Amelia settled into the back of her Uber, adjusting her glasses before pulling her Iphone from her clutch and dialing her friend Marie, who answered quickly. “I’m on the way now,” Amelia declared, putting her friend on speaker. She glanced at the driver, who according to Uber was named Maruf; an older middle eastern man, he paid Amelia no attention as he weaved through early evening traffic. Let’s see how long that lasts,...

It was just past eleven as I dismounted my motorcycle and walked up to the front door of “San Garibaldi’s Own” Club Naw-Tee. Judging by the cars in the parking lot, I guessed the joint was only moderately busy; I liked timing my entrance to catch the early crowd leaving, and the later partiers just arriving. Louie nodded at me. “Sir,” he said quietly in that mashed-potato voice of his, holding the door as he eyed the drun...

She was gripping the little black purse fiercely, like she expected it to leap from her hand, frightened of how sexy its owner looked in the new dress. Even though I’d seen her put on this glorious spaghetti strap bodycon not half an hour ago, I was still blown away by the deep cleavage the bodice created with the help of her ample breasts. She was a coke bottle encased in strappy silk the color of pink champagne. Wispy s...