I tried again to convince August to let me come along. "I'll wait in the truck while you talk to the guy." "We're not having this discussion again," he said while pulling on his shirt. "You're staying here." "Well, where are you meeting him?" "That ain't none of your concern." It was infuriating, the way he could change from being easygoing to being a complete hard-ass. And in the blink of an eye, too. August moved so fas...

August took the back roads away from town and toward the interstate. Sitting in his truck, I held my overnight bag like it was a life preserver tossed to me in choppy water. "Pretty soon," he said, "we're gonna have a talk about what all you've heard about me." When I looked over at him, he kept his eyes on the road. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing stupid. "Well, something, or someone, led you to believe I could help...

The motel lobby was dimly lit and smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener. I walked in, my heart racing with nervous anticipation as David's instructions echoed in my mind. My knees wobbled beneath me, the clunky blue plastic heels adding to my shakiness. The man behind the desk, engrossed in his book, looked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes immediately locked onto me, shamelessly taking in every...

We checked into the Bamboo Happy Motel, not for a liaison. We were not some couple hooking up. Stephanie and I (Matt) had been living together for just over a year. A couple in our late twenties, our apartment had been damaged by a fire that started in a neighboring apartment. The building needed repairs, making our apartment unlivable for at least a month. The Bamboo Happy Motel offered monthly rates, was kept clean, and...

In the dimly lit lot, a car pulled up next to hers. She and the other driver made eye contact. She checked her watch. Right on time. “You know, I’ve never done this before,” she whispered as she climbed into the other car. “Put this on,” was the only response as a blindfold dropped into her lap. Twenty minutes later, she was spread out in lingerie, tied down to the motel bed. She heard movement. The sound of clothes being...

I have l loved strip clubs since the first time I went into one, back in my early twenties. I somehow missed the experience while in college, so my first time was driving home from a business trip. I saw the sign and made an impulse decision to stop. I ended up getting a number of lap dances from a pretty young thing, who was fascinated with the fact that it was not only my first time to get a lap dance, but my first time...

A knock on the door woke Kim from a deep sleep. She glanced at her phone. It was only 7 a.m., which was way too early given that her last customer hadn’t left until 3 a.m. She rolled over to sleep again, but the knock sounded once again. Grumbling, she got up and pulled a towel around her naked body. As she stumbled to the door, she felt a moderate soreness in her knees, which she assumed was due to the business of the pr...

Kim cursed as she turned into the motel parking lot. The front axle on her reddish 2016 Dodge Journey was making clunking noises again, like it had been doing almost every day for the past month. The mechanic had said it would cost around $750, but she wouldn’t have enough left over after she paid this week’s rent to the motel manager. She shrugged; it was just another problem that she would have to deal with later. When...