Hi, my name is George Tasker and I'm the author of the Agent Hooters adventures you'll find on this site. If you haven't read any of them, they're a kind of parody putting Anna Nicole Smith in the role of a sexy secret agent. What you're about to read is a 100% true recount of an adventure that happened in real life to me less than a week ago. Well, there I...
Basil, my accountant, reckons that it was shrewd of me to buy my Notting Hill flat when I did. 'You somehow managed to buy it right at the bottom of the market,' he said. 'Right at the moment when the market stopped going down and just before it started to go back up again. Your only mistake was in not buying a second place. As an investment.' Shrewd? The...
I saw her red hair first, a flash of color against the green and gray of the yard and driveway next door. From my bedroom window, I looked down. A green tank top tugged at a set of small, pert breasts. White shorts swished over long, slender legs and the tight curve of her rump. And that hair, that flaming splash of red in the morning sun... An ache sprea...
I felt like Sarah was consciously ignoring me. She said nothing when I met her at the motel, barely looked at me when she pointed at her pick-up and we piled in, and then grunted at the questions I attempted to ask. An example: "Where are we headed?" Her murmured reply: "You'll find out soon enough." Eventually, I gave up. I figured she was too afraid o...
I lay in bed, my head pounding, and I stared at the ceiling. A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen and the back of my thighs. I was cold, and a mound of blankets and sheets sat huddled on top of me like a fabric mountain, wrinkled and sweat-stained. Despite how I felt, I couldn't help but flash on the images of the day: Mrs. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Ma...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
Note to readers: This story takes place in the busty teacher series by Zaxxon. All copyrights to the characters Nurse Brown, Sarah Stevens, and Ms. Schwartz are owned by him and are used by me with his permission. This is the sequel to my previous story "Date At The Drive In". The author George Tasker also wrote a story that takes place in this series titled...
Frank Howard -- June 16th 2122 -- 16:56 An urgent beeping sound pierced through the silence of the office. A red light flashed on the poker-chip sized projector on the desk. Chief Frank Howard's large body jerked around, slopping his mug of night-black coffee. "On screen!" he barked at the device. In an instant, light flicked up, filling the semi-dark roo...
The Creator is hard to describe, I mean, he isn't really like you and me. But for the purposes of this tale, let's just say he's a tall old man with a beard? He sits contemplating the full majesty of his creation. Built completely of himself and undoubtedly for his amusement, or just to prove that there can be something more than he. He spends his time in p...
The funny thing about time is the way it affects the memory, distorts it. I have memories that are only vague recollections. I see them in my mind's eye only in black and white, like a Saturday afternoon matinee on BBC2. Yet all this is fresh in my mind, burned on my soul forever. Ask my peers, and they might give you a different version. Do I care that my m...