Milk for Sale

I never started out trying to be a sex worker, but sometimes life takes you in unexpected directions. And is letting adult men nurse from my milk-heavy breasts really sex work? I don't. I got involved in this life for the money, but I stayed for reasons I have to keep secret. But maybe I'll let you know.This is a 15, 000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Content warning: features graphic sex, erotic lactation, group sex, adult nursing relationships, lesbian sex, and other depictions of adult sexuality.
Explicit language and adult only content. Excerpt:"I'm always interested in samples, " he said. I raised my hand to my blouse and held it at the top button for a moment, and then I casually open it exposing a bit of cleavage and way too much skin. "Are you serious?""Only if you want to, " he said neutrally, but his eyes didn't leave my chest."For two fifty? I can be serious about that." I undid some more buttons letting him get a view of my bra.
I couldn't believe what I was doing. My family would be ashamed. I didn't care. The money was good for a bit of humiliation."I don't have any way to collect your sample, " he told me."Oh?" My shirt was all the way open now. I reached into my bra and drew out one breast. It was creamy and the nipple was big and red. "Are you sure?" I couldn't believe what I was doing. I hoped it was worth the money.
Dr. Patterson waved me around his desk. I walked carefully, slowly, and with as much dignity as I could muster. By this point we both knew what was going to happen; I couldn't believe I was going to do it. I walked up to him and leaned forward as he did the same. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me, probably to protect himself."Yes."