#T&W

So here we are with the only way through. You have to call Jack’s bluff. He won’t be able to help himself from bragging about it to his banker chums, and they’ll make him do it. Then you’ll find out, and I’ll find out, what’s real. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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I took you that night I came round. You are already mine, Wrenny, even if I haven’t taken you yet, and now it will always be too hard for you, I promise you. You are going to do this terrible thing; because I tell you to. You will let these city boys rape you and humble you and then I will own you. That is how it will go. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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She wanted to tell him that there was no way she could carry such a dress off, that it was impractical - how could she wear a bra with it - it was too slinky, her panty-line would show.. But he had not asked her to speak, and so she could not. And she liked it. He was right about her. It was indeed a pleasure to be simplified, for there to be nothing to do but try the dress on. To remove her sensible bra and panties. to go out into the little area where he was waiting, barefoot, feeling all but naked. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 2800 words

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Installed with the group of older wives, prominent on a the upper part of the terrace, Wren was hardly spoken to, hardly spoke to anyone. They ensured her drinks were mostly water. Jonny came round every half hour or so; made sure to take Wren’s hand, lift it, look at her cleavage, smiling pleasantly, like a shark. Jack never came. Wren felt like a mannequin, a trophy. The women the men’s money had bought. Except that these women, the ones she was sitting with, were sharks, too— they had pre-nups, divorce lawyers building dossiers; they were power. Wren was their trophy, too. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 3900 words

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