Buried in Pink

Yes, there's the money. That's nice. And at first it was flattering to be paid for something most guys were essentially paying for, in one way or another, either indirectly with cash or with their souls.

That thought made me shudder even as I realized there was one who could have my soul and body and everything else, but she never--

"Oh!" came a voice off to the side. "You startled me!"

I didn't look; I didn't care. "Sorry. Didn't mean to."

She circled down the steps and into my view, so I glanced at her. Slender blonde, nice figure; normally I would have been interested, but tonight I wasn't.

"Well I guess it's my own fault for walking alone at night," she began. Somehow I knew it was indeed a beginning, one I didn't want. "But my boyfriend just dumped me five minutes ago, and I was just going to the library. Over there..."

BEWARE: Contains graphic sexual content. (7256 words).

Please consider this warning before reading because when we bring in the filth we bring it hard.

Note from the Publisher: "This story is sexy and moving and turns me on each time I read it (And I have read it many times). A work of art if you ask me."