Are Gloryholes Illegal Novels & Stories

Three days passed before I received another call from Jaime. The message my lawyer delivered must have angered her. The moment I answered, her sharp voice filled my ear. “Joseph, what are you planning? What do you mean by having your lawyer say those things to me? Do you think fake medical records and a fake death certificate will make me feel sorry for you? I’m telling you, the more you do this, the more I despise you. Where are you? Get back here right now.”

If anyone knew a member of the organization frequented this place, they could get sanctioned. It was a good thing they were all top secret to the outside world. They could all walk into a store and no one would recognize them. They had their own lives outside. “What?” Drew scoffed. “This is my guilty pleasure and you better not take it down. I like this place and I'm here to watch and bet money and-” “And promote underground fighting. Your badge can be taken. This is illegal,” William pointed out. They found an empty place to sit and they took it, pressed from all sides.

I asked, taking it. She stayed silent and featured a confused look for a few seconds as she shook my hand, but then came close to me. "I just mean, there are good looking ladies living together, and they can hook up, that's all. Do ladies here not get together?" "Oh, no," I shot her down, shaking my head no and backing up. "There is a serious rule around here: sisters here can't get involved. It is strictly forbidden, like forbidden fruit. Sharon didn't mention that?"

I couldn't let her go. I was actually standing up before I suddenly remembered where I was, what I was doing, and, more importantly, who I was. I was at a fucking glory hole. I sat back down. This person didn't want to know who the hell I was. She got some sort of thrill out of sucking random cock. If I got up, naked no less, and tried to run after her I would simply annoy her and probably ruin my chances of ever coming back here. And what if I did meet her? What if she wasn't offended by my rule-breaking and what if she was open to having a relationship? She was here to suck cock. She wasn't interested in someone like me. Hell, the reason I was at a glory hole was because no one wanted a tr

Given that their sergeant-at-arms had died almost two years ago, the position is officially vacant and maintained on an interim basis by Reis, the boss's right-hand man while waiting for it to be filled, no one understood why he didn't has not yet been filled. I released the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding when I realized he wasn't there. The information is good, the boss was not there and that was good for me because without him the pressure would be reduced. In the illegal world, the rules are quite different from ordinary society. Here, people abandon themselves a little more to their animal parts and don't hide it behind a life filled with rules, false pretenses and stupid ro

"It happens every February fourteenth. Surely you've heard of it before. Sent flowers to your gaggle of females. Oh, wait. You probably have so many, you order an assistant do it. Someone at the team complex." Max slammed his beer bottle down on the floor beside his chair. "Stacy, what in the fuck has gotten into you tonight? I don't have a—what did you call it?—a gaggle of women, and you know that. I'm better than that. And I didn't think you were so shallow all that crap meant life or death to you." She wanted to cry, something she seldom did. Why be nasty to Max because of her disappointment in herself, in what her life had become? All work and meaningless play.

Skye and Alexia followed and all of us are in the water. And as we were in the water, we noticed the sunset. I smiled at Skye and whispered. "I love you. Forever." Skye smiled and reply. "I love you too. Forever." ~The End~ Author's note: Henlo AALLEEXXIIIAANDRRIA here. I just wanna say thank you for reading and supporting my first book. Writing ILLICIT was a roller coaster ride, from being proud of myself to doubts and anxiety. Some people doubted me, and never took my writing seriously. Even my family doesn't know at first that I write stories. Now that ILLICIT is finished I really hope that I did ILLICIT justice in writing it. I know that there's some typo and wrong grammars😅 and I'm sor

"Wait. Glory bar?" "Yes." She scrunched up her face as she confirmed it, and he didn't need to ask her why. Glory bar is one of the biggest bars in the city, and the most infamous too. It operates mainly on drug and trafficking of women, mostly forced. There has been no concrete evidence to be able to shut it down, and just word of mouth has not been enough. Most times, witnesses change their testimonies after, and he knew they were bribed. He just didn't know who was doing the bribing or the person operating the bar.

Oh God! "And I'm serious, you're good, you're so so good, these days, you're giving me the vibe of this baddie don't mess with me girl, especially that car racing and the stripping yesterday! My God! I'm never going to rest on this. That was epic, that was top-notch, and that performance put professional strippers to shame. Are you sure you don't have so sugar daddy you go off to strip any time you disappear from the hostel?" Yeah, and I put a hole in their head or hearts afterward.

I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. And that’s what pissed me off the most. **** By nightfall, three more clubs had been hit. Different cities but the same routine. Which were on the issues of illegal gaming and expired liquor. One club had a minor violation for having the wrong fire extinguisher in the VIP section. They were reaching—but it didn’t matter. The damage was already done. Marco, my lawyer, called almost every hour. “Damage control,” he said. “We’re drafting injunctions, but the reports are anonymous and detailed. I strongly know and believe that someone on the inside is feeding them.”