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...

I recently bought a house in an older part of town with plans of flipping it, but the more I worked on it, the more it grew on me. The old house had too much character, and I decided to stay and raise a family here someday. Sometime in February, I started noticing a car in the driveway of the house adjacent to mine. The house had appeared empty through the winter, aside from the walkway and drive, which were always shovel...

I was never quite sure who set me off on the exhibitionist track. Was it me, who then kept Edward interested? Or was it my husband's suggestions, which led me astray? Once Edward begged me to wear the waitresses' uniforms and get touched up and groped at events, I felt I owed him a favour. So I got lessons from the blow job stall at Burlesque. I think she thought I was one of the artists, so needed a higher level of skill...

Shortly after the spring break, the work I did for Karl changed back into the sort of events I had started originally. It seemed that the burlesque events and the wife-swapping parties were a winter filler, in more ways than one. The calendar soon got busy, and my waitresses and I were as active as ever. I still used the van for street food at lunchtime. Generally, the work was split into four types of parties, each with...

She twirled around the pole, false enthusiasm on her face. She could have chosen a gem for her stage name: Ruby, Jade, or Sapphire. Perhaps a different virtue: Faith, Charity, even the popular but inaccurate Chastity. But looking out across the sea of half-seen faces, leering gazes that represented a new transmission for her car or books for school, or just another chunk for her nest egg, the young woman knew she’d chosen...