It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons!
Meryl glanced at the neon bar clock as she rushed past it and sighed. Only nine-thirty and she was already longing for home. The job was decent enough for now, and the customers were friendly and respectful to her, especially after she'd bent a tray or two over their heads. They still flirted with her, but at a distance. Meryl didn't mind that, though she never responded to their overtures.
Comments
Y'all write the best VxM smut I swear. Not cheesy or anything, just right, and in character too