Her senior class voted Pamela Prescott ‘Most Likely to Succeed.’ Safe to say, this wasn’t what they envisioned. I’ve got this. I’ve sooooo got this. Pamela stood before the cracked vanity in her room at the Twin Tops Motel, applying a fresh coat of bubblegum pink lip gloss. I look good. Like, really good. She brought her face closer, inspecting her reflection with an arched brow. Mom would literally die if she saw me righ...

“Jesus Christ on a cracker!” Lindsay’s voice floated into the recreation room downstairs – the chick cave – and Donald followed it to an open door in the back. “No fucking way. Is this thing broke? It cost me two hundred bucks.” A delicate web of lace crisscrossed Lindsay’s shoulder blades, held together by the thinnest of buckles. Lower down, a scrap of fabric masquerading as a G-string nestled between two delectable ass...

“Welcome. Welcome, welcome. How ‘bout this place? How ‘bout this couple? Thank you all for coming on behalf on Donald and Lindsay. They’d like to express their love and their appreciation for all of you as family and friends that have come to this special occasion. You may be seated. “My name is Daniel Anastacio. I don’t do this for a living. You’ll figure that out real quick. My brother is Don Anastacio, obviously the fa...

Pamela eased into the porch rocker, its familiar creak offering a lullaby for her newborn son, Kaden. She inhaled deeply, savoring the warmth of the ceramic mug against her palm and the spiced aroma of apple cider mingling with the crisp October air. A gust fluttered through the maples lining Willow Creek Drive, sending a confetti of amber and crimson leaves pirouetting past. As dusk settled over the quiet Baltimore subur...

Light sparkled across the pristine diamonds of his late grandmother’s ring like glimmers of dreams and imagery from a kaleidoscope. Donald Stanlick held the priceless family heirloom between his fingertips and twirled it about, his head tilted. Ever since picking up this classic, lustrous ring from the safe deposit box five hours ago, he couldn’t stop admiring it. Even now, instead of glancing at the menu here at Sullivan...

“Oh, hi there, stranger! We meet again.” John stood at the entrance to Happy Ending Ranch, a drink carrier with three tall Starbucks cups in hand. Flagstone’s arid landscape wasn’t as enticing as the dazzling, show-stopping allure of Las Vegas, but still held a primitive appeal in John’s estimation. Expanses of varying brown, gray, and amber stretched beneath the cloudless azure blanket hanging above – simplicity beautifi...

As John Reinwald emerged from the airbridge at Harry Reid International Airport, the incessant tinkles and clanks of casino machines greeted him, a chorus so oddly out of place yet quintessentially Vegas. His weary eyes sparked to life, just like that, taking in the panorama before him. Will you look at that? Slot machines in the airport, of course. John watched a middle-aged man, tie loosened and sport coat slung over on...

“Son of a bitch.” Tendons bulging from his forearm, Colt hammered his fist to the desk. On the opposite end, the Zoom call stuttered, pixelated blocks disrupting the serrated glare of his eyes. “Jim and Kenzie, two people we trusted implicitly.” Each word, bitter and acidic, carried venom. “Jim was like a big brother to me in certain ways.” Colt dug calloused fingers through his hair, lips peeling back in a snarl. “And th...

Femme Fatale KENZIE Available 6/15-7/5 It’s a pleasure to introduce myself, I'm Kenzie. My journey through life’s complexities has led me to embrace the full spectrum of pleasure and companionship at Happy Ending Ranch here in Flagstone, Nevada. Hailing from the vibrant city of Bayamón, Puerto Rico, I bring the warmth and spirited energy of my homeland to every encounter. Let’s weave a narrative of unforgettable moments,...

Cordelia Renfroe stood motionless on the weather-beaten porch, her feet rooted to the rough planks as if they'd grown into the wood. The ancient boards creaked beneath her weight, their protests lost to the pulse of blood rushing through her ears. She stared at the door, the once regal mahogany now cracked and faded from years of exposure to the relentless desert sun. Its tarnished brass knocker leered at her, daring her...

“So, how was your day? I mean, I know you had a full schedule, but … how were the clients? Anything interesting or unusual?” Under the expansive tapestry of the night sky, the desert stretched out before Lindsay and Donald, a terrain woven with shades of darkness and starlight, its contours illuminated by the soft silver glow of the low-hanging moon. The air was dry, carrying with it the scent of desert blooms and the ear...

"Okay. Yes. Let's do this.” Those words had barely left Lindsay's mouth when Justin swept her up and draped her over his shoulder, startling yet exhilarating her. His firm hand landed on her backside, a possessive grip that communicated his intent. With a nod to Jim in the booking office, Justin carried Lindsay toward her bedroom as if she were a sack of potatoes. Lindsay dissolved into laughter as the world turned topsy-...

Freaky Blonde LINDSAY SUCKS Available 6/19-7/26 Height: 5'3” Weight: 101 pounds Blonde Hair Blue Eyes Measurements: 34d-23-34 Age: 21 (birthdate: Dec. 4, 1999) Hi everyone! I’m Lindsay, a bubbly 21-year-old who was born and raised in the city of Sacramento, California – home to the state's capitol building. My childhood was filled with love and support from my family, and we always had a blast together. One of our favorit...

Moving her elbow to scratch an intolerable itch in the crook of her arm, Lindsay couldn’t find solace in the tropical scenery and kaleidoscope of colors before her. Don’t be afraid to make difficult decisions. Bloodless lips twisted in a mockery of a smile, and poor Lindsay rubbed at her temples. I still can’t believe Colt made me do that. With a sparkling sea of aquamarine as her canvas and the endless waves emulating th...

Blowing out a breath as she emerged from her bedroom, Lindsay was on a mission to talk to her best friend – again. It was easy to find her as the smell of cinnamon percolated through the air. Francisco is off today, so that can only mean one thing. Following the scent, Lucy soon joined her, rubbing and bumping against Lindsay’s ankles. “You look cute.” “I’m baking.” In the kitchen, Pamela’s blonde hair was piled on top of...