Isolated beach. French coast. Campfire crackles low. Salt air thick, heavy with night heat. I’m twenty-something. Daytime me: sharp lawyer in the city, suits and briefs. Night? Secret Heroine unleashed. Eyes lock on him. Fresh-faced eighteen-year-old. Messy hair, cheeky brown…
Avenue Montaigne pulses. High heels click sharp on the sidewalk. I stride tall. Matte skin glows. Jet-black hair sways. Massive black eyes lock targets. Vette hugs my plunging cleavage. Couture stockings. Pointy stilettos. Gucci shades hide smoky gaze. Vermilion lips…
City pulses. Dark alleys swallow me whole. Heart hammers. Med student scrubs tossed aside. Tonight, I morph. Secret Heroine awakens. Adrenaline surges like cheap whiskey. Her ad hooks me: lonely old lady craves chatty girl. Fat pay. I dial. Voice…
Steam fills the air. Thick. Hot. Embracing. I kick the door open like a trucker after a beer. Feel like a man. Missing only the cock between my legs. There she is. Béatrice. Redhead beauty under the shower. Water cascades…