Need an editor for my story

[lafemmeoranje]

Hi,

I'm looking for an editor for my story. It mainly deals in humiliation (no violence, rape, or anything NC though), with some incidental M/F sex. Oh, and strippers.

I basically need someone to correct my grammar, which needs to go from my Southern African dialect into the "standard" English that this site uses (and which has had my stuff rejected before). Stylistic suggestions are also very welcome, but not necessarily.

Can anyone help?

Edit: As per the stickied thread, it's been suggested that I post a few hundred words:

I got back to my paperwork, which as far as I could see, was the only drawback of owning and managing a strip club, especially one with as many side operations as mine had. Still, the thought of what I was going to do with Michelle when she got to the club wasn't far from my mind. I was going to have to let her go out on the stage tonight, while I was definitely enjoying corrupting her, I couldn't afford to keep paying her exorbitant amounts of money to show me that nubile little body of hers unless she brought some business through the front doors.

I was confident that she'd bring in a lot of business.

Half an hour later, I was distracted by my paperwork by a soft knocking at my door. Looking up, I saw that it was Michelle, looking as apprehensive and anxious as ever.

"Hi, doll", I said.

She walked in quietly, almost tiptoeing. Maybe she thought that the sounds of her footsteps would attract a legion of horny perverts. Hell, if they could see her, they probably would be attracted. She was still wearing the same outfit that she always came in, opaque black stockings, chunky black leather Mary Janes, a blue tartan skirt, and a long-sleeved black top that was just tight enough to show off her tits. The outfit reminded me of some of the girls that I used to chase while I was still young and wasting my time with musician chicks. "Hi, Richard", she said quietly.

Rather than prompt her, I just leered at her, blatantly undressing her with my eyes, waiting for her to pipe up again. "I... you said that you'd have some work with me... if I came here... again..."

I continued to leer at her for a moment, just enough to get her uncomfortable. After all, I had already invested a few hundred dollars into corrupting the girl, so I figured that I was entitled to have a bit of cheap fun. "That's right", I said. "I think it's about time that we put you onto the floor, you've got to start bringing in some money".

"The... floor?"

Total story length is a bit over 3000 words.

 

[snooper]

... Can anyone help? ...

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