PROLOGUE
Just Call Me Sherry Godmother
•Sherry's POV•

Let me start off by saying, when your life revolves around sex it gets boring pretty fast. Hold the fuck up for just a second, and let me explain. (That goes for you. Yeah YOU!. The one getting ready to tell me to fuck off. Trust me, you really need to stick around for this!)

Now, back to what I was saying. Ah yes! Sex really isn't everything it's chalked up to be.

Still don't believe me? Then answer one question for me.

What did you dream about the most when you were a kid? I'll wait..

I'll bet you whatever you want the word sex never even entered your head. Because, it doesn't matter if you are male or female we all shared the same innocent dreams at one time. With boys it was either wanting an animal, or to fly to the moon. Girls it's either to rule the world, or get married. Even then sex wasn't even in the equation.

No, sex doesn't enter our lives until our teens. But, after that it slowly consumes us. Until sex is all we can think about at any given time of the day. No matter what we are doing, or what's going on around us. And fella's, rest assured that goes for women too!

Right about now I bet many of you are wondering what qualifications I have to be spewing this nonsense. The simple answer is, I don't. Unless you count everyday for the last ten years of my life working in an exclusive sex club in New York City. Along with studying the behaviors, and every little detail of the people who come through the door. And, the first lesson I learned while working at Sinful Delight is sex can NOT, and will NEVER be just enough for a human being.

Don't get me wrong, there was a time when I was just like you. So sex obsessed I thought it meant the same as love. Which lead me to marrying the king of all douchebags (but at the time I thought was the love of my life) at the tender age of nineteen. Followed quickly by running for my life, and divorced as soon as I turned twenty-five. Broken eye socket, three cracked ribs, fractured pelvis, fifty-six stitches holding the wall between my core and ass together, or the hounds of Hell could stop me!

Needless to say, sex, like the rest of my childhood fantasies, quickly became just that, pipe dreams from then on. Reality comes crashing down real fast when you're hiding out on the streets of New York City, and doing almost anything just to eat. Let alone finding clean clothes, a warm shower, or better yet a safe place to lay your head each night.

Thankfully six months later the universe sent me exactly what I needed at the time. Mind you I was anything but grateful for it then. That was the day I met my rock, and secret guardian Angel, Joe Black.

After months of fighting everyday just to survive. I found a set of abandoned warehouses down by the docks that seemed to be free of all the crazies, drug attics, and pimps usually roaming the streets. I made me a small room out of a bunch of cardboard boxes I found in the trash in the corner of the bottom stairwell of the cleanest looking building. With my threadbare blanket I nicked from a homeless shelter, and a backpack full of dirty clothes as a pillow I could make this work.

It wasn't much I'll tell ya, but it was warm, dry, and safe. Most importantly though, it was home. That is until one morning a little more than a week later when it wasn't anymore.

"Hello?" That single growled word from a man's deep baritone voice immediately woke me up, and sitting ramrod straight inside my little shelter.

"Is someone in there?" The deep voice asked before poking something into the sides of my cardboard walls.

My body instantly went into fight or flight mode. I brought my knees up to my chest as silently as possible. Then wrapped my arms around my shins as tightly as I could, and locking my muscles in place so I wouldn't move. A few minutes of silence stretched between us. Giving me the false impression the stranger must have left.

But, then the man sighed loudly before speaking. "Fine then. We'll do this your way. You're on private property, so unless you leave now. I'll be forced to call the Police, and let them deal with you."

As soon as the stranger mentioned the word police I started scrambling to get out of my shelter. Not giving a single thought to all of my earthly possessions I was leaving behind.

"Wait! Please wait! I'm sorry. I thought all of these buildings were empty, but I swear I'll leave right now!" I tell the stranger both fear and a hint of panic evident in my voice. AsI come to a stop a few feet in front of the man in surrender.

"Well Fuck Me!.." The man says in awe making me jerk my head up to stare at him disbelieving. "Running.." He finishes as a whisper giving my body a complete once over from head to toe.

While this strangers eyes are taking their fill I allow mine to repay the favor. Noticing first how tall the man is, well over six feet would be my best guess, and somewhere in his late thirties, early forties. His jet black hair with salt and pepper marks around his temples is slicked back over his head. With a face that looks like it is carved from granite, rugged cheekbones and jawline. But, his kind, warm eyes subtract some of the hardness from his face.

"Did you get a long enough look? Or, should I turn around so you can get the entire picture?" The cocky ass asks me, but he only manages to infuriate me.

I cross my arms over my dirty shirt and breast glaring at him, and spit back my reply. "Did you?"

We continue staring at each other for awhile. Sizing the other up, and silently daring the other to break first and blink. Finally the stranger cracks! By closing his eyes and doubling over into a fit of hysterics. Except I don't understand what the hell he could find so funny about this situation right now!

I start tapping my foot impatiently. Before moments later the man begins to calm down. Then he straightens back up, and looks at me with laughter still shining in his eyes.

"Touché Darling. It's just been a long time since I've had someone snap back at me is all. I liked it!" He tells me with a wink.

But, my brain doesn't hear all of that. It shuts down after the second word. "Don't fucking call me that!" I snap at him with some much venom before I even realize.

The man even sobers up completely then. Clearing all the earlier emotions from his face. "Please, forgive me. What would you like me to call you then?"

I don't say anything for awhile, and continue to stare at him skeptically. A very long, uncomfortable, silent moment passed between us. Then I hear the stranger huff under his breath, and extend his hand between us in greeting.

"Fine. I'll go first then. My name's Joe Black. Owner of this here club and business. And, who might you be?"

I shoot daggers at his outstretched hand with my eyes for another minute. Not trusting this man for a single second, and silently debating with myself on what I should do next. Before finally running through all my options, and settling on the best one.
I tighten my arms around my body, and force myself to speak through gritted teeth. "Sherry."

"Sherry?" Joe asks searching for my last name.

My head immediately starts shaking no. "Just Sherry."

Joe sends me a smirk while looking at me curiously in a new light. A moment later he nods his head once at me, as if finally coming to a decision about something. "Well then, Just Sherry. Would you like to come into the club for a while and keep me company? I get lonely sometimes being stuck in the place by myself sometimes. Plus there are several different showers or bath tubs you can use if you want, and my Chinese delivery should be here anytime now. I ordered way too much food for only me, so you're in luck. How does that sound?"

As soon as he mentions the word bath my heart begins to flutter inside my chest, but I do everything in my power to keep the excitement from showing on my face. Before I give Joe my answer I race back to my makeshift home, and grab the blanket and my bag from inside. Then slowly take my messily possessions back up the stairs with me and come to a stop in my previous spot.

I let out a tired sigh, and feel my shoulders deflate from holding so much stress. Before lifting my unguarded gaze up to his. Letting him see how grateful I am for his kindness. Even if I can't bring myself to say it out loud yet.

"Thanks. I guess I could go for a shower, and something small to eat. But, I'll be on my way after that."

"Whatever you say, Doll." Joe chuckles waving me towards the back door of the club.

From that morning on I haven't been able to get rid of Joe. Really, it's more like he just hasn't wanted to get rid of me yet! Despite my many protest and tantrums he has helped me with anything and in anyway he can. Or just flat out giving it to me when it's for my own good, or he just doesn't want to hear me argue.

After our first breakfast Joe converted one of the storage rooms across the hall from his office into a small makeshift studio apartment just for me. He bought me clothes, food, and anything he deemed I had to have.

Over the weeks each time he would do something big like that though, the guilt inside of me would grow worse. I hated not being able to pay Joe back, or help him out in some way for all that he did. The feelings inside of me got so deep for me I even threatened to leave, and not come back until I could repay him.

Joe didn't like that at all! That day we had our first and only fight between us, and it wasn't pretty. I learned each of us had a silver tongued with barbs on it so sharp they would turn you into hamburger meat. But, after all was said and done, I walked away with a job at Joe's club, and a new sense of pride in myself.

Now, ten years later, I'm still here, working for Joe at Sinful Delight. Making my way up from the janitor at first, and now to Joe's second in command, and right hand woman. I've even been running the club by myself these last few months since Joe's been on a break. Really only leaving the club long enough each day to go back to my own apartment for clothes, and sometimes to sleep. Before I'm right back at the club bright and early the next day raring to go!

It's just another thing I have within my power to do for Joe to help pay him back for all the things he's done for me over the years.

Except, I realized a couple years back my time and money can only go so far. And, after a while neither have the same meaning as what you originally meant them to.

So, back to my original point. Sex is not everything. Despite what Joe, and the rest of the male population would have you believe. After giving it some much needed thought, I decided it was time for me to change up the game!

By bringing a little Kinky Fairy Godmother Magic into everyone's lives.

Who better off to start with than Joe!

My first task was getting rid of that nasty bitch who calls herself Joe's fiancé, Cassandra Kerry. It took me longer than I thought it would, but that's a story for another time!

I stumbled across my second target one afternoon completely by chance. I was walking by Joe's office when I heard voices coming from inside. After doing a little eavesdropping I learned it was his niece Abbie inside there with him, and the creative juices in my brain started flowing.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the one who broke into Joe's computer, and switched the information in the email about Abbie's new job. Before sending the message to Mel Blu.

But, before you all band together to come after me with your knives and pitchforks, just know I did that with the best of intentions at heart! Joe doesn't let himself talk about his sister and niece much, but on the rare occasions he's told me about them I can tell deep down he misses them, and wishes he could be there.

I figured if Abbie learned about the thing Joe is hiding from her on her own. It would somehow bring them closer together, and give him a chance at getting some of that time he missed with his niece back.

Plus, I already had a feeling about the special person just for her, and had him desperate to check out the newest GEM at the club. A decent man who will protect and cherish her at all cost.

I'll admit, that was the last way I thought Joe would react to the news. Then to go and cause a scene at his sister Jenny's wedding. Before running away to hide with his tail between his legs. Essentially throwing a monkey wrench into the middle of my grand plans as well, but it will be alright for now.

It didn't take me long after that for me to find my third victim, mean target, to fall into my lap. Dean Masters was going to leave his destiny behind, with only a thick cloud of dust in his wake, and crush every bit of Duke and Mel's loving souls in the process.

I just couldn't let that happen. So, after a little Internet digging, a well timed phone call to Sheena Jackson in Florida at Dean's club, The Scene. I got all the information I needed on a certain person named Shasha Little. With a final bribe my trap was set! Then within days Dean was rushing back to New York and the two people who own equal shares of his heart.

Now do you get it?

Sex isn't everything. Unless it's the kind of out-of-this-world kinky sex your sharing with the other half of the soul you're suppose to travel throughout this lifetime with.

If you still don't believe me just look at Modesty Perkins and Dino Tuccii now! I mean after everything they've been through to finally make it to where they are now is fucking amazing!

Better yet, why don't we just start from the beginning, so you can see for yourself. I mean who would have thought the virgin and the choir boy would turn out to be the freakiest of us all!

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Author's Note

Sooooo......how did y'all like it?!?
I don't want to say much right now, but I hope y'all can already see what I was meaning in the forward about this book being different!!
The next chapter should be out in a week!
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