Alison’s night of mindless lust with her girlfriend--carefully planned to take place in the bar where she once “entertained” seven guys on a busted pool table--goes belly-up: The GF's plane is late, and Tommy (an old friend with benefits) walks in with four German auto execs (he's negotiating a big business deal). He had hired a duo to entertain them on that pool table, but they're no-shows. Alison, dressed for the part, owes him. She’ll help him out—for a price. Alison doesn’t do it for free anymore.
I'm a former journalist of more than 20 years now dedicated to something I actually know something about: sex. (Don't search K.C. Cave, though--it's a pen name.) My characters are real people and I like to make them funny. I also like to make the sex explicit. Funny, isn't it, that explicit sex is more or less taboo, while violence is okay? Not ha-ha funny, though.
I like erotica where no one gets hurt and everyone has fun--and gets off. Including the reader.