Private Dancer
By
Vertigo
You know, this one is not one of those short, gratuitous read. Not at all. It’s a rather long story with developed characters and interesting plot line.
"Plot line?!", you say. Yes indeed. As a matter of fact, if we are to get technical, a real true sex scene doesn’t happen till chapter 14 here.
Oh-ho-ho, but beware, gentle reader. Once you do get to it, you will be verrrry, very glad you were patient enough. The one thing I will tell you about Vertigo, not only does she know how to write a sex scene, and write it *well*, but she also does it with candor not found anywhere else. I mean, come on.
If you’ve just spent whole night shagging like animals and going through your toys collection, you are bound to a) smell not so pleasantly the next morning, and b) be sore in places you didn’t think could be made sore by overexertion.
I could tell you that dialogue is one of the best I’ve read, I could tell you the setting of the story (it being a titty bar) is very nice, but in the end it all comes down to sex. And there’s plenty. Of sex. Between attractive women. Involving latex implements of the strap-on kind. Oh, momma…
Go read it. And if you *are* impatient (and I can understand that), go straight (heh) to chapter 14 and indulge yourself.