"YOU CAME"I had just arrived minutes earlier in Miami Beach's number one strip club, 'The Pink Pussy' and one look at Nicole and you understood why it...was number one and how it lived up to its name.At twenty-three she was at the height of her beauty and exuded a sexuality that was overpowering, undeniable... even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the attention I was receiving.She was about five foot seven but her upright. ??What???Yes, forever mine...?Tom struggled against his shackles as he felt he had to try. But in fact there was nothing he wanted more right then than be the property of this beautiful woman. Regardless though, the reality was that he had no way of physically stopping the girls from permanently marking him as ‘Katie’s’.Not hearing any real protest, Katie kissed him on the lips until they both needed air and then clipped back out of the cell. An hour later and Jess was sat on his chest, marking. One August night I woke to the sound of Dave Mathiews, playing at near concert-volume outside my window. I like the music, but at four AM on a work night all it did was piss me off. I peeled the bedsheet off of my body and, without my glasses, made my way to the kitchen window to see what the hell was going on.Through the window I could see the offending party, a car parked parallel to the chain link fence. In half-sleep I could make out a motion through the car window, kind of a blur, as if. She’s five-foot-three, with a thick but firm body that commands a prolonged look every time she glides through a room. Mandy used to work in the local bank, so I had a lot of banking to do back then. Why use the ATM when I could walk up to her teller’s window and spend a few minutes gazing into her eyes? I cashed so many checks, that one day she said, “I can order you an ATM card and save you having to write a check.”“Oh, I have one already,” I said with a smirk.Whenever I walked out of the.