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BaileyEsquire

Hannah gets an Agent, Chapter 1

In a future where economic pressure forces most girls to become “creators” to pay for college, Hannah reluctantly enters the “biz.”

“I don’t know I want to do this,” Hannah said, as her mother maneuvered the twenty-year-old sedan towards the Wilshire Boulevard tower of gleaming glass. Without looking away from the downtown LA traffic, Jane responded, “Honey, if you want to keep your aid money and scholarship, you know you need a work-study. Millions of girls do this. And I worked so hard to find this fancy agency to make sure you’re in good hands—do y...

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Hot Pro Cheerleaders: Making the Team — Making You Cream!

Just an over-the-top fantasy, in the near future, reclaiming the sex appeal of the NFL's hottest cheerleading squad

Shaina opened the door and breezed into the perfumed, hairsprayed, giggly and jiggly pussyfest that was the Dallas Cowboys’ Cheerleaders locker room. She was a rookie, fresh out of LSU, for the America’s Sweethearts, the best cheerleading team with the hottest girls in the football league. A whiteboard said “Bikini cal shoot next week! MAKE SURE TO TAN, LADIES." Shaina remembered that she had a tanning appointment with he...

NeoGatekeeper

A Trucker Hooks-Up With A University Co-Ed

An unforgettable, unexpected, hot hook-up.

No one who knew Tracy in college would have considered her an academic, even though that was a big part of who she was. She was naturally a critical thinker and didn’t necessarily take what she was told at face value. What really stood out about Tracy was her personality. She could always be found by her big laugh. Her twinkling blue eyes, her auburn curls, and engaging conversation drew people in. Everyone naturally want...

Seeker4

That Night the City Burned (and So Did We)

The heat of sexual passion meets the fire of revolution in a troubled city five minutes into the future

The lead singer of BioHazard Horse was screaming the lyrics of a song. Behind him, the drummer and guitarist joined in to create a chaotic mélange of noise. The nearly naked singer’s long, greasy hair was limp one minute, soaring around his head like some hairy halo the next. He looked and sounded more like a madman raving than a singer. Such was the punk scene in OldTown. My attention was focused on a Black woman dancing...