Memorial Day 2000. Endless highway stretches between Austin and Dallas. Sun scorches the white Malibu's leather seats, sticking to my skin. Twelve days traveling with my sister. Beautiful asses everywhere.…
Velvet chairs cradled me in Manu's exclusive salon. Crystal chandeliers dripped light over marble counters. Perfumes lingered, heavy and rich. Eliane fidgeted in the styling chair, her torture of color…
I glance at my watch. Five minutes to closing. Exhaustion grips me after this endless Saturday in the elite silverware gallery. Pure wool carpet clings to my stilettos—'Madame' insists on…
My leather armchair sighs as I slump behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of my elite apartment. Overlooking the manicured private park, Geneviève's mansion gleams opposite. She's insatiable, forcing me to stroke…
That monstrous white shitstain, Sacré-Cœur, scars Paris like an ideological pimple. I loathe it. Tourists trample the steps, confusing it with Notre-Dame, snapping selfies amid the throng. Panties flash. Cleavages…
Finally, the last box. Steve wiped sweat from his temple. Our third move in three years. But this penthouse? Perfection. Twentieth floor, cross-shaped building, one apartment per wing. Elevator dead…