The First Time

By Paxton DeFleur

New to a city where women hold the power, Jackie applies to be a Seductress at a notorious Passion House. If she gets the position, it will be her job to seduce and recruit the most handsome and eligible bachelors in the city.

A bone is thrown into her plans when it's discovered that she's still a virgin. She's given only two weeks to have sex with someone or else lose everything she's worked for!

When she meets Pierce, one of the trained Suitors at the Passion House, she knows she's in for a solution to her problem and a steamy treat. Together, the two decide that the only way to move forward is to have a sexy tryst between the sheets!

This is a short, ravenous erotica tale told in 8,400 words. If you're into prostitute romance, first time sex short stories, or steamy historical romance books, then this story is for you!

Want more from the City of Goddesses? Read about how Sabrina, an outgoing Seductress, gets ravaged by a warlord here! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/778356

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paxton DeFleur
• Release date: Jan 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370908639

Paxton DeFleur

Paxton was born and raised in a highly conservative Catholic family, so naturally she developed an insatiable obsession with sex.Ever since she found a hidden blue crate full of her father's Playboy magazines stashed under a floorboard in the garden shed, her mind has been weaving fleshy fantasies and longing to share them.She first won an award for her writing in eighth grade, when she submitted a short story about a hellish monster that climbs out of a well and possesses a teenager to commit devious acts. Little did the judges know that the original draft went into juicy detail about the devious, SEXUAL acts. By the time it reached the judges eyes however, she'd already pounded the backspace key to scrub it clean.Throughout high school, she used the same method to win six more short story contests: First she'd write a detailed erotic story, then cut out all of the most interesting parts in order to make it acceptable to the judges, then win. Because she kept winning, she felt compelled to write more, but didn't purge ALL of her erotica; she kept her real candy buried deep in her hard drive in a folder called "trig304."...No one ever opened that folder.Towards the end of high school Paxton dove into web design, and built several kink sites where her and other users would share short erotic stories. At one point, one of the sites was pulling in over 12k visitors per month.She went to college for software engineering and became a web developer for a fortune 500 company. After a few years in that job, she felt like part of her true being was missing. There was a large chunk of her life that felt neglected and forgotten. Working for a large IT company, she always feared that her vanilla boss and coworkers would discover her true kinky identity from all those years ago and her professional reputation would be ruined.Fueled by disdain and lack of creativity in her day job, Paxton began writing erotica again at night. Within a few months, her books became so popular that she quit her job at the IT company and, much to the disappointment of her conservative Catholic parents, now writes erotica full-time.

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The First Time

By Paxton DeFleur

"Fuck, Jackie!" Sabrina breathed, clamping her hands on my arm with the iron grip of a corpse.

I snapped out of my daydream and followed her gaze to the arched door of the classroom. A smartly dressed handsome beast of a man was slowly entering the room with three other dapper Suitors striding in his wake.

The first man was bulky, burly, and blonde – Sabrina’s type. I could feel her trembling like a stricken tuning fork. The second man was tall and thin with piercing blue eyes. Some classmates next to me whispered among themselves and attempted to point without being noticed.

The third man that entered the room was shorter and had a confident gait. There was hushed whispering and rummaging from the dozen other students around me, like hens softly clucking and ruffling their feathers.

Then the fourth walked through the archway and it felt like there was a knot being pulled tighter deep in my stomach. It was his presence. Something about his posture, the way he stood—straight as an arrow, made him intimidating, but in a curious way.

The eyes are what did it, though.

Even from my seat where I felt so invisible, one of a half-dozen twins in the room, his gaze pierced me like he was staring down prey. A thick unspoken energy passed between us. My face split into a wide grin and heat rose into my cheeks.

I averted my eyes and tried to get a grip on myself while we all waited for Lady Feywood to enter the room.

This was it. This was the great filter that sifted the diamonds from the grains of sand. In a few moments, we’d all know the two candidates who’d go on to become apprentices to Lady Feywood, and who’d be set free to pursue apprenticeship at some lesser Passion House.

For four months, I had made the long trek across Artemis to the Crystal Gardens every day, feeling the passers-by eyes on me. Feeling those eyes move up and down my slim, plain form, trying to poke through the curtain of clothes and guess what’s underneath. They were nosy, those eyes. Even though women in Artemis were allowed to wear whatever they wanted, it seemed as though the most insatiable curiosity was procured by modesty.

Lady Feywood understood