Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warning: Angst, Incest, Slash Rating: FRAO Italics and/or * indicates thoughts * "Please Luke, don't do this," I whispered, as I sat watching him outside the club two weeks later. Ever since that day when we had finally taken the next step in our relationship, things...
Please note: This is based in truth. I was poor and plain and very, very smart. I did have a horrid tormentor named Jason; there were a few others, but he stood out. Years later, after I grew into myself, he saw me out at a club and was overly surprised by how I looked. I did blow him off, but not the way I did here! Revenge IS a dish best served cold. Gro...
It was anything but some seedy club, merely the back entrance to an office block. There was no one at reception at that early hour and only Sal and her neighbour in the lift. It was one of those well mirrored lifts reflecting back images of herself -- and her neighbour -- mirrors facing each other and therefore reflecting multiple images back and forth so th...
Lily and Violet were standing over a naked man. He lay on the ground, battered and bruised, covering his crotch. He was also staring up Violet's skirt, and smiling at what he saw. Lily was drinking from a bottle of Gatorade, and Violet was finishing a can of beer. "You're not going to hydrate properly drinking that stuff," said Lily. "I know," said Violet...
Marcy danced part-time at the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club on High Street. It was a clean place where men and women would tip well without expecting favors. There had been a few serious boyfriends, but none lasted so she lived alone more than with anyone. Now in her late thirties it was troublesome. Every breakup hurt just a little more. "Want to get a d...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 11 *** "What? What's that look all about?" Lucy asks, with a well-crafted sort of obliviousness that almost makes me think she really doesn't know what the problem is. "This is a strip-club, Lucy," sometimes, the emphasis of the obvious is my only recourse. "Yeah?" "You are not fi...
They went into the manor and the maid led them to a large room on the side of the house that Michael had not seen before. The room was dimply lit and had soft dance music playing. There were several small and large plush ottomans and a couple of soft sofas. Small tables were discretely placed near the sofas. The room's décor looked black with a lot of dark w...
"Him," I hear you say. I can barely hear you over the thump of the bass and the buzz of the crowd, but I see you nod your head towards the end of the bar. Leaning against it, surveying the club, is a man in jeans and a black button-up shirt. He's on the shorter side, but very wide in the chest, and his muscular arms are sleeved in intricate tattoos. "The ma...
Lisa stood at the counter, fidgeting nervously. She was fast running out of hope. She was out of money and needed a job. She loved computers and this store had them all: every kind of techno gadget you could find. Aisle after aisle of computers, software, printers, everything. She was in heaven. Or at least she hoped she was. She nearly jumped out of her s...
Susan was extremely apprehensive about her first week of work at the club, so apprehensive that she threw up before her first set. But Justine had seen it all before, and was incredibly supportive. Justine became her mentor, smoothed through Susan's rough spots, and gave her time and instruction. Justine, experienced beyond her years, had seen immediately th...