Spanked: Bad Behavior Book One

By Fiona Masters

My name is Cera and I work at an adult fantasy club. For my 21st birthday, my boss, Bella, planned a special surprise for me. Her tastes ranged all over the map. She had never let me down before, and I knew she wouldn't this time. The best is yet to come, just like the rest of us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005747152

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Spanked

The Bad Behavior Series, Book One

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

Tyson asked, Cera, are there any women you get along with, besides at work? He was my boyfriend who I had met while working at a sex club, so it was a perfectly reasonable question to ask.

Yeah, do you have any friends outside of there? Nicolas asked. Nicholas was my other boyfriend, and even though he had known me for longer than Tyson, I couldn’t recall us ever hanging out with any of my other friends. He drove Tyson’s Audi away from my parent’s home and as far as I was concerned, he didn’t drive fast enough.

Of course, I do. I tallied up all my non-work friends in my mind. It didn’t take long.

Who? Tyson said.

Huh.

Nicolas said, You mentioned Mrs. Evan’s daughter, but you didn’t even know she was engaged. And that’s all I’ve heard of as far as friends go for you, C. What’s up with that?

Huh. Guess I really don’t. I mean, I could call up my best friend from middle school right now, and she’d help me bury a body, no questions asked, but we haven’t hung out in like two years. I should text that hooker.

Is that a euphemism, or is she a prostitute? Tyson asked, only half-kidding. It was a fair question, considering.

She’s an EMT. Lexi.

Wow, you know someone with a grown up name and a grown up job. Who knew? Nicolas joked.

I texted Lexi, Been a while. How are you?

She sent back, Who is this?

Sorry. It’s Cera.

Fuck! She called me. How the hell you been, Whore?

I’m good, Slut. Wanna get together next week, catch up?

Fuck yeah. I’m off Monday, but I’m on overnights right now. Can you do a dinner?

Yeah. Want to meet me in St. Pete or I’ll come down to AVP?

St. Pete. I need out of here for a night. St. Johns Pass, 8?

See you then. Bye. I put my phone back on the charger, and Nicolas kept looking at me like I had two heads. What? Look at the road.

You haven’t talked in two years, call each other prostitutes, and make a dinner date in two seconds?

Yup.

Good to know your friends are as weird as you are.

Tyson nodded in the back seat, and I went to sleep, happy in the knowledge that I weirded them out. We went back to my condo, and had lunch, followed by a nap. I woke up dry humping Tyson while Nicolas snored. A sleepy, hard Tyson said, Baby, I said no.

Mm? I opened my eyes. Nicolas’s peaceful face was in my view, but Tyson’s hardness had poked my behind. Sorry. I closed my eyes again, and nearly fell back to sleep. Then it hit me. Why not?

Not until tonight.

What’s tonight?

Surprise. He sounded quite drowsy, and I wondered how much I could get out of him. I had suspected Bella was going to throw me a birthday party, but no one would tell me shit.

How are you gonna surprise her?

What?

Damn. Nothing, Baby, go back to sleep. We eventually all got up and had snacks with Maya and Joe. I asked him, I thought you had a bowling tournament tonight.

He shot a quick glance at Maya and said, That’s on Sunday. He, too, was a terrible liar.

Mm hmm. Maya, any thoughts on what I should wear tonight?

She furtively looked at Nicolas, then Tyson. Something eye-catching, shiny, maybe easy to remove.

I looked at the ceiling as though it would give me strength, then smiled at them. Guys, I know something is going on. It’s okay, Bella let it slip.

Nicolas laughed hard, followed by Maya. He said, Nice try.

I made an effort to sound innocent, What?

As though Bella would ever let something slip, Maya said, ever-confident in our boss.

My lips tightened. Damn. I followed her advice and selected a metallic gold bandage body con dress and my gold cage Louboutins.

When I came out of the bathroom, and Tyson said, I win! He wore gray and black, which I'd never seen him in before. It worked on him.

Wow, I looked him up and down, "I’m pretty sure I win, but what do you mean?"

All the gold. You look like the best trophy ever. He kissed me and moaned. What is on your lips?

Vanilla gold dust.

Mm, now you taste like cake everywhere, he kissed me deeper this time, and my best parts twitched.

Okay, okay, break it up, Nicolas came in. We stopped kissing and looked at him. He strutted in a sheer black button down with