Erotica Unleashed

By T A Malone

Five sultry short stories of love, lust, and sensual exploration set in world views that are sometimes commonplace, often magical, and even supernatural, but mostly they are whimsical for mature adults. In Kayla Unleashed, Kayla Porter is a gifted dance student who wants to study in Paris, but she can’t afford the ticket...until she meets Leo. In Porn Stars Unleashed, Devon Nichols has bragging rights to starring in one adult film while he was in college, and though it was a glorious experience, it’s time to fess up to his bride to-be. In Adriana Unleashed, Adriana Bruno, a 30-something college student, has a mad crush on her teacher who has a rule against getting involved with his students. In The Queen Unleashed, Naomi Queen has been around a long time, a few centuries, at least, and she prefers women, one in particular who’s in dire peril from an ex husband with murder on his mind. In The Guitar Player Unleashed, Ella’s had her share of problems with men, which has resulted in low self-esteem and a lack of confidence...until a guitar player plays her a tune that unleashes her carnal desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TWB Press
• Release date: Aug 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9781959768234

T A Malone

T. A. Malone kept a journal while attending Saul High School in Philadelphia, and he took several writing courses at Kutztown University of Pennsylvania. He then used his writing skills to develop his professional career in Texas as a corporate manager/trainer and teacher. A good friend once told him to start writing, but he didn’t heed her sage advice. However, when he tore his left quadriceps muscle, forcing him to stay at home, he decided to write his first novel.A proud husband and father of two, Malone hopes to leave an indelible mark on the world of erotic fiction.

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Erotica Unleashed

By

T. A. Malone

Copyright by T. A. Malone 2023

Published by TWB Press at Smashwords

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Edited by Terry Wright

Cover art by Terry Wright

ISBN: 978-1-959768-23-4

Table of Contents

Kayla Unleashed

Porn Stars Unleashed

Adriana Unleashed

The Queen Unleashed

The Guitar Player Unleashed

About the Author

Novels from T. A. Malone

Kayla Unleashed

Kayla Porter stared out the lone window in Madame Angela Bernard’s small yet impeccably neat office. While the Madame was prattling on about something she considered important, Kayla’s attention was locked on the spectacular panorama from behind the woman’s rather plain desk. It was an uninterrupted view of the north end of campus with the city’s skyline as a backdrop.

She simply loved it, for it reminded her that she’d achieved her goal of studying dance, and she got to do it in her favorite city.

New York.

She smiled and thanked the heavens for helping her achieve yet another goal. She always wanted to live in the big city, and there was no bigger city than New York.

However, Paris came in a close second.

Kayla achieved another goal when she applied for and was accepted to a prestigious dance workshop lasting eight weeks over the summer. She was just waiting for her favorite, yet most critical professor to tell her the good news.

You owe four hundred dollars. And, by the way, is your butt getting bigger?

The insult snapped Kayla out of her daydream. What? Four hundred? How? My scholarship doesn’t pay it?

This trip to Paris is a privilege your scholarship does not cover. I’m afraid you must pay your own way.

I have the insurance money from—

Can it get here by Monday?

Monday? I thought the deadline was—

"Lundi."

Kayla knew that once the striking, yet sometimes cold, woman started speaking her native tongue, arguing would be futile and possibly detrimental to her future as a dancer.

Swiftly, she searched her brain for a quick solution. The first thing that came to mind was dusting off her fuck-me pumps and dancing around a pole. Maybe Madame didn’t care for her big booty, but men sure did. She could earn four hundred dollars in one night. The thing was, her father hated it when she pole-danced for tips, and now that he was watching her from heaven, there was no way she’d go back to stripping.

Then the Madame looked at her with a wry smirk plastered on her smug face. Why are you still here? Is there something else you wish to discuss?

Kayla was about to say no, but instead she said, I’ll get the money.

"Of course you will, Cherie. Hopefully, while you find the money, you’ll find a gym. Au revoir."

Kayla frowned at the older woman’s mocking tone. It was the same tone she used during rehearsal when Kayla nailed a difficult routine on her first attempt. It was a good effort, the witch said after the entire class gave her a standing ovation. Your jump might have been better if your thighs weren’t so heavy.

I’ll see you Monday. Kayla wanted to slap the smirk off her face. Instead she snatched up her bag, stormed out of the office, and slammed the door. Then she opened it back up. I’m sorry, she said then closed it gently.

Madame shook her head before she picked up her desk phone and dialed a familiar number. She started to speak as soon as he accepted the call.

She’s ready, she said and hung up.

***

Kayla could tell the loan manager liked her.

Yes, that should be all we need, James Guerra said. They were sitting on opposite sides of his plain tan metal desk in a soulless bank with plain white walls.

He was far from plain. His royal blue pants with matching tie and a crisp white shirt looked freshly pressed. His smile was perfect, and his cologne was nice. Yet all Kayla wanted from him was a yes.

A yes to her loan.

She figured if she borrowed a little money, she could pay it back with the life insurance money her father left her. She sighed, as his death five months ago still hung heavy on her heart. She was just beginning to sleep for more than a couple of hours. She missed him, and sometimes the pain was all she knew.

But not today. Today she could not be sad. She took her time and crossed her legs when he glanced at her while his fingers danced along the keyboard.

Great. We are now processing your application. And I must say that is a lovely sweater you are wearing. Is it cashmere?

No. She caught a glimpse of herself in a wall mirror behind Guerra’s desk. Her favorite oversized blue knit sweater brought her comfort. Her goal was within reach, and there was no way the lack of a lousy four hundred dollars was going to stop her from going to Paris.

After you get this loan and pay it off with your insurance check, I’m sure your credit will be much better. He gave his best fake laugh. This was about the fifth time he’d mentioned the insurance check. Kayla was beginning to wonder if he wanted her business or just the check.

Uh, oh, he said.

What?

I’m afraid your loan has been denied. He waved his hand. Don’t worry about it. I have a buddy in the personal loan department at headquarters. He dialed a number on his desk phone. I got you, he said with a wink.

Kayla surprised herself when she winked back.

Hi, Ray, my man, what’s shakin’? Naw, just gonna chill at the house. I’ve partied every weekend this month. Gotta recharge the batteries. Sure, sure. Come on by. Hey, I got a customer and you guys denied her...yeah...Porter. What? But she’ll have the money...come on, bro. Do me a solid and approve this. The check will be legit. I talked to the insurance company and saw her father’s death certificate. Dude, come on. I’m one loan behind my quota, and...ok...yeah...I got it. Yeah. Thanks. He hung up the phone. Asshole.

Why was I denied?

They say you don’t make enough money, and even though you have that check coming, it’s not here today, and well...today is all they care about.

If I had the check today, I wouldn’t need a loan.

Ironic, huh?

Kayla looked down at her blue and white shoes. What can I do? She stood and did all she could to keep her tears at bay. She took his outstretched hand and immediately thought it was far too soft for a man’s hand. Thanks.

Perhaps we could have some coffee or maybe a drink sometime?

N-no...thank you. Her voice cracked as she retrieved her well-worn brown overcoat, shoved her hat on her head, and dashed out the doors.

As soon as she stepped outside, a sudden gust of wind snatched the hat off her head. She cursed as she reached for it, but a quick hand grabbed it in mid-air.

Here you are, a man said. He wore faded blue jeans, white sneaks, and a black leather jacket.

Thank you, she replied, taking the hat from him. As she sloppily placed it on her head she noticed her every move was under his intense scrutiny. Stare much, was what she wanted to say, but all she managed was Uh...

"Pardon moi Mademoiselle for staring. You are simply beautiful."

You’re too kind. She started to walk away as her cheeks heated, but her newfound admirer stepped in her way.

Leo is my name, and Leo simply must know yours.

She smirked. Uh...hi, Leo. He had said his name as if he was expecting applause.

His laugh was genuine. So shy and so sweet. Leo likes you and must shoot you.

She took a step back. Sh-shoot me?

Oh, darling, no. You misunderstand. Surely you have heard of Leo, no, the famous fashion photographer?

Kayla felt her face redden. Sorry, but I’m not really into fashion.

Trust me, Leo is very good, and now Leo has a job for you, Miss..?

K-Kayla, and I must regretfully decline your offer.

"Did you just tell Leo no? Oh, Cherie. No one tells Leo no. so tell me how much?"

What?

How much do you want Leo to pay you to model for Leo?

Sir, I don’t model, I dance. And no offense, but you might be some famous photographer, but you could also be a pervert.

Oh, Yes. Leo is both. He pursed his lips as he gently took her chin into his hand. You are exquisite, such pretty alabaster skin and stunningly sexy girl-next-door ponytail and this long sexy braid hanging to the left. Oh, and Leo simply loves the braid. Hmm, hmm...and despite this coat, Leo thinks your body is...how they say... bangin’? Is Leo right?

I go to the gym and dance every day.

Such modesty and innocence. Yes, Leo must shoot you no matter how much money you need. He absently trailed his thumb along her jawline, while his gaze ignited a lustful flame. Then he dropped his hand, and Kayla had to catch her balance. He took out a business card. Here, darling. This is Leo’s address. Be there by eight tomorrow morning. Dress comfortable. Oh, and be sure to write a dollar amount for our time together on the back. Leo is thinking maybe four hundred dollars. He held out the card to her.

Four hundred dollars? Is this some kind of divine intervention? Her heart thumped with excitement as she reached out for the card.

But he snatched it away. Wait. How old are you?

I just turned 19.

Jealous lover?

Actually, no.

He smiled and offered her the card again. Even better.

What makes you think I’ll come? She took the card.

He turned and walked away. Eight sharp, he shouted over his shoulder. Leo does not like it when you are late.

***

The next morning, Kayla stood in front of a dull grey building which bore the address on the front of Leo’s card. You have got to be kidding, she muttered.

It was an old warehouse converted into loft apartments. The management proudly touted how state of the art the refurbished building was and how it was the best of its kind around. It seemed to be the only structure left standing in the rundown neighborhood.

She reached out but hesitated to ring the bell. Her mind imagined a number of scenarios which could happen once she went inside. And no matter how salacious her thoughts got, each fantasy she conjured ended with her getting the money without losing her virginity.

She took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, she heard a buzzing noise and pulled on the handle of a pale green metal door.

As she entered the building, she felt her legs weaken. Leo stood at the top of a narrow staircase, wearing only a pair of jeans. A camera hung from a lanyard around his neck, and he held a clipboard in his left hand.

Leo knew you would come.

She reached the top of the stairs and noticed a fine sheen of sweat on his lean, muscular frame. I need the money.

He handed her the clipboard that held a single sheet of paper. Just sign here.

She jotted down her name in impeccable cursive and handed it back to him.

"Merci. Now, Leo will take your coat, backpack, and cell phone."

She thought to protest, but his smile disarmed her. The backpack contained her pole-dancing outfit, in case it came to that, and she didn’t expect anyone to call.

It’s the rules. Leo doesn’t want his pictures revealed to the world until Leo says so. Besides, you just signed saying you agreed to an NDA.

Kayla shrugged and took off her coat and handed it and her backpack to him along with his business card. My phone is in my right coat pocket.

He laughed as he read the figure she’d written on the back of the card. Leo knows you are worth far more than this meager amount.

That meager amount will get me to Paris. You couldn’t afford me if I wrote what I’m truly worth.

Leo laughed as he led her inside. Right away she was impressed with the spacious apartment that consisted of a single large living room. One half of the room was dimly lit, while the other was a brightly lit kitchen area complete with a small breakfast nook set before a large floor-to-ceiling window.

What a view, Kayla said. You can see downtown, and the Statue of Liberty.

Yes, Leo got lucky. He set her belongings on a plush leather sofa. I have family with...how you say...connections, no? Now that Leo can see your body, and is quite sure it has gotten you many connections, ah, Oui?

No. I’m a little shy.

How can you be shy and dance in front of others?

She shrugged. Dancing sets me free regardless of how many people are around. Just give me a song and a stage and let me fly.

Leo is going to enjoy shooting you. He held up the camera and started taking photos. By the way, Madison simply loves you.

Who’s Madison? Kayla smiled for the camera.

Leo looked surprised, but before he could answer, a voice sounded from behind her. The camera, love.

She turned around to face a heavily muscled black man with a thick Cockney accent and a fresh military haircut. He named it after his favorite adult starlet.

The man looked absolutely magnificent in a pair of grey boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the outline of his manhood. He stood in the once dark, now brightly lit portion of the apartment. The sexy