Seduction had become a lost art. It wasn't always so. Back in the day, when America was young and innocent, it was the stuff of legends. Movie stars, like Jean Harlow and Mae West made their careers out of it. The thought brought a wry smile to George's face as he stared down at the young beauty who had thought him an easy mark. His mind drifted momentarily, back several centuries to a time when seduction was everything. Full of subtlety and outrageousness, lacking in all the social graces and full of grace, it was an art form to be reckoned with in the pursuit of pleasure. George had thrived in those days.
Nowadays he would go for weeks without. But this night, he had stumbled across a den of iniquity, writhing flesh in the artless pursuit of pleasure. And somewhere in this heated cesspo
