The Queen's World

“Where to miss?” Fuck...where the fuck are my-? “Where to miss?!” “Oh! Um, 2323 Westward End Avenue.” I shouted over the busy street noise. The taxi driver drove off and I continued searching my oversized handbag for my- “Ah ha! Got em!” I celebrated quietly, the familiar crinkle of condom packaging putting my mind at ease. Although all my clients are betas, but I still hear cases where the men can get male omegas pregnant and the very last thing I need right now is a fucking brat running around calling me “momma”. I watched out the window as the towering skyscrapers turned into glamorous mansions and estates. I fingered through my long ash blonde hair and checked my makeup in my pocket mirror. Sad hazel eyes stared back at me and I shook my head. Now's not the time to be depressed! Just one night with Mr. Otoshi and I'll be set for the next three months, maybe four if I give him a little extra “service”, but God knows I really don't wanna do that... “...

“Hey, hey psst! Dollface!” I looked up at the tied up man, his face obviously showing signs of him suffering from a severe case of fear. He tried to straighten it up, but I can see through that bullshit. I blew a bubblegum bubble and looked him up and down, “What?” I spat. Relief washed over him as he realized he had caught my attention, “How’s about you help me outta this mess, eh?” I continued to file my nails and ignore him. He scoffed, “Come on now babe, help a poor guy out. Who’s that guy to ya? Your boyfriend?” “Husband.” His lips went tight and I could practically see the cold sweat break out on his face, “Baby girl-.” “Boy.” The garage was filled with silence once more and I swear I heard him choke, “What?” he managed to spit out.  “I’m a boy.” I said cooly. He looked me over as best as he could, our only source of light being a low hanging lamp from the leaking ceiling. “But you’re wearing a dress.” “So?” I crossed my legs. I was dressed in a short tight bl...