The Wages of Sin (paranormal erotica)
When Roxanne Watershed's wealthy father cuts off her Platinum Card, the girl doesn't know quite what to do. Her appeals to an ancient sex god don't fall on deaf ears, however, and He provides her with the opportunities to finance her extravagant spending habits... in the form of wealthy men willing to pay top dollar for her "services"! More
The 13 Shades of Sin series tells the story of a modern coven of witches who've accidentally summoned a pagan sex god. Each of them gets a wish. Each of them has a need. None of them are prepared for the consequences.
When Roxanne Watershed's wealthy father cuts off her Platinum Card, the girl doesn't know quite what to do. Her appeals to an ancient sex god don't fall on deaf ears, however, and He provides her with the opportunities to finance her extravagant spending habits... in the form of wealthy men willing to pay top dollar for her "services"!
This 4600 word story contains scenes of erotic mind control hot sex and the exchange of sexual services for money.
“Dating is expensive,” Devon said. “And time consuming. You want to be shown a good time, to have lavish meals and see expensive shows. And we both know what men want.”
“I’m a busy man,” he continued. “And I’m sure that what I find enjoyable — opera, art galleries, golf outings — aren’t what a twenty-something girl finds engaging. What say we save a lot of time and cut to the chase.”
“What are you proposing?”
Devon stared at her for a long moment before replying. “I’ll pay you two-thousand dollars for a night of passion.”
“That’s a conservative amount,” he said. “Dinners. Shows. Gifts. A month’s worth. Take the money, spend it on whatever it is that you like. You know your tastes better than mine. Take boys your own age out on other dates, I don’t care. I’m a busy man, Roxanne, and I don’t have the time for courtship, but I still have needs.”
Roxanne’s first impulse was to throw her drink into the man’s face, and her second was to storm out. It did make sense, though. Or rather, it was a lot of money, and she wanted it to make sense. Was this really so different from what she really wanted? A wealthy man who could provide her with the finer things in life? And with the added benefit of keeping her freedom to do whatever else she wanted.
“Make it twenty-five hundred.”
Devon York’s eyes widened, and he let out a genuine laugh. “You are your father’s daughter, Miss Watershed.”