Crates on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Fetish World

Sat, 05 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000

“It’s time.”

“Coming.” Slipping into the jacket of her smart business suit, Trish glanced at the mirror and smiled. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all. Only three weeks until her fortieth birthday, and she could still turn heads. Still smiling, she turned and left her office.

“Ok, Gina, let’s go.” Nodding, her assistant fell in beside her. “Everything in place?”

“Pretty much,” Gina replied, eyes never lifting from the pad she carried in one hand. How, Trish wondered, can she do that all day without walking into things? “We did have one no-show at the Worm Race, but one of the instructors from the Wrap Academy offered to fill in, so we’re good.”

Postal Chess

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Beckett read the note again and chuckled. Bxc6. He stepped over to the board, moved James’ bishop to c6, and removed his own piece. He smiled. “Walk into my parlour,” said the spider to the fly.

Call it an affectation or nostalgia, a throwback to earlier, slower times, but he and James enjoyed their games of postal chess. Yes, it was expensive, but they were both in a position to afford the extra expense of this minor indulgence.

Girlies

Wed, 16 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Incoming.” The man dropped a sheaf of papers on the woman’s desk. “Three orders. Two Fifi’s, a Little Cindy, and a Baby Doll.”

“What? Now? It’s Friday and five o’clock for gosh sakes.”

The man shrugged. “The way it is. People put it off ’til the last minute, then want weekend delivery.”

“Well, we’re out of Cindy’s. I shipped the last one out Wednesday.”

“It came back. Hasn’t been restocked yet. I’ll go check it out. You call Courtney and make sure she’s on it.”

Means To An End

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Dawn had broken, crisp and fresh. Steam drifted out of men’s nostrils as they stood upon the line. Battle flickered in their eyes as they peered across the plains at the advancing host. “Draw your blades, and Stand!”, yelled the commander. These young roman soldiers had no experience in actual battle. All they knew was what they learned in basic training. Their wills hardened as their thoughts drifted to their women and children tucked behind the city walls. They had to hold off the barbarians or die trying. The things that had been heard about what these Huns did to the towns they sacked chilled the blood.

Caught in the Act

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – The sackings.

Trevor Lansdale was a difficult man to work with. He had been brought in to sort out the company. He had put it back on its feet, but God help anyone who crossed him. He would sack them without blinking and eyelid. He thought he was the bees knees. A right trendy type with long wavy black hair.

This day in particular, he was having a bad day, a very bad day indeed. Orders for the packing cases his firm made had been cancelled and he had to make up the loss of income or his fiddle would be found out. He had been siphoning some of the firm’s money into his own account. He had been clever. Not even the auditors had spotted his clever bookwork fraud.

The Catacombs 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter Six: “Pack your bags”

Outside, someone unzipped the outer chamber easily, and walked in. They were wearing work clothes, the name of some moving company on them. Chet noticed the sounds from where he was locked he was scared, but the oxygen they had pumped in had made him too high to care. One of the females took cutters to the chain holding him to the floor and Alai. Chet fell back onto the floor, naked save the collar and chain around his neck and blindfold on his head. The woman slit the long black leather glove that held his arms behind his back, and proceeded to wrap his arms separately in some thin black plastic.