Colt of the Cloth (Ch.1)
**Colt of the Cloth** (Episode I: Speaker's Chair) Know what you're good at, and apply it. That was the key - and San knew exactly what he was good at. He may not have been the best singer in the choir, or have the highest voice of them all (at...
Meet Yuiko
It was a restaurant, a bar, a strip club, and, bluntly put, a sort of prostitution ring, just not as low-lifey and dirty.
The First Time
Did... did he think i was some sort of prostitute? of course, my dad is furious. i end up sitting on a chair in his office, facing the desk. his angry words garbled and muffled, while i stare at the name tag on the desk 'michelangelo burton - ceo'.
Jasper's Modeling Service
Some gender specific, some species specific, a lot of them required some sort of prostitution. in vering city, it wasn't frowned upon in the least, the city itself wasn't that strict on the rules of the police.
An Education in Dominance 3: The First Class
Gold leashes tended to mean a pro-dom, the sort that taught about dominance or were the sort of prostitute that danny wanted to be. a studded red leash tended to mean that they were a harem-dom, with each stud representing a sub in the harem.
Betrayal
Her own mother was being fucked by complete strangers, like some sort of prostitute (she knew what that was). she dropped her cup and covered her mouth. "m-mommy..." "i'll admit. you mother is a beautiful angel."
The Wolf's Night
"you thought i was some sort of hooker? god! hell no!" "wear a shirt if you're not a hooker," patrick gave his head a shake and the kid let out another soft laugh before stepping towards him.
A Mouse’s Downfall, A Dragon’s Rise to Power
He was paid handsomely to keep quiet about the submissive tendencies of his boss, and also was regularly used as a sort of prostitute to satisfy future urges.
Southlands: Artion
He wasn't some sort of prostitute. artion was so content with that plan that he didn't even consider that he was just chasing after her again. not that he would've cared.
Pj and Pete chapter 17
A young whippersnapper like that standing there and watching as he was ruthlessly fucked like some sort of prostitute. he wouldn't ever be able to look the boy in the eyes again.
Conception from the Heart by Xinnova2
Was she some sort of hooker? i cringed when i saw the gentleman lick over his lips and then look to someone in the stairs overlooking the establishment. his words were what really cut through my whole being now.