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Dominate Me Book 1
A. X. Foxx
Copyright 2016: A. X. Foxx
All rights reserved. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
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.
I woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for air, my chest lifting and falling rapidly. My forehead was warm when I draped my arm over it and when I pull my arm away, it was covered in a layer of sweat. I felt as if I had just woken from a nightmare, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't remember what woke me up so abruptly. Sleep wouldn't be possible for now. I sighed and resigned myself to an early morning.
I sat up straight in bed, blinking in the dark. Wiping sweat off my forehead, I tried to remember what I had to do today. Right. I had an interview to attend. It was probably just going to be another heart-crushing failure. It wasn't even for a big role. I was auditioning as an extra in a new TV series. I had been through so many interviews in the past month and just as many rejections that I couldn't muster the will to be excited. I didn't even know it was possible to go through so many rejections within such a short time span and still have my heart in one fully-functioning piece.
Even so, I was still hopeful at each and every audition I went to. I sighed and took in a deep, shuddering breath of the humid hot air, wishing we could afford to have the air conditioning unit on. The truth was, my roommate was almost as broke as I was. Like me, she worked part time as a waitress whenever she doesn't have a role lined up... which was fast turning into all the time.
Neither of us has had much luck with roles since we graduated at the start of summer. It has been a good few months since graduation.
Summer ended only in name. The air was hot and humid and having the windows open only invited insects into the room. I wished the cool fall air could come already, but that was just wistful thinking. The cold would come all at once and turn the town into a giant freezer without warning. Such was the weather nowadays.
The old pedestal fan hummed next to me, blowing relentless simmering air around the room a vain attempt to keep the room a respectable temperature. All it managed to do was distribute the heat around. It drove my long hair away from my sweat-stained face.
I turned to the window in hopes of seeing the first signs of daylight, but it was still too early for that. My reflection stared back at me, eyes large and sad. I reached for the blinds and drew it over the windows almost in anger. In all other professions, I would be considered pretty and petite, but not mine.
I was neither pretty-enough nor thin-enough to be a successful actress, which was ridiculous considering I wore a size four. I had an hour-glass figure that I had wanted since I've first laid eyes on Marilyn Monroe and decided I wanted to grow up to be just like her. People looked for a size zero nowadays, which was ridiculous.
My brown hair curled over my shoulders and stuck to my neck. I sighed. It had been a while since I could afford to have my hair colored the pretty blonde shade that I much preferred.
Still lamenting my state of unemployment, I reached for my phone on the dressing table and pulled out the charging plug. The display shined too brightly in my eyes and I flinched.
Five thirty. Too early to be awake, but too late to go back to sleep.
Now completely awake, I felt the heat and the sticky discomfort of a night's worth of sweat on my body. It wrapped around every inch of me and made my clothes stick to my body uncomfortably.
Unable to stand the sweat-stained clothes much longer, I pulled off my sleeping shirt and underwear. I debated between having a shower or having breakfast and decided on the latter when my stomach started growling.
I wrapped a towel over my breast and walked into kitchen, not caring that the bottom of the towel barely covered my buttocks. It wasn't as if my roommate hasn't seen my bum before.
There was a tight knot in my belly from merely walking around half naked and I berated myself for staying chaste for so long. I had broken up with my ex a year ago. He was the kind of man whom mothers would warn their daughters about. He was all promises and sweet talk. And then, the moment he realized I was adamant about remaining a virgin before marriage, he was gone, as if I was some sort of conquest he got tired of. He wouldn't even acknowledge me in class.
It wasn't as if I hadn't considered masturbating. I had thought about that for countless, sleepless nights before. Touching myself still felt wrong and I could never bring myself to- well, bring myself to completion, thanks to my strict and very successful Catholic upbringing. I drew out a long self-pitying sigh.
It took only a moment for me to realize that there was a man on the couch. He was gorgeous, but not in the gym-rat sort of way. The only thing he was wearing was his boxers and that gave me a good eyeful of his lean muscles as he stretched over the couch that was too small to carry his full frame. His back was turned towards me, so I couldn't have a good look at his face, but even his backside looked familiar.
I admit I thought I was hallucinating at first, but the longer I stared at him, the more I familiar he looked. Maybe he was someone from work. It wasn't the first time she's brought a customer home with her.
It was odd that Anna didn't let him sleep in her room after. Maybe she really didn't like the sex.