Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 3
In Volume 3, Vicky Valentine discovers clues to a beloved friend’s whereabouts in a New Orleans bookstore. An impromptu bookshelf dalliance leads to a flight to Seoul, South Korea. Vicky descends into Seoul’s pulsing underworld with lipstick temptations, lovers abound, and assassins sent to kill her. Bewitched, Vicky falls for a transsexual nightclub singer who gives new meaning to “Drop dead gorgeous.” Vicky enlists the help of a sexy Interpol agent, brings a handsome stud into a Korean love motel, and discovers a terrible surprise in a nightclub’s washroom. With betrayal around every corner, will K-pop best Vicky once and for all?
*Warning: This is a serialized story with massive cliffhangers.
Includes: bisexual, cunnilingus, cream pie, exotic dancer, fellatio, fingering, ft, glory hole, hermaphrodite, interracial, mf, missionary, oral, sixty-nine, shemale, suicide girls, swallow, transexual
Print Length: 53 pages
Type: Cliffhanger Story In A Series (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
Table of Contents
Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures Volume 3 (Excerpt)
My “tic-tac” comment hangs in the air.
A Mexican standoff ensues. But it won’t last long. It never does.
I scan the motley characters that might inspire terror in a lesser woman, but I remain calm. Escaping no-win situations is my bread and butter.
In front of me, Don Diab, the master magician, maintains his position with hand to chin in thoughtful repose, waiting several seconds as tension builds in the ghastly club, Le Malaise.
To my left, the Lady Minx waits with her gigantic chauffeur, the Blind Tiger. Minx, with her fake Creole accent and mysterious intentions, takes a step backward. The Blind Tiger still withholds my firearm. Whose side are they on?
On the table, Mr. Jonathan Crepax breathes calmly. With his handsome cock, he appears surprisingly serene for a man who might have his family jewels nibbled on by aquatic rodents. Penetrated by a centenarian cock-smoker would be a horrid fate. How many Cupid’s itchy-scratchies does this warlock carry? 800 years is a long time to take the Hershey Highway without a hitch.
Standing next to me, True flashes her disarming smile. I wish her fate could be brighter, like the “2.5 kids and picket fence” shit. I know better. She made her choice long ago.
Around us, fifty fleshbots with wriggling avian pacifiers pause like statues. Lining the exits, twelve bodyguards also wait. They resemble muscle-head faggots from gay porn pretending to be macho. On the outer ring, a couple zombie pooches, undead monkeys, and countless other hidden monstrosities prowl in the shadows. Mindless abominations lurk everywhere waiting for their master’s bidding.
To round out the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, I stand ready for anything. Miss Victoria Valentine, with my loudmouth swagger and my penchant for shit luck, I wait for the inevitable battle to erupt.
Smoke drifts across the space between us.
No idea where it comes from but it makes me remember the Private Dancer club in Portland. Feeling inspired, I take a step forward with eyes raised to the lighting above to evoke the striptease gods. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I can’t stop. Danger makes me do strange things. Before I know it, I begin one of my signature dance routines. My hips sway to music only I hear. I bring up my hands and intertwine my fingers into a make-believe gun. I close my eyes. My body sways back and forth getting into an erotic rhythm. I sense all the players who probably wonder if I’ve gone bat-shit crazy. I push doubt from my mind and fall into sensual zone. As I undulate my hips, I move the make-believe gun in a semicircle pretending to take aim at the onlookers. I break my left hand free from my right, and as I turn seductively, my thumb makes the “pow-pow” gesture at random villains.
Hot lead doesn’t fill my body yet, so I continue the dance. I take a step to the right and shift my balance to one leg, and I whip the imaginary pistol down in a violent motion, like I’m hitting someone. Then, my hip snaps back and it juts out at an almost impossible angle. Not missing a beat, I shift my weight forward, push my ass out, and let my tits hang low as I rock my pelvis back and forth.
My pussy perks up. That tingle starts down there again.
To Be Continued…
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If you’re interested in a Vicky bundle instead of a standalone story, please head over to our Longreads page and check out Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures: Volumes 1 – 4 (Collection + Bonus Prequel).
