'Salt and pepper?' 'I'll bring some over, sir. Any sauces?' 'Ketchup, please darling.' He gave me that look. That look that they all have that ends by drifting from my face down to my chest and as I walk away I can feel his eyes staring at my rear. The uniform we're made to wear … Continue reading BON APPÉTIT
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There's Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He's trusted enough to organise the AGM. He's … Continue reading ROXY
Iain Kelly 