Naughty Stories

 OUR PERFECT FAMILY - EPISODE 2  The morning after their successful party found Lerato in the kitchen earlier than usual, the house unnaturally quiet after the previous night's forced gaiety. She moved mechanically, measuring coffee grounds with precision, her mind replaying fragments of the evening—David's hand on Thembi's back, Sibo's tight smile when Lunga flirted with their neighbor's daughter, the hollow feeling in her own chest as she bid goodnight to guests who knew nothing of the fractures beneath the surface. The back door opened, and Sibo entered, already dressed for work in a tailored pantsuit that emphasized her long legs. She bypassed the coffee pot and reached for a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "You're up early," Lerato observed, though she already knew Sibo often escaped the house before David emerged from his study. "Some of us have actual jobs to get to," Sibo replied, her tone sharper than necessary. Lerato didn...

  OUR PERFECT FAMILY - EPISODE 1 The morning sun cast long shadows across the Mokoena family's immaculate garden as Lerato arranged fresh flowers in the crystal vase on their mahogany dining table. She moved with practiced grace, her silk robe clinging to curves that David had once worshiped but now barely acknowledged. "Perfect," she murmured to herself, stepping back to admire her handiwork. The table was set for eight guests, each piece of silverware precisely positioned, each napkin folded into an intricate swan. This was her art—creating illusions of perfection that masked the fractures beneath. From the kitchen doorway, Sibo watched her stepmother, her expression unreadable. At twenty-six, she had inherited David's sharp features and Lerato's elegance, yet somehow stood apart from both—a reminder of David's first marriage that Lerato had seamlessly absorbed into their "perfect" family. "The guests will be impressed," Sibo said, her vo...

  The Massage Palace - Episode 17  The Senator’s penthouse sat atop the city like a crown of glass and gold, far removed from the grime of the warehouse district. MALIK, KENDRA, and LIA stepped out of the elevator, the only three people in the building who knew the man waiting inside wasn't just a politician, but a monster in a suit. The door opened to the smell of expensive cigars and old money. The Senator sat by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. "I assume the wheels are in motion?" he asked, not standing. "The audit starts at 9:00 AM Monday," Kendra said, her voice cool. "Damian’s assets will be frozen by noon. He’ll be bankrupt by Tuesday." The Senator took a slow sip, his eyes crawling over them. "Good. But a man in my position doesn't pay debts on promises. I pay on delivery." He gestured to the expansive rug in front of the fire. "I want what we discussed. The Triad. The three of you. No boundaries. No holdin...

  The Massage Palace - Episode 16 The warehouse by the river was a skeleton of rust and silence, the perfect stage for a betrayal. MALIK, KENDRA, and LIA hid in the shadows of the mezzanine, watching the empty floor below. They were armed—not with guns, but with the element of surprise and heavy iron pipes. "He's late," Kendra whispered, checking her phone. "Sasha confirmed the tip was sent." "Patience," Malik said, his eyes scanning the darkness. "He’s arrogant. He likes to make an entrance." But the entrance didn't come in the form of Damian's sedan. It came with the flashing of blue and red lights, cutting through the gloom like knives. Sirens wailed, shattering the quiet. Three squad cars screeched to a halt at the loading dock. "We've been played," Lia gasped, her grip tightening on her pipe. "Sasha played both sides." "Go," Malik ordered, shoving them toward the exit stairs. "Get to the car...