Nina hopped in the shower, thoroughly washing off all the grime from the money she was rolling in, resisting the urge to masturbate using the shower head. She wanted to go to work hungry, hornier than ever. She wanted to use that horny-ness to hustle more and make money. After all, what was the harm in missing a week of school for a ridiculous amount of money? After that, she would only have to work…
Changing rapidly into the skimpiest of the outfits she bought, Nina was still fuming. She knew she wasn’t in the right, she knew she had no reason to be jealous of Emily’s date. And yet! Did Emily even know that she was Nina’s first orgasm? Did she know that her fingers and her mouths were the first to touch her delicate pussy? No, probably not. Nina sighed. There was no reason for anybody to suspect…
\-Make yourself at home! Nina looked around. Sapphire’s, no, she mentally corrected herself. Emily’s place was a mess. Clothing was thrown on every possible surface. One wall was covered in terrariums, the rest were drowning in posters. It was small, dark, chaotic and surprisingly cozy. Just like Emily. Her blue hair and dark clothing and makeup were mirrored in the decoration. Zebra prints, bright blues, greens and purples, fuzzy blankets and funky carpets were haphazardly…
Nina unlocked her front door feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol, the adrenaline, the sex and the confusion. Her mouth felt numb and swollen and as she checked herself out in the mirror, she noticed her lips were stained with Sapphire’s dark lipstick. Her face was a mess, but there was something else that was different. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but she knew she liked it. She got undressed and caught a glimpse…
Editing for formatting! First time writing erotica, non native English speaker. Let me know what you think! Inspired by my real experiences as a dancer. Nina’s entire body was trembling. Was it fear, excitement, adrenaline, shame? She did not know. Every time she passed by that busy street, the sign caught her eye. Sandwiched between a seedy looking restaurant and a pawnshop, the old neon sign buzzed and flickered. “HOT GIRLS EVERY NIGHT”. Under the…