“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...

I sat at my desk on Monday morning, and I couldn’t help but daydream as I eagerly awaited Linda’s text. Despite the dirty and satisfying sex-filled weekend I had with my wife, I found myself desperately desiring Linda. We usually avoided texts over the weekend and evenings to maintain discretion. Still, I longed for Linda; my lust had only grown more potent, and it left me in a perplexed state of arousal. I couldn’t help...

The next morning, the two of them got up and got ready for the big meeting with the new client. Betty got herself dressed and made up and looked to Robert for approval. "How do I look Robert? I want to be sure I impress our client. Is this okay?" she asked. He took her in his arms, "Honey if you don't impress our client with both your clothes and your charm, then there is something seriously wrong with him!" he said. Bett...

After her date with Robert, Betty's confidence soared. If her boss thought she was attractive, who cared what the other office scandal-seekers thought. That night she lay in bed thinking about her date and what he had told her. While she still didn't exactly agree with his observations, the fact that he thought she was beautiful made her feel sexy. And he was an excellent kisser! She thought about him, daydreaming what th...

Betty Andrews had been working for Mr. Davidson for almost 8 months now. She had moved to Minneapolis from her home in New York because she wanted a fresh start in a different location. Her divorce, while amicable and smooth, was still quite painful for her. Betty was not a small girl and she had always had trouble finding a boy that paid attention to her because he wanted to be with her. In school, she had a few "pity da...