As I sat in my unmarked car up on the third floor of the parking garage I glanced at my watch. It was 1:02AM. "Hey detective, when are these guys supposed to show up again?" said one of the uniforms sitting in the car with me. "They should be here now." I said looking at the drug dealer leaning against a pillar waiting for his daily delivery of Climax. "I...
"Every hotel in this chain has a library. Therein lies the story, and the mystery." I clearly looked confused. Having driven the 3 kilometers to the sea, we were walking on a pebbly beach, crumbling cliffs to our right and a soft breeze off the sea in our faces. "That book you found, that you had been reading from earlier ... the reason I was so silent is t...
The dimmed hallway led to an old gated freight elevator. It looked like the setting for a horror movie, but they walked down anyway...cautiously. As they made their way, their heels clacked against the hard tiled floor. Meanwhile, in a darkened room...camera monitors track every step of these two sexy, young, Asian ladies. At the elevator door the two wom...
Marcus slowed his car to a stop and waited a few minutes while the dust from the dirt road settled around him. He then stepped out of the car, squinted his eyes and looked back down the road, he then turned his head and looked up ahead. When he confirmed there were no vehicles sharing that expanse of road with him, he stepped to the edge of the road, reached...
As always, thanks to Boheminxen for editing. * Chapter 2: Avenging My Friend The marriage was a lovely affair. It consisted of Ayano, Tsukiumi, a monk, and me in a small, private room. There was more to showing off our union to the Brotherhood of Japan than the wedding itself. Since I must marry, I am pleased it is with Ayano. She looked absolutely stunn...
I was invited to meet up with a new client at his place of business. Fairly urgent I was told. Not having anything else urgent on I rang the man, arranged the appointment, and saw him later that morning. Mr Charles Wainwright had an electrical manufacturing business. He made widgets and gadgets and such junk, mainly for the big companies, but he also had a...
The House of Al Saud has ruled the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the Heartland of the Islamic world, for over a century. Their excesses are well-known, especially the younger Princes and Princesses who are more likely to eschew tradition than their predecessors. Caught between the modern world and the most conservative nation on earth, they're forever straddling...
Chapter 12 Thea was as good as her word. She attached me once more to the frame and anointed my wheals with her cunt-juice, so that my prick rose once more to throbbing fullness. Then she used her mouth, cunt and arse to make me pour out a seemingly endless stream of seed in homage to her new-found goddesshood. I rapidly became hollow, drained and exhausted...
Barb felt terrible all day. Her imagination ran wild regarding what Omar was going to do to poor Shamsa. Worst-case scenarios kept coming to her mind. Death, dismemberment, whipping, you name it, she envisioned it. The day dragged on and on. Barb kept apologizing to Shamsa but Shamsa told Barb it was her own fault and she would suffer the consequences...
The next day, Drew and I wake up, excited to catch our final bits of action. The deal was supposed to be signed today at Sentosa island and my dad would be returning home after that. My mum would instead be accompanying Sheikh Tabash for one last night while he stayed at a hotel. Sheikh Tabash had to head to Sentosa Island early in the morning to meet up wi...