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...

~So this is a little something different; a erotic story about a trio of gay friends with benefits. Enjoy~ “No! I don’t wanna share!” I sighed as the two bartenders bickered in front of me. “Well I’m going to fuck him tonight so you can just stay here with your little attitude.” More arguing and this time I sighed heavily, intentionally making the both of them stop and look at me. Baby blue eyes pleaded, “Arson~.” Ha, I loved the way he whined my name, his voice was way higher than a man’s his age not to mention, his muscular 6 foot 3 frame that didn’t make it any better. The quiet jet black continued cleaning out glasses and glaring down the multi colored hair beauty. “Why can’t I just fuck both of you?” I mumbled into the glass before taking a sip. Another hissy fit, “Because I want you all to myself!” “But Tyler wants me all to himself as well. What makes you think you can just have all of me and leave him with nothing?” The comment made his tan cheeks tint p...