Dirty Hobby (1 of 2)

Goddess Starla likes her hobbies quiet. Steady hands. Focus sharp enough to split a hair. Jada Sinn busts in like she owns the place, mouth first, manners nowhere. Starla drops what she's doing. Time to school the brat. Jada hits the floor, knees kissing dirt that hasn't been swept in months. Starla's voice is low, cold. Jada stays put, face down, while the old filth coats her skin. Every grain, every stain, pressed into her like a brand. Next comes the pole. Steel, freezing, unyielding. Starla slams Jada's naked body against it, palm on the back of that pretty head, grinding cheekbone to metal until the girl whimpers. No mercy in the grip. Just ownership. Then the real test starts. Jada's told to hold it. No release until Starla says. Legs shaking, breath ragged, every muscle screaming for mercy while her body fights to obey. She nearly folds. Almost drops. Starla watches, eyes hard, letting the edge of pleasure twist into something meaner. Part one ends with Jada still upright, barely, panting against cold steel, waiting for whatever comes next.