by Meyari McFarland
Urith cocked a hip as he stared down the three masters he had to service tonight. Drunk, too rich to care what damage they did to him, and sadistic as hell. Lovely. Didn't matter. Urith would play the game, get beaten and fucked, while taunting secrets out of them that Mistress Felice could use.
Worst part was afterwards though when he had to deal with a new boy who didn't know the ropes yet.