Madame Fantasy, Part: 1

By Butterscotch

January Storm is a homeless bitch willing to 'do' whatever it takes to make money-even if it means 'doing' wealthy perverts who get off on forcing hot, young girls into depraved acts at an exclusive brothel that caters to sexual fantasies. The tiny 20-year old writer desperately needs the job, but her attitude pisses off the arrogant trainer who intends to use her for his own twisted pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Butterscotch
• Release date: Aug 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370650743

Butterscotch

Candy may be sweet, but author Butterscotch is decidedly not. With a keen mind for the perverse, Butterscotch writes about what most of us never give ourselves permission to even think about.“We want to read about the naughty nicks and niches,” Butterscotch said in a recent interview, “but we don’t want anyone to know. That’s what I like to write.”Whether the subjects are taboo, fetish, or just plain indecent, the sweet world of Butterscotch gives us plenty to fantasize about.

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Madame Fantasy

~Part 1~

By Butterscotch

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2016 Butterscotch

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Madame Fantasy

Chapter 1

Anal?

Yes.

Fellatio?

Who doesn’t? The interviewer pursed her lips and ignored my answer.

BDSM?

I don’t know.

You need to give a yes or no answer on the initial interview, The bitch repeated the instructions she had given me a few minutes before. She pursed her lips together, just like the butt-hole she was, and tried to stare me down. How was I supposed to answer yes or no when I didn’t know?

I got that, I said. I wasn’t trying to be a wise-ass. My situation was too dire to fuck around with the big-titted, Amazon woman. I needed this job, even though I’d only be at it long enough to collect a check and get back on my feet.

Well? she said, her pen poised above the questionnaire. Her eyes were a startling blue and her body like a lush peach, plump and juicy. I’ll bet the clientele loved bending her over a couch arm.

It depends, Yes, wrong answer again. I really don’t know.

January Storm, correct?

Yup, that’s my name. I believe I was ill-conceived during a, oh, toss the pretty kewpie doll to the blue-eyed babe. Most people were so fucking stupid that it made it quite the task to tolerate them. That’s why I lost the job at the Overlook Journal, and also why my free-lance attempts to sell copy to the other local papers didn’t pan out. Stupid people knew my name, and stupid people played a stupid game.

Yes. See, I answered that one in the correct fashion.

Let’s try this again, shall we? she said, BDSM?

I don’t know. Ooh, I was so non-compliant. Yup, that’s the word the courts threw around when I was underage. Along with incorrigible, shows no remorse, and my favorite throughout the years, doesn’t play well with others. At 20, not underage anymore and didn’t need to take shit from anyone. I did need the goddam job, though.

I sighed. "It depends on a few factors. I mean, everyone’s definition of BDSM is different, right? Where a little handcuff and whip might be one person’s cup of pee, I mean tea, another one’s might want to cut