It had been a full week since Stiles walked out of prison, and she was back to living her best slut life. Mornings were spent lounging naked in her tiny apartment, afternoons shopping with money from the last man she seduced, and nights hitting clubs in the sluttiest outfits possible. Tonight she wore the tiniest black dress imaginable — so short it barely covered the bottom of her fat ass, with a plunging neckline that showed off most of her massive tits and thin straps that could snap any second. No bra, no panties. Just pure temptation.

Meanwhile, Derek had been miserable. Every night he lay in his comfortable apartment replaying memories of Stiles’s moans, her tight pussy, the way she called him Daddy. Work felt empty. He missed her filthy mouth and greedy body more than he wanted to admit. On Friday he took off early, checked the prison register for her address, and drove straight to her small apartment building.