It all started while watching Fright Night....
Contains graphic sex...U were warned...
Not ur ordinary story
Told in 1st person & 3rd person
Andy's POV will be underlined in beginning
Setting: An apartment building that has been renovated into...
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Empatha:Well, hello there, darlings! Welcome! My name is Empatha Mayne, and I'm the owner of this shelter! I'm so happy to have you all here! Everything you need will be provided as well as a weekly stipend of $200. Please feel free to contact me should you need anything else! Once again, welcome!
It was opening day of my shelter, and I was most excited. Helping those less fortunate had always been a dream of mine, for I've always felt a kindred to them in my heart.
My own family turned their backs on me at a young age, and I've faced many horrors living on my own. I was on the streets with no where to go, yet there were plenty of propositions. Shaped the way I am, people take one look at me and judge me for a whore. I can't help the way I look; nor can I help the deeply running river of sexual abandon which runs through me.
Yes, I love sex, but not because I'm a whore. I'm simply an open minded young woman who loves to pleasure and be pleasured.
Enough about that. How did I manage to buy this building and fully furnish it and supply everything the patrons could need, you ask? That's an excellent question. I plan on telling you, but please, don't judge me...
When I was in my early twenties, I met a man. A loaded man. He was a bit older and married with family, but he loved me, and I loved him. I really loved him. This man taught me so much about loving myself and my body, bridging the gap between madness and ecstasy every time he took my pussy or my ass, and made me his every time he violently ate me out or stuffed his immaculate penis down my throat.
Alas, our love affair had to end, for his wife caught us in their marital bed together andthreatened to divorce and ruin him. We had to end it, but not before he secretly set me up for life, leaving real estate and commerce in my name. I would be poor no more, but what a price to pay. I loved Harry....
Sorry. Forgive the trip down memory lane.
'Tis a new day, and I am proud to say that Harry's money will be well spent. This building has sixteen units, and most of them are filled with families from the shelter I used to work for, my people I like to call them. But there are a few new faces, and by the looks of this one guy, I can tell he's going to be a welcomed addition to our gumbo around here. Goddess, he's so fucking pretty....
