"I'll bid eight hundred for the wench!" "Eight hundred and fifty; right here!" "I bid eight seventy!" While Melody's wide green eyes darted from bidder to bidder, fluttering wings of excitement beat down the anxiety that had been churning in the pit of her stomach. She was the third slave of the evening to stand naked on Victria's living room auction bloc...
The grounds of the Mansion were green and clear, the landscaping undisturbed, the lawn unharmed long enough for the grass to grow to a respectable height. The Professor had kept it at that discretely manicured country club height, like he was ashamed that all that green was alive, but Scott let it grow. The longer it grew, the bigger the victory. He knew t...
Winston's wrists were shackled to the wall above his head. He was naked, save for a pair of ill-fitting prison briefs, and the door of his tiny waiting cell was behind him. He wondered how long they would keep him in this repurposed broom cabinet before actually getting around to the sentencing, and, once he was sentenced, how the accommodations would change...
In part one of The Barcelona Series I described a recent visit to Barcelona where I was on an extended trip with my sports related business. I treated myself to a room on one of the top floors of the Hotel Arts on the Barcelona coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The five star hotel is state of the art and is beautifully appointed from the first moment of arriva...
Congressman Philip Sundermann, a Republican from Pennsylvania, had just finished moving into his office and apartment in Washington, DC. This was his freshman year in the U.S. House of Representatives, having easily beaten a social conservative in the primary and trounced a left-wing Democrat in the general election who had proved too radical for traditional...
"Angels and Assholes" "So, how did Javier take the news?" Allie asks, behind the wheel of the Sabre, driving down the Broker Bridge. "Not that well." Hector answers from the passenger seat, putting away his cell phone. "They're really pissed off about this. This was supposed to be a simple pickup and delivery, but now it's becoming a shit storm." "I shoul...
Time and space seemed to be moving sideways, or maybe it was spinning; slowing down, then leaping forward. Ben couldn't be sure how they got to the club, or how long they'd been there. The music was so loud it was hard to concentrate. His brain felt... fuzzy... and everything around him seemed as if he were looking at it through a sheet of gauze. In the back...
rutger5 (An original story - copyright 2011) Story contains blackmail, reluctance, and coercion. (Plus fictional sex.) * The warm water cascaded down Kristina's back before falling to the floor of the shower and flowing to the drain. She sighed from the pleasant feeling of being enveloped in a steamy cloud of wet warmth. Her flaming hair was piled high on...
Craig liked to work late at the office. Left in peace he got more done, and when business was over he had time to himself. Time he put to good use. A superfast Internet connection let him browse his favorite porn sites without the endless delays and dropped connections he suffered at home on his ancient PC. He knew the company had strict policy on viewing i...
Saturday dawned drab and dreary. The forecast was for storms and heavy rain most of the day and on into the evening. I was doubly glad that Melissa had stayed the night with me as I didn't want to drive any more than necessary in this kind of weather. For some reason the people of By-God-North Carolina drive like complete idiots in bad weather. The roads tha...