Masked Definitions - A. E. Murphy
As always there are so many people I’d like to thank for being amazing and solid influences in my life.
I’ll start by apologising to my readers for the delay in this book’s release. I underestimated how tired I’d be when starting my new job. I’m so sorry and I really hope you find that it was worth the wait. Thank you so much for your patience.
To my partner, Ali. You have worked yourself tirelessly and to the limit to support me in my writing and new job. I don’t know how you do it but I certainly appreciate it.
To my kids for being so strong, helpful and caring. Never do you complain when I can’t do the things you want to do because of work. I love you. I don’t know what I did to be blessed with such amazing spawn.
To Elisia Goodman, thank you for being such a perfect friend and for formatting this book so swiftly. I wish you all the best in your many endeavours.
To Adriana Rizak-Healing, thank you for helping me with this story every step of the way. Without your encouragement I would have scrapped it thousands of words ago. You’re amazing and I can’t imagine life without you.
To Samantha Louise Heaney, thank you for my camel magnet. It’s as if it was made just for me.
To Addi Whillock, you’re insane. Don’t ever change.
Rivka Spicer, as always you are bloody brilliant and you manage to twist my terrible writing into something pretty without complaint. Thank you.
To everybody I met in Essex, I apologise for the after party. That’s what happens when I have too much vodka. I appreciate you all purchasing the penis lollies. They were heavy.
I’m dedicating this one to my readers. It is your continued support that pushes me to test the limits of my imagination and your continued love that gives me the courage necessary to release it all. I really hope you enjoy this one.
“What exactly can you do?” His words echo through my mind over and over again. I can still see his eyes, hungrily scanning me up and down as I pulled my hair bobble from my hair, letting my thick dark waves cascade around my shoulders.
“Everything,” I muttered and my tongue skimmed my lips. My eyes never left his; that’s trick number one. Peer into their soul and make them feel like they’re the only man in the world that you’d act like a whore for. Make them feel like it’s their masculinity and their cock that has you all twisted up inside. Whisper little moans as you rub your body and gaze at them, letting them think that they’re the only person you pleasure yourself over. “I can make you come just by sitting on your lap.”
I showed him and now I’m showering the lingering filth from my body. True to his word he didn’t touch me; he only watched and begged me to let him use my body as his little fuck doll. Those were his words. He called me his whore, his mistress, he asked me if I liked to be dirty… naughty. Which I did and I told him so too.
And then when he released his pleasure onto the inside of his expensive underwear, he gave me the job and cheered that I was going to make him rich.
My new name by night is Masked Enna.
My name by day is Olivia.
“FUCKING NO!” Max yells, throwing his empty can at the box TV only three feet in front of him. “Pass the ball you bunch of skinny legged pricks!”
“You’ve been gambling again.” I frown and