Chapter 1: Introduction
Whores, tramps, hussies—words like that have been hurled at me, but the only one that's ever fit was slut. And I liked it. I enjoy being desired and sought after. The world looked at me with my long brown hair, big blue eyes, and hourglass figure, and they knew I was the type to take off her top for the right person. It wasn't everyone that could possess me, that could see beyond my curves. Hell, maybe some didn't know how to look past them.
Take John Smith, for example. I first saw him at a party where I modeled as a plus-size figure. Sure, he looked me up and down with his piercing green eyes, but he didn't say anything overtly perverted. Instead, he introduced himself confidently and shook my hand firmly.
His charm oozed wealth and dominance in a magnetic way that made my panties wet. We talked for hours about everything from politics to art, the entire time he kept his grey-speckled hair immaculate and never broke eye contact.
The moment I felt the buzz of an extra glass of champagne, I looked up to see John Smith's lustful grin. He stood, took my hand, and firmly whispered in my ear, "let's get out of here." I trembled with anticipation. I nodded silently and followed him out of the noisy party, into a taxi.
Arriving at an exclusive hotel suite with our arms wrapped tightly around each other, I tried not to burst as we entered the luxurious room. The mirrored walls, fine linens, and tasteful furnishings whispered in our ears.
The sensual ambiance of the room had a mind-altering effect on me, I was under its spell.
John Smith walked in first, slowly gazing over the plush surroundings, giving me an opportunity to take him in. Under his tailored suit, a V-shaped, broad chest that his shirt couldn't hide. I caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne mixed with power and lust. With that, my inner slut made her presence known, and I closed the space between us.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "fuck me." He spun me around and pinned my back against the cool glass window, our collective breaths fogging it up. His green eyes darkened, and I felt his manhood harden against my leg.
"Jesus Christ, Ashley. You're soaked," he murmured against my neck as he trailed kisses down my collarbone and past my cleavage.