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There has been radio silence here for a while now, but it has been for good reason. I thought that I would explain myself and give you all a little bit of something to look forward to.

First things first, and I suppose this could be seen as “bad” news, the official sequel to Poker Night, IN THE LIGHT OF DAY, will no longer see its release in December. This is because so many other projects have begun to take shape that require my attention and there will be no half assing the next book. I really appreciate the fans Poker Night has gotten and you guys deserve the best book, not a rushed one. I want it to be right and it will be. That said, at this time, I don’t know when that will be. But do know that when it does drop, it will blow you away. There are some new characters coming, and some of them are so wild they make Ian and Marla look like church choir members.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, it will be worth the wait.

Now, in lieu of the sequel coming, there are two shorter stories that will be delivered much sooner.

Many of you read here about Poker Night’s publisher pulling the plug on INVINCIBLE: a POKER NIGHT novelette, and you may have read some of the chapters of that book that were posted here. Well, that wasn’t the only one that go rejected…

So did this one. A short story about Leslie’s escapades shortly after the events of Poker Night ended at the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Ventura was summarily rejected for being too dirty as well. How Poker Night made it past their sensors I’ll never know. I also realize that there is no way In The Light Of Day will make it through either as it makes the events of Poker Night seem like glee club in comparison. Henceforth, I will be seeking a new publisher. Again, something I do not want to rush. However, these two books will be delivered early in the new year so keep your eyes peeled, whet your dirty appetites and keep telling your friends and neighbors about Poker Night until In The Light Of Day shows up to rock your worlds.

Now, the reason for all of this delay is a very good one. I have been working to bring several projects to light for some time and it seems that the hard work is paying off. A producer has optioned a script I wrote for one Miss Kate del Castillo called HEART OF THE ASSASSIN, so that is picking up momentum.

But the main thing happening is a little script entitled HERE & NOW. A small little movie with a lot of heart. I’ve managed to assemble an amazing cast: Tara Reid, Denise Boutte, Jasper Cole, Alicia Minshew, Jennifer Elise Cox, Luis Moncada, Ralph Cole, Jr. and little ole me. We are honing in on an incredible director and looking to shoot in the spring of 2013.

And speaking of that Jennifer Elise Cox, whom you probably remember as Jan in The Brady Bunch movies, she became so enamored with our favorite “dirty book” that I am in the process of something very clever… a Poker Night movie. Kind of. Basically, Jennifer will star in a film that I am currently writing that will be loosely based on Poker Night, however, where Poker Night goes dark and desperate, the movie will go funny. It’s a very interesting twist and one that I think you guys are gonna dig. The book will feature prominently in the film as well so that will be fun. And unlike Poker Night, we are working on an orgy scene that should be hysterical.

So there it is folks. Books and movies, big stars and bigger dreams. But I want to thank everyone of you for taking the dirty ride and use this time to share it with your friends. Trust me, there is much more dirty to come.

May the smut be with you.

OCTOBER 23RD.

Today is Kate del Castillo’s birthday. She’s the good looking one in the picture above. I know I have talked about her before on this blog, how amazing she is, how supportive for the book she’s been.

Well, I’m gonna do it again.

Throughout my life, I have often taken notice of the things that people do that they don’t have to. It usually tells a lot about a person. I met Kate in the summer of 2011 on the set of a movie we were both in called K-11. Of course, she is the star of the film and I was a supporting player. The very first time I saw her in person, she was sitting all alone in a tiny little ball on the floor of the prison we were shooting the movie in, in full character make up and her baggie prison blues. I had seen her on Weeds years before as Pilar and figured she was just going over her lines and left her alone. She seemed pensive, focused and serene.

The first time I shot a scene with her in it, it was a completely different story. The prison blues were gone and… well, I don’t want to give to much away, but suffice it to say that most of this male cast had a hard time speaking in her presence. In between takes, there was lots of talk about how insanely hot she was, but that was when she wasn’t around. When she shot the scene, and again, sorry but I don’t wanna give anything away here, but when she shot the scene, she was explosive. There’s no other way to say it. This tiny little quiet ball that I say yesterday had become a sexy, violent, powerful, dynamic, explosive force that had completely captivated the entire set. She was amazing. And intimidating.

So here she is, ripping it up and kind of scaring everybody by how fucking good she was. And looked. In the scene, she walks right past me, so for each take, she has to walk by me. Other actors keep whispering around me about how awesome she is and I keep joining in because, well, she is. Finally, I figure the ice has to be broken some how. After all, we were all going to be on this closed set together for a good while, we might as well all make friends.

Now I don’t know how many of you are Woody Allen fans, but I am a big one. I also do a terrible Woody Allen impression. So after one of the takes, I catch Kate’s eye line. In the scene, she is basically explaining to the cell block that she rules the roost and that anyone who has a problem with that will have even more serious problems.

So as Kate is resting from the scene and looks over at me, I go into my goofy Woody Allen thing. I can’t tell you what I say as it pertains too much to the scene. What I can tell you is that Kate stayed in character in response to me, reprimanding me like a boss before ending with, “And go get me a diet Coke, bitch!”

Everyone broke with laughter at this… and just to stay on the safe side, for the remainder of the shoot, I brought Kate a good number of diet Cokes.

We had a lot of fun on that shoot and everyone got comfortable with everyone else. Many of our background actors were Spanish speaking and fans of Kate and as we settled into shooting, I would see her sitting on a bunk with them, gabbing away in Spanish. It all sounded like “comalino somalino” to me at the time (which became a joke between us later on, I told her I spoke Spanish, she asked to hear it, I said “comalino, somalino”), but I saw how gracious and kind she was. Where many stars just disappear in between takes, Kate made herself part of the family that we were creating during the shoot.

She was also very playful. She stopped me on set one day out of the blue to thumb wrestle me. She’s got stronger hands than I imagined. But I still beat her. Then I beat her a second time.

Then she cheated.

I still don’t know how she does it, but she’s got this crazy pinky finger move where she twists her hand in a certain way, her pinky comes out of nowhere and conquers your thumb. That’s not how the game works. I called her out on it to everyone. She teased me for being a sore loser. I should’ve known then that I would end up viewing her as a sister.

We had wonderful conversations about acting and about health. Before shooting the film, I had been diagnosed with diabetes and high blood pressure. Kate learned this and sat me down about taking care of myself. “It doesn’t matter what you accomplish or what you are trying to do, without your health, you have nothing. Do what you need to do to take care of yourself.”

It wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before, but she made me feel like she cared. When your health is an issue, every person that cares matters to you. I got to see how funny she is. I asked her one day in the make up trailer, while delivering her daily diet Coke, if she had ever done any comedy.

"Very little. But not now. Not after K-11. I’ll never do a romantic comedy after people see this", she joked.

"Yeah you will. I’ll write you one", I replied in all seriousness.

And I did.

I don’t think she expected me too, but I did. We remained friends after and she graciously invited me into her home to work on several occasions. We learned about each others’ pasts, presents, and hopes for the future, our ups and downs. We talked, we laughed, we connected. She became mi hermana during those times. She taught me about her beautiful culture. I shared with her my ideas. We wound up collaborating on three different projects. I met her friends, she met my wife.

This photo of my wife Isis and Kate was taken at Casa Azul Cantina in Westwood, California right after a screening of Kate’s film “Colosio” at UCLA. She sat us at her table at the cantina and introduced me to professors who were authorities in the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema. She did this because I was working on creating a script about the life of Dolores del Rio for her portray Dolores. We sat with her good friend, Jessica Maldonado, entertainment correspondent for El Gordo y La Flaca on Univision.

By the way, Jessica’s pretty fucking awesome, too.

When Poker Night came out, Kate took to her Twitter and promoted the hell out of it. I mean, she did not let up. She told friends about it, she retweeted my tweets about it. She was like a proud sister.

That’s when I got to know her fans.

These beautiful people who carry such love and affection for her, and she for them. Each of them have pictures with her, and not just your average celebrity photo op pictures, these are personal pictures of Kate connecting with them, holding their gifts with them, wearing shirts that they have made for her, meeting their families.

Again, things Kate doesn’t have to do.

But because she does, she got damn near 1 million followers on Twitter, and an international following that will support her in anything she does. So since she talked about my book, they went to check it out. Now Kate’s fans have given me and the book their support on Twitter as well. People on Twitter like and literally so many more fans of Kate, have followed her example in Tweeting to me and about the book.

Again, something they didn’t have to do.

So not only do I appreciate Kate for who she is, I appreciate her fans for welcoming me into their fold as well.

For those of you who don’t know this, Kate del Castillo is kind of a big deal. She’s an international film and television star and an award winning actress. She’s a beauty icon around the world. She’s a bad ass. And she’s a busy business woman. She has no time for bullshit. Long spurts of time go by between when we get to see each other, but she finds ways to check in and be encouraging. I always thank her for it. She tells me to stop thanking her and that I rock. I’ll take it.

The last time I saw Kate was last Wednesday at a screening for K-11. She was in high demand with everyone there and her time was limited, but there was a moment where we got to laugh with one of the producers of the film about Poker Night. The producer said he hadn’t read it and Kate told him how much she enjoyed the book. I told her that I was working away on the sequel. She said, “Please hurry.” Will do.

Happy birthday, Kate. You rock.

Love,

Markus

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The Top 10 Writers Block Quotes

1. Writer’s block? I’ve heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isn’t a writer anymore. I’m sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living. ~Warren Ellis

2. I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer’s block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don’t. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done. ~Barbara Kingsolver

3. All writing is difficult. The most you can hope for is a day when it goes reasonably easily. Plumbers don’t get plumber’s block, and doctors don’t get doctor’s block; why should writers be the only profession that gives a special name to the difficulty of working, and then expects sympathy for it? ~Philip Pullman

4. I’ve often said that there’s no such thing as writer’s block; the problem is idea block. When I find myself frozen–whether I’m working on a brief passage in a novel or brainstorming about an entire book–it’s usually because I’m trying to shoehorn an idea into the passage or story where it has no place. ~Jeffery Deaver

5. You can’t think yourself out of a writing block; you have to write yourself out of a thinking block. ~John Rogers

6. There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write. ~Terry Pratchett

7. I haven’t had trouble with writer’s block. I think it’s because my process involves writing very badly. My first drafts are filled with lurching, clichéd writing, outright flailing around. Writing that doesn’t have a good voice or any voice. But then there will be good moments. It seems writer’s block is often a dislike of writing badly and waiting for writing better to happen. ~Jennifer Egan

8.Writer’s block doesn’t exist…lack of imagination does. ~Cyrese Covelli

9. Writer’s Block is just an excuse by people who don’t write for not writing. ~Giando Sigurani 

10. Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch. ~Lili St. Crow

INVINCIBLE CHAPTER — “The Weekend Starts Here.”

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Ah, Sunday. Your weekend is wrapping up, but Monica Flores’ is just beginning.

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May the smut be with you.

Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Markus Redmond

All rights reserved.

This book, nor portions thereof, cannot be reproduced or reprinted in any form whatsoever without the exclusive permission of the author.



THE WEEKEND STARTS HERE.

They watched her move in silent, shared awe. They had no choice. The way she swayed, the contours of her body were accentuated with every move. The strobe light flashing across her only added to the mesmerizing view she created. She turned and undulated until she was facing all three of them. They looked so helpless to her sitting together on the couch. Expectant, eager, entraced. With her.

Simon had a large open flat. It was a definitive bachelor pad. No separate rooms, just areas with different types of furniture. An area with a refrigerator, a microwave and the like. An area with bed and the like. An area with a couch, a television and the like. Huge poles ran all through the space, part of the structure of the building. Some of those poles had thick rope hanging from them. Monica was next to one such pole right now, swaying to the Fatboy Slim song “The Weekend Starts Here”. Simon had put it on when they arrived after a little trip to buy provisions. Monica had traded her cigarette in for the one hitter she smoked now, marijuana smoke bellowing out from her lips. She clasped the one hitter in between her teeth, grabbed the rope and let herself lean back. The movement arched her back and pushed her large, heavy breasts out. She looked back over at the three of them.

All sitting together, arms behind their backs and completely naked. Just as she had instructed.

Simon, gorgeous and hard, stared at her hungrily. Oscar was in a similar state of arousal, albeit with a look of discomfort on his face, most likely because of his proximity to the other two men. Next to him was Carlos. Despite the display of Monica dancing, he was the only one of the trio who wasn’t hard.  Of course, that was probably because of the orgasm he’d had on the drive over.

INVINCIBLE CHAPTER — “The Contest.”

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Ladies, have you ever wanted to see how a potential, shall we say, suitor, shall we say, measured up before you made a decision? Monica Flores did. Find out how.

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May the smut be with you.

Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Markus Redmond

All rights reserved.

This book, nor portions thereof, cannot be reproduced or reprinted in any form whatsoever without the exclusive permission of the author.

THE CONTEST.

Monica felt a rush come over her, and with it, that familiar feeling of fearlessness. An idea was brewing in her head. Did she dare suggest it? From the heat passing between her and Simon, she felt there was no way she could lose. She just had to give her thoughts voice.

“Look, Monica… I’m sorry.”

Monica was taken out of revelry of Simon gazing as Oscar stepped in front of her.

“I don’t know what was wrong with me. I want you back, baby…”

“Yo!”

Carlos would not stand for this. At least not while his friends were watching.

“You had it and you blew it. You saw that kiss she laid on me, son…”

Monica considered these three men and the smaller audience left in the cabana, a very interested group of males and females.

What the fuck?

“Okay, stop. I want you three guys to stand right there.”

Monica arranged them to stand side by side by side at the mouth of the cabana. Oscar, dashing in his grey suit and slacks, his crisp white button down shirt stretched tantalizingly across his sinewy torso, the bright white a direct contrast to his dark Hispanic features and short hair.

Simon, a raw and sexy beast and the tallest of the trio, his green eyes sparkled in the light, his visible pectorals and abs tensed as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, anxious for Monica’s next command. He swept a hand through his curly mop, causing a bicep to bulge and a chest muscle to stretch. Monica felt herself begin to grow moist from the sight. She found herself sneaking looks at the front of his jeans, which seemed to be getting tighter.

Carlos. Poor, sweet Carlos. Yes, on his own, Carlos could be considered a cute guy. But in the presence of Simon and Oscar, well… Monica hoped the kiss she gave him to save face would suffice. She was charitable to stop him from getting teased, but she would not be so charitable later tonight. She intended on satisfaction. One look at Carlos told her he would not be able to.

Monica took a seat with the rest of the group, one of whom was kind enough to light another cigarette for her. Another poured her a second vodka and cranberry. She settled back in her seat and crossed her luscious legs before addressing Oscar, Simon and Carlos.

 In this moment, for some reason, she was reminded of her lunch date with Danny Dearden.

“Here’s the deal. I came here to find a companion for the evening. The three of you seem very eager for the position. But I’m at a disadvantage. You see, my assets are very apparent in what I’m wearing…”

Those words were all the inspiration Oscar needed to discard his jacket and shirt, revealing his broad muscularity. Where Simon was long, lean and smooth in his muscularity, Oscar was more brutish. He was hard, thick, solid. He had a thatch of dark hair across his chest, a tribal tattoo encircled both of his biceps. Where Simon was beautiful, Oscar was brawny. Monica took in his manliness with approval. He was bigger and stronger than she remembered. She allowed herself to imagine Oscar slamming her against a wall, lifting her naked body up from underneath her knees and impaling her with his fat cock, her arms around his neck, her feet dangling from Oscar stroking his dick with her pussy by lifting and lowering her entire body…

“Look…”

Carlos’ insecurity had gotten the better of him and brought Monica back to the task at hand.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now…”

Monica smiled at him sympathetically. Poor Carlos. He couldn’t hold a candle to either Oscar or Simon in the physique department. Nonetheless, Monica had developed a soft spot for him.

“Carlos, will you close the cabana curtains and come sit next to me?”

Confused but hopeful, Carlos did what he was asked as the others looked on with confusion. Carlos sat next to Monica and nearly jumped out of his skin when she immediately placed her hand on his crotch and squeezed. The others in the cabana laughed at this while Carlos went red with arousal and humiliation. Monica sized up his dick. He wasn’t completely hard, but she suspected that was because of the intimating situation he was in. He was below average size and girth, as Monica suspected. She decided to go easy on him.

“I’ve decided that I want a threesome tonight. Carlos here will assist me.”

“Assist you?”

“Do you really want to be stubborn about this and pass up the only chance you’ll ever have to see me naked?”

Carlos glanced back at her body. He wanted to be a man in this moment. But his hormones wouldn’t let him.

“Now, Oscar? Simon? While I find you both to be attractive, what I really will need in order for this threesome to be successful, is sizable cock.”

The group chuckled and murmured in shock at Monica’s brazenness. Monica had gotten used to simply saying what she felt and getting what she wanted.

“Gentlemen, I’d like to see your dicks.”

“Excuse me?”

“You want us to…?”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

The group exploded in laughter as Monica sat back and took a drag off her cigarette. She felt like a queen about to choose her slaves for the evening. She wanted sizable cock. She knew what Oscar had. This was all about Simon. As gorgeous as he was and the fact that she had come here to seduce him, she decided that she needn’t wait and see. If he fell short, she would have find a replacement. Plans had changed. Monica was having a threesome tonight.

“Monica, come on. This isn’t you. Why don’t we go somewhere and talk? I want you in my life again.”

“No, Oscar. You just want to fuck me. I understand.”

“We’ve been together. You know what I’ve got.”

“I remember what I had. Things can change.”

While Oscar stared at her in disbelief, Simon unzipped his jeans with confidence, lowering them until his cock was revealed. He was thick and long and semi-erect already, his purple head throbbing with anticipation. This was sizable cock and then some, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. His crotch was just as smooth as his chest. Monica fought the urge to pounce on him right then and there. The longer she looked, the more Simon’s cock throbbed. His breath quickened and his heart pumped more blood into his member. It was rising away from his thigh by the second. While the guys looked away, the girls were transfixed. Monica worked to find her voice.

“Thank you, Simon. Very nice.”

It took Herculean strength for Monica to tear her eyes away from Simon and turn back to Oscar.

“Come on, Monica…”

Monica looked to the rest of the men in the cabana.

“Okay, Oscar’s out.”

One of the guys immediately began to fumble with his belt. That was enough for Oscar.

“All right! Goddamnit!”

Oscar angrily opened his slacks and pulled out his fully erect cock, hard, red, angry and sticking straight out from the coarse black hair on his crotch. He wasn’t as big as Simon, but he was harder.

“Is that for me or Simon?”

The group erupted in laughter as both men stuffed themselves back into their pants.

“Thank you, Oscar. Okay, guys. Shall we? Carlos, there are some things I want you to pick up first. Make sure you get a stick of butter.”

INVINCIBLE CHAPTER - “Step.”

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Rachel is about to learn that you don’t step out of line in the club with Monica…

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May the smut be with you.

Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Markus Redmond

All rights reserved.

This book, nor portions thereof, cannot be reproduced or reprinted in any form whatsoever without the exclusive permission of the author.


STEP.

As she took in Simon’s physical attributes, it occurred to Monica that she wanted to see everything. His arms, his legs. His ass, his cock. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to see all of him right now. She wanted to lick away the sheen of sweat across his chest. She wanted to help work up some more sweat and then lick his chest clean again.

Simon’s eyes traveled up and down Monica, face to feet. He wanted to drink all of her in, but there was just so much of her that he found delectable. He had no idea what to do with his eyes.

“Forgive me for eavesdropping.”

“Why would I do that? You heard one of the most interesting tidbits.”

Neither Oscar nor Carlos appreciated Simon’s half clothed presence any longer.

“Dude, aren’t you supposed to be DJing?”

“Yeah. What the fuck?”

Monica looked at them both incredulously. The music was still very much in full effect. Simon smiled and the females swooned.

“The music still plays, yes?”

“Whatever, man. Just get back behind the DJ booth and let us party, all right?

“Oscar!”

He hadn’t even realized how angry he was until he heard Rachel call his name. Monica held back a laugh at the spectacle that was beginning.

“What the hell is the matter with you?”

Rachel quickly turned to Monica ready to throw down.

“You happy? You come over here and fuck up our night? When are you gonna get over it, bitch? You got dumped! Step!”

Monica didn’t even try conceal to sneer.

“First of all, I was invited here. And secondly, if my presence fucks up your night, it’s not because of me. It’s because your man still looks at me like a hungry lion. Not enough meat at home I guess. All plastic.”

As the situation escalated, all eyes fell on Oscar, who refused to look at Rachel now.

“Let’s go, Oscar, before I beat this bitch into next week.”

Oscar tightened his jaw. He was not moving. Rachel grew red with anger.

“Oscar! I said let’s go!”

Simon had already spent too much time not focused on Monica. He took her delicate hand in his strong one.

“This is becoming unpleasant. Allow me to buy you a drink…?”

Monica became so enraptured with his deep voice and sexy Greek accent and the touch of his hand that it took her a while to realize he was allowing his words to hang in the air in the hopes that she would reveal her name to him.

“Monica.”

“We got drinks right here, homie. Thanks for stopping by.”

Apparently, it was Carlos’s turn to play the big man. He had been the one to invite her to the cabana and she had accepted. That had given him more courage than he may have ever had in his entire life. Simon was getting irritated.

“Why don’t we let the lady decide, yes?”

“Why don’t you get up out my face, dawg?”

A suggestion contradictory to Carlos’ stepping right up to Simon and getting in his face. Not to be outdone, Oscar took a step forward as well. Rachel was livid.

“Carlos, please! You ain’t nobody’s hero. And Oscar, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Rachel, if you wanna go, go.”

“If I go, we’re done.”

When Oscar had no response, Rachel quickly grabbed her purse.

“Fuck this shit! Have fun with that heifer at Krispy Kreme!”

Rachel’s girlfriends moved with her as she stomped past Monica and raised her hand to slap Monica across the face. Simon stepped back as Monica reached up and caught Rachel’s arm, deftly twisting it until it was behind her back and Rachel was wincing and whimpering in pain. It was a purely instinctual move.

Or maybe Monica had been waiting a long time to hurt the girl who took her boyfriend.

“Let me go, you fat fuck! Just go get yourself knocked up so you can be the whale that you are!”

“Just walk away or I’ll take your arm. Okay?”

Monica twisted a bit harder, just shy of Rachel doubling over in her pain. It was enough to finally make her relent. Rachel silently nodded her head. Monica released her and she left the cabana with her friends, throwing a last look to Oscar, who could not look at her.  Monica shared a smile with Simon.

“Impressive.”


INVINCIBLE CHAPTER — “The Cabana”

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In Ventura, VIP is all about the cabana… and Monica just got invited to one.

Of course she did. She’s Monica.

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May the smut be with you.

Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Markus Redmond

All rights reserved.

This book, nor portions thereof, cannot be reproduced or reprinted in any form whatsoever without the exclusive permission of the author.



THE CABANA.

Monica shook her head as Carlos led her to his cabana, the very cabana that Oscar and Rachel were sitting in. There was a party going on in that cabana while Pink’s “U & UR Hand” kicked throughout the patio. Monica chuckled at the irony as she took a satisfying drag off of her cigarette. There was going to be drama. She might as well enjoy her smoke and her drink on the walk over.

“I’m hoping I’m a better option than what you had”, Carlos ventured with her. “I nearly snapped my neck looking at you when you walked onto the patio.”

“Do you guys practice these lines on each other before using them out in the field?”

“I did get you back to the cabana.”

Monica smiled at him. Carlos was trying his hand at bravery. She decided to cut him a little slack.

“You were just a better option than the one that was in front of me.”

Carlos beamed. Maybe, just maybe he had a shot here after all. Monica smiled. Despite the machismo veneer, his cute, nervous sweetness still showed through.

 “Carlos.”

“Thank you for the drink, Carlos. Monica.”

The cabana party was in full swing by the time Monica and Carlos arrived. Drinks were being consumed, laughs were being had. Monica’s arrival turned every head here, male and female.  Carlos announced her.

“Yo everybody, this is Monica.”

Everyone’s eyes linger on Monica, it was impossible not to ogle her. Some of those in the cabana couldn’t resist taking jabs at Carlos.

“Damn, Carlos! This is the girl you were staring at? How much you pay her to walk over here with you?”

“I know, right? So what, you’re like his cousin or something, right?”

Amid the laughter, Monica watched Carlos deflate while Oscar watched Monica’s every breath with open mouthed lust, something Rachel was silently burning from. Monica decided to help everyone. She handed her drink to one of Carlos’ naysayers. She took Carlos’ face in her hands and kissed him, soft and sensuously, right in front of everyone there. The laughter stopped as everyone watched the kiss. It was a sight to behold. Monica cradled Carlos’ face tenderly while her soft, plush mouth and tongue massaged his, slowly and wondrously. Carlos’ hands slid around her waist and Monica allowed herself to be pulled into him. She could feel his full hardness against her groin and she shifted her sexy ass so as to brush against it. Carlos shuddered, as did every other male here.

Including Oscar. Only he shuddered with jealous anger.

He didn’t dare move for fear of Rachel, but he wanted to put his fist through Carlos’ throat. The kiss ended and Monica smiled at Carlos as she addressed the group.

“No, he didn’t pay me and we’re not related. He offered me a drink. He was nice.”

Oscar didn’t know when he had gotten to his feet. Only Rachel’s hand pulling his arm reminded him he had actually moved to stand in front of Monica.

“Monica…”

“Oh. Hi, Oscar. Oscar’s my ex.”

“Oscar, you let this get away?” one of the naysayers asked aloud. He was nearly nudged to death by the females around him. Monica knew there would be drama anyway. She figured she’d kick it off. Something about being in the presence of those who did her wrong while feeling as powerful as she felt compelled her to go down that road. The way she’d been feeling, there was no situation she wouldn’t come out on top of. Especially when she was completely in the right. Of course, Rachel felt that she was completely in the right, too.

“He didn’t let that get away, he had to run before he was crushed under its weight.”

Rachel’s girlfriends laughed at her comment as she pursed her lips in arrogant and premature victory.

“You can’t even find clothes to fit yourself in. It’s not cleavage, it’s disgusting. It’s a miracle you don’t have babies attached to them damn things already. I hate this whole curvy thing that’s popular. Fat girls like you think guys wanna see their nasty shit. They don’t.”

Monica remained level headed. She calmly dropped her cigarette butt and crushed it with her heel.

“Oscar sang a different tune when I was with him.”

“He had to. He was probably scared you’d eat him.”

“You’re right, Rachel. I guess he got tired of my big, soft natural titties and my pussy that was always available to him. And the spontaneous blow jobs in discreet public places. Oh, and the butter hand jobs under restaurant tables…”

“Hold up”, Carlos inquired. “Butter hand jobs?”

“Shut up, Carlos! Of course butter was involved.”

Monica ignored Rachel’s comment and turned her attention back to an intrigued and horny Carlos.

“Have you never had a butter hand job, Carlos? You’ve never had a girl spread some of the bread butter on the palm of her hand and stroke your cock under the table and make you cum before your order does?”

Monica smiled. There wasn’t a soft cock in the cabana now. She could sense it.

“No, because Carlos can’t afford to paid for a ho”, Rachel finally returned without provocation. “And Oscar finally woke up and realized he was with one.”

“Oh, no. I wasn’t a ho, Rachel. But when I give myself to a man, I give all of me to all of him. I don’t believe in using sex as a weapon against a man. I understand that men want sex and I happen to love it. So a man I give myself to gets lots of it. But I guess it wasn’t enough for Oscar, because I caught him fucking  you in our bed. Remember, Rachel? Now who exactly is the ho in this situation?”

Rachel was ready to hurl a bottle of vodka at Monica when the deepest, sexiest Greek accent Monica had ever heard sounded out from behind her.

“Pity. The butter hand jobs alone would have kept me faithful.”

Monica turned to find herself staring directly into the chiseled, glistening pecs of Simon Flex. The guys here were nowhere near as happy as the girls were about his presence. They couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

But Simon only had eyes for Monica.

INVINCIBLE CHAPTER — “The Patio”

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Monica’s night on the town has just begun. In this next chapter, she meets the ever so willing to please Carlos. Poor guy. He never stood a chance.

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Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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THE PATIO.

Monica stopped to take in the action on this outdoor area. She noticed a lively party happening in one of the VIP cabanas. She also noticed that among the revelers were Oscar and Rachel. The sight of them made her shake her head. Drama. It was always on the menu at clubs like this. And she was sure that if Rachel saw her tonight, there would be drama. If Oscar saw her, it would be even worse.

A Cholo walked past smoking a cigarette. He made a show of stopping and seeing her. Monica laughed. The Cholo thought that gave him the green light. Really, Monica always marveled at these guys. They always thought they were so original, but they were more like the members of a cult. They all dressed and looked exactly the same: shaved bald, sunglasses, overweight in ill-fitting designer jumpsuits that aren’t worth anywhere near the money they cost. And they all were so obnoxious with an affinity for calling her “Mami”.

A bunch of Pitbull wannabes.

“Aye, Mami! Damn, shorty! It ain’t even right you looking as good as you do!”

“You may have a point.”

“Shit, girl! Don’t tell me you here with your man! You can’t be rolling up in the club looking this good just to tell me you got a man! Let me holler at you for a hot minute, Mami.”

Monica fought the urge to sigh. She was exhausted just listening to it, she had no idea how guys like this did it. Was any of this ever actually successful?

“Perhaps if you’d be kind enough to give me a cigarette?”

“Yeah, yeah, Mami. Fo’ sho’…”

He was kind enough to provide her with a cigarette and a light. Monica was not a regular smoker, but there was something about smoking here tonight that completed not only her look, but her attitude. She was just biding her time. She was going home with Simon Flex tonight.

“Yeah, yeah… so, yo shorty, what you drinking tonight?”

The Cholo’s rap was cut short as a cranberry and vodka suddenly appeared between him and Monica. The man holding the drink was a well dressed Mexican man, the antithesis of the Cholo in every way. He was cute because he was nervous and he introduced himself as Carlos.

“I’m sorry, but I saw you from the cabana and I had to offer you a drink.”

“Yo, yo homie. You best back up off right now, know what I’m sayin’?”

The Cholo was looking to start drama, but from the beads of sweat already forming on Carlos’ forehead, Monica imagined he had already gone through enough drama working up the courage to walk over to her. Monica took the drink from Carlos, hooked her arm into his and walked with him back to the cabana.

Carlos couldn’t believe his luck. He was a nice guy, which he attributed to his lack of luck with women. It never occurred to him that maybe he was chasing after the wrong women. His friends teased him unmercifully about his bad fortune. They were a macho bunch, made all the more machismo by their shared Hispanic upbringing, so in order to keep his place with them, Carlos had to retort with the same macho bullshit that they subscribed to. He was never as good at it as they were, probably because he didn’t want to be. But they were his friends. He didn’t have any others.

So when Monica stepped onto the patio, Carlos saw his chance to impress them. He told them that he would get her to join him in the cabana. He knew he didn’t have a chance in hell of getting a woman as hot as Monica to even talk to him, but he had to make the attempt to save face with his boys. As he left with the drink, the Cholo approached her. He could hear the taunts and sneers of his “friends” behind him already. He fully expected to fail. In truth, Monica would have normally politely declined the offer from a guy like Carlos. But she wanted nothing more from the Cholo than the cigarette.

“Thank you for the cigarette.”

The Cholo stepped to Carlos, who, maybe for the first time in his life, had the perfect words to shut him down.

“Ladies’ choice, dawg. What?”

Monica shrugged and walked away with Carlos.

INVINCIBLE CHAPTER — “The Club”

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Ladies, (and gents, but mostly ladies) meet DJ Simon Flex.

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Invincible

a POKER NIGHT novelette

By Markus Redmond

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Markus Redmond

All rights reserved.

This book, nor portions thereof, cannot be reproduced or reprinted in any form whatsoever without the exclusive permission of the author.

THE CLUB.

If you were young and hot in 2007, or even if you thought you were, and you lived in Ventura County, you probably found yourself grinding on someone at this club. The name of the club is unimportant. The clubs in the area opened and closed so often back them. New management, new name.  Chances are, whatever it was called, when you were young and hot, you were here at some point.

This one was an old house turned into a nightclub, the rooms filled with a mostly ethnic crowd dancing and drinking to the hottest sounds, spun by DJ Simon Flex.

At 25, an even 6 feet tall, with long curly hair, piercing green eyes, a ripped, smooth physique that was always on display thanks to his habit of not buttoning his shirts, and a Greek ancestry, Simon was quite literally a Greek God. He never left the club alone. Sometimes he had more than one female companion to make sure he got home safely. Simon loved the way women moved to music. He loved to watch their bodies twist and turn in their micro outfits to the music he played. He loved how the heat of a nightclub would produce a sheen of sweat on their legs and across their cleavage. It made him hard. And he had no problem letting an interested female know if she had the guts to ask him.

Simon was an incredibly gorgeous young man who was wanted by every woman who laid eyes on him in the club scene. He’d been the target of several women several years older as well. He had his pick every Saturday night. As he looked across the dance floor, he contemplated whom he would choose this Saturday. Would it be the blonde in the short black mini skirt and white top grinding her ass into her boyfriend’s crotch but staring hungrily at him? Maybe the redhead in the painted on jeans with the tits that threaten to fall out of her top as she shook her shoulders and swung her hips as he worked the crossfaders?

The problem Simon had was boredom. The excitement was waning for him. There was no challenge to any of these young women anymore. Cougars were even easier. Sure, it was great to have sex whenever he wanted, but it had been a while since he’d had his world rocked. He didn’t know if there was anybody in the club tonight that did it for him to that extent.

That’s when Monica Flores walked in.

Monica was a walking flame of sex fire that night. Her raven hair was offset by the bright and tight red dress she wore. It hugged her every curve so sensuously, Monica masturbated to the sight of herself twice before she left to go out for the night.

The only girl that turned Monica on was Monica.

She usually would hit the club with her girls, but tonight, she was still carrying that feeling of invincibility. The feeling she had when she seduced Danny. The feeling she had when she told her boss to eat her pussy. That feeling wasn’t going away. In fact, it was so evident, everyone in the club that laid eyes on her could see it, feel it.

Her clear nails were offset by the rhinestone studded buckle that accentuated her waist, making the abundant cleavage glaring out of the top of her dress seem even grander. Her red lipstick made her full lips seem even fuller. She saw the way she was being looked at. She loved it, but she found Simon’s eye line and held it. Simon had been delicious to Monica since the first time she’d seen him, but he was always surrounded by other girls. He somehow seemed beyond her grasp.

Not tonight.

Simon had seen this girl in the red in the club before, but never like this. Something in her eyes was different. She was exciting. She barely smiled at him before turning away and moving through the dance floor and out of the room to the back patio. Something electric passed through Simon. For the first time in the night, he was in a hurry to get out from behind the DJ booth.

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