Hiii lovely readers
I would like to announce that I've started working on a new story. I'll be posting about the summary and details on my board. It's been a while since I've written something and because of the love this story is getting, I'm going to something which I think all of you will find to be more erotic, sexual and hardcore.
If there's something you'd like to suggest, please comment and tell me, I'll be happy to take suggestions.
Thank you for all the love I've been getting on this book, and to the new/ first time readers- you're in for a wild ride ;)Harley looked around the crowded club frantically, looking for a particular woman.
Just as Harley was enjoying her evening, a woman passing by squeezed her ass excusing herself for the crowded place. But Harley knew it wasn't it, it was clear that it was intentional.
But what confused her was the effect it had on her, the way it aroused her.
The woman was without a doubt gorgeous with her huge cleavage and petite body. Her blonde hair looking ravishing even in this dim light, especially because of the red velvet deep cut dress she was wearing.
It was clear that the woman had the same effect on everyone but the thing which shocked Harley was that it made her wet, it made her yearn for more.
As far as she has known, she has never been attracted to any girl or woman. She wasn't even a virgin but all of the people she had fucked were men. That confused her because this is the first time a woman aroused her to this extent.
As her eyes focused on the same blonde entering the washroom, her body literally dragged her there.
As Harley peaked inside the bathroom, she could see three empty stalls and the empty bathroom.
She entered but didn't see anyone.
That, is when the door closed behind her and she turned to look the woman standing there. She had her hands crossed across the chest which made her breasts almost fall out.
"Hi" the woman spoke but Harley couldn't move her eyes up. Looking at the pale milky skin of her breasts against the contrasting red velvet.
As the woman cleared her throat, Harley's eyes turned to her face noticing a drunk smirk. The woman was just tipsy.
"Hi" said Harley with a sore throat.
The woman raked her eyes all over Harley's body, not even trying to hide. She bit her lip as her eyes stopped on Harley's handkerchief top tied so tight her under boobs were on full display.
The woman's right hand went to the back of her dress and in a sudden whip, she opened the chain which was holding her red dress in place. The dress dropped to the dirty ground but the woman looked like she didn't give a single care about it.
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Courtesan
Short StorynounLITERARY a prostitute, especially one with wealthy or upper-class clients. Story of a courtesan.