by Saira Viola art by Dan Reece Chapters 1-6 Chapter 7 “Come in, please sit down” Richard was being as pleasant as his money mouth would allow. “I understand you are a business man and property magnate in Mumbai is that right?” “Yes…I have lots of what you might call […]
by Saira Viola When he told me he’d made love To someone else on that old sofa Mottled with flies I thought my world was over A petite busty babe Long hair and smiling eyes He didn’t wait More than one date To penetrate her deep. ‘It’s not serious’ he said, ‘But […]
by Saira Viola Clock Work Porn (song) She was a rubber love doll with a fake bake glow And blow -fish lips Her leather zipped hips Straddled the night with a P A Y -ME -Now Viper slut scowl She had grunge hot hair and a kitten whipped stare That lured them in […]
by Saira Viola Elegant thugs and Escort girls With boudoir secrets to sell the world Celebrity sleaze and corporate greed Sold for six figures to a magazine Designer labels and fast food for sale Grab a life from a bargain rail A chemical peel or lipo plan You need wrinkle […]
by Saira Viola She only existed under the neon swirl of Broadway Between 42nd and 9th: A super billboard of iconic luxury, She was the freckled faced beauty of Ralph’s Americana. College cute, the world is safe in Polo dreams and monogrammed elegance. Her blue-ribbon smile cut with Woodberry pluck, and her cinema curls sprayed […]
read chapters 1-3 by Saira Viola art by Brendan Burrow Crack Apple & Pop Chapter 4 Enter: March Aloysius Clarence a Jamaican Elder, an original Yardie gangster, now CEO and Operations Director of one of the most feared criminal enterprises in South London. Don March was a boom boom shake […]
art by Brendan Burrow by Saira Viola CRACK APPLE & POP “Superman don’t need no seat belt.” – Muhammad Ali Chapter 1 The gut wrenching screech of a siren: emergency lights and a swerve of brakes. An ambulance pulls up on the West side of the street opposite a Shell garage. […]
By Saira Viola Nikki was a five and dime hustler. She had a fake-bake glow, red fish lips, and the kind of hips that can straddle a 6 foot mobster on ice. Her dreams stapled with 20 dollar bills and those cheap throwaway thrills a man gets when he feels […]
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