Brat's Keeper: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB)
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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.**** "I think you have it wrong, Stan. We're in a unique position, you and I. What I do can benefit you and what you do can benefit me. And both of us will come, out winners." That momentarily forced away the alcoholic fog surrounding Stan's mind. He sensed big money in the works here. And he wanted every dime he could get. Ambition burned as brightly in him as...
Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
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"I think you have it wrong, Stan. We're in a unique position, you and I. What I do can benefit you and what you do can benefit me. And both of us will come, out winners."
That momentarily forced away the alcoholic fog surrounding Stan's mind. He sensed big money in the works here. And he wanted every dime he could get. Ambition burned as brightly in him as greed.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, nothing much. Say, could you call that daughter of yours back in here for a minute? You know, Carole."
"The only daughter I have," Stan said, his mind not reacting well to the sudden turn of the conversation. But obediently he called out, "Carole, honey! Come in here for a minute, will you?"
The girl entered the room and immediately heard Mr. Strong suck in his breath. Otherwise, there was no indication that the man even noticed her presence. Which made her wonder about him. She knew she was attractive and most men fell all over their tongues trying to tell her about it.
The redhaired girl looked curiously at her father and said, "What is it? Want something else? More potato chips, maybe?"
"Yeah, sure, in a minute, honey. Mr. Strong wanted to ask you something. Go on, don't be shy."
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"I think you have it wrong, Stan. We're in a unique position, you and I. What I do can benefit you and what you do can benefit me. And both of us will come, out winners."
That momentarily forced away the alcoholic fog surrounding Stan's mind. He sensed big money in the works here. And he wanted every dime he could get. Ambition burned as brightly in him as greed.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, nothing much. Say, could you call that daughter of yours back in here for a minute? You know, Carole."
"The only daughter I have," Stan said, his mind not reacting well to the sudden turn of the conversation. But obediently he called out, "Carole, honey! Come in here for a minute, will you?"
The girl entered the room and immediately heard Mr. Strong suck in his breath. Otherwise, there was no indication that the man even noticed her presence. Which made her wonder about him. She knew she was attractive and most men fell all over their tongues trying to tell her about it.
The redhaired girl looked curiously at her father and said, "What is it? Want something else? More potato chips, maybe?"
"Yeah, sure, in a minute, honey. Mr. Strong wanted to ask you something. Go on, don't be shy."
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