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*The following story written by Emma Haven, Personal Assistant to LA’s Premiere Fetish Mistress Rhianna Knight*

I was uploading a pic on Twitter while waiting for my order at one of the more well-known chain coffee houses in the country. For copyright reasons I can’t say which, but let’s say it rhymes with “Carfucks.” Hmm, “Carfucks,” that takes me back to last Thursday with my new pal Big Bill and his big black cock and the not so little quadruple X-rated adventure we had in the back of his Volkswagen and oh sweet desert night with Big Bill’s big thick meaty cock pounding into my ass and oh YUM! But I digress….


“Erma” the sorry excuse for a barista said, “you’re coffee is ready.”

“It’s Emma,” I said in a tone that was, I admit freely, a little bitchy.

“Do I look like an Erma to you? Erma is a hillbilly cow with seven kids, a dirty loser husband passed out on the couch and ‘Wheel of Fortune’ playing in the background.”

I grabbed my my large half-caf Mocha Grande with 12 pumps of sugar free Hazelnut and headed for the exit, when this gentleman caught my eye.

Now before you get any ideas, he wasn’t my type, but he looked … familiar. “Where had I seen that face before,” I thought. My mind started racing, searching the file cabinets of my past. If I did in fact know this guy, it definitely “B.R.”

“B.R” for those of you not in the know stands for “Before Rhianna.” And let me tell that my life before Rhi was … was … how to put this nicely? There is no way to put it nicely, I wandered through the days as a boring ho-hum nine to five loser, to afraid to buck the system and let the my true self break free. I don’t want to dwell too much on my pre-Rhi existence, what’s important is that those days are long behind me and Emma Haven the sassy cum-crazed fuck ’em and leave ’em sissy-slut with a wicked fashion sense was here to stay!

All that said, after a few moments it dawned on me, the mystery man in question was Tim… an old high-school classmate. Not a friend per say, but I did tutor him in Algebra and Geometry. Wait, let me rephrase, I did all of his homework for three years so he wouldn’t be kicked off the varsity Football team, and I did it under the threat that if I refused I would get the “worst beating” of my life.

Listen faggot, if I don’t get straight A’s you’re ass is gonna be fuckin’ grass!”

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Ah well, what can you do, boys will boys.

Anyway, upon realization, I walked up to him and said “Tim? Tim is that you?”

He looked at me perplexed and said, “Do I know you?”

“You did.”

An hour or so later, he and I were sitting in a booth catching up on old times.

“I just can’t believe it,” he said, “I can’t believe it’s you. I never would have guessed.”

“Well yes, as I said, much has changed since then.”

“I mean you look,” he stammered a bit, “so … different.”

In my mind I knew that “different” wasn’t the word he wanted to use. He wanted to say “damn hot.” Rhianna smartened me up on how to tell if a boy is into you, and old Timmy was exhibiting all the signs. I mean, he was practically eye fucking me while sipping his Latte.

After a moment of silence, he said, “Ya know Rog … I mean, Emma, sorry. I was sort of a dick back then. And I just want to say, I’m sorry. I had a lot of pressure at home and …”

“Say no more,” I said, “it’s in the past. I’m all about the present baby.” I then started telling him all about Rhianna and her fetish house known as The Pleasure Palace.

“What’s that like,” he asked excitedly. “You must see some wild and kinky stuff.”

“Wild, doesn’t quite cover it,” I said, a sly smile formed on my slut pink glossed lips. My cell began to vibrate and I fished it out of my handbag, “Speak of the Devil,” I said, seeing that Rhianna had sent me a text. “I’m due back at the Palace.”

“Oh,” Tim said, “too bad, I was really enjoying our … conversation.”

“Of course you were honey,”I  thought “you were enjoying a lot of things,” and then a red light went off in my head.

“So, do you wanna see where I work?”

To Be Continued.

 

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