Archive | 29.01.2010

•  Call It What You Want
  "SHIT!!" screamed Jordan, kicking a bottle of Southern Comfort over in his frustration. "Number CUNTING two? After we practically killed ourselves for about two months promoting it?" He took another swig of the new bottle he had just started in his hand before continuing. As he fumed, he flung open the tape deck of the hotel room stereo and grabbed the nearest tape to put on. "Fuck this Top 40 shit man.... I'm sick of it." Joe looked up, slowly, his heavy blue eyes trailing a little behind ... more
  
  
•  CSI: Tick Tock
  Nick observed two of the tightest, most perfectly shaped asses preceding him down the hallway of the apartment building. Both were packed inside tiny white denim shorts, and unintentionally swayed seductively. As he drove them there he discovered that both were exotic dancers at two different clubs that kept the wealthy tourists entertained. That allowed them to attend classes at UNLV and feed their hunger for extravagance. Nick sensed that he was only a brief diversion, and that was fine with ... more