“So let me get this straight. You’re telling me this girl made you masturbate in front of her and rode your face like a fucking horse BEFORE you even got her name? And on top of that, you haven’t seen her since?!” Cris’s best friend, Erica, could barely contain her giddiness as she spoke, her cheeks were getting red from trying to hold back laughter.  “Yes that’s what I’m saying to you. I cannot believe this shit.” It was...

Cris stood in her office and watched the crowd with a glass of whiskey in her hand. Sometimes she’d entertain guests there, but tonight she was alone. Solitude soothed her soul on nights like this; busy nights where she had to constantly restock liquor behind the bar, fill special requests for entitled assholes (read: politicians) who wanted private rooms, and check with security because there were at least a few guys doi...