Chapter 28 The following morning Savannah walked up to Roxy's room again. The girl's room really reeked at this point, a pungent aroma that smelled like a gym locker-room mixed with a public restroom. It was horrible but would get better once Roxy managed to keep Savannah's pee down. At least the public restroom smell of stale pee would be taken out. Then i...
Roxy was getting annoyed. She was a big music fan, but after a week of constant loud sounds barraging her ears from the apartment next door, she was nearing her limit. She loved her boyfriend Patrick, but his neighbor seemed like a fucking tool. "I'm telling you babe, he's not a bad guy," Patrick explained, "I really think you should give him a shot. The mu...
I do not own any characters or locations belonging to the Batman mythos and larger DC comics universe mentioned in this writing and I make no profit from the publication of this work. While not unusual given the environment, the sound of pounding against metal bars by flesh and the occasional guttural moan were not too uncommon for the Blackgate Correctiona...
Roxy arrived in New York with nothing planned, deciding to relax and enjoy being in limbo. She speculated she could always become a hooker if she came up empty handed over movie, TV or theatre opportunities. She wondered if becoming a hooker required training or was wide-ranging experience sufficient to build such a business. Instead of dwelling on such spe...
This is module one, chapter ten part three. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character, Katherine "Kat", is a seni...
Sunday morning I woke up around nine. I couldn't figure out which of my guys had let me down more--DJ for tying me up and leaving me at Joe's mercy, or Steve for wanting sloppy seconds. After Joe had fucked me in the ass, no less. Last night I was pissed--this morning I was just disappointed. But when I opened my door the smells of fresh coffee and Cajun...
Depressed and feeling her only hope was to move and make a new start, Roxy relinquished her apartment, packed and caught a flight to Los Angeles. At LA airport she called Di Roach's sister she'd met when Di and Roxy had come to LA for a few days thirty months earlier. God how time flies, Roxy thought and almost cut the call when it was answered. "Jolene F...
Many of the homes on Aylesbury Place are owned by upper-middle class family's typically owned by young white couples whose husbands' work in the city and commute. Most of the homes that line the beautiful tree-lined street are secluded off the road and built on large parcels of land. From the road of many of these homes a person could drive past and only s...
Felix stopped dead in the doorway. She couldn't take her eyes off Fern. She was bent over with her arms bound high above her head by chains coming from the ceiling, with a leg spreader keeping her legs wide apart. Felix had never seen Fern like that before. Fern lifted her head. "Felix!" "Shut up!" Isobel whipped Fern on her ass and thighs and Fern cried o...
Before proceeding please read the title, story tags and my profile to determine if the subject matter is to your liking. .................................................. Heather and Bill had barely been in Chicago for eight hours and she was already an experienced slut. Roxanne had planned it this way. Heather needed to translate her fantasies into rea...