Erotica

The reporter scratched his head. "You answered a question I hadn't asked yet." Clair leaned forward and propped her head up on her fists, elbows on the desk. "What's that?" He gestured at the room again. "How you started this. Rather expensive endeavor, all things considered." Clair glanced up at the awards on the walls behind him. "The original idea, Georgie's idea, was a foundation to help women like me get off the streets. She figured that was Jack's intent all along and believed it was Jack that brought us together that night." "What about Jake?" A knock at the office door. Clair was surprised as they knew not to disturb. "Come?" The door cracked open. "Speak of the Devil. Jake, this gentleman was just asking about you." "Oh?" [Read more...]

"So he killed your pimp?" Clair nodded. Her red hair framed her tired eyes. "In one sense, he and Jake became your pimps after that," the reporter stated, glancing up from his notes. Clair shrugged. "Some have said that. In the truest definition, I suppose it is true." She picked up her coffee mug and took a long sip. "They were not in it to make money, though. Jack knew I enjoyed the sex and I was damned good at it. Still do and still am." Her eyes rolled. "But they had my best interests in mind and set a goal to get me out of the business." "You stay you still enjoy it. There are rumours that you have been seen dancing on occasion at a local strip club. Comment on that?" She suppressed a tight smile. "Old habits die hard." "Even at [Read more...]

The doctor paused for a moment, his eyes moving from Jake to Clair.  His hand ran through his buzz cut brown hair.  "Unfortunately, his injuries were too extensive." Clair gasped and clung on to Jake to hold her up. "His heart stopped.  We tried to revive him, but..." Clair's head spun enough that she did not feel it smack off the floor. Around 18 years later... "Happy birthday." Clair grinned at the man across the desk from her.  "Thank you." The reporter looked down at his notes.  "Forty today, right?" "Yes.  My red hair is no longer nautral."  She sipped from a giant steaming coffee mug. An email on the computer screan beside her caught her eye for a second. "So, tell me about Jack and Jake." She nodded and thought for a moment [Read more...]

"TOUCHDOWN!!!" Jack stood and screamed in celebration with the packed crowd at the Rogers Centre.  The murmur in the crowd slowly increased as the last few seconds ticked down on the game clock. The announcer, apparently, felt the need to remind everyone, "Only ten seconds and the Argos will have won the 100th edition of the Grey Cup!" The crowd, mostly in blue jerseys and shirts, cheered and began to count down with the clock, "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!..." Jack stopped and lowered himself into his seat.  "Wait a sec," he whispered.  The scene around him froze as though he had clicked pause.  His mouth dropped open as his head scanned the other 50,000 people, frozen in silent celebration.  Most stood without faces he could [Read more...]

"I like New York in June! How about you?" The three figures on the couch joined Robin Williams on the TV with the next line. "I like a Gershwin tune! How about you?" The three roared in laughter as they snuggled together. The only light from the strobe like effect given off by the television. Clair stood and picked a plate off of the coffee table in front of them. She padded over to the kitchen. "Who wants more wine?" Both men raised their glasses and grunted in approval. She pulled one of the pizza boxes open and slipped a piece out onto her plate. Grabbing the bottle of red by the neck, she returned to the two naked men on the couch. "Here," she offered the bottle to Jake. Jake took it and finished the bottle by pouring a mouthful [Read more...]

Clair tapped her toe as she waited for the elevator. Quietly she hummed to herself and checked her watch. Glancing out the door, she saw Jack still in the building loading area watching her through the windows from the idling Navy Toyota Matrix. Snow had started to collect on the roof of the vehicle and cars crawled along the street out front through fresh powder. BING "About fucking time." She clutched her black bag against her black overcoat. Her red hair was down, but pulled forward over her right shoulder. The door slid open and her boot heels tapped on the tiles as she entered the cab. Tonight was a regular. Tom was a banker which, these days Clair figured was roughly the equivalent of a retail clerk. He called and asked for Clair [Read more...]

"Dammit!" Clair checked her watch as she waited in the elevator. The bell announced her ground floor arrival before releasing her to her apartment lobby. She wore a jean skirt halfway down her thigh, over white stockings. Her black boots came up past her knee. A black button down blouse on top. All covered by her, currently undone, black overcoat. With spring having only sprung the other day, the coat was still necessary. She buttoned it up as she approached the glass doors. An idling navy Toyota Matrix awaited her as she pushed through the door. More proof about need of the coat came from seeing the exhaust billowing out behind the vehicle, as well as her breath turning white in front of her. She slipped into the car, placing her large [Read more...]