Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

No rest for the voluntarily indentured.

And if having Gage look at me like that was my reward for being obedient? No one was taking this collar off me. Not ever. I’d cut the bitch who tried.

Jesus, what was with all these people suddenly uptight about liking dick? Not that I had any reason to think Peter did, I’d just been automatically giving him shit, but just sayin’, did he really have to make such a big production of making sure it wasn’t his thing? Like, seriously, did it even fucking matter what got someone off as long as everyone involved was down with it? Pretty sure the correct answer was no it did not, thank you very much…

“Because… because they’ve got boobs?” And no dicks. And wet girl-holes, the kind that I’d tried to get excited about myself in the past and had never really managed to, but that I’d heard him wax lyrical about plenty of times.

Thank fuck I hadn’t been born in the dark ages. Seriously, how had anyone figured anything out back in the nineties or whatever?