A small preview of a series of stories I want to write. This is based off of a real person I know and their experiences, all names have been changed for fictional purposes.
Layla was always an athletic girl. Growing up she would participate in many sports and martial arts were her favorite. She grew up in a wealthy household, her mother a fashion designer well known in Dubai and Istanbul, and her father a prominent figure in Corporate America.
By the time she was 20 she was 5’2 and 110lbs, yet her figure would make it seem as if she was lighter.
Her size 7 feet fit her heels perfectly, the arch on her feet perfect sculpted like a smooth hill, she was a foot and hand model in her youth and had made a name for herself. But it was underneath her clothes that contributed to her weight more than what everyone had thought. She had a flat stomach, a 24-inch waist and you’d think it’d be soft as freshly risen dough but it wasn’t. Underneath her shirt, she sported a defined lean but shredded physique.
Her abs popped out, each of the ridges on them could shred an entire block of cheese. If you counted them it’d be 10. Her abs were so defined they’d but any male and female bodybuilder out there to shame. Her obliques likewise were just as ripped, and from the bottom of her 10 pack were veins that ran through her stomach like the Nile river did her home country of Egypt. “Pharaoh” is what they’d call her, and by “they” it was her subordinates. Layla grew up in a very religious household, following the strict laws of Islam. She knew she had to pray 5 times a day and follow the teachings of her religion which meant she had to cover her body. No man was able to see her beautiful brown curly hair, her defined abs harder than titanium, her slim but defined quads or her thin yet toned biceps.
She wanted to show her hard work off to someone, but she didn’t know just who she could. Her religion prevented any man to see. But the thing was, she wasn’t interested in men. Not only was her rebellion to her culture and religion the physique she had, but her interest in the same gender, not only interest emotionally, but interest in dominating and controlling them as her subordinates. The story of Layla begins at her first semester in University when she spots another girl in her biology class.
To be continued…
