Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 2
In Volume 2, Vicky Valentine and True continue their bisexual escapades through Utah. First, the desirable duo seduces two strangers. Next, they play in a kitschy Salt Lake City motel room. Later in New Orleans, they meet a mysterious voodoo mistress and her blind chauffeur. After a lickety-split ménage à trois, the voodoo mistress leads Vicky to an underground club called Le Malaise. Without warning, Vicky faces an undead army and their diabolic master, but will Vicky survive to fight another day?
*Warning: This is a serialized story with massive cliffhangers.
Includes: anal, bisexual, cunnilingus, ff, fff, group, horror, interracial, lesbian, menage, paranormal, ritual, sex club, strap-on, suicide girls, supernatural, threesome
Print Length: 48 pages
Type: Cliffhanger Story In A Series (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 2 (Sample)
Shit happens.
In a blur of movement, we act simultaneously.
I fire at David because he’s the more dangerous threat.
He’s thrown off balance by a shot to his shoulder. He fires but his bullet clips my ear as it slams into a shitty seascape on the wall. I hear the painting fall to the ground behind me.
Shorty yanks True back attempting to break her neck.
True has other ideas. She grabs his testicles violently. A horrid sound of flesh shredding fills the room, as she rips his balls from his body. Red liquid spews in all directions and he lets out a bloodcurdling roar.
A moment of stunned silence ensues. Did that just happen? No time to think about it. I grab my ear thinking David shot me in the head. Blood runs down my cheek. David discovers the slug in his shoulder and screams. Shorty laughs nervously not understanding that he’s in shock and that True clutches his severed balls in her hand. Blood drizzles the carpet. True joins Shorty’s laughter because she realizes that she took his junk permanently.
My only thought remains the wellbeing of my friend. Not caring whether I have a slug in my brain or not, I react first. I fire two quick shots. The first clips David’s other shoulder. He whirls like a ballerina. The second bullet blows half his head off. He never gets a return shot as his body crumples to the ground.
Stunned to see his friend’s brains splattered over the wall, Shorty tries to get at me but stops. He finally realizes his testicles are gone and he’s bleeding out.
He screams, “YOU DUMB BITCH! YOU… YOU FUCKIN’… B-BITCH… T-T-TOOK MY BA—”
Before finishing his thought, he collapses to the bed. He makes a futile attempt to keep his blood inside but it trickles out over his fingers. His face recalls a fish gasping for oxygen. Like a man knowing each pump brings him one step closer to bye-bye, he’s running out of juice.
I take a step forward and put a bullet in his head. Better to put him out of his misery.
The room falls silent. In shock, True whispers, “Was that necessary?”
“Was tearing his balls off necessary? No, it wasn’t, but that’s what we had to do. It was us or them. Now, gather your shit. Everyone within a hundred miles heard this. We need to bolt. Fast.”
As we grab our clothes and dress hastily. I take a quick glance at the dead G-men and the Rorschach prints spreading from their heads. Not five minutes ago we were partying like swingers. Now, two men have lost their lives and we’re in deeper shit than ever.
Shit just happens, I guess.
Despite the carnage and our need to get the fuck out, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of eroticism and death that permeates the room. I grab True and kiss her full on the lips. There’s nothing like a little sex and death to get the motor running. I reach down with my free hand to unzip her fly.
To Be Continued…
If you want to read the bundled neo-noir erotic collection, please check out Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures: The Bundle or for a print collection see Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures: Volumes 1 – 4 (Collection + Bonus Prequel). Vicky also has a few more free stories HERE.
