Honor Among Cheaters

By Bad Penny Press

"The Next Chapter" A porn author sits in a near-vacant coffee shop, pecking at his laptop to finish a story, unaware that the next chapter is about to write itself.

"Long Overdue" It's either pay big money for a lost elementary school library book, or barter your way out of it.

"Resistance is Futile" A businessman working out of town finds that his hotel is also hosting a science fiction convention... and that an intergalactic temptress only has eyes for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Jul 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465739445

Bad Penny Press

The home of authors Donny Dickson, Donn Falcone, Ray O. Sunshine and more, Bad Penny Press provides hardcore erotica that doesn't necessarily cross the line, but proudly stomps all over it.Our most popular stories center around "family-friendly" erotica, where love and lust know no bounds, just respected limits, but keep it all in the family. And there are many stories of cross-generational gay and heterosexual encounters, those demonstrating that an age difference makes no difference when it comes to sexual hunger, are the current primary focus.Some Bad Penny Press stories spring from fertile imaginations, while a number of them are based upon true experiences. Rape and BDSM stories do not have a home here.Please enjoy Bad Penny Press in moderation. Aw, hell... take as much as you want!

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Honor Among Cheaters

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The Next Chapter

It was a slow night at the generic little 24-hour roadside coffee shop. I was sitting in a back corner booth, my preferred spot when I'm on the road and working on another writing assignment in a public place. With a deadline looming, I took advantage of any opportunity to commit some more words to my stories whenever possible.

This particular booth was actually one of those that takes over a corner where six or so people can all slide in together. It worked perfectly for me since no one would end up looking over my shoulder and bugging me about what I was doing, although it wouldn’t have mattered much since the place was nearly empty at this moment.

I had enjoyed a pretty decent plate of steak and eggs and was relaxing with some hot coffee. My empty plate still sat on the table, pushed aside to make room for my laptop computer. I checked the little clock in the bottom right hand of the computer screen: 12:15 AM.

My waitress, a nice looking lady maybe in her mid-thirties, didn't pay much attention to the empty plate but was doing a very good job of keeping my coffee cup filled to the brim with each pass she made by my table.

Hey, she said on one trip, not rudely but unusually casual for the circumstance, can I get you anything else, sir? A dessert menu, perhaps?

I thought about it for a moment.

Maybe a little later, I said. I plan on hanging around here for a bit, if that's okay with you. We'll see if I feel a little hungry again over time.

You can stay as long as you wish, the lovely lady replied kindly as she topped off my coffee yet again.

Thank you...

Suzanne, finished my auburn-haired waitress as she puffed out her already ample chest to bring her name tag into full view. Sure enough, the tag over her left breast read ‘My Name is Suzanne’. I was tempted to ask what her other breast’s name was, but passed on the opportunity just in case it might have an adverse impact on the good service I was receiving.

Thank you, Suzanne, I said.

It’s my pleasure, she said, warmly enough for me to believe it was. "Just let me know if