The CEO'S Maleficence

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d I'd never get this low, degrade myse

comes out of my throat. Fuck. I'm almos

t, right? And that's what this is about? Sex? What would it feel like if he was sucking on my nipple in

of me, and he sucks and bi

it, tha

not doing anything about it. Fuck it. I put my hand down t

," he hisses in my ear. "Make

should not be turning me on even

ob. Make yourself come." His voice

ly sideways so he can see my face. We're looking eye to eye and all traces of the nice guy fall

ess of his words. And in the same instance, I c

tomorrow morning

ice half an hour ago. My mind still feels like it's in a haze a

n? Maybe I fell asleep in the lo

my pocket, the short-term security

just accept a job as a sex worker? As a prostitute? Because isn't that what accepting money for sex is? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.It's getting close to five o' clock and the train is packed. I'm holding onto one of the poles

No one will believe a whore like you, and I'll get your daddy fired from

o my room. My parents invited dad's boss over twice a month for dinner where they got as drunk as skunks and never noticed Mr. Macintyre didn't leave as soon as they stumble

Hated what

me after Bryan said

press angry palms at my eyes for a second to get myself under control. Okay. No

the train rocks to a stop and the bell sounds. I'm almos

rn around and yell. "W

guys in beanie caps, guys with dreadlocks and a few that look like

second. "Damn it!" I yell, stom

it about my body that say

. I'm fuc

od part of San Jose and the bad. On nights I work at the bar and can't catch a ride home, I sleep on the couch in the office and walk home the following morning. Which only works because my sister, Shayne, lives with Charles and me. Not that S