Venus Van Dam

"Salutations, gentlemen. Venus Van Dam baby, at your pleasure. But pleasure aint cheap, and neither am I. Now, where's that 2 grand we talked about? Or should i get out my peacemaker and help you meet your maker?" 💋Prostitute /Escort 💋Transgender and proud 💋Mother to Joey

@VisceralRedhead She grabbed a heavy silver platter off a table mid-stride and hurled it like a discus, clipping the monster’s leg and making it stumble just long enough for Lydia to close the gap.

@VisceralRedhead glasses and made the few surviving guests scream louder. Venus grinned fiercely, and broke into a full sprint after it. “Lydia! Don’t let it reach the kitchens, there’s too many places to hide back there! I’ll drive it toward you!”

Starter for the sexy red in red @VisceralRedhead Beacon Hills | The Grand Silvan Hotel | 7:42 PM Venus Van Dam knew a few things for sure: champagne was best served cold, heels should always be worn with confidence, and rich men in suits tended to have more secrets than a

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Literate Detailed Writer is 21+ “Why don’t I tell you your fortune?” “I can foresee your death. You were the victim of crows.” “I was driven to madness ages ago. My husband died and now I live in Belgium to escape my horrid brother.”

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The Devil’s Dead (A Larkin Solo) The tea cup in my hand wobbled, its contents sloshing with the motion of my shaking as I stared at the mobile in utter shock. When the blower had finally gone off in the kitchen, a few hours back, I’d gone over to it reluctantly, expecting it to

@UnashamedSass shaky, one hand braced on the brick to keep from collapsing completely. For a second, all I could do was stare at her this fierce, exhausted-looking bartender who’d just saved my ass without a second thought.Then my voice scraped out, hoarse and raw. “…Thank you.”

@UnashamedSass two hands, chest rising and falling, looking like she’d just walked out of hell and brought the devil’s own weapon with her. She didn’t say another word right then. Just stepped between us, bat raised again, ready to swing at him again . slid down the wall a little, my legs

Men can be the devil, @UnashamedSass Lord knows I’ve danced with more than my share, and tonight I was starting to see the horns pokin’ through on the one beside me. I stood out front of The Alibi Room, my shawl glitterin’ under the streetlamp like a promise I wasn’t about to

@AssertiveCantor Miss most?”

@AssertiveCantor just when I need a damn good pie.” She picked up half her own sandwich, already cut on the diagonal the proper way, took a bite, and let out a contented little hum, waiting for the answer with genuine curiosity sparkling behind long lashes after she had asked, “what things do you

Starter for @HotVanDam Astrid Finch sat in the corner booth of the small-town diner, the laminated menu heavy in her hands. She flipped it over and over, eyes scanning the breakfast specials and the greasy, comforting offerings of eggs and pancakes, bacon and hash browns. The