Lucy stared at the hotel room ceiling, her body a map of pleasant ruin. The memory of the previous night played on a relentless loop behind her eyes. The feeling of being utterly filled, the violent pleasure that had torn through her, the shocking intimacy of Ms. Quinn grinding against her, their shared wetness mingling. It was, without question, the most profound sexual experience of her life. She’d been remade. Lucy’s j...

Ms. Quinn slowly pulled her fingers free from Lucy’s clenching heat. A soft, wet sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, and Lucy’s body gave a pathetic, empty shudder. She watched, dazed, as Ms. Quinn lifted her glistening hand. “Open,” Ms. Quinn commanded, her voice still thick with her own satisfaction. Lucy’s lips parted automatically. Two slick fingers pressed past them, settling on her tongue. Her own taste exploded in h...

That day, Lucy followed Ms. Quinn's commands perfectly. She ate her breakfast, listened attentively during their meetings, took detailed notes, and did her best to impress the clients. Afterward, she had dinner alone, took a shower, and waited for Ms. Quinn to call her to her room. After what felt like an eternity, with her body humming with need, the call she had been anxiously awaiting finally arrived. Ms. Quinn's voice...