Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

Rai leaned toward me. "They now own the bar that Richard used to work at," he told me. I chuckled and told Richard congrats. Rai stood up and pulled on my hand. "We're going, have a gay day you two," Rai laughed playfully and both men waved at us as we left their home. I climbed up into the jeep and simply watched the attractive man drive. He didn't say anything as we drove out of Tucson and headed towards Phoenix. I watched Rai curiously, wondering what he was planning for our day date. He glanced at me and grinned.

The escort service Cartwright runs is in the older Encanto area of Phoenix known for its lower rent, shady dealings, and dead bodies. The location goes hand-in-hand with his workforce of women. They would probably do better standing on a street corner. He provides services for a less discerning clientele than what Elegant Escorts has. If you want to get laid cheaply by women with drug habits and missing teeth, Cartwright is your man.

She’d never understand why the music was so loud or why the people in it thought it was fun to drink until they got drunk off their faces then indulge in weird things, like making out in public or laughing obnoxiously loud. The bar was packed full of people as always, drinking and talking, and the temperature was already causing her to break out into a sweat. The Blue Phoenix, was the most popular bar in the area. It offered a variety of drinks and cocktails that were simply to die for. The Elites as well as the simple college students had offers for them. It was usually always packed to the brim especially on the weekend nights like these. Silver made her way to the back, where she could pu

he offered, already pulling his phone out, ready to contact someone to make the switch. “But this is the one we always go to,” Santana argued. “It has the waterfalls under the cold pool and thirty different temperature tubs.” “It’s really fine,” Jessica assured. “Honestly, the whole idea of a public bathhouse isn’t something I’m really comfortable with.” “Cultural differences,” Augustine said with a smile, and for the first time in days those words didn’t sound like they were mocking her. “Yeah, I guess so,” She agreed. “We’ll meet up with you later—” Kai started to tell Augustine, but Jessica shook her head.

THREE YEARS LATER…… The night was still young and many luxurious cars and reporters geared up with cameras and equipment at the gate to the Royal Phoenix Hotel. The Royal Phoenix Hotel was the most prominent in D.C. It had gabled roofs, large bay windows, and sculpted stonework lit like a palace in a storybook. The Golden West Age Group was throwing one of its famous soirées, and the city’s tycoons and social elites had come to glitter. A black Benz eased to a stop at the hotel entrance. Reporters squeezed forward, lenses clicking.

"Hey you, take down the banner at the entrance that says 'Wishing Mr. Angelo Winston a Happy 50th Birthday!' instead." Just as the hotel manager was going to proceed according to the young woman's instructions, she was stopped by Jate of course. "Stop! I have booked the Phoenix Hall for my dad's 50th birthday celebration. Who would have the audacity to take our venue?" Jate said cooly.

She hugged him. " Don't go again, please " She mumbled and Axion's heart unexpectedly skipped. LATER AT NIGHT Axion can be seen groaning in frustration while glaring at Phoenix, who was shivering. " You need to go take your bath, Phoenix " Axion groaned. " I can't. I'm scared. She might try to kill me in the bathroom. Please come with Axion " Phoenix said. Axion looked at her in disbelief. " You want me to watch you...bath...naked? " He asked just to be sure. Phoenix nodded firmly.

Stepping into the presidential suite on the top floor, Amber gave Alexander a knowing nod before helping the still-petrified Bermita into the en-suite bathroom for a much-needed hot shower to calm her nerves. "Mister Kane, everything's been handled," Aaron reported, standing before the coffee table and bowing slightly to Alexander, who was lounging on the couch. "If my timing's right, Coleman should be dead by now. The Quain family will be stirring. Aaron's eager to be of service to you, Mister Kane, but..." Still, there was a catch. The Phoenix Grand Hotel sat in the North District of Phoenix City, a world away from Twilight Avenue. Phoenix City's unspoken rules were clear: outsiders could

Am I one of those whores now? I’ve heard enough rumours and stories about the wants of human men, my mind immediately assumes shifters are ten times more depraved. The more possibilities I considered the more rapid my breathing became, my hands began trembling all over again. Martha saw my flustering panic and said soothingly, “it is a women only bathhouse at this time of day, designed to aid your recovery dear. You shall be brought back here after…if that is acceptable?”