Paradise Sands: a 2186 Story
Copyright© 2025 by EveryDenial
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - This story takes place in the "Edge of Obidience" Universe, which I am naming the 2186 universe. This story follows Naomi, A young girl who works at Pleasure Sands. Each night after her shift, her boyfriend takes advantage of her career choice, pushing himself on her for one more round. Naomi can only take so much before she breaks, as her trust in people goes up and down like a roller coaster. This was intended to be 10 chapters, but I think it ended at a good spot.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft Rape Interracial Black Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Public Sex Small Breasts Prostitution
Naomi sat at Ava’s tiny kitchen table, hunched over a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. She hadn’t really slept, her dreams were thin, full of half-remembered voices and restless tossing, but at least she hadn’t woken up in fear. Sunlight pressed stripes through the blinds, and the sound of a distant siren echoed through the narrow street outside. The clock on the stove blinked a soft 7:28, the numbers glowing orange.
She was halfway through forcing herself to swallow another mouthful when the bedroom door creaked open. Ava walked out, blinking against the morning light, every bit as unconcerned and naked as a housecat. Her pale blonde hair was loose, tumbling in a tangled mass of curls down her back. Her green eyes were sharp, even with sleep still clinging to her lashes. Her posture was flawless, the muscles of her slim, toned body carrying her across the room with a dancer’s casual grace.
Ava didn’t even flinch when she saw Naomi at the table, if anything, she smiled, stretching her arms over her head, spine crackling.
“Oh, hey. Forgot I had company. Hope you don’t mind the view! Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”
“You’re fine.” Naomi managed a tired smile. “Honestly, even being naked you look more put together than I do right now.”
Ava grinned, completely unselfconscious, and padded to the fridge, pulling it open. She surveyed the contents, bending over and rummaging around, the curve of her ass and the pink of her pussy visible between her legs.
“Want anything? I’ve got ... leftover pizza, a sad-looking yogurt, and some mystery fruit that’s probably older than either of us somehow.”
Naomi shook her head, laughing softly for the first time in what felt like days.
“Coffee’s fine. I couldn’t sleep, so I already had two cups. I can make more if you want any?”
“Nah, thanks though.” Ava straightened up and grabbed the milk from the fridge, then a box of cereal from the cabinet. “I’m good with this.” She gave the milk a gentle shake. “Did you want some cereal?”
“I’m okay. I’m not really hungry.”
“Suit yourself. So, how was the spare bed?” Ava asked, pouring cereal into a bowl. “Hope it was comfortable.”
“It was soft.” Naomi shrugged, tracing her finger around the rim of her mug. “Felt weird not having to brace myself for someone crawling in beside me, you know?”
“Yeah. I get it.” Ava’s expression softened, milk sloshing just shy of the cereal. Then she perched on a stool, pulling her legs up beneath her, her small, firm breasts swaying gently as she sat.
Naomi glanced over at her, studying her face, the way her eyes were fixed somewhere in the distance.
“Honestly, you get used to the quiet,” Ava said, spooning cereal into her mouth. “At first it feels unnatural. But then it’s nice. You start noticing stupid things, like the sound of the radiator or birds outside. Little reminders you’re not on anyone else’s schedule.”
Naomi looked down, suddenly aware of the small hush in the apartment. The ticking of the clock, the muffled sound of someone talking on the street, the light hum of Ava’s fridge.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” Naomi said quietly, almost embarrassed by the sincerity in her own voice. “I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t ... I mean, I guess the motel wasn’t...”
“Please.” Ava smiled, warm and real, leaning forward to nudge Naomi’s arm with her knuckles. “I wasn’t about to let you go sleep in a supply closet at work or anything. Besides, I always wanted a roommate who makes my coffee for me before I wake up. Even if I don’t drink the stuff”
Naomi smirked, the smallest hint of relief trickling through her chest.
“Just wait until I use the last of your shampoo. Then you’ll regret it.”
Ava laughed, mouth full of cereal, and the kitchen filled with the kind of easy, morning light that made even the roughest start seem a little more hopeful.
Ava eyed Naomi’s oversized shirt, lips curling into a mischievous grin as she swallowed her next spoonful of cereal.
“So, did you always wear these massive shirts to bed, or is this just a special ‘guest in the apartment’ look?”
Naomi looked down, tugging at the hem of the faded, knee-length tee that nearly swallowed her frame.
“I used to walk around my old place in just a tank and underwear sometimes, but this felt more appropriate for a first night over at a friend’s house. Or a co-worker’s. Or whatever we are. Do you even wear clothes? Like, ever?”
“Of course I do!” Ava grinned, tossing a loose lock of blonde hair behind her shoulder. “And don’t be an idiot, of course we’re friends. We work together, we drink together, we gossip together, and now, look at us, we’re living together. Even if it’s just for now. So stop hiding behind that old grandma shirt and pretending you’re a stranger in my home. If you’re here, you’re naked. Unless you’re going out.”
Naomi rolled her eyes, a real laugh escaping as she obliged, tugging the oversized shirt up and over her head. The fabric slipped off, exposing her small breasts to the morning air, nipples already hard in the chilly morning air. She caught Ava’s appreciative glance and felt a small, secret thrill ripple through her, enjoying the unfiltered attention for once.
“That’s better.” Ava grinned. “You’re cute, you know. Even without all the makeup. That dark skin and those yellow eyes. Seriously, it’s not even fair.”
“Thanks.” Naomi grinned, relaxing a little, letting herself sit tall in her bare skin. “I get the ‘exotic’ thing a lot, especially at work. A black girl in a pink bikini apparently drives men crazy. Sometimes I love it ... but sometimes I wish they’d look past it, you know?”
“I get it...” Ava giggled. “My family comes from Sweden, thus the pale skin, bleach blonde hair, blue eyes. That’s my heritage, all the way. Guys at work love the pale look on the beach, like a girl who’s never seen the sun. Makes them feel like they’re defiling me or something. I have no idea why.”
“Because men are stupid.” Naomi rolled her eyes, smiling.
“I mean, obviously.” Ava nodded, raising her bowl to toast Naomi. “But hey, sometimes it’s nice to be noticed, even if it’s for something dumb like skin color. Makes you feel powerful, at least for a little while.”
Naomi drew her knees up on the chair, arms draped across them, her body finally relaxing.
“Yeah. I like the way I look. I’m proud of it. But ... it’s not all I am.”
“Exactly.” Ava smiled, taking a long sip of her milk. “Same here. You’re not just the ‘black baddie with killer eyes.’ And I’m not just the ‘pale Swedish bitch.’ We’re complicated. We’re more than our looks. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that too.”
Naomi laughed, a genuine, soft laugh that made her belly ache, and felt a rush of gratitude towards this girl she barely knew, but had already helped her more than anyone else in the past 24 hours.
Ava stretched, setting her empty bowl in the sink and turning back to Naomi with a lazy, mischievous grin.
“Alright, I’m going to take a shower and get myself off. I always need a little morning recharge, you know? Helps me reset my brain before I have to deal with the world.”
She winked, entirely unbothered, and sauntered toward the bathroom, her ass swaying. Naomi couldn’t help but admire her lithe body, her toned muscles, her graceful stride. She didn’t even bother to close the door all the way behind her.
“Make yourself at home,” she called over her shoulder. “Seriously, eat whatever, use whatever, try on my shoes if you want. I’ll be quick. Unless I’m not.”
Naomi laughed, shaking her head in disbelief at how comfortable Ava was in her own skin.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
“You better believe it. Welcome to Casa Ava, where oversharing and casual nudity are encouraged.”
Naomi heard the hiss of water against tile, the soft splash as Ava stepped beneath the spray. She closed her eyes, listening, enjoying the quiet, the distant sounds of traffic. For a moment, her thoughts were calm. Then she heard a soft moan, a moan she was used to hearing at work. But here, it was different. Here, there was no script. There was no role, no character to play. It was simply Ava, moaning in her own shower.
Naomi realized, a little guiltily, that she was picturing Ava naked in the shower, her body glistening, water beading on her small breasts, running over her taut stomach, and dripping down her slender legs. She pictured her pale skin, her blonde hair wet and tangled, her hands exploring her own body, fingertips brushing against her clit, the other hand teasing her nipples.
Naomi felt a warmth spreading through her, a heat rising between her legs. She quickly pressed her thighs together and shifted on her seat, trying to ignore the sensation. She quickly stood up and made her way back to her room, closing the door behind her. She sat on the bed and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
She had never been with a woman before. Never even considered it. But the image of Ava in the shower, her fingers slipping inside her pussy, the sound of her moans echoing off the tile ... Naomi couldn’t get the image out of her mind. She could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. But her body was aching, her skin hot, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Then the moaning stopped. And the shower turned off.
Naomi let out a shaky laugh, running a hand over her face, half embarrassed, half amused by herself.
“Seriously? Get a grip, girl,” she muttered under her breath, as if scolding her own body. She flopped back on the bed, letting her head hit the pillow, legs sprawled.
It was ridiculous. She’d heard Ava, and every other girl at Paradise Sands, moan a million times, faking pleasure for clients, or doing it for real. It had never done anything for her. She could walk through a locker room with a dozen naked women laughing, flirting, and playing with each other, and all she ever felt was amused, maybe a little jealous of their energy. Never turned on. Not really.
But this was different. She hadn’t expected the realness of it, the honesty, the way the sound slipped through the apartment and wrapped around her. Maybe it was the intimacy, or just how raw and unfiltered it all felt. Maybe it was just the first time in ages she felt safe enough to even notice her own body responding to something, anything, without fear in her own space.
“Get it together, Naomi.” She grinned at the ceiling, rolling her eyes at herself. “You don’t even like women that way. It was just the heat of the moment. Nothing more.”
She pushed the thought aside and sat up, stretched, and decided to busy herself with something mundane—finding fresh clothes, brushing her teeth, making the bed—anything to quiet her nerves and keep her mind from wandering back to the sound of Ava’s moans, echoing like some secret invitation she’d pretend she hadn’t heard.
A few weeks later, Naomi barely remembered those awkward first days in Ava’s apartment. The city was hot, the streets were busy, and life had settled into a new, surprisingly comfortable routine. Most days blurred together—work, home, laughter with Ava, late-night ramen in their underwear, gossip in the kitchen, sleep. If her mind ever wandered back to that morning, to Ava’s moans or the odd spark she’d felt, Naomi could laugh it off now. They were friends, roommates, survivors. Maybe she was just lonely, maybe she was just ... adjusting. Either way, she’d convinced herself it didn’t matter.
Tonight, Naomi was at work, perched on the edge of a towel in Section Four, her feet buried in the warm sand. The dome was mostly dark now, the simulated sky outside the glass ceiling glowing a deep indigo as the artificial stars came on, one by one. Most of the clients had already drifted out to waiting cabs, and the sounds of sex and laughter in the background had faded to low, tired murmurs.
She was with her last client of the night. A regular, she didn’t mind working extra for. He was polite, middle-aged, always generous with tips, and never rough. He lay back on the towel, half propped on his elbows, watching her with a lazy, satisfied smile.
Naomi’s skin still glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and saltwater, her pink bikini askew in all the right ways. Her thighs ached pleasantly from a long shift of straddling laps and performing for strangers, but her mood was lighter than it had been in months. She chatted easily with the man, her laughter soft and genuine, her hand tracing light patterns on his chest as she let herself relax into the rhythm of the job.
“Long day?” he asked, tracing his fingers along her hip.
“Always.” She nodded, giving him a playful pout. “You picked a good night. I’m tired, but I save the best for last.”
“I could watch you ride me all night, Naomi. You always look happiest here, you know that?”
“Maybe I am. Beats waitressing, anyway.” She tossed her hair back, rolling her eyes with a smirk.
She let him kiss her, slow and deep, and settled onto his cock, rocking her hips in the practiced, graceful rhythm that had become second nature. Around them, the rest of the club was winding down. Some of the other girls were still working in the shadows, the soft slap of bodies and the muted sighs of pleasure blending with the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore.
Naomi moved with the ease of muscle memory, her body singing with fatigue and pleasure. She let herself be present. Here, now, warm and wanted, the night almost over. Soon, she’d head home to Ava and their little apartment that was starting to feel almost like home. But for now, she gave the man beneath her the last of her energy, working him to a slow, grateful climax as the stars above brightened and the world inside the dome quietly spun down for the night.
Naomi’s hips rocked steadily, the smooth friction building heat between them, every movement calibrated to tease and please. She felt the weight of his hands on her hips, guiding her, steadying her as her body responded to the slow, steady rise of pleasure coiling in her core. The man’s breath grew ragged, mingling with her own soft moans that slipped past lips slightly parted.
Her breasts bounced gently with each roll, nipples dancing in the cool air, sending sharp sparks of sensation that made her back arch without thought. The salty sea air mixed with the scent of sweat and skin, the waves lapping quietly nearby as the rhythm deepened, faster now, more insistent.
Naomi closed her eyes, feeling the familiar tightening spreading through her belly, the delicious burn of orgasm building with every pulse and grind. Her hands curled into fists against his chest, clutching as her muscles tensed and shuddered, her body trembling in the aftermath. She rode out the waves of pleasure, breath catching and spilling in gasps, her pussy pulsing around him as he reached his peak.
The man groaned low and deep, his hips thrusting up to meet hers one last time before he spilled inside her, warm and thick, flooding her with the familiar, intimate fullness. She let herself lean forward, pressing her forehead to his chest, riding out the slow fade of ecstasy as the stars twinkled softly overhead and the gentle hum of the dome settled into the night.
Naomi stayed like that for a long moment, letting her breath slow, her heartbeat syncing with the steady rise and fall of the man’s chest. He ran his hands up and down her back in lazy, grateful strokes, his touch gentle, all urgency spent. She felt the heat of his cum inside her, the familiar, messy satisfaction that always marked the end of a satisfied client.
She smiled against his skin, feeling a tired kind of pride. This was her work, her craft, and even on the hardest days, she could leave a client floating, content, and happy to tip big. Eventually, she eased herself upright and slid off his lap, his cock slipping from her with a soft sigh, followed by the warm trickle of his seed. She stretched, her arms high overhead, back arching, her breasts pushed forward, her body on display, every inch a work of art.
“Thank you, Naomi,” he said, his voice a satisfied rumble. “You always make me feel like I’m the only one here.”
She smiled, reaching for her bikini bottom and tugging it back up, smoothing the fabric over her hips.
“That’s because you are.” She gestured around the darkened beach. “The last client of the night, just me and you.”
“See you next week?” He grinned, his eyes sleepy and full of gratitude.
“Of course.” Naomi winked, gathering the last of her things and helping him to his feet.
The man gave her a tired kiss on the cheek and headed for the front lobby, leaving her alone on the dark, quiet beach. She let her shoulders drop, her posture relaxing. The night was over, and the weight of her work was already slipping from her shoulders, replaced by a soft, sleepy contentment.
She turned and made her way across the beach, bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The surf was calm, the sound soothing as the waves rolled gently onto the shore. The water lapped at her ankles, cool and refreshing, the breeze carrying the faint scent of the sea. She walked slowly, enjoying the feel of the sand beneath her feet, the weight of her day finally lifted.
She eventually made her way into the locker room and headed to her cubby. As she entered, she saw Mia and Lexi standing together, both still fully nude. Mia was leaning against her cubby, her small breasts pushed forward, her hips cocked. Lexi stood next to her, their shoulders brushing, the two of them giggling and talking quietly.
Naomi walked into the shower and saw Ava, Jessa, and Vanessa, all naked and talking. Naomi stepped under the stream of water and let it wash over her, washing away the sweat, cum, and sand. The other girls continued their conversation, but Naomi ignored them, letting the water flow over her skin.
Naomi felt a wave of affection wash over her, a sense of belonging. These girls were her friends. They worked together, they drank together, they took care of each other. They were more than coworkers, they were a family. Naomi rinsed the shampoo from her hair and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and headed to her cubby. She could still hear the other girls talking, but she didn’t mind. She knew they were there if she needed them.
Naomi slipped into a fresh bikini and made her way out to the beach bar. She found a stool and settled in, watching the bartender clean glasses and pour drinks. The other girls began to trickle out, one by one, their laughter and conversation filling the space.
Mia and Lexi sat on stools together, their legs touching, their conversation full of gossip and playful teasing. Ava, Jessa, and Vanessa were sitting on a couch, their heads together, sharing secrets and inside jokes. Naomi sipped her drink and listened, enjoying the camaraderie.
Eventually, the conversation turned to work, and the girls began swapping stories about their clients. Mia talked about a guy who wouldn’t stop coming, even after she had begged him to stop. Lexi recounted a man who had tried to get her to give him a handjob while he peed. Ava talked about a client who had paid extra for her to put his whole hand inside her pussy. Which Vanessa followed up with fitting her own hand inside herself, a story which had the girls squealing with laughter.
The girls laughed, exchanging tips and tricks, and the mood was light and playful. Naomi listened, smiling and laughing with the others, enjoying the banter.
Suddenly, Vanessa looked up and caught her eye.
“Oh, Naomi! What about you?”
“Hmm?” Naomi raised an eyebrow.
“Any crazy client stories from today?”
“Well...” Naomi paused, her mind racing.
“I’ll tell you a story about Naomi,” Calvin spoke up, his voice cutting through the group. Everyone turned, their attention shifting to the boss.
“Do tell.” Mia giggled, nudging Vanessa.
“Go on,” Lexi chimed in, raising an eyebrow.
Naomi swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
“This dark beauty here just landed the largest tip I’ve seen all year.”
“What?” Ava blinked, eyes wide.
“No way.” Jessa shook her head.
“Seriously?” Lexi gasped.
“Yep.” Calvin grinned, his eyes fixed on Naomi. “That last guy, the regular? He left a grand tip. All for our lovely Naomi. Guess he liked what he saw.”
“Damn, girl.” Mia whistled, shaking her head.
“That’s amazing!” Vanessa squealed, jumping up and hugging Naomi. “Welcome to the big leagues!”
The girls erupted into excited cheers, the group breaking down into smaller conversations as the excitement settled in. Naomi laughed, still stunned, trying to process the news. She couldn’t believe she’d made so much in a single night.
“Well done, Naomi.” Calvin clapped her on the shoulder, a proud grin on his face. “And that’s why I’ve chosen you to be the one who rides my cock tonight.”
Naomi blushed, but the request was hardly a surprise. It was well known that management at any of the city’s sex clubs were allowed a 100 percent discount once a day. Free rein to use the services of one girl of their choosing, anytime they wanted, on the premises, no questions asked. At Paradise Sands, the only service offered was the full package. Anything a customer wanted, management included.
She wasn’t surprised to be picked; she’d ridden Calvin’s lap a few times before. He wasn’t the kind of manager who used his perk every shift. Some said it was because he was just too nice to take advantage, others whispered it was because he was married, and had an agreement with his wife about what he could and couldn’t do. Either way, he was a good boss, fair, calm, always watching out for the girls.
It was no secret among the staff that Mia, the petite Indian girl with a waterfall of black hair and mischievous eyes, was Calvin’s favorite. The two of them had their own orbit inside the club, always bantering behind the bar or whispering in the corner, calling each other “work husband” and “work wife” with an intimacy that went beyond harmless workplace flirting. Naomi had seen the way Calvin’s gaze lingered just a little longer when Mia passed by, the way he seemed softer around her, more attentive, less guarded.
Some of the girls said it was just a kink for Indian girls, that Calvin’s thing for Mia was pure fetish, a kind of obsession he never bothered to hide. Others whispered that it was more, that they shared some secret understanding, something deeper simmering beneath the surface. Naomi admired their chemistry, how easy and natural it was, but she never pried. Whatever the real story was, it had become one of those unspoken truths everyone danced around, half-jealous, half-amused, all of them wondering if Calvin’s interest was just about Mia’s dark skin and quick tongue, or if there was a hidden romance that none of them were supposed to see.
Every Monday, without fail, Calvin claimed his freebie with Mia. It had become a ritual everyone expected. Sometimes Mia sucked him off, her mouth working him slowly and deeply, her dark hair spilling over his lap. Other times, he’d bend her over and take her ass, rough and possessive, making a show of every gasp and moan. But most of the time, it was just the two of them, bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, Mia’s brown skin glistening under the artificial starlight, Calvin’s hands gripping her hips like he was holding something precious and forbidden.