by Kurt Knox
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Sextrap Dungeon: Book 1
by Kurt Knox
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About the Author
Kurt Knox is an accomplished writer and a painstaking lover. He was originally born in Mexico, but immigrated to America because he didn’t understand the language. These days he lives in the Florida Everglades where he tends to his flamingo farm and his wife, Dymond. In his spare time he teaches martial arts to children because he believes in the importance of self-defense, not because he likes kicking kids. Mister Knox is an ass man.
Kurt Knox’s books are written for lovers, not critics.
Dedication:
To Mother.
You always believed in me.
I’m sorry.
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Sex is your everything. You exist for the thrill of seduction and the hot, wet slap of flesh against flesh. Vanquishing honeys is your singular mission in life. Who knows why? Loneliness? A need for validation born out of your mother abandoning you as a child? Perhaps there’s a tumor pressing on the ‘sex’ part of your brain? Probably best not to dwell on it. Let’s get you out there and put another notch on that bedpost, playa!
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Let the sexing begin.
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Before we get freaking, a quick question. What’s your gender?
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I'm male.
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I'm female.
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Correct answer! Next question, stud. This is your fantasy and you call the shots, so let me ask you straight up: how many dicks do you want?
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Just the one dick, thanks.
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As many dicks as you can throw at me, bro!
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One dick it is. Now let’s go lurking for a jerking. Yo, pimp, are you ready for a sex adventure?
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Aight.
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Um, no.
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Welcome to Level One. You’re a hot young buck looking for a good time and you know just where to find it. And where is that exactly?
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“Da” club.
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“Da” strip club.
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“Da” laundrette.
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Mad props, homes. Any fool can pick up a shorty at a club, but you don’t play the game on easy setting. The laundrette — that’s where you’ll sink your slinky. In fact… hello, who’s this piece of ass sat by a dryer giving you sex eyes? This girl is showroom quality! No time to waste, hustler: better pounce on that gazelle before some other playa tears her in half.
What’s your move?
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Show her the merch (strip to the raw like the dude in that old Levis ad).
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Hit the honey with a pick-up line.
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Neg the honey (offer her a compliment wrapped in an insult, like a painfully insecure chauvinist might).
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You roll up on the hoochie and flash your grill.
‘Gurl, was your ass forged in the fire of Mount Doom, ‘cause that thing be precious.’
She giggles like a schoolgirl in one of those Japanese tentacle cartoons.
‘How about you help me get my clothes out of the dryer and we head back to my place?’ she whispers.
This broad is down to clown. What do you say? Help a honey out?
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Yo diggedy.
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Ima dip this joint (inexplicably run away to the club).
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Pardon me, I’ve just remembered I have a prior engagement at the local art house (go to the strip club).
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There’s a new place in town where the women are smoking, the music is bumping, and —according to Yelp — they do a killer breaded shrimp. Man oh man, it is time for a powwow in your pants!
You slide into the club, dip your shades and scan the talent with your eye lasers. The girls grind and wind for the dolla dolla bills, yo! Something’s up with this picture though. Instead of thongs and glitter, these females is dressed in Crocs and baggy old sweaters. Dayum. You rock up to the dude tending bar.
‘What’s the dealy-o, yo?’ you ask.
‘Dress down Friday,’ he tells you, gobbing into a tumbler.
You hear a belch from behind and turn to see a stripper dressed in an old pair of Doc Martens and a curry-stained Motörhead t-shirt. Total hood rat. Face like a demolition zone and a body like a drunken game of Consequences. She spits out a cigarette and slurs at you with her ragged shotgun wound of a mouth.
‘You wanna lapdance, hun?’
Your choice, bro: you gonna take that dance?
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Shit no, she sounds like the kind of woman who’d get her baby’s tongue pierced.
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Beggars can’t be choosers (follow the dancer to a booth and take a ride on the baloney pony).
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If I’m gonna come at this I’m gonna come strapped (head for the bathroom and look for a condom machine).
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‘Have it your way, homo,’ says the dancer, staggering off in the direction of the shrimp buffet. ‘Now you’ll never get a piece of this,’ she adds, patting an ass the size of a prize-winning pumpkin.
So what’s next on the docket?
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Go to “Da” regular club.
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Go to “Da” laundrette.
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Playa playa! You throw on your best Ed Hardy and bounce to the club. Time to empty your scrotum pole. Whoop whoop, you about to blow up this spot!
You land at the hottest joint in town and join the line. The air’s rich with the tang of danger and Drakkar Noir. Here we go — any second now you’ll be dunking your lunch in some fine filly and then… oh, hello, who’s this hot little number ducking the velvet rope and giving you sex eyes? Shit, son, this girl’s the whole package — legs for days and an ass that could run for president. You gotta get after that, G!
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Tail that tail!
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You go after the honey, but the club’s bouncer shoots out an arm and cock blocks your path. The guy’s big as a small giant and built like a murder tank.
‘Sorry, dude, we’re all full.’
‘No wayze, Swayze!’ you say.
You’re an access all areas guy (“excess” all areas if we’re talking about the contents of your underpants). It’s your inalienable right to nail that honey. So what are you going to do about this playa hater?
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Jump the bitch.
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School the jabronie with your words.
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Smooth your way in by going gay.
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Go to “Da” strip club instead.
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Go to “Da” laundrette.
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Just go home.
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You pop your collar and show the bouncer your mad face, but he stands firm.
‘I already told you, guy, you can’t come in.’
‘I can’t come in?’ you spit, getting all up in his grill. ‘How about YOU can’t come OUT!’
In a bold move, you hold out your arm, blocking his way. He did not see that coming. Realizing you’ve barred his entrance to the world at large, he relents, lowering his arm and stepping aside. The gambit has worked. When it comes to bouncers, establishing dominance is key. They like being told what’s what. They only respect you more for putting them in their place, and that’s as true here as it is in real life. Don’t believe me, just try it next time you’re stopped at a club. Establish dominance. Works every time.
For now though, you have made it past the gatekeeper.
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You bust into the club like a wrecking ball made of sex. This place is going off! The beats are phat, the spray tans tangerine, and the hairdos loaded with so much product they look like they’re made of coral. You spot the fine female from outside. What’s your play, superstar?
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Bowl her over with a pick-up line.
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