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: 17 minutes; 3500 words.

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