I left him in tears. It shouldn’t have ended this way but it did.
“He needed this to happen. We both did right?” I asked no one in particular. There’s no one to answer back anyway.
So if this is the case, why can’t I get out of bed? Why do I lay here and question my decision?
The phone rings and it takes every ounce of care I didn’t have to pick it up. “Hello?”
“What did you do?” The angry voice questioned.
Did I really want to get into it? Yeah. Yeah I did. I took a deep inhale and let the truth spill forth.
“I tried to do it simple. Like you told me, but the conversation went to shit from the start.” I paused as the memory pieced itself back together. “He didn’t take it well at all. He was so angry at me for all the lies. The years lost to my selfishness.”
“Go on,” The recipient coaxed.
“There was a lot of yelling, mostly crying on my part. Then I walked out. His tears were the last sound I heard.”
“That’s it? He didn’t try to stop you?”
“No. Now, I lay here doing nothing.” Not for long thoughI thought. Daddy P, my pimp got me now. My real father? Left crying at home.
A knock at the motel door and a man walks in. Time for my new life.
On the phone my orders come, “Go make Daddy money. You my bitch now.”
OMG By Lizbeth Selvig
“Cut. CUT!” Darren Patrick waved his flamboyant hands and glared around the set. “Oh-Em-Gee, what is going on today?”
Bethany couldn’t stop an eye roll. James, behind his Pentax, winked back.
“This shoot simply must wrap today, and you—”Darren, one foot-stomp shy of a tantrum, pointed at Bethany, “are supposed to be my star. Have you completely forgotten how to be sexy? Shooting lingerie ads is supposed to be fun, darling.”
Working in lacy underthings was as normal as wearing a bikini, but Bethany suddenly felt exposed.
“No.” Her voice went smooth as the satin on her scallop-edged bra. “You’ve forgotten how to be human.”
Two minutes later, hot and angry, she lay on the settee in her dressing room. Glamorous lingerie model. Hah! Even James, who made her heart triple-time its beat, was so jaded he didn’t notice sexy. Much less her true self.
The knock on the door didn’t surprise her—likely a lecture on decorum. “Come in, Darren.”
Her breath caught, and surprise had its moment.
“Sorry.” James looked directly into...her eyes? “I came to tell you you’re marvelous.”
“I, what?” She started to sit, but he shook his head and knelt.
“Darren’s wrong. You could never forget how to be sexy. But,” he finger-combed the glossy black hair spread out behind her. “Telling him off? That was sexiest of all. I’ve wanted so long to tell you about my crush, but figured you’d think I was just another jerk looking to date a model.”
“Crush?” She stared.
She ran a finger along his jaw, quivering. “That’s unbelievable.”
“I have a crush on you too.”
Silently, she thanked Darren and his temper tantrum and pulled James’s mouth to hers.
His Liar By Suzzana C Ryan
Tammy wanted him. She waited for him. There was no darkness in her life any longer, he’d brought the daylight. Jamal was a rare creature, he could shift at will and at any time, but he had a dark side the one that required blood, her blood.
He had asked her to wear only white this visit and she always obeyed him. This morning she’d belong to him and only him, so she waited. He’d start his seduction of her by taking a small taste of her first, bringing her to her first climax. He’d stay down on her until her body relaxed tumbling euphorically back to reality. His next seduction would involve his cock and a shape shift. Jamal hated his human form.
It was against his laws and human laws that he’d take her as the animal he adored existing as, El Lobo, a huge fierce black wolf. Bestiality, they called it, yet Jamal was allowed the taste, the honor of creating sweet pleasure for her with his wolf tongue. Though Tammy told him she’d welcome him as his beast into her. He promised her there would come a day.
This morning she’d take her first step in becoming another creature. His bite would start the process; vampire first, then shape shifter. For Jamal was both, and who he’d chosen as his mate would be the same.
So she waited a vision in white for her date with destiny, on her bed, in the light of day. Love, truly conquers all.
The Room by Dahlia DeWinters
The ceiling needed painting. For the price she'd heard they charged per room, one would think that some of that money would go into maintenance. She smiled to herself. It was more likely the bulk of that money went to protecting the clientele's anonymity.
The cracked ceiling was one of the things she always noticed about the room. That, and the worn but expensive furniture and elaborate drapes that together served to create an old but genteel atmosphere. This room was their escape from the shiny modern world outside the clouded windows.
Every week she told herself that she wasn't coming back and every week she would watch the clock over her desk, waiting for the minute hand to set her free from the drudgery that had become her life. From Monday to Friday she longed for the time where she stepped out of her everyday persona and entered their fairyland, where she was an indulged queen and he was her ardent, generous king.
She shifted on the rumpled sheets, her fingers trailing across her exposed abdomen. Glancing at her watch, which she would remove when he arrived, she noted that he had five minutes. He was never late.
How long would she continue this game, this play-acting that took her away from the mundane? When would she allowed her feet to touch the earth again?
A subtle knock echoed through the glossy mahogany of the door. She removed her watch, tossed it on the nightstand.
"I'm here," she called.
Nubile Bauble for Sale, by Holley Trent
“Step up! Ladies and gentlemen, she’s a treat for the eyes—laying lithe and supine for your inspection.” Mathias cocked up the brim of his top hat and winked to the amassing crowd.
At the sound of a muffled giggle from within the compartment, he flinched.
No one saw. Their eyes were locked on the doorway, their necks craned for a glimpse of the promised feast inside.
“Is she legal?” the gravelly-voiced Baldalian asked from near the steps.
Mathias performed a low bow. He hated Baldalians, but they usually had deep pockets to go along with their appetites for warm flesh. Mathias was counting on that.
“Legal in all four sectors,” he answered.
One by one, they climbed the steps and silently assessed his nubile bauble.
And one by one, they brought him their bids.
The Baldalian won. The others left, and Mathias called after them, “Until next time, friends.”
The Baldalian gave Mathias some golden coins and an address.
Mathias removed one of his leather gloves and shook the larger man’s hand. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he said.
The Baldalian’s yellow eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the dusty ground.
Iris, still clad in only her lacy white underthings, hopped out of her compartment and secured the small spacecraft’s flaps.
Mathias started the pre-launch sequence.
“How far will we get?” she asked.
“To the Ring World, I think.”
Her teeth worried at her lush bottom lip as she thought. “So we’re halfway to Earth?”
“Yes, my love. Halfway.”