Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna found a new Sissy Slut slave. She caged her, diapered her, and dressed her up in a French maid latex outfit. She ordered her to do chores all around the house.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was throwing a lunch party and told her slave to dress up as a French maid. ‘’Please, Mistress Anna, this is so humiliating!’’ said the slave. But Mistress Anna wouldn’t have it. She ordered him to put it on and he obeyed: a French maid’s dress, fishnet stocking and high heels. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The red ink on the quarterly audit report glared at me like an accusation. I really fucked up the company’s accounting, which made it look like we were laundering money. Wonderful. I heard footsteps as Mr. Sterling, the firm’s CEO, walked into my cubicle. His shadow seemed to engulf my entire desk. “Amber,” he said, as his voice dropped an octave. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
I swallowed hard. My palms were sweating. “I…I thought it was a rounding error?” The look on his face assured me he was not in the mood for forgiveness. “It’s a disaster,” he sighed, as he dropped a heavy folder onto my desk. “I suppose I have no choice but to let you go. HR is finalizing the paperwork as we speak.” Let me go? My rent was due in three days! Panic surged through me. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna took a job as a stewardess. She figured she could make some extra money and travel for free. She would flirt with any hot passenger she could find, until one day she was paired up with a really hot pilot. He was young, handsome, and new at his job. She made sure to wink at him and brush up against him any chance she got.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller. He looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions, as he tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my car service.
“That’ll be eight hundred and forty, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was waitressing at the casino again, when she noticed a weak, fragile soul. He was sitting by the bar looking fragile. She crept up to him and tippy toed her fingers alongside his back, startling him.
Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
Wedding season is upon us. So the bachelor parties have been picking up. So far, I’ve been hired to do a few over the next couple of months. Most of them hire two or three dancers. But last weekend I had a solo gig. It turned out to be the craziest bachelor party that I’ve ever done. And it made me wonder if I should ever do one alone again. When I arrived, the butler showed me to the elevator. He told me that the party awaits me in the basement. The elevator took me to the cold, dark underground floor. I stepped out into a dark hallway and heard a faint mumble. I followed the sound to a huge, heavy, wooden door at the end of the hall. When I pulled the door open, it was so loud inside. Music and belligerent men yelling and being rowdy pierced the air. I quickly realized that it was a sound proof basement. The guys were young, early twenties, pumped with adrenaline and testosterone. You know, spoiled rotten, entitled types. They’ve grown up with way too much money and think they can do whatever they want.
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
I had the kind of body that demands attention when I walk into a room. When a man looks at me, he immediately admits to himself, “She could get whatever she wants from me.” The way my perky tits sat high and proud upon my chest and the curve of my tight ass would make any man lose control. I also exuded that confidence in the way I spoke to men and even in my stride. The long, slow, deliberate steps of my long-toned legs and the way my hips rocked softly with each step would even cause some ladies to stop and stare. Today was no different.
As far as I can remember, I’ve always loved being the center of attention. Feeling eyes dancing upon me, followed by adoring and sensual smiles, would never grow old. I especially get turned on when I catch the eye of a married man in the presence of his wife. When I say I get whatever I want, married men are not excluded and, in fact, make the sex that much more riveting.
Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467
Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!
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