The Hole Payoff
In the asteroid belt, you don't fuck for pleasure—you fuck for survival. And sometimes, survival fucks you back.
The waiver screen blinked blue in the dim light of the casino’s back corridor. Jake thumbed his approval without reading it. Same as last time, same as everyone did. The fine print was always some corporate bullshit about liability, and nobody gave a shit anyway. He pushed two chips into the slot, worn out from a thousand other hands doing the same. The divider wall ahead was cold steel, scuffed with boot marks and staine...
