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Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 1
Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 2
Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 3
Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 4
Sleeping with Monsters Series (Paranormal Erotica)
The Haunted
The Hunted
The Hated
Stand Alone (Chose Your Own Adventure Erotica)
The House: Come Find Your Fantasy
The Edie Spence Series (Urban Fantasy)
Nightshifted
Moonshifted
Shapeshifted
Deadshifted
Bloodshifted
Teaser from Dark Ink Tattoo Episode Four
Jack’s Past
While your teenaged fantasies oftentimes involve bumping into teachers, former babysitters, and/or high school head cheerleaders at the strip club, none of them -- no matter how detailed -- can prepare you for when it happens in real life. Which is why I was staring slack-jawed at Dorothy – Thea – as Bruce punched me in the arm.
“Jesus, when’s the last time you saw a naked girl, Jack?”
I waved him away and kept staring. The runway was a long thing, phallically shaped, and we were at the tip of it while she was stage center near the pole, far enough away that it both could-and-couldn’t be her simultaneously, like some Schrodingerian dream.
Bruce grabbed my head and yanked it near so he wouldn’t have to shout over the music the club pumped in. “You’re embarrassing yourself – and me.”
She walked around the pole, looking out into likely darkness since all the lights were aimed at her, making all the sequins on her white bikini glint – it was like she was blindingly beautiful, too pretty to even see properly. Then she lunged forward and in, lifting herself up, long legs pointed in a dramatically suggestive V, ending in two glittering red platform heels, all the better to walk down a pornographic yellow brick road.
I turned toward him without taking my eyes off her. “I know her.”
“The fuck you do.”
But I did. I had a sudden flash of smoke and damage, a crinkle of red metal peeled up like wrapping paper on both sides of a tree and me running down to rescue her from the passenger side, as quarterback Duncan Beamm staggered out on the driver side to puke, from a likely BAL of .3 and a head contusion.
Everything afterward…. “We’re in Vegas. Bet me,” I told Bruce, as she began a slow turn.
“A hundred.”
“Done,” I said. “Go hit the ATM.”
He snorted and didn’t move. Thea spun, the muscles of her arms, her stomach, the swing of her legs, making her swirl like a slow carousel. What was it like being up there with everyone watching? Rowdier groups of men waved fistfuls of cash, shouting lewd suggestions, and she ignored them, intent on her own internal metronome, letting the music move her. When it came time for her to take off her top it seemed natural and she swung down dramatically, one leg curving up to brace against the pole, the pink perfection of her nipples on display, swaying with the music like twin poppies.
How many times in high school had I desperately wanted to see those breasts – to touch them? The closest I’d come was that day holding her to my chest in the rain, blood streaming out of a small cut on her cheek.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Teaser from Dark Ink Tattoo Episode Four