Unbirth

Warden was uneasy. It wasn’t about the execution itself—god knows he oversaw too many of them, and as inhuman as it sounded, he was no longer bothered. It wasn’t about the secrecy either—the situation was what it was, and you either went along with it, or ended up on the other side of that big window. Still, something felt more wrong than usual. Part of it must have been the man who joined him on this occasion - or rather, the person who sent him. The little, restrained, perpetually smiling man sat straight, holding his briefcase filled with strange tools in his lap and sharing his attention between the monitoring screens and the preparations happening on the other side, calm and unflinching, like a lizard. ...

Emma, Christine & Rouszanna were all regulars at the Host Nightclub, renowned for attracting the most beautiful women in town. Many models picked up work there, so it was the place to be seen. The three girls were all part-time models themselves, friends that were always trying to compete against each other for the best clothes and jobs that often come from the Host. Emma was a pretty brunette, Christine a statuesque blonde and Rouszanna a sultry redhead – all were over 6 foot with large breasts and slick pussies as appropriate. ...

Jeremy walked along the campus path with Daryl still trying to get him to agree to the date. “C’mon man. This won’t work unless I can get someone for her friend. I told her I would find someone to double. Everyone else is working. You’re my last chance.” “Look, Jer, I feel for ya, honestly, but I said `No’.” “Why not?” “I…I have my reasons.” “Name one good one.” “All right I didn’t want to say it, but that Kali girl freaks me out.” ...