Maxwell Anderson Jr., or Max to most of his friends, had waited years to be allowed to attend his parent's annual Mardi Gras party. It was considered by many in their social circles to be the grandest party of the season. Max's mother, Edwina Anderson, was born and raised in New Orleans, and left when she married Maxwell Sr. so he could take a position that...
Dixie Jackson rolled her new smart phone in her hand, her father had asked why she needed a fancy phone when the only internet on the Jackson Ranch for miles around was in the house, but Dixie had plans for her new gadget that she could never tell her dad about. She played with the settings on the phone to confirm it would do exactly what she wanted and befo...
My number one sub, Jeremy, had come up to Connecticut to spend the Christmas holiday with me. We didn't have snow this year, but there is still something magical about a New England Christmas. We spent the day out shopping and going to the little towns to see their decorations. After a lovely dinner, we drove through the local neighborhoods to see the Christ...
Chapter 17: The Puppet Show Soon after La Contessa's encounter with the Archbishop, I'm summoned to the changing rooms behind the theatre to prepare for the performance. I put on the mask of the inamorati with its lovelorn expression, puckered lips, and bright red, painted cheeks. I strip off so the puppeteers can attach the complex arrangement of wires th...
Brie made a final check of the address on her phone as she scoured the street through the windows of the slowing bus. Already ten minutes late she was thankful the office building was so close to the stop, leaping from the doors the moment they opened. $200 for three hours work, she bit her lip as she entered the building hoping her tardiness wouldn't dera...
*Special thanks to Endcredits for his editing and feedback* * She would have left had she not felt the heartbeat of the building pulsing under her hand. Standing in an elaborate peacock costume in front of a dilapidated warehouse, she thought how ridiculous she must look. But, she reminded herself, inhibited women do not stand on public streets in feathers...
One of my secret ambitions is to be a screenwriter and a director. An Academy Award winning screenwriter and director. And of course, I want all the perks that go with being an Academy Award winning screenwriter and director: a house in Pacific Palisades, a Cadillac Escalade, Nissan NSX or a convertible Mustang GT, maybe all three; I suppose it depends on th...
The sunlight made it impossible to sleep any longer, it pressed against her eyes forcing her to wake up. Her first thought was that she must have slept late, the sun was really high. Her second thought was that she was sore. Opening her eyes she looked down at herself, she was naked except for her short schoolgirl style skirt which was pushed up around her w...
Catwoman had been eagerly waiting for her opportunity for another moment alone with Batman. The shots fired by Commissioner Gordon's men had stunned him, and knocked him down. He lay flat on his back, stiffly on the rooftop. Silent as she usually was she made her way over to him. Stepping on his arm lightly, she then knelt on his chest, crossing her arms o...
Hitting the gym every night, eating exactly what her nutritionist had recommended to the crumb, and investing most of her money in skincare potions and rubs had recently become the centrepiece of Ezzi's after work activities. A string of failed relationships had given her self-esteem a large hit and she decided to channel that into sculpting herself a perfec...