Rocco woke with a groan, his arms sore and stiff from the position behind him that they were tied in. Fuck, he should be used to waking up in weird places or hell, in different bodies, but he couldn't bite back the rush of panic that washed over him when he realized he was stuck. Tied to a chair from the feel of it and a blindfold kept him from ( Read more... )

Being completely naked, hand-fed by a stranger that kept pinching his cheek would be something that would normally make Murphy go straight for his guns. The fact that he was completely naked, in the middle of one of the Hotel's seedy bars, was something that he'd never dream of doing on his own free will. Specially not when there was clearly not ( Read more... )

Donna

Connor

Murphy

Smecker

... Pappa JoeNow, those names alone usually weren't ones that got David Della Rocco to cringe. Neither were the other names of every casual encounter he'd had here and back home, every girlfriend he'd ever had, every fuck-buddy. It's just these fuckers were tattooed all over his body starting at his neck down to the ( Read more... )

Greenly was pacing the halls, absently running a hand through his hair. That aphrodisiac was a frigging killer is what it was. He was fucking hot as hell and hard... with no one to fucking go to. It was uncomfortable and so deeply frustrating. It got in your system and just kept building until you wanted to just pull out your hair because it got so ( Read more... )

Connor breathed in deeply and rolled over on the bed, mumbling a little to himself. He was cold, goosebumps pricking his skin as he waved his hand about looking for the kicked off bedsheets. He couldn't find any, and the fuck was he going to the effort of sitting up to get them from the floor. Screwing his eyes shut, he snuggled down on the ( Read more... )

The moment consciousness washed over her, Eunice was well aware that this wasn't the bed she'd been sleeping in every night since she was assigned to The Saints' case. No, the sheets were too soft... silk, that's what they were. Undeniable as her fingertips brushed over the material. She was naked as a jay bird too... which normally, Eunice was not ( Read more... )

She couldn’t remember the last time she slept so well. Maybe she never had. Her mind slowly drifted from a dream she wouldn’t remember into one she’d never forget ( Read more... )

Smecker had no idea it wasn't going to be an ordinary day in the Hotel, even as twisted and freakish as ordinary days were, or he might've stayed in bed. Instead, he was in one of the Hotel's lounges, finishing up his lunch before he planned to head back to his room and pretend like he was doing work to get the hell out of the Hotel. That seemed ( Read more... )

Rocco was just in a generally bad mood. Mostly because she missed her dick, a lot. She missed seeing her old face in the mirror when she got up in the morning, missed not feeling tits whenever she happened to touch her chest and just... fucking hated being stuck in this body. Unfortunately, it didn't matter if she fucked all day, the hotel wasn't ( Read more... )

On the one hand, Rocco was back in the hotel with no fake memories or anything. On the other hand though, he was a she, again. Now it was interesting the first time. Hey, the hotel gave her a hot body at least--nice, perky tits, tiny waist, nice ass--but the second time around? She was kind of just irritated... especially since the hotel had seen ( Read more... )