My name is Josh. Since I’m one of the three principal characters from Naughty Girls, Inc: No Commitment Required, Marilyn asked me to stop by and tell you a little bit about me and our story.
My story is still evolving but several years before Nila came into my life, I had a very bright future. Then friendship tore my world apart. Whoever said a friend in need is a friend in deed, never has the mistake fortune to try and befriend Richard. One moment, I had everything, the next…I was a shell of my former self…my career, the woman I loved, my ability to direct my own future was snatched away from me. I was a mental and physical wreck and all because of Richard.
I tried not to be bitter, but I wasn’t always successful. I thought I had learned to cope—then Nila walked into my life…our lives…Richard’s and mine. And nothing was ever the same after that. Before we met her, Richard and I had formed a sort of peace and had revived our friendship. Believe me when I tell you that we shared everything. And I do mean everything.
Before we met Nila, I don’t recall the last time we’d even had an argument…well, I do, because that was the night my life changed forever. But that was a long time ago. Within hours of meeting Nila, we were at each other’s throats, both of us wanting her for ourselves…neither of us wanting to share. And that in itself was usual. If it was one thing Richard and I had learned to do during the time we lived under the same roof, it was to share—everything.
But there was just no sharing Nila. She’s the kind of woman who knocks a man off his feet and makes him want to possess her totally. So you’ll know what I’m talking about, below is a little of our first meeting, told from Nila’s point of view.
Naughty Girls, Inc: No Commitment Required
Changeling Press (http://www.changelingpress.com).
“Is there a man in your life who would object to our arrangement?”
I shook my head before I remembered he couldn’t see. “No. My… my fiancé died in a car crash two years ago… two months before we were going to get mar…” I stopped abruptly and shook my head, my eyes filling with tears.I swallowed hard several times and took a deep breath.
Josh had troubles enough of his own without having to sit and listen to my sob story.
To my surprise, he spoke in a soft, sympathetic voice. “I’m sorry. That must have been very difficult for you.”
“It was, but I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to wallow in misery.”
“So there’s no one to object?”
“No. There’s no one.”
He inclined his head. “And you won’t have a problem giving me what I want with no strings attached?”
Oh, there’d be strings all right -- in the form of the money I’d earn. “No.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want romance or false promises or hopes. And I don’t want a good girl. I want a sexy, naughty woman who understands the facts of our arrangement. I just want sex…”
He paused and I watched his lips tighten. When he spoke again, his voice had deepened. “Let’s start off as we mean to go on. I want pussy and ass whenever I want it without having to tell you I love or care about you to get it.”
My nostrils flared. Wasn’t he just the charming, romantic one? No wonder he had to pay for sex.
“And sometimes… things between us might get a little… kinky. Can you handle kink?”
“I can handle most things short of sex with a woman.”
“You have something against threesomes?”
The thought of two horny men, both of who wanted me, held definite appeal. “I don’t have sex with women.”
“Is that your only restriction?”
I hesitated. “Well… I can’t think of anything else short of heavy S & M or manhandling that I won’t be at least willing to consider.”
“I like to pamper and spoil a woman, not spank or handcuff her.”
Although I wasn’t averse to an occasional spanking before anal sex, I wasn’t interested in being tied up, blindfolded, or sexually humiliated.
He smiled. “If you’re prepared for the final test, we might have a deal.”
“What did you have in mind?”
He pushed himself away from the desk and patted his lap. “Come sit here and we’ll discuss it.”
Coming soon from Changeling Press (http://www.changelingpress.com).