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The Chauffeur (#56) The Recording Studio By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 Unfortunate for the company, I had to consider if Mike Booker had a future with Jaxson, Inc. The recording studio was not making money, not at all

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

Pete started his porn company with three cameras and a few lacrosse team jocks that wanted to reel in easy puss. Those Bang Bus dudes nailed cheap bitches all the time and made millions. Pete knew he could do that

Please refer to Compound 606, Chapter 1 for background Author’s note: terribly sorry for the long absence. I have a couple chapters sketched out and an idea of where to take the story, so I’ll try to get a few up this week. This one is a shorter installment to get things going again

Justin was a personal trainer. He demanded the very best out of all the people he worked with. If they did not meet expectations, he passed them onto another personal trainer. He had noticed over the years how he seemed to get more women than men to help train

Ten Peckered Toad Like the old saying goes what’s hornier than a ten peckered toad. Well I know. It’s a two peckered boy. Me! That’s right I’m a freak of nature. I was born with two complete penises but only two testicles

Well it's been a long,long time ..much has happened since my last Dilema series. I have been rehabilitated and returned to work on light duties, Krystal has moved on, as has Mary which I will reflect upon at a later date

I wanted to release this one to go along with the first part. Though not chronological, reading these in order can still yield information useful later on. Such as in Volume II, shining a light on Scott's bisexuality as well as foreshadowing the events that surely potentiated it

({*}) ({*}) ({*}) Shawn walked into the office for the first time this morning. He was a green accountant right out of school. He had been hired by a temp firm to help businesses with their accounting. This was going to be his first stop

I was sitting in my office downstairs working on some paperwork on this Friday evening in late august. It had been a tough week. I had done four funeral services so far; including 2 in one day

My blood boiled as I thought about my HIM, my colleague, sitting at the desk opposite to mine. It all started off as innocent flirting, we chatted online and discussed our sexual preferences and daydreams

Bright, thin stripes of light poked through the pines on a Wednesday morning, like thousands of tiny flashlights aimed at the shadowed ground in front of me

My guy and I first met in 1979. He helped me bet on a pony I wasn't s'posed to bet on--I was 13, he was 20--but I went home from my outing $23 richer, and totally in love

My friend Bob called me on Tuesday and asked me to meet with his accountant Betsy. Apparently she was considering an offer to run accounting for some out of town firm and he felt I might be able to help her evaluate the offer

Nathalie was 19 years old, brown shoulder long hair and brown eyes, nice curvey figure and small b-cup breasts. As usual Katie had phoned her up to book her for Friday night babysitting