Life's a Drag

The hero of my latest story, Queen's for a Day, is literally kicking my ass all up and down this computer. She is one demanding, fierce queen. Right now, she's holding a hot pink acrylic school cane that's glowing under the black lights, and I'm afraid to see what she's going to do with it. She's batting those long, false eyelashes. The club is so silent I can hear the leather of her corset creaking.

And that poor boy bent over the back of that chair...

Can someone get me a drink? Vodka collins preferably. I'm going to need it.

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