About Games People Play: Cut Bait
Written by BA Tortuga
59 pages / 20000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-215-7, 1-60370-215-6
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Billy and Rick are just guys, live-in lovers who are pretty happy with the life they lead. So when Rick's sister goes into the sex toy business and asks her brother to help test out her products, things get a little hairy.
The boys are willing to try a few things, just for laughs, but they soon find out that adding some spice to their sex life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Can Billy and Rick convince Rick's sister that they like their life just as it is, or is it too late to cut bait and run?
Review
Vic Winter, author of Wheels, writes: Rick and Billy are a pair of rednecks working and loving and just happy to have found each other, and for their relationship to be working out so well. The only thorn in their side is Rick’s sister Charlene, whose latest money earning scheme is selling... adult entertainment, like Tupperware only with toys, and her insistence on giving them samples. What are a couple of good old boys supposed to do with them? I’m not going to spoil you by saying what exactly, but vibes and dildos have never been used the way Rick and Billy use them.
BA has penned another pair of fun, real characters. The love between Billy and Rick is clear, the sex is sizzling, and the use of toys is in turns funny, sexy, hilarious, and certainly unique.
If you like your stories hot and laced with humor, you’re going to love Cut Bait.
Sample
God.
Rick stared at the huge pink...thing in his hands, wondering if it would fit in the box under his bed. Why couldn't his sister Charlene go into Mary Kay? Avon. Something that she could have garden parties with. Or Tupperware. Did they do Tupperware still?
Why in the name of all fuck did she have to go into sex toys?
The dildo, for he might as well call a spade a spade, didn't fit in the box. He put it in his old Samsonite in the closet. Hell, he and Billy never went anywhere that required more than a carry on or weekender.
Then, since he was the first one home, he went and scrubbed the "desert beige" paint from his latest house off his hands and started on supper. Maybe some pork chops tonight.
He heard Billy whistling before the screen door opened -- it was either Stand by Your Man or Farther Along, it was sort of hard to tell -- and Hooper and Boss started barking, Moose doing that weird-assed yodeling thing he did. "Hey, guys," Billy said, "get out of the way, now. Come on. I gotta get my boots off."
"You'd best get them off and not track up the floor. Charlene and her girl were in to clean today." Charlene needed the money more than he and Billy needed to do housework, so they paid her and his niece to scrub. It was a good arrangement, especially as Charlene was hooked up with another loser who was sponging off her worse than a loofah.
Except she kept harping on the whole "Try out my sex toys" thing.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Billy's rough-as-sandpaper laugh floated in and he knew -- he just knew -- Billy was sticking that tongue out at him. "How's it going, man? You ready for a weekend?"
"I am. Jesus knows, that lady over in Grand Saline has changed her paint choices about five times." He peered over his shoulder. "You want potatoes or rice?"