Evening shifts are the worst, you think to yourself as you trudge down the street underneath the slowly setting sun. Everything aches. Your phone barely has any juice left in it. You can still hear your manager’s irritating voice ringing in your ears even as you pass into the shadows on the condo next to you. At the very least, the work day is over, and once you’re home, you get to relax. Your tail flicks at the thought, and your feline ears twitch in mild excitement as the idea of m

Keegan nervously knocked on the door to the large flat in front of him. A friend of a friend had offered to “introduce” him to a cute boy he’d been crushing on for a while, but had only given him an address and a time to show up.
He waited in silence for a moment, before the door opened up and he was greeted by a very pleasant sight. Smiling at him through the doorway was a cute blonde boy with shoulder-length blonde hair, dressed in a fishnet tank top, exposing his bare chest

“God, I’m exhausted.” Riley groaned to herself, checking her phone for the time. “Just 20 more minutes and my shift will be done for the day. Maybe I’ll treat myself and buy a pint of ice cream and go watch some trashy movies when I get home...”
Working at a women’s lingerie store had lost its charm for her in a matter of months. The redheaded girl had found it fun at first, but working with snobby, expectant customers was wearing her already-thin patien