Slade Garrison, PI - Part 5

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


 I envisioned the bar sounding Christman carols. Unlocking my chaisity of fewer than twenty-four hours. I felt wired listening to the vibrations of, "Winter Wonderland." My cat was pissed because its little bowl of cream was curdled and scratching at my ankles as I came out of my illusions.

"It became dangerous when some of the clients starting using and dealing opium, underneath my respectful tea-shop." Her jade eyes shimmering with the faintest of tears.

Shanghai was a world apart from Boston. Opium was billed as a panacea for all mankind's aches and pain. It didn't cure my hard-on. For all practical purposes, I was an opium-eater, cannibalizing my lies. It intoxicated me with amorality. Relieving me of sins from my past.

My memory played back to a time when I looked at the dens as my truffle cafe. Opium became my aphrodisiac in the back rooms of hallucinations. Opium is soft like a woman's thighs. The smell and texture of an uncooked brownie. It's plentiful like pussy in crumbing alleys with no names. Red-painted walls and bodega candles, as Count Basie played on the speakers.

I shook myself out of my reverie and looked at the dame. Her eyes pleading with me to take her case. How could I refuse? Her legs went all the way up to Peking.

Twenty minutes later I was surrounded by naked whores and eunuchs. Many with chains around their necks. The smell of the drug I craved was in the air. I handheld the naked breast of the green-eyes goddess.

She looked at me and said. "Are you ready to see God?"


Submitted: July 07, 2021

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