So these are the last excerpts before the ebook THE PLAYER is released, and I thought I’d start with the scene where Harlow puts on her old costume from Carnival. I decided to do a quick edit in order to keep it clean enough to put on this site (I’d rather not use an 18 and over rating):
“Do you still have your outfit?”
“It’s around here somewhere. I don’t know why I kept it. There was a time I really could’ve used the money if I’d sold it. I guess it brings back memories, because winning that contest was one of the high points of my life.”
“I wish I could’ve seen you back then.” He was sprawled on her bed with one of his long legs cocked up while the other was diagonal, his heel along the mattress edge. The way his legs were divided gave her a clear view of what lay heavy and thick between his thighs . . .
After what seemed like an eternity of getting hollered at because he kept trying to peek, she told him to open his eyes.
And what he saw, it was . . . it was beyond words. She was beyond words.
There were green feathers, diamonds – at least he thought they were diamonds – they could’ve been that other stuff women wear to make outfits like that sparkle. Whatever the hell they were, the little buggers really popped in just the right places. Her headdress was adorned with feathers and silvery, shiny little beads also. Fuck. Why couldn’t he recall what those things were? All he knew was what stood before him, dressed like the women in the comic books he liked to read as a kid, her body curvy and soft and spilling out of a very skimpy superhero outfit like it was painted on. God, she was beautiful. So gorgeous, that his dick reacted in a salute.
“Would you like to see how I danced?” Harlow’s voice was practically a purr.
Kyle licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh yes, I’d like that very much.”