For some reason, Forebrain was all wrapped up in trying to dig up the key events in my long, weird life that had brought me here. Specifically, Club Naw-Tee, the awfully named second-dingiest tit bar in the state, where I sprawled on my specially installed sofa booth. On my table, my satchel was still quarter-full of joy, yet empty of any cash at all: the bills once and briefly mine, at that moment in the possession of th...

Her body moved to a beat others couldn’t hear as our pulses slammed in unison with the blow. I expected her to get all herky-jerky with its pounding rhythms, but instead she went the other way, a slow motion sexual vortex of flesh. This day is going great, I thought. Only get better, Forebrain murmured happily as Lizard Brain could only babble Dick, Lady, Hard, Tits, shit like that. “Tell you a fantasy,” the vibrating gir...

“Mitzi” hobbled off the stage, no richer than when she’d walked onto it. I knew she made most of her wad giving incredibly overpriced handies in VIP; her technique wasn’t bad. I preferred her oral. With Jennifer out of view, Lizard Brain got a lot louder, demanding answers as to what the fuck I was doing, screaming about stripperitis and going on and on about risk reward ratio. Shut the fuck up, I told it, but as usual it...

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...

Lindsay Anastacio drifted out of a twenty-minute nap somewhere along Utah State Route 142 on the way home to Salt Lake City. The nineteen-year-old struggled to open her eyes and subsequently nestled deeper against the masculine arm she had been holding on to while dozing. “Hmm, where are we?” She scrunched her face, yawned, and blindly kissed the silhouette of a naked woman shackled in chains tattooed upon that bicep. “Ab...

Demons. They were definitely demons. They were demons, my mind was muddled, and I felt that maybe I was in Hell. Thoughts came to me disjointed and without logic or context. For some reason, that didn't seem to be important at all. Appropriately, I was horny as hell. I had been here for eternity, if not longer, and I'd seen enough of them slavering about to know that they were demons. My aroused, addled brain may have bee...

Hui-Min Xiao woke up rather late in the morning and took her coffee, croissant, and fruit naked on the balcony of her Dorchester Hotel suite. She dismissed the two men and the blonde woman whom she had used for her sexual indulgences the night before, giving them generous tips but no promises of securing their services in the future. As for the two girls who had dressed as kittens, they stayed behind, removing the costume...

Evan Grealey swiped his badge at the end of the hallway, pushing his way through the door labelled 'housekeeping', muttering under his breath. “How many fucking towels do those people go through? One for each arm, one for each leg? One for each arse cheek? Fuck!” He needed to pick up a spare spa key for Zara from the housekeeping staging room before heading up to a suite on the eighth floor for the second time today. Not...

Location: 83°38'10"N 31°12'18"W, Kaffeklubben Island, Northern Greenland Time: 2164-12-26T23:12UTC Santa's Workshop is louder and more raucous the night after Xmas® than any day before, even though the weeks leading up to the twenty-fifth of December are always a flurry of activity, round-the-clock shifts rushing to bring everything together for Mr. Claus' annual global circumnavigation. Then, after the culmination of thi...