It's sort of bizarre, that she's so happy these days. But it's a fact. She just is, waking up early, stretching herself like a cat, feeling the tone of her body, still feeling the tender places resulting from yesterday's 'entertainments' - but always remembering with a breathless cross between pleasure and guilt - somehow, she even enjoys the memories of her own humiliations. This morning, it is the mental image of herself yesterday afternoon; on all fours on a low table, face down, arse pushed high, skirt flipped up, thighs wide, hands weakly flat on the table either side of her head, hips grinding as she earnestly, humbly, sweetly begs for yet more flicks of the belt between her legs, proclaiming her willingness, her eagerness, her desperation to come in front of D and his two Japanese clients .. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words.

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'Chloe, we need you in the boardroom in five. Freshen up and look your best please.' J, over the intercom. Chloe's heart pounds. All three of them - is this it - are they going to fire her? She feels her probationary week has been all over the place - the giggles, the forgetting things, the twisted stocking seams, her instinctive reactions against groping not always restrained. Her heart hammers as she renews her lipstick, mascara, powder, checks her little outfit, lastly pinching her nipples to stiffen them, so they show clearly through the gauzy blouse. They are seated in front of the board table, an a loose arc, relaxed. There is no chair for her. She stands, nervously in front of them, hands at her sides, uneasy. From nowhere, she finds herself dropping a little curtsey, lifting the tiny skirt yet higher, then giggling and flushing, having flashed her shaven pussy. This is the whole thing - she is so unsure of herself, while they are so cool, grinning at her calmly, while she tries to keep her knees from quivering visibly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words.

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The interview was going well. She was smiling and flirting with the three dark suited partners. They were in their forties, extremely rich, powerful and relaxed. She was 23, a lovely, sexy thing, dressed in a smart but oh-so-sexy little skirt-suit, even though she was penniless, and aware that her resume was pretty thin. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words.

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After dinner, her boyfriend had made some excuse — gone to meet a friend about some drugs, he said, and left her alone with his step-father and the other man — a guest, heavy, unattractive, stubbly beard, heavy gold chains, thick, wet lips. She knew who he was, some fashion business mogul. They had ignored her, mostly — talking business and politics, which had made her increasingly mad. She knew that she was pretty, and she knew that they thought she was pretty; she had got into the habit of watching men’s eyes as they noticed her; she knew. And there was something else, too. The knowledge that she was a pretty young girl, on her own with two very rich men … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words.

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'It’s me, Chloe.' Her voice is bright—too bright—he can hear the carefully repressed tension beneath the light, cheery tone. He’s fairly sure he knows which Chloe, but he decides to play her cool. 'Who?' A little pause; her heart skitters, she almost hangs up. But she needs him, and so she tries to be flirty and coy; 'You USED to call me Pretty Chloe, last year' 'I know a lot of pretty girls' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 2900 words.

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This is the only fragment worth keeping of an early piece. It is rather cruel in places. She makes it to the salon just in time, having had to give the taxi driver extra money—all she had in fact, making it simple to comply with that part of her orders. She approaches the desk, feeling desperately vulnerable—worse than naked almost, in the high heels, miniscule vest top and tiny skirt, and horribly conscious of the well dressed middle aged lady clients waiting in the lobby beyond. 'Hello, I … I'm Chloe, and … And I need to wait for F…' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5300 words.

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Every now and then, D or F or K would ask me out for a drink, and would take me back to my place and fuck me, and I found myself wanting to go— eager to please them; even though they began to take and use me more and more crudely, with less and less consideration for my pleasure or self respect, I was helpless to resist, overwhelmed by their strength— flattered by their desire. It became harder and harder to hide this— the fact that I responded with least restraint when they were crude and when they degraded me ... [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2400 words.

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THIS IS NOT AT ALL SOPHISTICATED— VERY CRUDE AND ALSO VERY CRUEL (WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO). One day, I’m sitting in the partner’s meeting, and they get to ‘any other business’, and D says; 'Oh yea, I had an idea. I wanna get the pussy pierced and branded— mark her up nice— identify our property. Some guy over KKL showed me his piece , a little blonde— looked nice, and it had a good effect on her attitude, he said.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 1100 words.

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I was 22. I thought I was god's gift – I was pretty, and I knew it. I had a great body and I knew it. Men did all sorts of things just to get near me, and I knew it. I was lazy too – who wanted to work – I had never really bothered in school. One of those girls with an older guy for a boyfriend, with a car, money. But did he get everything he wanted? No way. The most important thing for him was being seen to have me. I kept them on a tight rein. Then, when I was old enough, I left them, and my little home town for the big city - time to get ahead. Well, the story is old. I got less than I'd hoped for, and generally it cost me more. I actually had to work, and the work was harder than I thought, and although my legs, my tits, my short skirts, tight belts and cheeky grin got me some easy gigs, generally the world of work was too serious for me, and I was looking for something else – something easier. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3500 words.

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