Shaun came into work over the next few weeks just waiting for another call like his first night but it was slow. He had gotten a few small jobs to escort a few small time TV and B-Movie stars to interviews and movie premiers but other than that not much was going on. Shaun had begun to wonder if what happened after the Grammy's was nothing more than a one ti...
Tonight there was anxiety in the air. The main ballroom of this most luxurious casino was brightly lit. Full of high society people – beautiful women in evening dresses, rich men in black suits – the air was thick with the smell of many expensive perfumes blended together into an impossible exotic mixture. About a hundred of dark wood, red cushion chairs wer...
I picked up the ringing telephone. "Hello Simon Ashden. Oh hello Sharon..." I smiled to myself as she ranted at me down the line. "You bastard!" She yelled. "Do you know that I could not move... I was totally stuck there and when the kitchen crew came in the next morning." She went on for a few minutes telling me how humiliated she had been and how could I...
Author's note-Thanks so much for your patience. I've had to contend with some writer's block along with some serious health issues, but Hollywood Jim is back with plenty of new adventures to come. ***** "Get a shot over here, Jim...no, no not there! Yeah, that's a good one! Get the sun coming through the windows...NO! Not those windows! Right over there.....
Part 3: Rose's Revenge "I've got to be going, Rose," said Hilary Swank. "My agent, Max, is throwing a party at his house tonight. Attendance is mandatory." "You don't have to be there for a while, do you? After all, you're a big star. Let's check out my bedroom for an hour or so," Rose suggested. "I wish I could, Honey," Hilary said. "Do you? Do you rea...
It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...
Hilary lay naked on a plaid blanket at the base of an old oak tree. It was hot enough for her to be sweating and she was savoring it. The cube farm where she worked was always freezing. The room she rented was always freezing. She hated cold but that is the way she seemed to always be summer or winter but today was different. Today was the first day the tem...
I have often found that if you stare at a beautiful garden long enough, someone is likely to come out and talk to you. Occasionally, they're annoyed at what they consider your invasion of their privacy – and you just want to suggest that they put up a fence if they don't want you to look. Sometimes you meet a man or older woman who is eager to tell you every...
This is not my story. It is Dulcinda's, but she, bursting with wonder and delight after the event, is happy for me to relay it. I am keen to do so, because the advanced bio-technology involved, beyond my own experience and almost inconceivable, intrigued me. And I think it points the way to a near-future in which the ancient myth of the hermaphrodite points...
I was minding my own business in my club, reading the evening newspaper, relaxing after dinner, whiling away the time until supper. Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need. Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their na...