I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (1)

Madelyn's POV

The faucet in my new apartment had been leaking for three straight days. I could’ve called the landlord, but where’s the fun in that?

I wanted to break this city down properly.

So I did what any freshly moved, horny twenty-three-year-old would do — I called for a plumber.

Madelyn. That’s me. New to Chicago, still smelling like small-town dust, and already aching to get fucked by someone I’d never see again.

When the doorbell rang, I answered it wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that barely covered my ass and a pair of black lace panties underneath. My nipples...