TRACIE

Monday morning usually felt like a slow death, but today, my skin felt too tight even for my own body.

I couldn't explain the tension I was feeling but it was right there.

As I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in my pencil skirt, my mind was a million miles away.

I was thinking about the club.

I was thinking about the back shots I'd gotten in a public bathroom, and the way that man—that dangerous, nameless stranger—had looked at me while he destroyed every bit of my dignity with his big cock.

Since that night, I felt more alive than I had...