Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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Whose fantasy is it?

It’s Friday night, his 45th birthday and Rick Mason has had a shitty day. He was supposed to be working at a construction site tonight where he could have his girlfriend over and they could[…]

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Graven images

It has been a quiet fall afternoon. The sun has nearly melted completely into the horizon, leaving only remnants of light to linger along the skyline. The orange glow, which resembles molten lava, makes the[…]

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Blood red wine

My heels clicked against the damp pavement as I made my way towards the sounds of heavy bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the innebriation and the excitement of[…]

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Take my picture

"Jake, your two thirty is here," Kiki informed her boss, photographer, Jake Klein. Without looking up from the proofs he was reviewing, he replied, "Set her up in studio three, and get the lighting set[…]

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