The Business of Women Part Five: The Struggle

Vanessa grabs Shyla by the chin. "Ms. Veracruz gives the orders. You only answer to her." Shyla nods but her eyes say something else entirely. That temper might bite them later. For now it serves a purpose. The order is simple enough on paper. Bring Samantha back from her stepmother’s clutches. Fresh. Untouched by anyone but the team. India Summer would crumble if they pulled it off. Samantha takes the note bait and walks straight into the trap. She thinks she’s meeting India herself. She obeys the first line on the page—draw a bath, strip the stranger, strip herself. Water steams. Shyla lowers in. Then hands turn into mouths. Shyla’s training kicks in fast. She barks a command and Samantha drops to her knees without thinking. Tongue works between Shyla’s thighs like it’s owed rent. Samantha’s mouth knows exactly how to earn the next command. India trained her well. The power rolls through Shyla’s blood too quickly. It loosens her tongue. She blurts it out while Samantha’s licking—tells her she’s India’s runaway stepdaughter and that the whole plot leads straight to Ms. Summer’s fall. Samantha stops mid-stroke. She stands, pulls Shyla’s wet hair, and reminds her who still holds the real cards. Samantha’s loyalty to India isn’t for sale. She promised dominance and she’s going to collect it by breaking the little traitor in half. She fucks Shyla down, makes her beg, reminds her exactly whose side wins. Shyla folds. Now she has to face the woman who started all of this. To be continued...