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Sugar & The Chief - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

Reader is a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of her newest novel, which is based on her secret affair with the man who became her muse.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: A LOT of smut

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: I started this goddamn fic in late 2021! 😭 I'm so glad it's finally out. This one is a little different and I hope you enjoy!

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It took you approximately three years to finish it. At first, you didn't want to, because through the smoke of mirrors of the raunchy literature was hands down the most personal piece you’ve ever done. But your team insisted that you go through with it. Your publicist Sheree told you it was one of the best works she’s ever read. On top of that, the dividends from your last book were starting to dry up, so you didn’t have that much of a choice.

You finally relented, and soon after it was published, the novel exploded. Your rabid readers had been waiting impatiently for your next offering and they gobbled it up. Your face and the novel were all over social media, TV, magazines and even on the huge Times Square billboard just down the road from your multi-million dollar penthouse in the Upper East Side. It wasn’t long before you were doing interviews and signing autographs in bookstores, malls and libraries all around the country. You were scheduled to be in London, Paris and Madrid next month promoting the book. It was a comeback for the ages.

And you had him to thank for that.

Sugar & the Chief was an erotic tale about an intense love affair that ended in disaster. Critics viewed it as Fifty Shades of Grey with better writing and much better sex and found the protagonist, Erica, relatable and three-dimensional. Erica was an ambitious albeit mentally unstable escort in an illicit relationship with Roman, a married Hollywood superstar she codenamed ‘the Chief’. This wasn’t your bland Mills & Boon romance tale...This was so smutty and so nasty you couldn’t read the first few paragraphs without wanting to masturbate thanks to Roman and Erica’s graphic sexual antics. It was so detailed that some theorists believed the Chief was based on a real person. When asked about who ‘Roman’ was, you played him off as a completely fictional character. No one needed to know the true identity of your muse. But you were one hundred percent sure that if he read this book, he would know it was about him. After all, you had incorporated some real-life dialogue between you in the novel. Without a doubt, he would know. You wondered, not for the first time, what his thoughts were if he had indeed read it.

Your fans did not hesitate to relay their own thoughts. Tonight, you were busy reading quite a number of them. Sheree had collated readers’ reviews, emails and feedback and sent them to you for your entertainment. Each one had you smiling from ear to ear. Women from all walks of life gushed about Erica and Roman. Housewives, attorneys, college students, septuagenarians, book club members; all of them had something to say and you felt all warm and fuzzy inside to know you still had it, that the magic hadn’t left your pen yet. Of course, they all wanted to know who the Chief was. They were so impressed with how he fucked you, dominated you and yet doted on you…They all wanted a man like him.

They all love you so much, Leati…just like I loved you…love you…

Closing your MacBook, you stood up from your desk with a smile. You stared out the ceiling-to-floor window and kept sipping from your Olivia Pope-sized glass of red wine, sinking deeper into your thoughts.

Truth be told, you should have known better than to fall in love with Joe Anoa’i. Your first meeting all those years ago on a week-long vacation should have ended on the island between the soft rumpled sheets of his bed. What happened in Hawaii should have stayed in Hawaii. But then, you couldn’t stop gravitating to him and he couldn’t stop gravitating to you. You went running whenever he called and he came running whenever you called. It was wild, passionate, addicting, exciting…too good to last, really. And it wasn’t long before the fantasy came crumbling down.

So many factors came into play. The demands of his job as the face of WWE. The meteoric level of his fame. And then, his discovery of your coke habit, your discovery of his wife Nicole and his three children, your increasing jealousy, his decreasing interest in you. After five tempestuous years, your relationship came to a bitter end, and the difficult healing process put an end to the writer’s block you’d been suffering from for a while.

You missed him deeply, and wished the dull ache in your heart would go away. As morally questionable as it had all been, what you experienced with him needed to happen to every woman at least once in her lifetime - indulging in forbidden fruit and all the delicious things that came with it; the danger, the thrill of secrecy, the earth-shattering sex, the emotions of love, lust, possession, and of course, the inevitable pain and heartbreak…

You captured all of that in Sugar.

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Chapter 22

Erica pushed the button, shuddering out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The elevator doors clunked closed and the cables began to whir. She ascended, floor by floor. Light goosebumps littered over her arms as she was filled with a morbid mix of dread and anticipation.

Their big fight from three weeks ago kept playing over and over in her head like some kind of evil loop. He didn't want to leave Gaelle for her and she'd taken her frustrations out on him. However, after what she'd just discovered, he was going to have to change his mind. Because of him, she had broken the ultimate rule in this treacherous line of work. This little game between them has been turned on its head, and tonight was the last time she would play by his rules.

The door opened before she knocked, and she felt her pussy purr involuntarily as they locked eyes. That big, sexy ass body of his leaned against the doorframe, his huge arms crossed over his equally huge chest. His dampened long hair flowed past his shoulders, and he smelled fresh, like he'd just had a shower. It didn't matter how long they'd been apart for; he always took her breath away every time she saw him.

"Well? You gon' stand there or you comin' in?" he sassed, that smooth country-boy drawl of his making her body temperature rise. Shaking it off, she walked through the door, right past him and into the open layout of his new, lavish penthouse, the night lights illuminating her brown skin through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"Nice place," she commented, looking around with mild interest. He had found another hideaway where he could fuck around behind his wife's back. It didn't matter, because Gaelle was never going to leave him no matter what he did and he knew it. She could feel him trailing behind her, his bare feet moving catlike and silent on the cool hardwood floor. He had a prescence like no other, that was why he was the biggest movie star in the world today. And you so happened to be the mistress of the biggest movie star in the world today.

"Champagne?" he offered.

"No, I'm fine," she answered, her crossed arms pushing up her already generous cleavage. Roman's gaze longingly raked over the A-line trench coat concealing her curves, traveling down to the sinful looking high heels adorning her feet. Her hair fell in luscious, tempting waves down her shoulders. A deliberate move, surely, as she knew he loved her hairstyles down. His dick hardened as he imagined bending her over, pulling her tresses and spanking that fat, juicy ass of hers as he pounded--

"I'm not stayin' long, so talk." Her statement yanked him out of his lurid daydream.

"You got all dressed up for me, beautiful," he asked, scanning her up and down again.

"Not everything's about you, Roman," she scoffed.

Not her giving him more lip. He would do something about that later. "I called you a buncha times last week but you didn't pick up. You left my texts on read," he accused with narrowed eyes. "You ignored me."

Erica tilted her chin, her stance defiant. "And why does that surprise you?"

He raised an eyebrow at her biting response and chuckled at her audacity. Sugar was quite the firecracker and honestly, he couldn't get enough. Walking towards her, he smirked as he caught on to her struggle to keep her eyes on him and not on his thick dick print, clear as day in his gray sweatpants. He reached out and rubbed her arm with his hand before tugging her closer to him.

"Sweetheart, don't ever ignore me again. Especially when you know that pussy belongs to me."

"Does it? Funny, I thought I was 'just another pricey whore'. Did you forget you said that to me?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff. "Sometimes I say shit I don't mean, baby girl, you know how it is."

Taken aback by his dismissive, nonchalant attitude, she yanked her arm away. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? After everything we've been through? That shit was foul as fuck!" she said incredulously.

"I know. That's why I texted you to come over so I could apologize in person, but you refused to answer me. I hate it when you shut me out, Erica."

"You shut me out, too! For weeks! And now that you're bored you summon me like I'm your fuckin' toy. I am not your toy, Roman! I don't give a damn that you're a Hollywood star, there's plenty of other A-listers out there who will take care of me and not treat me like shit."

"And yet, you come back to me every time," he pointed out, the smug curl of his lip just as panty-wetting as the rest of him. "None of your other clients take care of you like I do, make you feel the way I do. That's why you dropped 'em all, for me."

Erica started to retort but stopped herself, realizing that this was in fact, the truth. But she'd be damned if she let him have the last laugh. "Ya know what? This was a mistake. I should go. I had something to tell you but I dunno why I even bothered to come here."

She turned around but he grabbed her before she could go far, drawing her back to him. Seeing her getting worked up always seemed to fuel his desire for her. The angrier she was, the hotter the sex, and he was horny as fuck for her right now.

"Look at you, gettin' all riled up," he drawled, his tone tinged with amusement. "I love it when you're mad, that shit turns me on, baby."

This man was as infuriating as he was sexy. "Fuck you! Everything is a joke to you!"

"This feel like a joke right here?" he demanded, snatching her hand and pressing it against his throbbing length. The little whimper she let out as she cupped him sealed her fate.

"Feel that? Feel what you do to me?" His voice was rough and needy, matching the look in his eyes. "I need you, Erica. It's been weeks and I've been goin' fuckin' crazy without you."

"Go home to your wife, then," she bit back with a lot less conviction than she aimed for. The pull was much too strong, quite literally too as he wrapped both arms around her slender waist, his face nuzzling her neck and making her hiss as his soft beard tickled her skin.

"She don't make me feel like you do." His voice was needy and almost pathetic as his mouth pressed her throat. "Let me make it up to you, baby. I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?" His tongue was warm, his breath hot and heavy on her skin, and her arousal flared against her will.

"Roman..."

"Come on, baby, kiss me," he murmured, his lips sliding over hers. It was a slow but deliberate assault, and Erica felt her body yield as a soft gasp escaped from her. She sagged against him, gripping his shoulders for balance as their mouths smacked oh so sensually together. Fuck, she missed this, missed his delicious kisses and his assured touch as he grabbed her round, fleshy ass, kneading and caressing in his hands and pressing himself harder against her.

Roman growled softly as he released her mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips as his eyes flitted down to her chest. "Take your clothes off," he commanded.

Wordlessly, Erica's hands slid over the leather belt on her waist to slowly unbuckle it. Then, she opened up her coat, eased it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing, absolutely nothing, but her heels. Roman's darkened orbs blazed to an onyx black as they scanned her naked body, drinking in every smooth, delicate, voluptuous curve. Grabbing her by the waist, he backed her up against the nearest wall, his hardened dick straining against her exposed center. A shiver ran through her as he crashed his mouth back to hers, his huge hand squeezing her throat briefly before tracing the valley between her breasts, and she finally let go of the groan she was holding back as his hand came in contact with the intimate spot between her thighs.

"Damn..." he smirked as he found nothing but wetness, pushing his palm against the slick mound and sliding his fingers along her slit. She moaned in response, her hands gripping his tattooed bicep as his thick finger pushed into her, her pussy quivering around the digit as he thrust it at a maddeningly steady pace.

"Mmm-hmm you like this, don't you baby?" he said, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing yet another moan from the back of her throat as he slipped a second finger home with deep, languid thrusts. She whimpered helplessly, her vision blurring as her walls dripped and tightened around the invading digits. Her forehead dropped onto his chest, battling to hold on to her sanity. "Fuck..."

Buoyed by her whines and soft cries, he pumped his fingers more earnestly, hissing softly when her walls rippled around them again, signaling her end. "You 'boutta come already, huh? I told you this my pussy. Squeeze my fingers Erica, come for me."

Damn him and his ability to control her with just his touch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her shout of pleasure came from somewhere inside her soul as she spasmed uncontrollably. She could hear his triumphant snicker as her juices flooded his fingers, brushing his mouth against hers as she leaned into him to regain her tenuous balance. He scooped the round, soft flesh of her breast into his eager palm, with his other hand leaving her pussy to suck her juices, humming pleasantly at the familiar sweet taste.

"Remember what I told you in my text?" he breathed, his gaze trained expectantly on her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Tell me," he insisted, now massaging both her breasts. "Tell me what I said to you. I made you a promise. What was it?"

Erica fought through the thick haze of passion to recall his exact words from the raunchy text message. "You promised to make me come at least three times before we ever make it to the bed," she recounted.

Roman smiled smugly, satisfied with her response. "Uh huh. And Daddy always keeps his promises, don't he? That was the first. Two more to go. Now, let me show you around my new crib."

He showed her around, alright. First, on the plush sectional in the living room area, with her on her back and her head hanging off the edge as he slowly thrust his dick in and out of her mouth. She let his groans wash over her as her jaw relaxed to take more of his intimidating length down her throat. Even upside down, her gag reflex was superb, so each time he thrust inside her, her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, soaking his balls with her spit. Willing to give as much as he was receiving, he leaned forward and rubbed her clit in quick circular motions, making her moan around his cock with the vibrations causing his neck to extend, looking up to the ceiling as pleasure licked his spine.

"Unnnh fuck, suck my dick, take it all down your throat, baby," he encouraged her, sliding his other hand over her breast and toying with her nipple, all while fucking her face. His knees weakened at the sight of his length bulging her throat, she always knew how to take him well. "Shit, Sugar, you look so fuckin' hot like this..."

Erica moaned again through her stuffed throat, waves of heat washing over her as her pussy pulsated beneath the pleasure of his long thick fingers. In all her time under the bright lights and the seedy bowels of Hollywood, she had never been captivated by any one human being. Until him. Their escort-client relationship had long since grown into something more. She had given up on resisting him and let him do anything he wanted to her in bed. But tonight she craved some semblance of control, and this time, his famed charms would not stop her from getting it.

Pushing him away so he slipped out of her mouth, she sat up straight and tugged him onto the massive couch with her. Straddling his hips as he sat up, she placed one hand on his barrel-like shoulder while using the other to curl her fingers around his pulsing dick. He groaned and bucked his hips as she flicked the head of his dick along her slit just to torture him a little. Then guided him against her opening and slid down.

The moment felt heavy and tense, like a tightly twined coil as her wetness opened up for him. At the end of her slow descent, she stopped to adjust to all the emotions and sensations wracking both their bodies. Unconsciously rocking her hips into him, she gasped as the pressure immediately started to build. Their hands and mouths were all over each other. Roman ran his hands up and down her back, rubbed her tits, squeezed her ass. Erica raked her nails over his nipples, sucked on his neck, bit his shoulder. Fuck, it felt so damn good already. Ass rested comfortably on his thighs, chest to naked chest with his dick lodged inside her, it was clear they were not going to last very long.

Leaning back slightly on her other hand placed on his thigh, she began to ride him. Slow and steady at first, making him absorb every drop of her ass, every crevice, every sensation. The lust and pleasure consumed them both, their mouths colliding with hot, sloppy kisses, her moans pitching higher as the tension thickened. His own groans grew heavier and gruffer, his hands leaving her hips to slide underneath her ass and lift her up and down. Exquisite torture, with his strong grip on her making her wet pussy take every inch of him. The angles of his upward thrusts as he bounced her on his dick had her making noises like a bitch in heat. He was so snug and warm and deep inside her, it was as though she could feel him in her soul.

"Oh my fuckin' god," she half-groaned, half-cried, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck as he bounced her even harder. Up, down, up, down. His dick stretched her walls, his fingers deep into her ass cheeks enough to leave a bruise or two. The dizzying sensations spiraled her into another orgasm, and she sat all the way down on his dick and rolled her ass desperately, literally riding out her nut. She couldn't stop herself from biting into his sweaty, salty skin as she came, making the big man growl in reaction and smack her ass hard.

"That's your second nut," he declared.

He flipped her onto her back, still deep inside her. He looked down at her with hungry, blown pupils, letting his hands dance along the meat of her thighs and her calves. Throwing her legs onto his shoulders, he leaned forwards, folding her in two as he fucked her into the couch. Her hands clawed the back of his head only for him to grab them and pin them above her head. The sweat clung to their skins as he steeled his thighs and grinded himself into her wet heat, his face lowering to suck both of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around each peaked bud. Her groans snowballed with his groans as he drove his dick impossibly deep inside her with primal intensity. When she managed to speak, her voice was unrecognizable. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," she moaned hoarsely, her toes curling behind his head as she exploded again, "Oh my god, Roman, ohhh..."

"I'm 'bout to come too, don't fuckin' move," he panted, holding her down to piston his hips and pound into her. Erica basked in the sound of his tortured groan when his big body tensed up and she felt him pour into her warm confines, his hips stuttering as he found sweet release.

"Got you to three quicker than I expected," he said when he caught his breath, kissing her cheek. "We just gettin' started, baby. I'ma remind you why this pussy is mine."

He gave her an up close and personal view of the city's remarkable skyline, her breasts crushed against the glass window as his juicy lips ravaged her from behind. She could only imagine how she looked right now. Her legs wide, ass spread open, her battered pussy wet and swollen and pulsing for more of his oral onslaught. Nobody ate her out the way he did, with so much passion, covering all the bases, her clit, her inner lips, and even her asshole. The warmth of his breath had her walls clenching as he licked and sucked and kissed everywhere, painting her slickness with his spit. The relief she felt as he finally detached his mouth from her center and got off his knees was replaced with his heavy cock tapping her pussy lips before breaching her entrance with the thick girth. Each thrust dragged her sensitive nipples across the cool, hard surface of the glass, but Erica was so lost in the moment that she didn't care.

"Mmmph, fuck me, baby, fuck my pussy," she exhaled another pining moan, her nails scraping against the glass where he had ordered her to place her hands. Her mouth fell open when he slapped her backside, that deliciously dangerous dick of his pounding into her in full view of the bright lights of Los Angeles. His dick slid in deeper and deeper, his hips circling each time he was buried inside her, making her knees buckle as her climax inched ever closer. She tried to speak again, but words failed her, reducing her to a whimpering, shivering mess as her pussy clenched greedily around his dick. Roman merely chuckled arrogantly, reveling in his handiwork.

"You sound so fuckin' sexy, baby girl, keep moaning for me like that," he purred, his hands clamped on her shapely hips to make her take his lethal strokes. He was a man on a mission, punishing her for assuming she had any sort of control over him. Tears sprang to her eyes as he slowed down his thrusts, his pelvis mashed up against her soft backside as his cock worked inside the sensitive walls of her pussy with a more tender rhythm. He filled her with stroke after long stroke, making them both moan as she squirted all over him this time, her orgasm breaking her into a million pieces.

He showed her the stripper pole next to his bed. He had it installed specially for her, he said, so she could show off her elite lap dancing skills for him and him alone. Watching that itty-bitty waist and all that ass bounce on his dick like her rent was due would be the end of him; He couldn't resist massaging the soft cheeks in his palm, one after the other as she gyrated back and forth on him like a professional.

"Uh huh, go off, baby, pop that pussy on my dick," he drawled from his spot on the pouf he lounged on, his sturdy thighs spread wide apart to give her all the space she needed to ride and grind while she held onto the pole for balance. He watched the streaks of his cum trickle down her gyrating ass, and it made for quite the visual, slapping against the mixture of her juices smothered over his groin. He rubbed in the remnants of his seed on her cheeks, biting his lip as the skin glistened and made her big booty look even bigger. "Mmm, damn baby, this pussy so good, I should throw a dollar at your fine ass..."

"Fuck!" Erica had the pole in a death grip as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She had to get off his dick because she was shaking so hard. The tremors had her mewling pitifully as she bent over, gifting him with the sight of her pink pussy quivering as her cum ran down her inner thighs.

"Get back down here," Roman ordered, smacking her leg and then her ass as he stroked his dick in his hand, "You ain't done. Sit your ass back down on this dick."

He'd been wanting to break in his new California king bed since it'd been installed, so it was apt that he was breaking her back in it. He had her on her stomach, her asshole stuffed with a purple-colored butt plug as he stuffed her pussy with his hard, long cock. She moaned and gasped beneath him, clutching the comforter with her fists as he fucked her like a savage, her plump ass trapped in his possessive grasp.

"Daddyyyyy..." Her moan was loud and long and desperate. It became too much. Roman's dick seemed to double in size inside her and both her holes felt too full to the point of another explosion. A sob tore from her chest.

"Why you cryin'? Huh?" He slapped her ass. "Don't cry. You wanted this dick. Ain't that why you came over? Daddy told you to come and you listened like a good bitch, Daddy's sexy ass bitch. Come here." He hiked her hips higher to force a deeper, more painful arch in her back, and rammed his dick into her sweet spot over and over, demolishing her pussy. Too spent to throw her ass back, she could only lay there and take it, and her eyes squeezed shut, certain she was about to pass out from pleasure.

A big square mirror stretched across the ceiling directly above the bed. His hand slithered into her hair, tugging her head back, almost hyperextending her neck to make her look up. Her mouth dropped open in a moan as she watched that big thick shaft glide in and out of her, the soft skin of her ass rippling against the smacks of his pelvis. Just the sight of him and her together in such an erotic moment had her leaking again, soaking the silk sheets on the bed. He was fucking her so good. She hadn't come this hard and this many times in a long, long time.

Sitting back on his heels, he brought her off the bed and flush against him, assaulting her neck with his hot mouth. "You make me so fuckin' crazy, Erica. Don't nobody else make me lose control like this," he whispered, his grip tightening around her throat as the other hand gripped her breast, making her whimper. "Love this pussy so fuckin' much. You love this dick, baby?"

"Yes Daddy, I love it, I love you," she choked out.

"Mm-hmm, I love you too, baby. You gon' make me come all up inside you, girl," he grunted, his brain growing fuzzier as his end neared. He wrapped her up in his big arms, engulfing her with his heat, lavishing her panting mouth with tongue kisses as his hips rocked upwards, teasing her g-spot. Erica found enough strength to rock with him, grinding back against him, the lovers moving together in the most intimate, sensual dance. Roman groaned with pleasure when he felt her incredibly tight pussy pulling on his cock. It was almost difficult for him to continue thrusting inside of her, but her warm slickness eased the way for him. His hand left her breast and slid down her sweat-slick body to play with her clit, dragging her weak body over the edge.

"Unnnnhhhh..." Erica moaned out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Roman moaned with her, his soft lips trailing wet, frenzied kisses along her throat as his balls tightened, craving fresh release. "Come, baby girl, come for Daddy," he whispered shakily.

His wish was her command. Her body went limp as she detonated one more time, creaming all over his dick in the process. Roman let his head fall forward, his groan muffled against her throat as he came hard, smearing his warm cum all up in her walls. Erica murmured incoherently as she felt him pulse inside of her, giving her everything he had like he always did. When it was all over, he grabbed hold of her hair and planted yet another searing kiss on her lips, before releasing her to collapse on the mattress. Admiring her thoroughly fucked disposition, he massaged her backside tenderly before slowly easing the plug out of her, watching her wince from the pain. Running a hand over the back of her head, he brought her face to face with his groin. "Suck all this shit off my cock," he ordered.

Erica licked her lips at the sight of his thick member, semi-erect and slathered in a milky cocktail of her juices and his semen. Grasping it obediently, she lowered her mouth onto it, moaning softly at the taste of herself on him. Roman looked on with a bite of his lip, stroking her hair as she licked him clean. Afterwards, he lay on his side and pulled her into his chest. Erica sighed happily as he kissed her gently, soothing all her pain away. This feeling right here was the reason she could never let him go. Their connection was too deep, too special. No man had ever made her feel like this and she didn't want to lose it; the high of having him, the euphoria of belonging to him. It was why she was willing to quit today, right now even, and start a new life with him. She needed him to be with her forever, and she wasn't sure she was going to take no for an answer this time.

After what she was about to tell him, she doubted he would say no...not when the life they had created together was done out of the love they shared.

"Baby?" she whispered softly to him, watching him closely.

"Hmm?" Lying flat on his back, his eyes were shut and he was in a state of complete relaxation.

"Look at me," she said, waiting for him to meet her eyes before speaking. She needed him to understand the words coming out of her mouth.

"Roman, I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours."

End of Chapter 22

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Erica's unexpected declaration spelled the beginning of the end of her relationship with Roman. His behavior took a complete 180, having security drag her out of his new apartment, denying all ties to her unborn child and cutting off all communication with her. A distraught Erica terrorized him, stalking his family, poisoning his wife Gaelle and getting him fired from a lucrative film project. It all came to a head when Erica took Gaelle hostage in Roman's vacation home where he had fled to escape her rampage. She forced him at gunpoint to have sex with her in his marital bed while his wife watched, but died when he deliberately strangled her in the middle of her orgasm. It also turned out that Erica was never pregnant, and the positive test she'd shown Roman belonged to her friend and fellow escort, Tiffany. Erica's story made headline news all around the world. It was an incredibly shocking end and it worked well with the dramatic plot of the story.

You were glad for the artistic license, and though what really happened with you was less chaotic, it was not any less heart wrenching. You never even got to break the news to Joe. In fact, he was gone from your bed before the crack of dawn, vanished like a thief in the night. Never returned your calls or messages until three days later, when you received a text message from him that put your heart in a blender.

Nicole and I have decided to work things out. For good this time. I hope you understand. Thanks for always being there for me. Take care of yourself. ❤

How you recovered from that blow, you would never know. How you dug yourself out of the hole of darkness he dumped you in was still a mystery to you sometimes. It really was a testament to your mental strength, because not many people would have survived the unimaginable pain he inflicted on you. The sinister side of you wished you had been brave enough to do exactly what Erica did, to take out your rage on him and make him hurt like he hurt you. But instead you redirected that energy to your work, pouring every second of your anguish into the book. It took a long time for you to get to this point of fulfillment and success in your life, and the book had been your therapy. Now, you were at least making good money from your pain and it softened the blow a little bit.

When you thought about Joe these days, it wasn't with as much resentment. It seemed he had a few problems of his own anyway, as his beloved Nicole was reportedly threatening to upgrade their separation to a divorce and take his kids with her. How the tables turned. Nonetheless, you wished him the best. You still had love for him. You would always miss him. He changed your life, and there was no doubt that you would forever carry him with what was left of your heart.

"Mama?"

You heard her little voice before you heard the shuffle of her tiny feet. Quickly placing the wine glass in the sink, you turned as the love of your life came into view, her favorite blanket dragging behind her as she searched the room for you.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping, little lady?" you asked, fighting back a big smile to look as serious as possible. She was in her "I wanna stay up late" phase and you couldn't afford to fold, not this time at least.

Her little dual Afro puffs jiggled as she rubbed her hand over her eyes, "Come sweep with me, Mama," she pleaded, staring up at you with her big, expressive brown eyes and a pout that was the spitting image of her famous father. She was starting to look so much like him.

Your heart swelled as she padded over to you with her arms outstretched. You lifted her up and held her small body tightly, absorbing her innocence and unconditional love. She smelled so fresh and delicate, like roses, sunshine and baby powder. Her scent has filled your life with joy and purpose since the day you brought her into this world two years ago.

And to think you had almost taken those pills to snuff out this beautiful life in a fleeting moment of weakness. Now, you would give your own life to protect hers without question. Always.

"Okay, kiddo, let's get you back to bed," you cooed softly, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Read me a stowy, Mama?"

"Of course, baby."

As you retreated to your daughter's bedroom, your phone vibrated beside your MacBook. Three letters you had not seen in years flashed on the Home Screen, cutting through the empty room and calling out to you.

❤️Joe❤️

THE END

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BYE BITCH

By Erica

Edited by Evie Hyde

This is the story of a bitch called Britney and how not only her life, but the lives of several people would change forever one fateful day.

See her now as she stands at her mirror. See her and know her darkest thoughts…

******

The locket looked like any other. There was nothing remarkable about it, but it held power as old as your family bloodline, a power you would soon make use of.

You stood looking in the mirror, an image of feminine perfection staring back at you. You were a hot busty blonde slut and perfect in every way. Long luscious legs, soft bronzed skin, silky hair and bitchy nails. Your tits were bigger and better than other women, your cleavage magnetic and your tight pussy the wet dream of every man.

Your superior genes had bred a perfect alpha bitch with an inflated narcissistic personality. You loved every inch of your body, and you were always supremely confident, but now your hands were shaking.

After all - who would willingly give up this body and this power?

What you were about to do was born of terrible desperation. Nobody was going to threaten your position of power, so soon these wonderful feminine features would be gone, albeit temporarily. This was your last look at yourself before you did what must be done.

You were hesitant, apprehensive even with your sexy hands shaking as you opened the locket. As it popped open, you could feel a mystical force pull on your very being. It was a sensation unlike any you had ever felt before. And now the pain began. You groaned as your big tits began deflating, your best feature shrinking away to nothing. It felt terrible and you had done this to yourself. You only hoped you were doing the right thing.

Next your long blonde hair began turning brunette and receding back into your scalp till you were left with short boring hair. It itched and you missed the feeling of superiority your blonde locks gave you.

You hissed as your bones began cracking and breaking and as you grew slightly taller, your flawless skin began to develop acne. You felt a tear run down your face. You hated how this felt.

Next your vision blurred as your perfect blue eyes changed colour and you lost your perfect visual acumen. From now on you would need corrective lenses in this new nerdy form.

The slutty piercing in your navel dropped out as did your hooped earrings and as you gained weight you were now not only nerdy but chubby too. God you hated this body, it repulsed you but the worst part was still to come.

You felt a pulling sensation in your clit and once more you lost a piercing you liked. Your slutty clit piercing fell out leaving your pussy bare, but soon that slit began to close as a tiny cock and pathetic balls grew in its place. The kind of cock and balls you would have once bullied and mocked.

Sticking out your tongue you removed your piercing there, watching as the hole closed instantly as your white perfect teeth turned dull and crooked.

Kicking off your slutty white heels and wiggling out of your tiny denim shorts and designer top; you carefully placed your clothing and piercings into a ruck-sac. Now naked you could see just how pathetic your new body was.

You were now very much a boy and not the kind you were attracted to - a stud who you would love to rail - but a pathetic loser, a nerdy useless piece of worthless male flesh. God, you wished you were a hot blonde bitch again.

The pain ended as the last of your beauty and sexiness was sucked away. It left you feeling weak and unconfident. Even the way you stood was now unsure and ungainly. You felt so awkward in this new fat body. Your usual domineering hand gestures and bitchy looks replaced by a anxious frown - you had become everything you hated.

The locket in your hands slammed shut, safely locking your essence inside where it would remain until you needed it. You looked down, the innocent locket now contained everything that was you. Every drop of pure feminine bitchiness was inside. You could almost feel it fighting to get out, but for now you were a nerd and this body would serve your purposes well.

As hot and as perfectly bitchy you were before - that body was useless in this particular endeavour. How those useless nerds in the science club had managed to resist your feminine wiles was beyond your understanding, but for some reasons those sub-human sacks of pathetic male flesh had resisted you. But they would never best you now, not now you were one of them. Well - for now at least.

Elixir! that's what they called their miracle formula, a pink serum that would transform those nerds into Alpha bitches. Imagining them turning into girls like you made your stomach heave. It was laughable and there was no way you were going to let them win the day and join you at the top of the pyramid. There was only one immutable fact - bitches are born not created. They could never join you, it was against the laws of nature and bitchiness. That was why you had to stop them.

The plan was simple. Having failed to seduce one of their number (the fool) you would now become one of them. Infiltrating their little group of losers would be childs-play. All that remained was to find the formula and destroy it, ensuring they kept their place as pathetic nerds and your position as an Alpha was unassailable, allowing you to continue dominating the school as a total bitch.

Your feminine clothes safely stored in the ruck-sac, you began to dress as a boy for the first time. Ugly white Y front, underpants, dorky grey trousers and a white shirt with a tie. You hated how this stuff looked. Fortunately you'd guessed you might need glasses - and bought a pair from a local shop. The prescription wasn't perfect - but good enough that you could see a little better.

You safely stashed the locket in your trouser pocket. It would look out of place around your neck, besides knowing the way nerds are treated at your school, one of the jocks might snatch it from your neck and play keep away with it. The risk of that was far too great.

It was time to go to school…

********

It felt so weird walking the halls of school without people looking at you with desire. Instead they barely even gave you a second glance and those that did, looked at you like you were something they stepped in; a look you usually reserved for the plebs yourself. Now… here… you were one of them.

This body felt so alien to you and not having your big tits made you body feel so off balance. How do these nerds manage with such a tiny baby carrot dick hanging between their legs instead of a constantly needy slit? Not feeling the usual urge to get fucked was a bit strange, but now as a boy you felt nothing.

A short walk down the hall and you found yourself outside the science room. Normally you woudn’t be seen dead in there, although you did smile as you remembered that time you fucked Professor Green on one of the science benches. Mmmmh, taking his big cock was the best ‘A’ you ever had to work for.

Entering the science room you could see the group of nerds busy beavering away on their Elixir. You couldn't help but smirk as the genius of your evil plan to ensure they never knew the pleasures of being a woman took fruit in your mind. Imagine these losers not even wanting to fuck you in your true form,? They would never do better than you. You even doubted their Elixir would make them as fuckable as you, but it was a risk you weren't willing to accept.

The nerds didn't even look up from their papers and test tubes, perhaps because now you looked as bland and pathetic as them. Part of you was still annoyed at these losers for not wanting to fuck you - it would have saved you the trouble of having to become one of them and maybe even been fun.

There were four nerds all huddled together muttering something about stabilising the oestrogen markers. You may have had the body of a nerd but you didn't have their mind and you understood nothing of their research. It didn't matter - you weren't here to help, only hinder.

You decided to be subtle and indulge in a bit of small talk to help lower their guard. It was difficult trying to strike up a conversation and making you sound like one of them, but deviousness was second nature to you, even slumming it in this body.

If these losers had any idea of your true intentions they probably would have left, but they only looked at you and nodded a polite greeting before carrying on with what they were doing. This was going to be a piece of piss.

You could see them rapidly scrawling notes in a large notepad - it must be the Elixir formula. Now all you needed to do was destroy that book and all the samples in the test tubes. It was time to act like a bit of a klutz.

"Excuse me can I just get one of those?" You pointed across the workbench to an empty test tube; your nerdy masculine voice sounded so weird and you instantly hated how servile you sounded. Thankfully it wouldn't be long before your work here was done you could open the locket and get your beloved body back.

"Sure" replied one of the nerds as he reached over the bench with a test tube in his hand.

"Thanks,” you replied, and as you reached out to take the tube from him you purposely jerked your elbow to knock and spill a flask of chemicals. It toppled and smashed and the nerds leapt back as chemicals poured over the notes on the table, hopefully dashing their hopes at womanhood.

"Oh I'm so sorry,” you gasped, intending it to sound patronising and full of venomous intent - but it came out as sincere and apologetic instead. God this body was pathetic, you couldn't even sound triumphant in your actual moment of glory.

"Don't worry, we still have the samples,” panted one of their number as he quickly grabbed the notepad to salvage what he could of the dripping mess.

Another nerd jumped up to help start cleaning the mess. As the other dropped the note book into a plastic bag, you coud see the spillage had made the notes barely legible - perfect!

It was then you made your second move. You couldn't allow these ‘samples' to cause an issue. Pretending to help clean up the mess, you deliberately knocked over more cylinders and test tubes - the ones most likely containing the brewing Elixir. The other nerds watched in horror as glass smashed and chemicals splashed onto the floor.

You wanted to laugh triumphantly, you had done it. Now all you needed to do was get the fuck yout of here and return to your true form.

"Oh i'm so sorry how clumsy of me," you whined as the nerds shouted in horror and panic set in as they tried to salvage what was left o fthe experiment. Turning you began to run away hoping to use the confusion as cover for your escape.

Unfortunately as you fled, your pathetic new clumsy body betrayed you and you slipped on a some of the chemicals on the floor. As you stumbled and crashed against another table, you failed to notice the precious locket fall from your pocket and clatter onto the floor.

Recovering your balance, you staggered out of the room - the gleaming locket now in the middle of the room where anyone could find it.

"Hey, where is that guy going?” one of the nerds shouted after you as he noted your exit. “That's the guy who trashed our experiment. Something isn't right here and he just dropped something.”

Spotting the locket, the nerd picked it up and examined the beautiful gold. Weird…. he thought holding the small gold locket in his hand.

"You guys try to fix this mess. I'm going to go after that new guy and find out what is going on. This locket loves valuable and he better tell us what he is up to or he isn't getting this back.”

Little did the nerd know JUST how valuable it was. He now held the greatest treasure of all, all of your very feminine essence. He was in possession of distilled pure, feminine, bitchiness.

Leaving the science room the nerd tried to follow you but there was no trace of where you went. He slowly walked the hall, his prize clutched in his hand, little knowing the power he now possessed or unsure of how important it would play in his future life and yours...

*****

It had been easy to slip into the girls restroom and luckily there was no one else inside. The ruck-sac containing your girl clothes was safely stored in a roof panel above a stall and now all you had to turn was turn back and put them on and no one would ever know what you had done.

You couldn't wait to wear expenaive silk panties again and feel powerful and sexy in your ‘fuck me’ heels. You couldn't wait to become Britney. You had already laid your slutty girls clothes, piercings and makeup kit on the bench ready to begin when you realised the problem.

The locket had gone.

"No this can't be happening! Where the fuck is it? I cant have lost it, I can't. Noooo Ii don't want to be a boy. I can't become a loser like this” you hyperventilated, the panic setting in.

Then remembering who you were, you slowed your breathing and forced yourself to calm down.

You had to find that locket but you had to be calm. You must have dropped it when you fell over. You just needed to go back to the lab and get it.

Everything was going to be okay. Leaving your clothes and makeup out, you turned and began walking back to the science lab.

Nothing was going to stop you becoming Britney again.

***

The nerd from the science lab didn't know what instinct had made him duck into a doorway when he heard the girls washroom open. Now he watched from the shadows as the strange boy from earlier marched back the way they had come.

What had he been doing in the girls washroom?

Deciding to investigate, he entered and frowned at the clothing and girls stuff he found inside. Feeling slightly nervous about being in the girls washroom he stroked the metal casing of the locket he had found and shivered as a strange thrill ran through his entire body.

Then he seemed to hear a voice.

Open me you fool. Release me and receive my majesty. Become a bitch, become me, become Britney. I need a body, I need to dominate, fuck and control. Let me into you… let me BECOME you.

The nerd frowned, turning his attention to the locket in his hand. He saw there was a catch that would open it and a sudden desire to do so flowed into him.

Yes. That's it. I need to exist. Let me flow into you and make you better. Let me pump you full of my sluttiness.Open me you loser, release me at once! Let me inside you!

Weird! That sounded just like Britney's voice coming from the locket?

Mmmmh big tits, tight pussy, firm ass. Cum, big cocks, fashion, makeup, bullying. You want me inside you. Let me make you into Britney. I must be free.

The nerds thumb found the catch and for some reason his dick got hard as he pushed the catch. The voice in his head was whispering such dirty things, it was so hot.

With a satisfying click the locket popped open in his hands and a brilliant light filled the room.

Pink energy escaped the locket coiling round his body flowed up to his mouth and nostrils. Like a big thick black cock in a snowbunnies mouth, it slid into his throat and pumped down… making him gulp and moan in pleasure as the evil pink power flowed eagerly into his weak body.

*glug glug glug* mmmmmhhhhppphhhh.

The last of the energy flowed into the nerd and the locket fell to the floor as his body twitched and pink light blazed from his eyes. All of Britney's bitchiness had now flowed into his body and now it was changing him.

"Oh fuck yesssss this feels amazing, I dont know what's happening but I fucking love it! Mmmmh oh God yess, I can feel it mmmmh changing me. Ahhhh fuck, what is this delicious power?”

The nerd moaned his voice rising several octaves and transforming into a bitchy slutty whine as his tore at his clothing and groaned as his bones popped and cracked.

His skin rippled and it became soft and smooth. Blonde streaks began to shine through his hair and his ass pushed out with a satisfying clap as he smacked it and moaned.

"Yess, my ass feels so fucking good. I mmmmh love my fucking bitchy ass. I want a big thick cock in my butt right NOW. Ohhh fuck what am I saying?” he moaned, ripping off his shirt in time to see his tiny chest begin swell as Britneys big perfect tits began to form.

Fondling a growing breast with one hand the nerd saw his nails lengthen into perfect manicured French tips, whilst the other hand was vigorously jerking his tiny nerd dicklet to the sensations of his growing bitchification. It felt so fucking good.

His once flat chest was now swollen with growing tit flesh. Bigger and bigger his boobs swelled up, the nipples hard as his massive white milkers got bigger and bigger on his slender chest. A-Cup expanded to C-Cup, then with a final push of his chest and a groan of pleasure Britney's Double-D's flopped out and he giggled madly in his new slutty voice.

“Ohhhh yes, hello girls. Mmmmh you feel so fucking good. Can't wait to get a thick cock between you… so fucking hawt!”

The nerd's short hair lengthened and his eyelashes thickened. Bitchy blonde hair now hung down his back down to his slutty ass and he swirled it away from his beautiful face with an easy feminine gesture.

He knew who he was becoming now and it felt sooooo good. As empty piercings appeared in his tongue, ears, navel and crotch - he knew exactly whose body this was.

"Mmmmhh fuck yes. I'm becoming her. I'm becoming that bitch Britney. Mmmmh ohhhhh yessss! That's it. Give me Britneys big tits and fuck yess her pussy too.”

With a grunt he jerked his waist and screamed in pleasure as his hips pushed out and his internal organs rearranged themselves nicely. His useless dick began to retract and a tight pink hairless slit started to open between his silky smooth thighs.

Britney's delicious pussy was going to be all HIS. He squealed in Britneys hot voice as he felt his nerdy cock shrink between his masturbating manicured fingers and form into her clit. Already dripping wet and permanently horny, Brtneys tight slutty pussy opened in its place his fingers sliding inside his newfound womanhood.

“Mmmh take it all. Make me hot, blonde and bitchy. Make me into Britney. Hahah who needs the Elixir? Those other fools have no idea how good this feels. I’m a fucking bitch and I LOVE it.”

Something was happening. Some of Britney's personality and a few of her memories were sinking into his head. They replaced the memories he already had and left a hunger for more. A hunger to absorb everything that was Britney.

The nerd knew he was no longer who he had been. His old identity no longer mattered. He WAS Britney now.

Scooping up the locket, vague memories about it's powers floating in HER mind, the new bitch ripped off her former clothing to stand naked in front of the mirror.

Flicking back long blonde hair, Britney licked her perfect lips and gazed into her own cold blue eyes

"Oh fuck what a rush that was incredible. Mmmmh fuck me, I need a cock in me and quick. Transforming turned me on so fucking much.”

Looking down at the clothes and makeup, Britney cursed that she didn't know how to wear them or do her makeup.

She wanted more. She wanted to be a true Alpha bitch, but the locket had only given her the bitchiness and urges of the real Britney.

Then she heard the door behind her open and she turned with a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

****

Finding the locket was gone and the nerds were missing one of their own made you shudder in fear. They were still trying to clean up and you eaves-dropped unnoticed in the corridor.

The little bastard must have found the locket and gone after you. Slinking away you realised he could be anywhere by now. You needed to get back to the girls washroom, recover your other stuff - then you'd have to search for him.

He might have the locket, but he didn't know what it was or what it could do. You were sure you could retrieve it before anything bad happened.

But when you re-entered the girls bathroom, it was to find the worst had already happened and you were already too late.

“Hello loser,” purred the naked Goddess by the mirror. She was evidently admiring her perfect body and was unashamedly naked - except for the locket around her neck. “Boys aren't allowed inside the girls washroom.”

“No! That body is mine. Put my essence back in the locket so I can return to normal,” you gasped. “I'm Britney and you better…

“Shut up loser. I'M Britney now and if you think I'm giving you back this power you must be insane. This is even better than what we had planned with the Elixir. There's only one more thing I need from you loser.”

Advancing towards you, Britney darted forward and you yelled in pain as she gripped your head in her hands. You felt manicured nails scratching your skin as she tightened her grip. The locket around her neck began to glow.

You felt yourself being drained again, but this time not of your bitchiness or your hot body. To your horror it was your memories.

“Ohhhh fuck yes, give me your memories loser. I am going to fucking replace you! Mmmmh soon I will know all about how to be you. Make me INTO you, give it all to me you fucking simp.”

You felt it all being sucked out of your head. The names of your bitchy friends, your skills at doing makeup, the secret blackmail material you had on nearly everyone at school.

Social media passwords and personal knowledge flowed out of your head into hers. Now she knew how to impersonate you perfectly. Every mannerism, every subtle intonation of how you talked and walked. She was taking it all.

Next came your extensive sexual memories. The memories of the boys and girls you'd fucked. Hot memories of big black cock, blowjobs, tit-wanks and anal fucking. Memories of bouncing on your best friends Dad's dick and screaming in pleasure later as he unloaded on your pretty face at her sleepover. You knew how to make them all yours. Men were your toys and girls your victims to bully.

But not anymore.

“Fuccccck yessss. Mmmh all these perverted dirty memories are mmmh changing me more. Fucking transform me baby!”

Britney moaned her eyes rolling back in her head. Her posture changed, she now stood exactly as you would have done. Her lips twisted into a familiar slutty pout and her voice became even more bratty and petulant.

“Like OMG - I have it all now bitch. All your like totally delicious memories are MINE.”

Pushing you back to the floor with a cruel giggle, every memory drained from your head, she swayed over to the counter. You were so sick and weak after the drain you could only lie there and watch as she began to get dressed.

“Mmmmh I love the feeling of these designer silk panties,” she giggled wiggling into them and snapping them tight. Pulling on her black top she pulled her denim shorts up and sighed happily at the tight fit.

Tying up her hair in a bitchy blonde ponytail she began to do her makeup. Soon she had glossy pink lips, contoured features and long black lashes. She looked so fucking hot.

Sliding her piercings back to where they belonged, she stuck her pierced tongue out at you. “I like can't wait to suck off a boy with this in my mouth.”

Spraying herself with perfume she picked up your handbag and phone and causally unlocked it. “Think I'll like update my status to ‘feeling like super bitchy today.’”

“Nooo please. Don't do this,” you groaned as she slid her perfect feet into the strappy white heels and with a clop turned to face you.

“Do what loser? I am Britney the Queen Bitch and I do whatever the fuck I like. Now I think I'll go pay one of my fuck-buddies a visit. I am SO horny for cock. I have all these delicious memories but it's time to experience it for myself.”

Laughing she strode past you and looked down with a remorseless smile.

“Thanks for the body loser. I feel so good now and this power is all mine. I'm gonna love being you.”

Opening the door she glanced back one final time.

“Bye bitch…”

She was Britney the spoiled slut now and you were nothing.

END OF PART 1

Thanks to my bestie Erica for writing this and letting me edit it. Hope you all enjoy.

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