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This is a rewrite of ‘Vegas’, combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters.
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world — thesoundandfury – not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer.
Chapter 8: Grace becomes an angel
‘The strawberries are delightful,’ Rosie grinned, pulling the fluffy white robe more tightly around her body. The seat next to the breakfast table in the corner of his room gave her an excellent view down West Flamingo road and, when she stretched her neck far enough, onto the Strip.
Even though it was heading for half ten in the morning, the sharp rap of Room Service had woken her less than twenty minutes earlier. The quick shower had refreshed her, since when she’d worked her way through the various fruits that had accompanied the fried breakfast.
‘D’you always eat this much?’ Daniel laughed, finishing a second slice of toast.
‘I’m a fruit fiend,’ she grinned at him, the adorable freckles on her face highlighted by the late morning sun streaming in through the window.
‘And fruit juice,’ he told her, as she poured her third tall glass.
Rosie’s only response was another wide grin as she dunked another strawberry into the orange juice and sexily sucked it into her mouth. ‘You should eat more fruit,’ she told him, holding up the stalk.
‘Kinda difficult when you’re in the room,’ he said, with that lopsided smile. ‘I blinked and suddenly it’s all gone.’
‘Not all,’ she smiled, holding up the final strawberry. ‘I’ve kept the juiciest one for you. Want it?’ The little giggle she gave as she leaned forward was almost as sexy as the way the front of the robe fell open to display her cleavage. ‘Whoops,’ she grinned, pulling the robe tight, ‘it’s only the strawberry I was offering. For now…’
‘Shame,’ he laughed, standing up and stooping towards her outstretched hand.
‘By the way,’ she grinned, teasingly pulling the strawberry just out of reach. ‘Thank you for not taking advantage of me last night.’
‘It was real difficult,’ he smiled, dropping his hands to his hips as he straightened up. ‘Fought with myself all night.’
Her soft laugh rewarded his humour. ‘Well, here’s your reward,’ she told him, stretching out and allowing him to take a small bite of the strawberry, then another. There was something sexy about taking it from her fingers. ‘Told you they’re good,’ she seductively murmured, twirling the stalk between her fingers.
‘It certainly is,’ he smiled, running his tongue across his lips to clean the lingering juice. ‘Especially served that way.’
The redhead’s face turned serious for the first time that morning. ‘You left your poker early to rescue me,’ she told him. ‘I’ll never forget that.’
Daniel looked wistfully at her as she picked up the glass of juice. Since she’d raised the issue, maybe now was the time to bring it up? ‘Rosie, how come you were there last night?’
For a few seconds, her face took on a pained expression. How to explain? ‘It’s my job,’ was all she could find to say as she shrugged her shoulders.
‘Job?’ he responded. ‘What sort of life is that for you? I don’t understand—is all this by choice or because of the debts you told me about?’
She pushed a bang of hair over her ear. It wasn’t going to be as easy to run away from this conversation, as it was to escape last night. ‘Confession time, eh?’ she asked, with a deep sigh. ‘Well, I guess I owe you that, Daniel.’
The young man shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do was put pressure on her. Last night had been horrific enough. ‘You don’t owe me a thing, Rosie,’ he softly told her, reaching across the small table to pat the back of her hand. ‘But I’d like to hear if you want to tell me.’
‘I owe you a lot,’ she contradicted him, sitting back in the padded chair and pulling the robe tighter around herself. Maybe she should just rip it off and fuck him, right? That’s what she was good at. But it wasn’t the answer right now. Face up to it, she told herself, forcing herself to add, ‘and I’d like to tell you.’
The redhead eased herself up from her seat as if her body was aching. It was the pain in her mind that made her movements cumbersome. She stood walked across to the door to the bathroom, pausing before retracing her steps and flopping back down in her seat.
Elbows on her knees, head on her hands, the second long sigh calmed her down. Enough for her to begin her tale, at least. She straightened up so that she could stare into Daniel’s eyes and watch his reaction to her words. When he heard her story, this might well be the last time she saw him.
‘Okay,’ she began, more to tell herself she could do this. ‘I arrived in Vegas around nine months ago. The usual plans of finding a glamorous job and making a name for myself. Like a million other girls. Pretty quickly, I realised there weren’t the sort of promotional jobs I had in mind. Or rather, I couldn’t earn a living that way. That’s when I got a job at Midnight Hot. As an exotic dancer.’
Daniel sat impassively, his only movement being the encouraging smile that told her this was all right. He wasn’t judging. This girl was opening her heart to him and he was becoming more enamoured with her, with every difficult word she told him. He allowed the pause to pass without comment.
‘Then I met Charlie. We’ve been… were… together for around six months. I thought it was love, but it was more infatuation. He was attractive, outgoing—a successful gambler, or so he said. At first, that seemed terribly exciting.’ The next pause allowed her to hold back the tears forming behind her green eyes. ‘It wasn’t. Vegas is full of people who think they can find a shortcut to becoming rich. They can’t. Charlie turned out to be just another deadbeat gambler who threw his money away, and then lost mine, too.’
Her upraised hand stopped Daniel as he half stood when the first tear rolled down her cheek. ‘Don’t,’ she told him, her voice rising and then softening again. ‘I have to finish!’
The crinkly haired young man sat down again immediately. He wasn’t going to deny her the space she needed. This story had to come out.
‘When he lost his money,’ she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, ‘he said he’d stop gambling. When he used my savings to pay off his losses, he promised he would never gamble again. When he persuaded me to give ‘extras’ at the club to stop the loan sharks coming after him, he said we’d be able to start a new life together.’
‘Extras?’ Daniel interrupted, unable to stop himself from asking the question.
For the first time, her gaze left his. Silence filled the air until she began again, though it took several more sighs before she could. ‘With customers, Daniel. Or clients—as Big Eddie calls them. It pays three times what I get dancing. If I fuck a customer, it triples my pay. Get it?’
Her voice rose with each word until she almost shouted out the final words. He didn’t speak. It didn’t change his view of her, but he needed to hear everything she had to tell him. ‘Go on,’ he told her, his smile of encouragement trying to tell her that all of this was okay.
The words rapidly left her lips now, her face angry as she spat them out. ‘Charlie said I’d only need to do it until he paid off the extra five thousand he owed. He’d never go near a casino again! So I did what he asked. Then the bastard went gambling yet again. Lost more, and left me with his debts. So now I owe Eddie, and if I don’t work it off… I can’t even begin to tell you…’
Suddenly, it was too much—
Once the first sob started, others quickly followed. Daniel ignored the upraised hand this time and covered the distance between them in an instant. Dropping to his knees, he held the crying woman for a long time, stroking her
ruffled red hair until her sobbing lessened and eventually died.
‘There,’ she blubbered, wiping her face on the arm of her robe. ‘That’s it. Still pleased you rescued me?’
‘Of course,’ he instantly answered, taking her face in his hands so he could hold her gaze. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. ‘Let’s make a deal,’ he gently told her, ‘You don’t judge me as a deadbeat poker player, and I won’t judge you as anything over than a beautiful woman in trouble!’
Rosie’s frightened eyes fixed on his. ‘And you’re my knight in shining armour?’
Daniel grinned, wiping the wetness from her cheeks with his thumbs. ‘It’s my speciality. Didn’t you know?’
***
‘So,’ Norman Chad began, covering the sausage with a sticky combination of mustard and ketchup, ‘how come you wanted to have breakfast with me, and where’s Daniel?’
‘I’ve no idea,’ Holly sighed, wondering the same thing. After bagging his chips last night, she’d expected to see her friend this morning and find out what was going on. ‘I’m not his keeper,’ she spit out, her irritated tone telling him to back off. She watched the diminutive poker commentator devour the sausage in three quick bites. ‘Wipe the ketchup from your chin,’ she told him, curling her mouth in a mixture of distaste and amusement. ‘Not attractive!’
Chad gave that little cackle of his. ‘Deeeeelicious, though…’
Rolling her eyes, the blonde got down to business. ‘Norm, I hope this is going to be a five minute wonder thing, but have you seen the number of photographers around. It’s getting a bit silly, don’t you think?’
‘And the problem with that is?’ the little man grinned, sweeping up the juices on his plate with a half piece of toast.
The blonde paused for a second. What could she say? Because I’m an assassin and can’t afford for my photo to be seen in case I’m recognised when on a job? ‘Norm, on one hand the attention is nice, of course it is,’ she explained, going for the diplomatic approach. ‘But the reality is I’m just a normal girl, I like my privacy. I don’t want cameras pushed in my face whenever I move.’
‘There are worse things,’ Chad said, getting to work with a second slice. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe you should dress frumpy and start to wear a bra?’ A mouthful of coffee washed down the toast.
Holly’s frown shook off the disguised compliment. ‘That I can cope with, Norm. It’s this thing with Daniel and I.’
‘Ah, yes,’ he slurped, draining the rest of his coffee and waving for a refill. ‘The English lovers.’ Despite the scowl that crossed her face, the little man continued. ‘True or not, you’ve got to admit it’s a great story.’
The blonde leant across the table. ‘I don’t want the story,’ she firmly said, as if saying the words would make it happen. ‘Neither does Daniel. The point of meeting you for breakfast this morning is to ask you get the press of our backs. You’re influential, Norm. What can you do?’
‘Me? Influential?’ he squeaked, smiling at the approaching server. ‘What can I do?’ he shrugged, playing hard to get as the older woman refilled their cups.
‘Don’t give me that,’ she muttered through clenched teeth. ‘You know people, Norm. Help us and we’ll give you exclusive interviews whenever you want.’
The diminutive man nodded, thoughtfully stroking his chin. ‘Interesting proposition,’ he said, a twinkle in his eye. ‘But I suppose marriage is out of the question?’
***
With Daniel already at the Rio’s poker tables, it was the perfect time to meet Carly. The spiky haired woman’s suggestion that they should have an early lunch wasn’t ideal, particularly after all that mid morning breakfast fruit. But it was a small price to pay for seeking her new friend’s advice.
‘Another drink, ma’am?’ the young Japanese waiter who appeared at her table politely asked.
‘No, thank you,’ she smiled, glancing down at her empty martini glass. Alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea, not when she was building herself up for her conversation with Big Eddie. But then again, it was probably just what she did need. ‘Wait…’ she told the departing young man. ‘Yes… sorry… I’ll have the same again.’
Carly couldn’t be far away. She’d make the second martini her last. What time was it anyway? Damn, her watch had stopped again!
Her thoughts bounced back to Daniel. The Englishman was never far from her mind. He was so different to anyone she’d previously met. When he’d suggested she take the day off and watch him play poker, it had been difficult to keep a straight face. Her opinion of the sexy young man improved with every meeting, but her feelings about poker players remained.
She could think of a thousand better ways to spend time rather than wasting hours in a casino, even for an event as prestigious as this one.
But she was going to take up his offer to stay with him tonight, again. No strings attached, he’d said. God, she loved that shy lopsided smile of his. And tonight would be the night. After recent experiences, she needed to make love, rather than be fucked. The Englishman was the perfect man for the job!
Before that… she had to face Big Eddie.
The thought felt like a dose of cold water had been poured over her. God knows how he’d react when she told him she was finishing at the club. Maybe he’d insist on the debt being immediately repaid? Could he do that? Whatever he insisted, she’d find a way to stand up to him—her mind was made up. The happenings of last night had ensured that.
She hadn’t slept well, not until the early hours. There were several occasions when she almost woke the Englishman. The private party had left her aroused and, despite her session with the two men, strangely unfulfilled. But she’d held back. Instead, she’d considered her future as she’d stared up at the dark ceiling.
Whatever it held, she was finished with prostitution. Exotic dancing, too. She’d find more promotional work, work as many hours as were necessary to eventually repay her debt. Charlie’s debt—the bastard! Before that confrontation, she’d advice from the girl approaching her table on the best way to approach Big Eddie.
‘Hey, sorry!’ Carly gushed, handing her denim jacket to the waiter as she approached the redhead. ‘Got delayed. But good to see you, honey.’
‘You, too,’ Rosie replied, standing up to accept the brunette’s hug and warm kisses on each cheek. ‘Thanks for meeting me, Carly. This is quite a place.’
The spiky haired woman looked around. ‘Yeah, I love the Osaka Japanese Bistro. Great food and we get to eat for free. I know the owner!’ Her wink confirmed the meaning behind the remark. ‘Get to know the right people and fuck them silly,’ she continued, shuffling into the small booth, ‘and you can practically live for free in Vegas. Want me to introduce you around?’
‘No!’ The vehemence of Rosie’s response surprised both women and Carly burst out laughing at the shocked look on the redhead’s face. ‘Rosie, Rosie,’ she admonished, ‘If you let me teach you, girl, I could corrupt you good and proper!’
The redhead laughed again. She had no doubt about Carly’s ability to show her the wild side. Maybe that’s why she enjoyed the spiky haired woman’s company so much, the sense of adventure and the fact they were so different.
‘I’ll have one of those,’ the newcomer told the waiter, pointing at Rosie’s drink as he approached their table. ‘Want another, honey?’
Rosie shook her head. ‘Maybe with the meal. I need your advice.’ She waited until the young waiter left them before leaning closer to her friend. ‘I’m going to see Big Eddie later,’ she confessed, her voice dropping to a quiet lilt. ‘I’ve had enough, Carly. I’m… I’m quitting the club.’
The brunette’s jaw dropped. ‘You’re shitting me?!? Why?’
‘This life isn’t for me,’ the redhead answered, her face betraying all the emotions floating around in her mind. ‘I need a fresh start, Carly. Particularly as Charlie’s got himsel
f of my life. And—’
‘And?’ The brunette’s brain suddenly kicked into gear. ‘You’ve met someone, haven’t you?’ Rosie’s bashful eyes gave the game away. ‘Geez, you’re a fast worker! Spill the beans, honey!’
‘I will,’ Rosie answered, her smile slowly broadening to hit the corners of her lips. ‘Over lunch. I like this guy, Carly, but I’ve no idea if it’ll go any further than that. But with or without him, one of the things he’s made me realise is that I’m not cut out for this lifestyle.’
The spiky haired woman took her drink from the waiter. ‘Two more,’ she told him. ‘I have a feeling we’re going to need them. ‘Nice ass,’ she murmured, turning back to the redhead with a wide smile. ‘I might get his number later.’
Rosie shook her head, but as she started to respond, Carly was talking again.
‘You’re wrong you know, Rosie. You are cut out for this. Watching you dance on stage, seeing you around other men—you come alive, honey. Think carefully about what you’re going to do, this is what you were made for. You and I are much more alike than you think!’
Rosie’s confused face stopped her mid argument. ‘Carly—’ the redhead began.
The brunette reached out to take hold of the redhead’s hand. ‘Okay, honey. We’ll leave that for now. Let’s order our food, then you can tell me everything about what’s been happening—’
***
Daniel was suffering at the table. It was the same as his first day. Without cards or luck, it was difficult to repel the aggressive young bucks. One big pot, when he’d flopped the nut flush, had been the sole reason he’d maintained his chip stack. But standing still wasn’t good enough. Everything had gone his way in the Binion’s tourney. So far, little had gone for him in the Main Event.
At least he was taking it on the chin. All around him were a succession of bad tempered moans. And this time it wasn’t only the amateurs. Phil Hellmuth was right in the thick of it. The so-called Poker Brat had been at Daniel’s table for the last hour and his verbal attempts to bully everyone was having the usual, predictable outcome.
Making himself seem like an idiot.
The subject of his latest outburst was a youngster to his left. The kid had gone all-in with Ace-Jack and Hellmuth had naturally called with Ace-King. When the young Scandinavian spiked a Jack on the river, Hellmuth’s explosion of expletives lasted a good five minutes. As he looked around for sympathy, he spotted Mike Matusow, despite there being two tables between them.
‘Worst players in the world around here, Mikey,’ he shouted. ‘I make world class traps and these guys fall into them, then suck out on the river. Unbelievable!’
Daniel smiled to himself as Hellmuth went on yet another walkabout. Get involved in the Poker Brat’s rants and he’d be diverted from his own game. Which was part of Hellmuth’s strategy, of course. But the Englishman was well aware of his own perilous position. Focus, he told himself. Focus!
Unfortunately for all within earshot, the next hand Hellmuth hit Big Slick again. After a long pause, he chose to lay it down when the youngster went all-in. When Hellmuth folded and showed his cards, the kid flipped over pocket threes.
‘Hey, Mikey, this idiot went all-in with pocket threes,’ he screeched. ‘Unbelievable! Pocket threes! These people can’t even spell poker, let alone play it.’
Heading over to the rail, he found his wife. ‘Honey, this is unbelievable. No one here understands the game the way I do—’
She gave him the same advice as she did just about every tournament. ‘You’ve got to let it go, Phil,’ she told him. ‘Just let it go.’
Daniel wiped it from his mind. His own tourney was on the line.
***
Today’s shoot would be shorter than the previous two days. ‘A few finishing touches,’ Kay told Lauren. ‘A few shots of you with Rach and Jimmy, that’s all. A different perspective. Then you and I are free to talk about the future.’
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After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...