She was gripping the little black purse fiercely, like she expected it to leap from her hand, frightened of how sexy its owner looked in the new dress. Even though I’d seen her put on this glorious spaghetti strap bodycon not half an hour ago, I was still blown away by the deep cleavage the bodice created with the help of her ample breasts. She was a coke bottle encased in strappy silk the color of pink champagne. Wispy s...

It was just past eleven as I dismounted my motorcycle and walked up to the front door of “San Garibaldi’s Own” Club Naw-Tee. Judging by the cars in the parking lot, I guessed the joint was only moderately busy; I liked timing my entrance to catch the early crowd leaving, and the later partiers just arriving. Louie nodded at me. “Sir,” he said quietly in that mashed-potato voice of his, holding the door as he eyed the drun...

Julie lay back into the car's seat, closing her eyes and relaxing into the ride home. The night out had been just what she needed after a long week; Jay had done well distracting her from thoughts of work. Their favorite restaurant had again come through with a great meal. They'd had just enough wine, lovely dessert, and stimulating conversation. But though the pleasant hours had repressed her ill mood, she now wanted a g...