Fuck. Why does this make my blood boil so much?
Someone knocking on my door pulls me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I growl, quickly chucking the dirty napkin in the trash as I zip up my pants and close the laptop.
“Sorry, someone said we were supposed to come here …”
It’s a long-legged girl in a short skirt. More appear behind her, peeking over her shoulders.
I almost forgot they were coming in today. Damn distracting chats …
“Yeah, this is the place,” I say to the girls, beckoning them when they give me the side-eye. “Don’t be shy. I don’t bite.”
The door opens wide and in step three girls, all of different heights and with different shades of hair and skin. But all equally beautiful, as requested.
“Over there,” I say, nodding at the middle of the room as I go to lock the door.
When I sit back down again, they stand in line and wait for instructions, as told beforehand. Good. They know the drill.
I narrow my eyes and say, “Turn.”
All the girls do what I ask, showing me their rear, which I inspect thoroughly.
“Turn,” I say again, and they turn to face me.
This repeats again and again until I’m satisfied and have seen enough, after which I hold my finger up in the air.
A wicked smile spreads on my lips. This is the part when things become … interesting.
“Strip.”
One of the girls blankly stares at me, her jaw dropping as my face remains rigid.
It’s not a joke even though she’s probably wishing it is.
“Well?” I say.
The other two girls begin taking off their clothes piece by piece, but not the girl on the left. “But …”
“Did you not read the instructions?” I inquire.
“Yes, but—”
“Then you know what’s expected of you,” I interrupt.
“But you’re not one of the clients, right?” she asks with a befuddled look on her face.
“I’m here to assess the value you can add to this company. It’s simple really,” I reply. I don’t ask for my personal pleasure. This is strictly business. “If I don’t like what I see, then you don’t get in.”
She swallows, and a few seconds pass before she finally decides to remove her clothes.
They all do, eventually.
All it takes is that little nudge.
They knew what they were in for when they came here looking for a job. These aren’t your run-of-the-mill girls. They were trained for years. Although some do retain their questioning attitudes, like the girl on the left, all of them eventually … agree.
Hotel O is a special kind of exclusive club. One that requires excellence and obedience.
Do what is asked of you. No ifs. No buts.
That’s what these girls are hired for.
And in exchange, they’ll be able to pay for whatever their hearts desire.
Kat
With my thighs clenched together, I make my way through the building as fast as possible. It’s not big, by any means; we’re not a huge magazine, but I still feel as though everyone’s watching me. Even though I try my hardest to avoid any eye contact whatsoever, I swear some of them are staring. Am I flushing? Probably. Does my walk look weird? Most likely.
Will they notice I actually have a dildo shoved up my pussy right now?
God, I hope not.
“Hey, Kat!” one of my co-workers says cheerfully as I pass him.
Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I glance at him over my shoulder. “Hey.”
“Got a minute?”
“Sorry, can’t talk right now,” I say. The look on his face makes me want to squirm. “Meeting.”
“Oh, right.”
“Send an email,” I say, moving on. I hope he won’t see how awkward I’m behaving.
“Will do,” he calls out after me.
But I’ve already disappeared through a hallway.
I’m sure he won’t mind. I just hope he didn’t notice, and that no one else talks to me.
As I get to the other end of the building and close the door behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” someone says, breaking my calm.
When I spin on my heels and see five others sitting around the big desk in the middle of the room, I have a slight panic attack.
Today, out of all days, I had to have a meeting … and a stranger telling me to wear a dildo the entire day. Fuck.
I should’ve ran to the toilet and pulled it out.
Why am I doing this again?
“You’re late,” my boss, Ellen, hums.
“Sorry,” I say, my cheeks warming up as I clutch my laptop and pretend nothing’s going on. “Forgot the time.”
“Sit,” she says, which I do, immediately.
It doesn’t feel any better. At all.
In fact, it’s only more prominent, right there, in the middle of my crotch, pushing heavily into my pussy. All my senses are focused on that single object of desire.
And the more I move, the more I feel my pussy thump in response.
Fuck.
“You sure you’re okay?” Crystal whispers into my ear. “I’ve got tampons too if you need one.”
“No, I’m fine. I got it covered,” I say, brushing it off.
She shrugs. “If there’s anything else you need, you know you can always come to me, right?”
“Of course. Thanks,” I say.
But I don’t think I’d ever want her help with this.
“So back to business,” Ellen interjects. “Crystal, those notes you mentioned?”
“Oh, yes,” Crystal says, pulling mine up and placing them on the table. “We’re almost done with the piece on the Laren Twins. Just finishing the edits and then we’ll send it to Jade for the final touches.”
“Good, and what about that other article?” Ellen asks. “The one about the school lunches?”
Crystal’s lips part, but seeing as nothing comes out, I take over for her. “We’re working on it.”
“And the column?” Ellen asks.
“I’ve answered most of the reader’s questions, so the column is good to go.”
“Great. I expect all three to be done tomorrow.” Ellen clears her throat. “Elections. Front and center. Judy and Dale, got it covered?”
“Got it,” Judy says, penning down a few notes.
“Carter, help them out if needed.”
“Aye aye, captain,” he says, saluting her.
She gives him the side-eye but then continues. “Anything else?”
“Well …” I mutter, but the moment I shift in my seat, I pause and suck in a breath. Damn dildo, always reminding me what a filthy girl I am. Why did I agree to do this again?
“Yes?” Ellen says. Everyone’s staring at me now.
“Um … I was thinking … maybe …” God, why is it so hard to put my thoughts into words?
Then again, it’s no surprise I’m stammering, considering the length of that thing currently crammed up my vagina.
Crystal gives me a soft nudge against the shoulder, and I snap out of it.
“I was thinking of writing something bigger too,” I say.
Ellen’s eyes narrow.
“Like not just a column about people’s questions and answers, but more along the line of an opinion piece. Something exciting and maybe shocking. Not just couples.”
“About …?” Ellen mumbles, cocking her head.
“Well, I had this idea about exploring the various nuances of sex.”
She looks puzzled. “Sex?”
Not good?
Not good. I can tell from the face she’s making.
“Every week, I could try out something new. A new game, a new toy, a new experience somewhere. Then write about it.”
“No,” Ellen says sternly.
“But we’re already skirting the edges with this magazine.”
“Yes, well … small editori
als about erotic experiences people had are different than feature articles, don’t you think?”
“No … I think it would do the magazine good. Especially for our female readers.”
She takes a deep breath. “For now, my answer is still no. The column you’re doing is going great. I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
She turns her head and focuses on another employee sitting at the table.
So … that’s it. My idea’s shot dead right away.
I sigh and try not to let it get to me as I focus on the notes in front of me. We still have a lot of work to do if we’re going to finish all three of these topics by tomorrow.
Still, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed at how this all went.
When the meeting is over, everyone grabs their stuff. I’m the only one who remains seated. Not because I need to contemplate something or because I want to finish up, but because I literally don’t want anyone staring at my ass while I make my way toward the door.
Things could get ugly. And by that, I mean this dildo could fall out at any moment and flop down on the floor.
Now that’s a nightmarish scene I wouldn’t ever want to see, let alone play out for anyone else to see.
Before she leaves, Crystal pats me on the shoulder and says, “You’ll get it one day. I just know it.”
“Thanks, Crys,” I say, smiling at her.
If I want this opinion piece at least once—no, on a regular basis—I have to pull my big girl panties up and show Ellen it will be awesome. It’s the only way to change her mind.
“Good. You keep working at it. And in the meantime, we’ll produce the most amazing responses to the reader’s questions.” She winks.
“See you tomorrow!” I muse as she walks out.
When she’s gone, I pack up my things and get up from my chair. Every movement I make reminds me of the fake flesh snuggly fit between my folds. I wiggle around a little, adjusting the feel before I walk out the door. The exit isn’t too far up ahead. Even as I walk, I’m constantly reminded of how wet I still am.
Fuck. I can’t wait to get home.
After a day like this, I really need a big dose of D. Mr. Big Dick.
I smirk to myself, thinking about the images and the video he sent me. Maybe that’s why he calls himself D. It wouldn’t surprise me at all. With equipment like that, who wouldn’t boast about it?
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I grab it to check what’s going on.
It’s a message from my telephone company. I have reached the mobile plan limit and have to pay or else this phone will get shut off from the internet for the rest of this pay cycle. Great. Just what I needed.
I sigh and throw it back in my purse.
I would pay it if I could, but money’s tight when you live on your own and on a tight budget. Which is why I tried to shoot for a bigger project today … and failed.
Oh well, my time will come. I refuse to give up.
One day, I’m going to write this article, and Ellen will be amazed, and the readership will be amazing, and I’m gonna get a raise, and my life will be fantastic.
I nod at my own dreams. If I work hard enough, they won’t remain fantasies but will actually become real life. And I’ll stick with that mantra for as long as I can.
Why? Because it keeps me from running back to my parents for things I want to do on my own. Things I know I should be able to do without their help.
My life is my own to rule. And as long as I’m happy with doing what I want, when I want it, that’s all I’ll ever need.
Chapter 4
Kat
The first thing I do when I get home is chuck my bag in a corner and sit down with my laptop. It’s been a rough day, and I don’t want to wait any longer to get online.
Besides, D is probably pissed that I left so abruptly. I wonder if he’ll even talk to me. Only one way to find out and it’s happening right now.
Thank God, he’s actually online. And he didn’t block me.
I open the chat and immediately begin to type.
NaughtyKitten: Sorry. Someone came into my office. I had to close the chat.
It takes him a while to type back.
D: You didn’t lock the door? Bad kitten.
NaughtyKitten: I’m really sorry about that.
D: What happened to the updates you’d send?
Updates? Crap, that’s right. He asked for pictures and stuff. I completely forgot.
NaughtyKitten: Fuck. I forgot. I’m sorry.
D: You didn’t do what I asked.
NaughtyKitten: I’m here now. Home. I’ll do whatever you want.
D: Is the dildo still inside your pussy?
Everything throbs the moment he mentions it, causing me to giggle.
NaughtyKitten: Yup, and keeping me horny.
D: Good. I like you horny. And wet.
NaughtyKitten: My panties are soaked.
I bring my fingers down between my legs. Yep. Drenched.
D: And now you’d like to come, wouldn’t you?
NaughtyKitten: Oh … yes, please.
D: But you left me hanging too. So I’m going to make you wait a little longer too.
Fuck. Is this his idea of punishment? I guess he really does hate it when things don’t go according to his plans. Or maybe he just loves tormenting me.
A picture suddenly pops onto my screen. It’s his dick, fully erect, with pre-cum dripping down onto his fingers. I lick my lips as my mouth waters.
D: I’ve been waiting all day for you. Don’t make me wait any longer.
NaughtyKitten: I won’t.
D: Then make me come … and maybe I’ll let you come too.
NaughtyKitten: What do you want me to do?
D: Anything and everything I ask you to. Do you agree?
NaughtyKitten: Yes.
I don’t even have to think about it.
It takes him a while to respond, but then I see a notification in the corner of the screen. He wants to turn on the microphone on the laptop. Not mine. His.
I suck in a breath. Then I push the accept button.
“Good girl.” His voice sounds buttery smooth. Like delicious whipped cream I want to lather all over my body.
NaughtyKitten: I love your voice.
Jesus, why did I even say that? I sound like a drooling teen.
He chuckles. Dark. Sinfully. The sound of it covers my skin in goose bumps.
“Are you interested in my suggestion?” he asks.
God, I love his voice already. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to quit knowing he sounds like this.
NaughtyKitten: Fuck yes.
“Turn on the camera. Take the dildo from your pussy … stick it to the laptop … and suck it off until we both come.”
My eyes widen.
I’m staring at the laptop, hearing his voice repeat the words over and over in my mind. Does he really want me to go on camera? With my face showing? But that’s against the chat rules, right?
NaughtyKitten: You sure ask a lot.
“Tell me you’re not wet just thinking about it.”
He’s right. I am.
Soaking wet, actually.
“Put on a mask if you’re worried about your identity. Either way, you’re doing this for me because you like pleasing me … and I like seeing you squirm.”
He’s completely right. I am just as filthy as he describes me.
Admitting that only turns me on. And hearing his voice is the final trigger.
Declan
Will she or will she not?
I tap my fingers on the keyboard as I wait for her to reply. My request was outrageous and completely out of line. Exactly what I crave … and precisely what I shouldn’t have.
I enjoy pushing boundaries. It gives me a kick.
But maybe this time I went too far.
These girls aren’t like anything else.
It’s real. Raw. Uncensored.
Not like porn, where you get only a quarter of the story. It’s
all scripted. All an act.
But this? I’m talking to a real person. Someone with emotions and needs. Someone who can be just as filthy. And it’s much more exhilarating than any taped porn could ever be.
When the familiar three dots appear behind her name, I pause. She hasn’t closed the chat. That means something.
NaughtyKitten: Okay, I found a mask.
A grin spreads on my lips.
I was waiting for her to say no. To tell me to go fuck myself. To quit the chat and never speak to me again. Yet she did the complete opposite.
Maybe I should’ve pulled the trigger. Pushed the button and stopped this conversation entirely before it got out of hand. Before I go in too deep and stay too curious to stop.
But I just can’t bring myself to actually do it.
I want to find out how far she’ll go … How far I’ll take it.
And with this vixen, there’s no telling how dirty it can get.
NaughtyKitten: Will I see you too?
“Not right now, Kitten,” I reply, licking my lips.
I know she wants it badly … but I’m not about to reveal my identity. Besides, I’m still at the office. I don’t have any masks in here, and I’m definitely not going to go look for one either. Not when I’m horny as fuck and have her right where I want her.
No. We’re going to do this my way.
“Now, are you going to please me?” I ask.
She begins to type.
NaughtyKitten: Turning on the camera.
When the notification pops up, I accept, and there she is in all her glory. Dark brown hair tucked into a tight ponytail. Thick, luscious lips. Half-naked body with a see-through top on, precisely the way I like it. The bombshell who has a knack for making cocks hard.
And better yet, she’s got the camera on her phone switched on, and she’s bringing it down between her naked legs. I can see the suction cup on the end of the dildo, and I watch as she pulls it out slowly. Slick wetness covers the length, making my mouth water.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a night of eating her out.
But I have to remain in control of my needs, in control of this situation, because it can’t ever get out of hand. I could lose my career over this. Maybe that’s why I find it so exhilarating. The thrill of getting caught is like a drug I can’t get enough of.
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