I was a damn near high school grad when my paranoid parents decided that I no longer needed to be babysat. By then, the damage had been done. I don’t blame mom and dad for entrusting me in my aunt’s care. She was a charismatic bitch who meant business, although never striking anyone as a lady who liked kids. She wore a dainty white cowboy hat and a big bedazzled belt buckle, made a living renting out the dank unfinished b...

If it weren’t for our project manager Regis, I’d have quit this stupid job sooner. They had the nerve to go remote in the middle of my hot girl summer, and I was losing pull with my bosses and coworkers by the minute. I was the kind of bitch that could ask for more money and less work and actually get it, but I quickly realized that I only had that kind of influence when I got to strut my perky C cups, tight waist and bub...