Chapter Four Initiation Day One Valerie woke to the sound of Francine screaming from the front room. Groaning at the pain that shot through her cramped muscles, she staggered through the dark into the living room of her apartment where her friend was thrashing on the hide-a-bed, deep in the throes of another nightmare. Fearful that she might hurt herself,...
Prologue Buenos Aries, Argentina, September 7,1935, 12:00 Midnight She pressed his head close, into the valley formed by her breasts. Her nipples rose to stiff peaks, as his warm breath swirled around them. She felt his firm, male hardness slipping between the moistening folds of her sex. With one hand, she positioned him, while the fingers of her other h...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can sta...
Frankie was surprised when Roy came home and said he'd seen Chisel, the schoolyard bully who had created such havoc in his life as a kid back in Philadelphia. "It's amazing, Frankie" Roy was saying as they had dinner. "Chisel's changed so much, he's a Buddhist now, and a probation officer as well." Frankie cocked her head, and a blonde curl fell into he...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** Even though he didn't attribute any strictly transcendental meaning to it, Sunday still felt somehow sacred to Nick. It was the day when he allowed his lazy side free rein, the mornin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief -- you could call him a pimp in other circumstances -- of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can s...
The next afternoon we were sitting out again on the deck, and I was starting to wonder how we would handle our second day of orgiastic pleasure. Lenny had talked Arlene into wearing the cut-offs again, and had succeeded in having her go topless. She insisted on having her blouse nearby "in case anyone comes by" which Lenny said was near impossible, due to...
"Wake up! Wake up!" I heard a voice say. I struggled to open my eyes but the intensity of the glow forced me to keep them shut. "Holly, wake up! We're in danger!" Suddenly I felt someone grab me hard by my arm. The brilliant light wavered then flickered out. "Get up you idiot!" "What? What?" I muttered, as I felt my aching body react with resistance to...
[Author's note : All characters in this story are fictional and depicted as over 18] * Four weeks ago I was a sulky blind kid who didn't have a date for his senior prom. Three weeks ago my fairy godmother said, "You shall go to the ball." Two weeks ago she went back to her own life, leaving me to get ready for college. One week ago I quit trying to make...
This is another part to the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who comes to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on a weekend to relax and enjoy time together before Paul left on a business trip that will require him to spend severa...