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Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is a standalone short story that stars a dominating black man who takes control of a young woman who yields to him utterly and completely.
It also contains scenes including exhibitionism (office), spanking, hardcore domination, and gangbang (multiple males, 1 female). If public sex and voyeurism aren't to your fancy, then this many not be the book for you.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
Harley knew she needed to stop using the company's credit card to pay for her own expenses. She was thinking that even as she paid for three beers at the bar. She thought she had seen a familiar face in the crowd earlier, but assumed it was just her imagining things.
It was hard to remind herself about serious matters when she was having so much fun. She could feel the electric pulse of excitement as she edged closer to the stage with her friends, pushing past unhappy-looking parents to join the charged crowd awaiting the appearance of their favorite bands. It was a collaboration event so there were a few bands playing.
She linked arms with her friends, Amanda and Danielle, worried that they would lose each other while fighting through the crowd. It took a while but they finally managed to maneuver to a good spot with enough space for all three of them and their drinks.
They clinked their beers together.
"To Harley, without whom we wouldn't even be here," Amanda shouted over the noise.
"To Harley!" Danielle added.
Harley grinned and clinked beers with her two best friends. She didn't let them know that she had gotten the tickets through criminal means. What they didn't know won't hurt them.
"What time are they going on?" she asked.
"Soon!" Danielle promised.
Harley was supposed to be there for just the first performance, then she had to leave. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the familiar figure again. She turned quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of the man, but she only saw the back of the man, fast disappearing into the crowd.
It was highly unlikely that any of her colleagues would show up at an event like this. Tickets were expensive, for one. For another, it was something younger people enjoyed. Everyone at her workplace were in their thirties or forties. Yuk.
"I have to go to work tomorrow," she said, though her heart wasn't really in it.
She didn't particularly enjoy her part time job as a sales representative. She had to sweet talk people into buying things they didn't really need and that always left a bad taste in her mouth.
She looked forward to quitting the job and doing what she loved. She was a music major and knew how to play a variety of instruments. The job opportunities of a music graduate were limited though. She was in a band with a few of her course mates but that didn't seem to be going anywhere. She was looking to join an orchestra after she graduated but for now, she earned side income from performing during white-collar events.
She had been using the same credit card to pay for some of the band's equipment upgrades. They never questioned where the money came from and she never volunteered the information. She promised herself that she would pay the company back the moment she started earning money.
Deep down in her heart, Harley knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught on to her. After all, she had been using the company's credit card for the better part of the year.
Her face flushed red, worry and anxiety eating away at her. She needed to stop thinking about it and enjoy herself. She was going to graduate in a few weeks and focus on her band. They would start making money and she would pay back what she owed before anyone found out about her.
Somewhere in the backstage area, soft music started playing and she rocked back and forth on her feet, full of the intoxicating mix of excitement and anticipation. The club was brightly lit, multiple spotlights poised on the stage, highlighting the blood red curtains.
She felt slightly out of place amongst the hipsters with dyed hair and tattooed skin. She was wearing a white and yellow skater dress that she bought just the day before. It didn't really match her tanned skin and long black hair, but she loved the yellow duck patterns on the dress enough to not care. She even got herself a matching duck-pendant necklace.
She glanced at her two friends and felt even more out of place. Danielle was wearing a black leather jacket that hugged her curves and long black leather pants that made her look even taller than she already was.
Amanda looked like she belonged, what with her black and blue skin-tight mini dress. Her blond curls and tall, thin frame meant she was always getting uninvited advances from men. Both of them insisted she would get more attention from men if she had more time. Between school, band practice, work, and her shopping habits, she barely had enough time to sleep.
Harley's phone lit up and she sighed as she reached into her pocket to get it.
"Who's that?" Amanda asked, curiously peering over her shoulder.
"Probably just work," she answered. It was from a private number and it read, "You're in trouble." Harley felt a cold shiver down her spine. She had an odd feeling that it was connected to work and the mysterious shadow she had spied around the area.
"What does that mean?" Amanda asked thoughtfully.
Harley never had a chance to answer since the lights went out completely, sinking them into darkness. The background music grew softer and softer until there was just silence. A single spotlight came on and pointed directly at the stage, bringing everyone's attention to it. The crowd's mindless chatter turned into a screaming cheer as the curtains slowly drew open and revealed the first band of the night.
The anticipation sizzled like electricity in the air. She felt the hair in the back of her arm raise. She liked to picture herself up on the stage, strumming the guitar and playing as the lead singer. But she wasn't closing her eyes and imagining herself on the stage today. It would be a waste. Danielle and Amanda were big fans of the Devil's Singers.