The elevator door opens with the same tired ding sound.
I drag my feet out, my shoulders already aching from carrying my cheap laptop bag like it weighed a hundred pounds.
I glance at the clock
11:47 pm. Again.
I sighed, and walked inside the office, the lights were still blazing. My boss, Karen, stood at the printer like a dragon waiting to breathe fire.
"Aisha! Good, you're still here," Karen, my boss said without looking up.
"The client moved the deadline. Everything for the whole month has to be finished tonight. You'll stay, right?"
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I just nodded. What else could I do? Say no and lose the only job I had?
By 4:15 a.m. my eyes were burning.
The screen blurred against my vision but thank God I had finished everything.
I looked at the sticky note my boss had dropped on my desk.
'Good job, see you tomorrow'
No overtime pay. No thank you. Just that sticky note.
I left the office after.
The bus smelled like piss and old fries. I pressed my forehead to the cold window and watched the city lights smear past.
My stomach godless so loud the old man beside me turned.
My dinner was half a stale granola bar twelve hours ago.
I ignored, deep inside my thoughts. I wanted pretty things so bad that it aches my heart.
The new iPhone, those soft pink lingerie sets I saw on Instagram, the cute cropped jackets.
Every time I opened my banking app, the balances laughed at me.
$42.73 until next month.
I almost cried from relief as I reached my tiny studio, kicking off my shoes and letting the bag fall with a thud, and locked the door like I was shitting the whole world outside.
The room was dark except for the glow of my phone.
I stripped as I walked - blouse, skirt, bra- everything dropped on the floor like dead skin.
Naked, I crawled onto the bed, knees shaking from tiredness.
I reached under my pillow and pulled out my only luxury; A small pink vibrator I bought second - hand online.
My only way of relieving stress after work.
I opened my secret folder. The one named "Taxes 2023," so nobody would ever check.
Inside were hundred of saves lesbian clips.
I clicked the first one - Two girls kissing slow, hands slipping under skirts, soft moans filling my earphones.
I spread my legs wide, already wet just from thinking about it.
The first round my fingers on my clit made me ehimper out loud.
"Please… someone touch me like this," I whispered to nobody. "I just want a girlfriend… someone to kiss me, to eat me out, to hold me after…"
My hips moved on their own. I pressed the vibrator hard against my swollen clit, circling fast the way I liked. The girls on the screen were scissoring now, pussy rubbing pussy, wet sounds loud in my ears.
I imagined it was me —imagining soft breasts against mine, a warm tongue licking me open, fingers pushing deep inside.
"Fuck… yes… right there…" I moaned, voice cracking. My back arched off the bed. I was so close, so close—
The vibrator slipped from my sweaty fingers. The room spun. My chest hurt bad, like someone punched it. I tried to breathe but couldn't.
"Oh god… I just wanted… one real kiss…" I gasped, tears sliding into my hair.
The phone screen went black.
Everything went black.
Then—light.
I blinked awake to the sound of silk rustling and women laughing somewhere far away.
My body felt… different. Heavier hair, longer nails, something tight around her throat.
I sat up fast. The bed under me was hard, the sheets rough and cheap. No soft mattress. No phone. No vibrator.
I was in a small, dim room with faded red curtains and one cracked mirror. A thin red collar hugged my neck—heavy, cold, with a dull black gem in the center.
On the wooden door, someone had carved words with a knife:
**CONCUBINE #50 – DO NOT DISTURB THE PRINCESS WITH YOUR MEDIOCRE PERFORMANCE**
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I touched my face—same face—but the reflection in the cracked mirror showed a woman in a thin silk robe that barely covered anything. My nipples poked through the fabric. My thighs had faint bruises like someone had grabbed her too hard.
I looked down between my legs. Still wet. Still aching.
But this wasn't my room.
This wasn't my world.
Somewhere outside, a bell rang loud and clear. A cold female voice echoed through the palace walls:
"concubines of the Crimson Ledger, prepare yourselves.
Tonight, Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Alexandria will choose who warms her bed…
and who gets punished at dawn."
My breath stopped.
Am I the lowest ranked concubine of the crown princess? I whispered to no one in particular as I had put two and two together.
On the door was concubine # 50 and now a woman announced that a concubine would be chosen to warm the princess bed.
I looked down at my body and back to the wooden door and it swung open.
A very busty and huge ass girl walked in naked. Followed by three others.
"Lady Ayara calls for you." They rolled their eyes at me and giggled at something.
I knew it was at me. No need for further research.
They walked out, expecting me to follow them but I didn't.
My eyes were fixated on their asses. So round and big.
They reminded me of those Milf in lesbian porn videos that scissored aggressively at little girls.
Fuck! I felt a hot slick dripping down my thighs.
I didn't even understand what was going on but I was kind of enjoying everything so far.
Perhaps when I meet this so called, Lady Ayara, I will understand better.
"Get your dry ass cunt and follow us, you last mediocre concubine!" They shrieked in unision when they turned and didn't see me behind them.
But their words still stuck to me.
Dry ass cunt?
Like my pussy was dry? I don't drip?
I scoffed at the irony.
I was certain by 100 percent that I was a walking dam.
My pussy always got wet that I had to scoop some with my fingers and suck, so I could continue masturbating.
Who the fuck were they calling dry?