Days gone dog


It’s been more then a minute and months sense my last post. Reasons being I lost my way a bit and couldn’t find the motivations to publish blogs any longer. I kept writing but the motivation.

Death, loss and pain. That has been the spice and blackpills for me. Now I’m done with that. New era and new changes.

A lot of changes. Good and bad changes in the world. I find it all funny some how and I want to make people laugh and enjoy words and life for it’s puzzling and complicated moments.

I found my motivation. I’ll be bustling the blog as my job. You, the reader are my customer to delight and enchant for today.

This blog will be my street corner. For the would be travelor on the roads of the interwebs. I’ll treat you to a laugh, a smile or whimsical time and place to breath from a world of mad derangement.

The days have gone to the dogs. A division is present. Two waves of opinions. Two roads divided.

Conflict. I used to find it frightening. Now I breath it in like cotton candy vap juice and exhail red smoke and smooth dreamy vibes. I’m dogmatic and hard headed to fight in the shade of the arrows of despair with a smile and a butter knife in my hand.

I encourage you if your feeling low to embrace the same gusto my friend.

Warm Regards,

L. M. Parker




Foxx and Leroy friendly discussion

Foxx comes over to his best friend Leroy’s place to get in some gaming and catch up with his old friend while he tries the trouble he’s currently dealing with right now.

Leroy is sensing something is amiss with his friend. He pushes Foxx to open up about who he’s pissed at.

To be continued…..

Life is a game? Yes. Play to win.

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I used to live my life on autopilot looking for chances for someone to give me a chance to get to be who I wanted to be. To get where I wanted to go. The day I started living was the day I started putting the responsibility on myself to actively play to win.


I was late to this thought process in my life in the second stage but I wasn’t late to the concept of gaming. I’ve been a gamer all my life. The game of life has end goal and set timer for when your part in it will be over. I’ve never been afraid of dying or the afterlife.


That’s what I care about. I’ve always cared about.

“Un intentional life isn’t a life at all” – unknown.

I don’t know who said it. It’s the thought or idea of living without a sense of intention was the thought or feeling that I was afraid. Not living to be engaged in what I am doing while I’m awake.

I have to have a goal. We all have to have a direction for the course we’re on in life. It’s what makes life’s moments mean something. Purpose and intention.

I reflect on this from time to time. I remind myself with books, videos and art, philosophy to remind myself. I need… to


I’m not trying to do a lot. I’m trying to focus on my attention on the win and reasons for why I do what I do. That’s the mindset I have. I WANT TO WIN AND I’M GOING TO WIN.

No matter what trials or difficulties I have in life. I am going to rise up to the top and win. I have coasted through my life in the past but one thing was always the same. Whether they be challenges or challengers to my own process nothing has ever stopped me from doing what I got a focus or determination to do and I encourage anyone around with the same message….

Don’t quit. PLAY TO WIN.

I leave you with this video below. It is a favorite moment in a great Chinese epic drama. One man against the forces of nature and a QUEEN BITCH OF THE EAST that want to see him fail and die against a challenge for his life.

He meets that challenge with five words…

I am going to win.

Warm Regards



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Chapter 10

The next morning….

Vince smiled at one of their female associates as he and his brother walked into the firm offices. “Good morning Natalie. You are looking quite pretty today.”

Natalie froze staring at him saying nothing and standing in their way until he took her by the hips and lifted her aside setting her down he continued walking but Pete stared between Vince and the shocked female while Vince continued moving like nothing had happened.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Pete said noticing the effect he was having on the females that worked in the firm.

Vince frowned at him as they pasted through the firm hallway to their offices. Female associates or clerks all appeared to busy themselves to stay out of his line of sight or not look directly toward him.

“Nothing is wrong besides the fact I need to get laid. Besides that I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Pete did a double as Vince continued walking toward his office. Mini whose desk was in front of his door to the right got up nodded to him and walked away.

Both men frowned at her. “Hey. Where you going?” Vince asked.

“I’m keeping far away from you until Ahlar becomes Mrs. Delta. Your coffee is on your desk along with your daily schedule. You have a change in your schedule bout for your current case.”

Vince stared after her but then hurried into his office with Pete following him. He walked inside picking up a memo attached to his schedule on his desk he read the memo that read like a royal summons and started to feel his blood boil.

“Your next bout is tomorrow night. Your challenger will be the second suitor for Miss Ross in the family line of Slicer. No excessive violence after the bout will be accepted or it will count against you as a lost even if you win the second bout of champions. Sincerely Elder Deacon Ross. Son of a BITCH!” Vince roared and punching his fist down on his table and breaking it in half. He robbed his fist in annoyance.

Pete stared at his brother. “So your hand is fine?”

“What?! Ah yeah. Still a bit sore but I’ll still be able snap that fucker’s leg off.”

“Which one.” Andrew asked behind them. Both brothers turned and blinked at the sight of Andrew in a suit and Cassandra in a pink suit and short skirt.

Vince nodded to her. “Good morning, Cassandra. Good to see you again.”

Cassandra smiled brightly. “Good morning, Vince.” She said.

“Andrew who is this fine…” Pete stopped himself when Andrew gave him a look.

“Cassandra is my new personal asistent and the firm’s lead accountant.” Andrew said.

Vince blinked and looked at Andrew. “What happened to Charlie?”

Andrew shook his head but looked pissed off. “We had a parting of ways. “

Pete glanced at Cassandra. “Is it because he hit up on your female or because she wanted his job.”

“He was under billing.” Cassandra said. “I have a love of numbers and he’s been working for your competitors for six months now.”

Vince frowned. “How did you find out the last part?”

“Mr. Marsh told me.” Cassandra. “He also offered money for my private employment.”

Pete nodded in understanding. “Okay. I get you. Well fuck em. ” He said and turned to Andrew. “We got problems. The old fucker is pushing the time table up for finishing with the deal with the fat Orc girl.”

“Yo!” Vince said.

All three straightened up at Vince’s tone and they stared at him. Vince locked his gaze on his brother. “Her name is Ahlar Ross. The first name isn’t up for debate the second will be optional soon enough. Keep your personal bullshit issues you have against Ahlar to yourself and keep your head in the game. We have to close this case and stomp out all the shit bags involved.”

Pete held up his hands. “Alright, bro. Look. We’ll win the case. Listen. I looked through the case. There is a way for you to get out of your contract with-“

“Fuck, the contract. The bigger case is the illegal pagan ritual and attempted kidnapping. Both are high crimes on their own together it’s a perfect shit storm. Deacon Ross is into his ass in this shit. We got one witness, we just need another and if we can bag a confession I’m putting Slicer and his brothers to the sword for illegal mating rituals and attempted kidnapping.”

Pete put his hands down and stared at his brother. “Alright lead counselor. What do you need me to do?”

Vince stared at him. “While I’m handling the Ross case I need you to get me a confession out of that old bastard and information for how far this shit goes. All of it has to be recorded and documented.”

Pete was nodding his head. “I know. I know. I got you. You just focus on winning the next match to at least keep the game going long enough for us to nail em before they sneak away.”


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Chapter 9

Vince was Icing his hands as he sat in the firm office with Pete and Andrew. Pete was shaking his head, arms crossed and pissed off.

“Where the fuck is Ross, with his daughter?” Pete said finally in annoyance. “She has to know more to this shit. That fucking bastard has got something to do with this shit.”

Andrew nodded in agreement silently as he smoked on his cigar with a grim line on his lips. “Fucking son of a bitch. We need to becareful. We can’t out right connect it all together. We only have one witness and we might need that old bastard alive to close the case with an axe.”

Vince looked at Pete. “Don’t leave like that again without telling me.”

Pete blinked at him. “What?!”

“I said, don’t leave me behind holding my dick like you did again. Let me know what’s up first and don’t fucking ghost me when I call you. I didn’t know what the fuck happened to you after a while and I got worried.” Vince said.

Pete stared at him and then nodded. “I got you. It won’t happen again.” He said and then he smiled. “You softened that fucker up nice and lumpy for your next match.”

Vince grimanced. “I might have over done it. We got two weeks until the second match. I’m hoping my hands heal right until then.”

Pete shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll think of something.”

There was a knock at the door and then it opened for Ahlar and Ran to walk inside. Vince stared at Ahlar was dressed in a satin yellow dress that hugged her body and vail covered the lower half of her face.

Vince glanced at Pete to see him looking at Ran and ignoring Ahlar entirely. Pete got up as Ahlar came over and held out his hand.

Ahlar ignored or didn’t see his hand and came over to sit facing Vince. “You…you are hurt?”

Vince shrugged. “I lost the first match so I had to take it out on Slicer’s face.”

Ahlar stared at him. “It was supposed to be a simple boxing match.”

Vince shook his head. “Slicer set the tone of the match. He wanted it to be street boxing match so I respected his wishes. I need you to tell me again how you met Slicer.”

Ahlar stared at him. “You’ve been ignoring my phone calls.”

Vince shook his head. “Your playing with fire. I want you hard and dirty and you know it. I’m not like Slicer. You would be my female now if it wasn’t for this case. I’m a Barbarian warrior in a brokes brother suit. I’m not interested in your modern fantasy dating games.. There’s not a soul alive that can stop me from claiming you.. So are you going to tell me the story of how you really met Slicer?”

“Are you speaking to me as my lawyer or a Lord of justice?”

“Both. Tell me the story again. ” Vince said.

Ahlar flinched but she shook her head. “Your not interested in that. What do you want to know. I’ll tell you. No games. Just ask.”

“Did Deamon Ross have a hand in you meeting and dating Joc Slicer?”

Ahlar sat up. “Yes.”


“He introduced us at a dinner party. He has also has been encouraging us to date in the beginning. Otherwise. I don’t know the way of it. Are you thinking of pursuing a judgment on Deamon and Joc for a high crime?”

“That isn’t your right to know.” Pete said stiffly.

Ahlar waited staring at Vince. He shrugged. “It’s a possibility. I wouldn’t advise you tell Deacon any of this-“

“If Deacon.” Ran started and paused. “If Deacon has committed any crimes against the law then you can have the full support of the Ross family in his arrest and execution.”

Ahlar stared at him silently and then back at Vince. “Your hiding something. What is it?”

Vince shook his head. “It’s time for you to go.”

Ahlar stiffened at the dismissal but nodded she quickly leaned over and brushed his lips against her mouth. The barrior of the vail was thin but enough to keep Vince in his seat as Ahlar hurried out the room.

Ran nodded to them following after his daughter. The room was quiet.

“What the fuck?!” Pete said. “You want her?!”

Vince looked at Pete. “How did Mini find you?”


“How the fuck did Mini find you?” Andrew asked. “I have been wondering about that myself.”

Pete snorted and shrugged. “Mini has her ways. Anyway, where’s the contract you have with the Ross girl!”


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Chapter 8

Vince in the meeting room with Andrew at his side outside boxing ring newly set up for the bout in the middle of the room. He had on boxing trunks and nothing else. Andrew frowned at the scars that maped Vince’s upper body and a large HM tattoo that covered his worst wound on the right side of his chest.

“Where or when did you get that one from?” Andrew asked him before the doors opened to admit Ran and another Elderly Orc that looked similar to Ran but had a black long go-tee.

Vince nodded to the elder. The Elder frowned at him and then stared at the double H tattoo on Vince’s chest. He gave ran a look.

“You going to answer my question?” Andrew asked.

Vince looked at his grandfather. “It was a disagreement between me and my brother. I saddled it.”

“Pete and you wouldn’t come to blows like that.”

“I meant my pledge brother. I got a free tattoo out of it. So no harm done.” Vince said.

Vince faced off with Ran and the Elder. “Good evening Mr. Ross. Mr. Slicer will be joining us soon then?”

Ran waved a hand at him. “Fuck the formal talk, my Elder is an Alumni of the double H.”

Vince frowned but relaxed when he took a better look at the Orc and saw the double H ring on his left ring finger.

“Slicer hasn’t arrived yet? We were expecting him at least to show up twenty minutes ago. Was he at your house?”

Ran grimanced but nodded. “Yes. I told em to follow me down here or he would lose the match by default. I still have clan at the house so don’t worry.”

Vince made a face and froze when the Ross Elder froze at the sight and narrowed his eyes at him. Vince locked his gaze with the Elder and held out his hand. “Excuse me manners. I am Vince Delta.”

The Elder reluctantantly took his hand in a firm quick shake. “I am Deamon Ross. Ran’s great uncle and head of the Ross tribe. You are apart of the new human horseman to join the horseman in this current century I believe.”

Vince shrugged letting go of the elder’s hand. “Mostly human and little bit of everything else.”

“Meaning you are mutt of sorts.” Deamon said.

Vince again shrugged. “What of it?” He said.

Deamon stared at him. Vince stared back and smiled slowly. “Do I trouble you or do you stand on firm ground?” He asked.

Deamon flinched at the question glancing at Ross. Ross stared at him saying nothing. Deamon looked back at Vince and studied him.

“You walk a fine line. Nothing troubles me. I am concerned with the level of your fire. Your brother was not one to handle the bout so I’ve heard.” Deamon said.

Vince stared at him. “You have seen my fire burn. My brother is his own man. Let him speak for himself. Address the horseman rider before you. Don’t hide with pleasentries or silent jabs. Do you wish to test me?”

Deamon’s response was a slow grin. “Your eyes prove who you really are. I don’t like you. I don’t approve of you.”

“What are the rules?” Vince asked.

Deamon laughed. “You lose when you submit or your own able to go on hu-man. Only the mighty deserves Ahlar.”

Vince stepped closer and then gentle put a hand to Deamon’s shoulder and pushed him aside to face Slicer and his brothers. “Your late.”

Silver had on golden gloves and was bare chested with white trunks on. His brothers were armed with bats and knives.

“Look what we got here.” Andrew said with a chuckle.

Andrew stepped forward with a cigar in his mouth a 12 gauge shot gun in his hands and two glock 19s in his gunbelt.

Slicer chuckled. “You think that old hu-man will stop all of us.”

The sound of another shotgun being chucked behind Slicer and his people wiped the smile off his face.

“Slicer is the only one going in.” Pete said from behind the Slicer Orcs. “The rest of you fuckers stay out of it.” He said.

Vince smiled waving Slicer inside. “Come on mother fucker. Let’s go.”

Slicer ran inside narrowly smashing into Ran and Deamon and swung his fist at Vince.

Vince dodged to the side and came back with two jabs and right cross. Slicer went falling into a table but got to his feet quickly came Vince again with ramming speed tackling him to the ground and started pummeling him.

Vince’s head was rocked back and saw black. He came awake the second Slicer came off him. Vince kneed him in the balls.

Slicer screamed grabbing his own balls as Vince came up. His head hurt and blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

“Hey the fights over. I knocked his ass out.” Slicer complained.

Vince advanced on Slicer. Slicer again tried to tackle Vince but he side-stepped him and tripped up Slicer’s ankle.

Slicer went down hard face planting on the floor but he again came up only to turn as Vince rocked his body with kidney punch from the right to the left and then finishing off the combos with elbow shot to the Slicer’s chin.

Slicer dropped to the floor. He lay on the floor motionless until Vince kicked him in the abdomen.

Slicer gasped and coughed on the floor. Vince stood over him.

“Get up, bitch. I ain’t done.” Vince said.

Slicer looked at Deamon. “I won. He blacked out the fight is over.”

Deamon frowned and looked at Ross. “He’s right the human blacked out.”

Ran stared at him. “Are you sure about your decision?”

Deamon grimanced but he nodded. “Joc wins this round. There is still best of two more matches. The battle isn’t over.”

Ran nodded. He turned to Vince. “You lost this round. You better prepare for the next one.” Ran said and nodded over to Slicer. Joc slowly came to his feet shaky but smiling in victory.

Vince nodded and went over to Slicer and kneed him in the balls again. Slicer went down quickly and Vince got on top of him and started beating his face.

Deamon looked at Ran. Ran stared back at him. “Is there something you wish to say?”

“How long will this continue?” Deamon asked quietly.

Ran stared at him. “Until, I am satisfied Joc Slicer is prepared for his next match.”


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Chapter 7

Vince was pouring over the contract for the last few hours when he got a knock on the door. “What is it?” He asked in a gruff voice.

“I found Pete.” Mini said to Vince’s surprise. “He’s doing fine and he’ll be back in the next forty-eight hours or less. Mr. Ross is here. Do you wish to see him?”

“Yes. Thank you Mini.” Vince said and then sat back in his chair as the door was unlocked and opened. Ran stood in the door and took in Vince’s condition before quickly coming inside closing the door and taking a seat.

Vince stared at him. “What the hell is happening to me?” He asked.

Ran sat back. “My guess is some type of mating fever. This hasn’t happened to you before?” He asked.

“You know damn well it hasn’t.” Vince said. “Humans don’t experience what I’m going through right now. How did you do it? I can’t find any form of enchantment words in the contract or ink, I signed.” Vince said.

Ran frowned shaking his head. “Your not under any enchantment. You’re just experiencing a mating fever. It’s normal.”

“Not for humans.” Vince said.

“Yes. Humans don’t experience what your going through.” Ran said pointedly.

Vince leaned back in his chair tapping his chin. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get in contact with you about your case.” He said instead.

Ran smiled. “Working. I have a business to run myself. You are rather bulky and muscular for a human and you favor swords and martial arts to modern weapons. You do realize there are few humans in the horse men. You must have giants in your bloodline maybe a Red Orc.” He said.

Vince stared at him. “I told Sister Daisy I would have to kill Slicer. He is determined to have Ahlar.”

Ran’s smile dropped away. “My wife told me everything you said. He is mean to kill if it comes down to it. You may win the alliance hand but I have rights to kill.” He said.

“You expect me to restain myself if this fucker comes at my head with an axe?” Vince asked.

Ran stared at him. “Barbarian as well.”

“What?!” Vince asked.

“You have Barbarian blood in your veins. I can see it in your stare, however to answer your question no. I don’t expect you to restain yourself. The contract says a best of three bouts. Boxing. Wrestling and finally blunted sword fencing. If he beats you in two the victory is his for a moment until I remove his head. If you beat him in two bouts the victory is yours and I remove his head later when things calm down.” Ran said.

“Slicer doesn’t seem like a male that plays by the rules and he’s fixing to take her any way this goes down. You do know that right?!” Vince said.

“If Slicer is unwilling to go by the rules then fuck him and his clan. It will be war.” Ran said.

“Does Ahlar know this?” Vince asked.

Ran stared at him. “Thank you!”

“Your welcome. But, what are you thanking me for?” Vince said.

“Dispite Ahlar’s behavior. Your gentleman behavior is more then I could have expected but you will not intentionally kill Slicer.”

Vince nodded. “I’m not a murder. I’m a lawyer so I’ll try to play it by the rules. When does the first match begin?” He said.

Ran nodded. “The first bout is tonight. I have made arrangements to have it at a hotel meeting room. Slicer had the option of bare knuckles or gloves.”

Vince leaned back in his chair. “He chose gloves.” He said.

Ran studied him. “How did you know?”

Vince shrugged. “He talks a good game but he has nicer hands then we do.”

Ran nodded. “Easy win for you then.”

Vince shook his head. “He’s a sneaky little bastard though. He made me show my hand early to him. Whose going to be the judges?”

Ran pointed a finger at himself. “Me and the elder of my clan. You just have to beat him two out of three matches either way he’s not getting his hands on my daughter.” Ran said and walked out of Vince’s office.

Vince’s phone rang twice on his desk. He picked it up and saw Ahlar Ran on the caller ID and put his phone back down.

Ukraine has lost the war against Russia. Welcome to WW3….

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That’s a headline you will never, never and I mean


see in a news media stream or hellmouth exclusive. But, that’s the condition we’re in. In these days that have gone to the fucking dogs.

Holy fuck.

This shit has gone on a while. I took a break from giving a damn because nobody gives a damn anymore about living in reality. Clown world is everyone’s favorite devil mouse magic kingdom of the world so…

fuck it.

I might as well have a little fun, poke a little fun. The US of A and Western NATO countries have been supporting the Ukraine with Twitter posts, money and weapons and pretending….

“Na’aw son we ain’t beefing with you, Russia.”

“Mother fucka you supplying arms and money to the dude I’m in war with bitch this ain’t no candy land game.”

“I don’t care what you say Russia. My truth says I’m the good guy. I have a big dick and I ain’t trying to hurt nobody now give me some vodka.”

Holy shit. I can’t this shit seriously. Beta Bitch Biden is the fucking President of the United States of America.

The most trusted man in America. The most noble and strong man of the 21st century my dude. The Black folks kiss the fucking ground this bitch walks on and the Ukraine has already beaten mother Russia. Let me remind you.. The government was right about the VAX.

This shit is fucking comedy gold.

It’s just a matter of time before the Angel dust is cleared away from these fuckers Eyes. I feel it. Conflict is coming. Reality is making a axe kick comeback to these fuckers minds. Sweet Jesus.. Look at her don’t she look like a bad bitch…

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Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

Warm Regards



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Chapter 6

Two days later, Vince woke up at 5:30am and went for short run and stopped off at his horse men gym.

Eddie Williams a half giant and brother horse man took one look at him and shook his head. “What the fuck is up your ass?” He asked.

“I got a fucking dual against a psychopath who wants to make my client his breeding cow. I keep having intense sexual dreams about my client. I’m going to need to refresh my weapons skills and sweat off whatever the hell is wrong with me. Can you help me out?”

“Shit. Some old world bullshit. Come on I got a training room booked for the day.” He said and turned and started walking with Vince following him.

Eddie looked him over. “Is your brother at least backing you up?”

Vince shook his head. “Something about the case fucked with him. He’s on the road. I’ve been trying to get in contact with him but no go.”

Eddie stopped and stared at him. “Are you sure he’s missing and not been taken by the assholes you up against?”

Vince froze. He hadn’t thought of that. He should have after meeting Slicer. “I don’t know. Shit. Something about this whole case is fucking with me to. I’m missing something.”

Eddie shook his head. “Trainning will help you think it through and relieve your stress.”

It was late in the morning when Vince finally got into work the next day. Andrew and Mini looked angry and then concerned at the sight of him.

Andrew frowned at him. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“Weapons trainning.” Vince said. “Slicer’s people sent any messages to the firm.”

Andrew’s face grimanced but he nodded stiffly. He turned waving a hand as he went to the meeting room. A small crowd was gathered around the open doors staring inside.

Andrew waved them away. He pointed inside. Vince saw a large bastard sword on the table. Vince walked in picking it up and sighed.

“Damn it.” Vince said softly.

Andrew shook his head. “You knew this was coming. To late for regrets.”

Vince handled the sword easily. “I wonder about that. I need to have a talk with Mr. Ross. Can you get in contact with him?”

Andrew frowned at him. “You have his number and your lead counsel. Why didn’t you call him up?”

Vince shook his head staring at the blade. “I’ve already tried that. He’s evading my calls and I can’t get lead on where the fuck he is right now. I need you to get your hunters on finding him.”

“Shit. You should have told me sooner.. What the fuck are you worried about?” Andrew asked.

“Beyond getting killed in a challenge match? There is to much shit we don’t know about this case. Illegal Orc practices. Pete is missing. I feel like shit and I can’t stop thinking about fucking Miss Ross. I think Ross might have some information to add. I got a question for you though. Is there any sort of enchantment that is given to the champion for the alliance prize?”

Andrew shook his head. “No seductions or enchantment spells. I made that clear when it was written up and made sure our people looked over the contract for any I didn’t see. Why the fuck are you asking?”

“I saw our client Miss Ross again and got un pleasant desire to fuck her on her parent’s lawn. It took to much out of me resisting the desire and I can tell you it wasn’t normal for me. We need to find Ross.” Vince said.

“Shit. I’m on it. Stay away from the Orc girl!” Andrew commanded.

Vince gave him a look that made Andrew step back. “Fucking shit.” He cursed and shook himself. “I’m going to my office and try and get in contact with Pete and work on the case.” He said and forced himself to turn and back back to his office.

Vince walked to his office with Mini close behind him. He noticed how bad he was looking by the pale expressions on his co-workers. He dropped down into his chair and tried to breath out the hard on he had that felt like it would kill him.

Vince felt Mini watching him. He didn’t look up at her. There was no way he was getting much done today until he got what ever the hell that was happening to him under control. He needed not to be around any female. “Mini. I need you to find Pete. I don’t know how you can or why this is happening to me but I need to know that he’s safe and just ignoring me and not…please just find him.” He said.

“I’m on it.” Mini said and closed the door behind her locking it.

Is the American system of employer and employee a form of economic enslavement?

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The sexist slaves are the millionaire basketball artists who run up and down a court straining their bodies to the limit and accumulating a host of injuries for the entertainment of poor folks. Who in turn spend what little they have for the sense that it matters to their very being who wins or loses a single game.

This is not hate. This the reality. Basketball in general is one of the highest paying slave employeement systems in America and I’m not excluding the other sports. All sports in general serve serve as a business of performance art in motion.

Old school performance art example:

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Go with me down the rabbit hole of my American clown world experience. It all starts in the American (goverment) public school system.

We are not taught to be individuals who buy and trade and own our own businesses. We are taught by the structure of said system itself to be 20th century factory workers. I’m not saying anything new.

What is the difference between picture below

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There is still a chain tying person to a system of control that predetermined that you work FOR money to get Stuff. To pay for stuff to buy more stuff to work for more money to leverage credit to buy more shit to pay for more shit to work for more money…etc. It’s a cycle. A endless cycle or wheel of bullshit.

So what’s the solution?

Learn a skill > become export in skill while working a sexy enslavement gig > market yourself as export over time > invest in yourself > become a business > make money > make money > make money > etc.

Warm Regards



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Chapter 5

“So what the fuck are we doing here? Am, I getting paid?” The giant blond stripper asked.

Both Vince and Andrew looked up from their work to look at her in surprise. “Paid for what?” They asked.

“Sex or information. What are we doing here?” She asked.

Vince looked at Andrew. “What the hell is she talking about?”

Andrew smiled at the stripper. “Cassandra. Would you be interested in going to expensive places and wearing nice jewelry for a couple of years.” He asked.

“Would this job include, a retirement package and a condo?”

“Yes. All I ask is conversation, loyalty and your lovely presense.” Andrew said.

Cassandra raised a eyebrow. “And, the sweet stuff as well of course?”

Andrew smiled and nodded. “Do we have an agreement?”

“Can I have that in writing? She asked.

Vince chuckled. While Andrew smiled and nodded. “We will write up the terms ourselves and your lawyer can look over them. Are you hungry or would you like me to take you home?”

“Your place or mean?”

“Whichever one you prefer.” He replied.

Cassandra frowned still not convinced and studied Vince’s profile. “Is your mother a Gi?”

Vince looked up toward her. “Yes, she was. Mid range.”

Cassandra sat up and looked at Andrew. “Are you full blood Gi’s?”

Andrew shrugged. “Ethnically we’re mixed. Percentage wise we’re twenty percent, low-born Gi’s. Though Vince and his brother would be higher percentage wise because my departed wife was full blood. Are you hungry?”

Cassandra smiled at him. “What do you wish to know about Slicer?”

Andrew patted her knee. “Whatever information you wish to share would be welcome but we can gather the information from other sources that’s not the reason I picked you up.”

“Will those sources tell you about Slicer’s Orc religious leaning and mating rituals to the old world ways.” Cassandra asked icy tone.

Andrew frowned over that statement. Orc religions and mating rituals were illegal out right in the region King’s country. Though there were loopholes and fake imitations even thoughs could get a human or Orc serious prison time or death if found out.

“Did you engaged in such Orc practices or witness such?” Andrew asked.

Cassandra shook her head. “Hell no.. I only heard comments and conversations resently over the last few months surrounding a Orc girl, Slicer and his brothers are interested in when they were talking at the club.”

“Do they know you heard-“

Cassandra shook her head. “Oh no. They don’t know much about giants and having tits and ass was all they hired me for. They didn’t about giant’s hearing.”

The next morning, Vince was still pissed off and needed to talk to Ron. He left his grandfather at the firm half an hour ago with Cassandra and took off home only to get a shower and change of his clothes. Cassandra had revealed to them enough information on to have him more then a little concerned. Ahlar was in deeper shit then she knew about.

Vince had been trying to get into contact with Ran but couldn’t seem to reach him.

He arrived at their mansion. Daisy was out front in her garder yellow dress and matching hat. She smiled at him but her smile froze seeing his face.

Vince succeeded in forming a smile on his face. He approached Daisy as Ahlar came out the house dressed in pink booty shorts, a white Omega O tank top and no shoes. She didn’t have a bra on. This wasn’t going to work out. He knew she had just come out of the shower. His nose to took in her scent and heat. His mouth watered as he could almost taste her in his mouth. His reaction wasn’t normal though he had been attracted to her the first time he saw but this wasn’t normal. Her chest was thrust out to him in an offering and he doubted she had any idea what the hell she was doing to him by the dumbass blind ignorance on her face.

“Get back in the house. Now.” He told Ahlar.

“Who the hell are you talking to like that?” Ahlar said.

“Come here and find out.” Vince said calmly.

Ahlar frowned at him but she took a few steps toward him before Daisy yanked her back and pushed her back into the house slamming the door closed.

Daisy smiled nervously. “Did you want to speak to me.”

“Yeah. Ah. I ran into a bit of a problem a few hours ago. I had a meeting Slicer at his business.” He said.

Daisy’s smile fell away. “You have to kill him then?”

“Yes. There’s no way around it. I barely stopped myself from shooting him today only because I wouldn’t have made it out of his club alive with my grandfather. I’ll still try to talk to him but he’ll be coming for Ahlar before the champion trial. It would be best if Ahlar not go outside like that until I’ve dealt him. I’ll talk to your husband later.” Vince said.

“What did he say?” Daisy asked.

“Words one should never say about a Omega and daughter of a horseman.” He said.

“What did he say?” Daisy repeated her question.

“He said that he had tasted Ahlar for himself and he wasn’t going to give her up. After that things went to shit quickly.” Vince said.

“That is…troubling but I promise my daughter is still a virgin. Ahlar is-“

“-I’m sorry but I don’t give a damn either way at this point. It is what it is? It’s to late for me to step away. You look lovely today Daisy I hope you have a better afternoon then I had a morning. Please inform your husband I need to see him at the firm or his place of business today. We have matters to discuss.” He said and walked to his car and drove away.


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Chapter 4

Vince pulled up his BMW up front into a parking space a few feet away from strip club. Vince frowned at the place shaking his head and gave Andrew a look.

“Mini. You sure you go the right address?” He asked her over his speaker phone.

“Yeah. Why? What’s wrong?”

“It’s a damn titty bar.” Andrew said in disgust. “Fuck. It’s not even the good kind.”

“A what?!” Mini said in fake surprise.

“It’s a strip club, Mini. Why are you fucking with me right now? Is this the right location?”

Mini gigled. “I couldn’t help myself. But, yes. Your in the right place. It’s the only half legitimate business the opposition has in his catalog that’s in his name. Good luck and stay sharp.” She said and hung up on him.

Vince and Andrew got of his car and walked into Orc strip club that was owned by slicer and his family. Vince had a headache as he sat down at a small table near the bar to loud club music near the stage where half naked Orc females and giant females danced on polls.

Andrew was smilling like an old fool smoking on his cigar and passed two one hundred bills to a giant blond in a pink thong and matching high heel sandles, who gave him a air kiss.

Vince waved a way a few Orc females that had started to approach him for a lap dance or tip. He waited and saw when Joc Slicer and his younger brother Knoc came over toward his table.

They were big shit houses with nose rings and jet black hair cut short and tight. They came to stand in front of him towering over him.

Vince smoovely rose to stand at height level to the tall Orcs. He smiled. “I’m the champion for Miss Ross and I’m here to discuss a few things with you.”

Joc shook his head. “Not much to discuss human. Ahlar and I have an agreement that she would agree to be my breeding slave. I’ve already tasted the goods and I approve. The only thing that stands between me and her is her father’s money and higher standing to call for a challenge to my claim but that can only help her so far. Are you ready to die now or later?”

“By Orc law Ahlar had no right to even hint at selling herself to you.” Andrew said cutting through the tension.

Joc frowned and glanced at Andrew. Andrew smiled at him.

“Her father owns her. You knew he wouldn’t approve of you. Your plan almost worked but Ahlar didn’t summit to your will over her as her master or protector. Our client is willing to compensate you for her leading you on up to ten grand in gold.” He said.

“Ahlar is mean. Your human magic words will not stand in my way and neither will you.” Joc said turning back to Vince and poking him hard with his finger.

Vince calmly pushed the finger aside. “We’ll meet each other at a more convenient time for off business hours.” He said.

Joc spat in his face. Vince reacted by chopping Joc in the throat and kicking Joc’s brother in the balls and shoved him away.

Andrew was up and swinging his bar stoll at a bouncer who charged at them. Vince produced a gun from Joc’s holster and aimmed it at him hauling to a chair.

Vince stared at Joc. “Are you ready to die because I would rather finish this on the agreed upon way. What’s your decision?”

“Challenge accepted, human.” Joc said.

“Get the car ready Andrew.” Vince said.

Andrew started to go but then cursed and yanked the blond off the stage through her over his shoulder and ran away.

Vince smiled. “Godsdamn. I’ll be sure to have a nice knife ready for you.” He said as he walked away.

A bouncer came at him. Vince took aim at Joc. “I’ll kill him right now. You’ll be minus one, contender, boss.” He said.

“Back off. I’ll saddle up with the hu-man later on.” Joc said.