Owning the Mayor

Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number. ...

Property of Mistress Savannah

Part 1 The day Lee Harvey had feared for months and months had finally come. As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant. He was a member of that workforce. A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and he decided to join them. It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered them on the way back from her office. ...

Slave of Club Adonis

Chapter 1 I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention. Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction. She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance. Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool. Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer. Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation. I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry. She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride. Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number. ...