“I think it's great." Malcolm extended his hand outward, “And what's the title mister director?"

“Oh Paul thought then clapped his hands, “Mom wants the real thing “Brilliant!" Malcolm reached across the coffee table and gave him a high five.

"Kid, you could have a future as a script writer in this biz." “No, he'll be a one shot wonder and stay in school." I pointed out.

“That's a yes?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes." I answered, at this point influenced as much by the growing puddle in my panties as any type of common sense. Paul's description had me planning on fucking him the second Malcolm left.

“Excellent!" Malcolm was all smiles, “So two movies and I will draw something up for you to sign assuring you nothing will ever be made public about who you are and my video is never to be shown anywhere." “Fine.” I nodded.

“We'll do mine....maybe this weekend?"

I told him.

“Sunday works."

“Great, then we'll plan the other." He laughed, “Paul, I love your idea, we're going with it."

“I can see it now!" Paul put his hands up and spread apart as if reading a sign, "Mom wants the real thing! Starring Molly Minx in her final role."

“Again, kid you got the knack for this." Malcolm told him “And co-starring in his first and only roll, the soon to be legendary..." “Don't you dare say it." I warned him.

“Paulie Pounder!"

He clapped his hands and looked at Malcolm, who shook his head, “Paul? “You love it, right?" he put his hand up for another high five.

“Listen to your mother kid, stay in school."

Author's Note: Well if you made it to the end, congratulations, hope it was worth it for you. feel free to check out this new story in the next chapter

NEW STORY TITLE: THE WARLOCK AND THE WIZARDESS (Feisty wizardess needs a favor from her warlock ex...)

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Anal sex and group sex are major themes throughout this series,. Think of this as a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them!

Enjoy! see

Moving briskly in the shadows as if hiding from the moonlight, a hooded figure turned the corner into a narrow smelly alley leading to the most dilapidated slum of the most glorious city in the Empire.

A passer-by glancing at the fine cloth and exquisite embroidery of the ample gray cape enveloping the mysterious individual from head to toe could easily guess that the person was a human, and a well-off one at that. Still, the figure didn't seen to be out of place in the poorest, worst part of the Capitol. Ignoring filthy beggars and cheap whores, dodging staggering drunks and the occasional raging gambler down on his luck, the cloaked form proceeded rapidly into the bowels of the derelict neighborhood.

After being forced to sidestep and sprint away from a sequence of attempts at murder with intent of robbery perpetrated in three different alleys by three equally pathetic dagger-wielding ruffians, the hooded figure eventually stopped in front of a battered-looking building that, like every other structure in sight, seemed to stand only because it was pinned in place by the adjacent, similarly ill-maintained edifices. Letting out a resigned sigh, hoping that the house wouldn't choose that precise moment to give up on its monumental struggle to survive and just crumble down in a shower of debris, the mysterious individual pushed the door open and stepped inside the building.

Once the door creaked closed, obliterating even the pale radiance of the moon outside, there was a moment of complete darkness. Then, ten feet above the floor, two red glowing orbs appeared in front of the hooded wanderer. A deep gravelly voice boomed out, reverberating from all around the darkened room.

“Who dares violate this sanctum of the Dark Arts?"

A flash of greenish flames danced like wildfire across the stone floor, illuminating the bestial bulk of a horned demon towering over the hooded intruder. The enormous black sword that the creature wielded, coupled with the unholy mixture of bull and wolf and ram all reshaped into the blasphemous semblance of a gigantic humanoid form, identified the demon as a Dread Praetorian, a member of the hellish race of monstrous brutes usually summoned by warlocks to serve as soldiers or personal bodyguards.