It was the dry season in Hollywood, so to speak—no pilots being made, the big productions all already cast. I was still what you might call a struggling actor, but I've booked enough commercial roles and bit parts in the past month that I didn't feel the need to hustle for nothing parts when nothing was even available. So I took advantage of a Groupon deal a...
Kate managed to steel herself all the next day, that night, and the morning of yet another day. She had married an older man, not for love and certainly not for sexual desire, but for financial security. It was a good arrangement, very good. He barely even wanted sex so much as the prestige of having Kate Upton as his wife. After all, he could do the same th...
"We're alone," Christie said. Alak looked up from his perusal of his father's book—a stupid bit of homework when the money changing hands was already counted six ways from Sunday. His future bride stood in the corner, idly toying with the curtains before... the baths. "Feels like we're never alone." "But we are now," Christie persisted. "Your parents h...
Cordelia couldn't believe it. Not only had she been assigned to loser squad for a study group, but Willow expected her to go all the way to the library to pick up their research. Like it wasn't enough that she had to hang out with them, now she had to do menial labor? She didn't know why Buffy or someone couldn't do it. They were always in the library anyway...
"So you bought our love or our marriage or whatever you want to call it. So what? Peter and I found each other before. We'll find each other again." "That's not what I'm interested in, Mrs. Parker. My father is looking to... siphon goodness from the world. He wants to hoard what he's bought. Me, I want to grow my stock. Get more power from it." "And how...
"You are aware of banks selling mortgages, yes? Well, if a banker can do it, why not the Devil Himself?" "I don't understand... what are you saying... who are you?" "I am the one who bought your mortgage from Mephisto. Your ass belongs to me." Peter jerked awake. Another long night, another long dream. He got out of bed, so muddled that he nearly woke Gwe...
A/N: Due to this website's policies, we'll be skipping the Mary Marvel chapter, but if you'd like to read it, it is available on my Patreon under the name D.E. Skeen. Mary left—without getting dirty again—after her bagel. There was nothing else for it. Ted had to call Booster. He dialed as he went to his fridge, grabbed a beer, and wrestled with the cap...
Megan tightened the hood of her parka, hoping no one would recognize her. Guys stinking of Axe body spray handing her white roses was really getting old. Thankfully, no one recognized her when she wore layers. She dunked her boots in some slush, mourning that New York had already turned it gray. Limos weren't supposed to be two hours late, were they? They s...
Jubilee was hella looking forward to getting her driver's license. Then maybe her own car. The X-Men were loaded, after all. Surely one of them could spring for something gently used? None of the boys she was interested in owned a car; most could barely get their hands on the family car. So where was she expected to lose her virginity? The park? Under the bl...
Kitty lay sprawled out on the couch, thighs parted, sex exposed and still wet. There was a dreamy smile of contentment on her face that she couldn't shake, even as she felt a degree of anger with herself. She couldn't believe it'd happened again. That they'd done it again. Illyana kissed her thigh, lapped at the wetness she had so recently provoked from Ki...