#megan sharp

“Yes,” Megan replied, nodding vigorously at her. It may have been unorthodox but she couldn’t help but deny being a sex slave to a younger woman was appealing, to say the least. “I can. Definitely.”

It was true, Megan had been avoiding Morgan’s class to try and escape what it was she had been doing with her for the past few months. She needed to, in order to make sure she was still herself. Megan didn’t want to lose herself, but it seemed like Morgan was doing everything in her power to ensure that would be the case. “Please,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her in a pleading manner, “I’ll do anything. Just help me pass.”

Megan sat in her apartment, jamming to the music on her iPhone as she scrolled through the different stories that were covering her Facebook feed. It was the only way she could relax as she waited to hear back about the role she had gone to audition for at the local theatre. She wasn’t sure she would get it but she would rather know than not know. Her music was on loud, which meant she couldn’t hear her door open or the person enter it.

Megan knew what she was doing was wrong. Victoria was her sister and Athena her sister-in-law. She should have stayed away once they got married, but her sister didn’t want to let her go and and Athena....well, she was intoxicating. So yeah, she was going to see Athena after her shift at the coffee shop. “Hey,” she said, spotting Athena before shedding her jacket. She hadn’t had a chance to change after her ship so she was still wearing her white blouse and black skirt. Not that Athena would mind, she was sure. “What are you up to?”

Megan sat in her “room” at the brothel, preparing for another night of servicing all those who came to seek an escape. Men, women, every single one just wanted a release and that was what Megan provided. Release. She sat at her boudoir, finishing her make-up and adjusting the slutty outfit of the night when she heard a knock on the door. Her first client of the night. “Come in, baby,” she called out, keeping her voice sultry.

Megan slowly rubbed the growing baby bump on her stomach as she sat behind her desk. It was small, but it would continue to grow as time continued to pass. She was nervous about how their lives were changing drastically and when the new baby would be there....who knows what would happen. Being pregnant was not easy, and neither was dealing with the side effects of it - including the unusual cravings. She needed peanut butter and a pickle in that moment. Approaching Jason’s office, she poked her head in the door first. “Did you want to get lunch? I’m starting to get hungry.”

Those kisses of him made her melt a little inside but the pure shock and joy knowing that he was happy about it made her feel slightly better about it all. “It is a little weird, but so is everything else we’re doing,” she giggled a little, melting under his kiss one more time. “A little, I guess.....but aren’t you worried about what people are going to say when they find out?”