The bell on the door chimed and a dark haired lady swept into the coffee shop. I paused from my newspaper to watch her approach the counter to order. Nice looking, brown eyes, cafe au lait skin and a slightly round face with a flat nose. Perhaps native American. I could not exactly hear her words when ordering coffee, but from the tonal inflections and the c...
Kelli looked up at the clock. 7 o'clock. Ugh. The opening band, Darkness Descends was probably getting on stage now. For the thousandth time this summer, she cursed herself for taking classes. It's not like she was in a hurry to get out of college. Because of these two classes, and the projects due in each by the end of the week, her roommate, Beth, had to t...
When she turned 18, a mere two weeks ago, she fled her native pack because the single wolves had become ravenous. She thought that she was saving herself by racing off into the forests, but instead she woke up here, behind the white door—locked in an empty room with white walls and white wood panel flooring, like a padded cell minus the padding. It was unner...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight. I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of...
Early the next morning we packed our things into her car and headed for Little Rock. The closer we got to the city the more uneasy we became. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Patricia said. I wasn't about to admit that I too was feeling some qualms. "Let's just stop by so you can meet them. We can decide later if we want to stay or not." "Okay, I gues...
Lynn followed the black limousine through the intersection in a left-hand turn with Justin hugging her close atop her Soft Tail. She digguh digguh digguh digguh'ed behind the limo's rear bumper around the corner, ever mindful of the driver's brake lights up ahead. The car pulled to a stop next to "The Lucky Horseshoe Tattoo Parlor and Piercing Studio," takin...
This how my life was when I was 32 years old. I am now 38 and have a different life, but a lot is still with me, and always will be for life. When we moved it was a very hot summer here in Phoenix, Arizona. I moved here from a well sheltered life in Ohio. Married when I was only 19, and had only been with one man Mike, my husband who was 24. He was an engi...
Authoress's notes: This is an update on the status of some of the characters from Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, and a few more people you might have wondered about. A couple have short stories, and the rest are just summaries of what has happened to them so far. I'd also like to point out a few things that I haven't discussed. First, the ProCorps training...
To "Luna": you are in fact the exact opposite, always bright and sunshine. You helped inspire this daydream fantasy, and I know there's only more to come. To B, Q, J, my twisted, tattooed knight in black armor, thank you for your editing eye and the very large role you played in this and so many other fantasies mixed with memories. This was written for you....