Harlot of Gold

An excerpt from Harlot of Gold

The stairs down to the Chinese cellar were narrow and rickety. Lamor went slowly, following the girl's easy steps with careful ones of his own. Grant came behind him, following a little too close.

In the cellar, a mess of laundry and storage boxes, the Chinese girl paused at a curtain. "You talk quickly. Not too long," she said. She moved the curtain to reveal an astonish sight.

Beyond the curtain was an apartment furnished in the Chinese style, with rugs and lamps, brass decor, and small figurines.

And a woman covered in gold.

She rose from the divan and came to them. She was naked. Her entire body was covered in brilliant, shining gold, even the heavy thatch of hair between her legs. She had a Western face, beautiful breasts, and a smooth, graceful walk that made her hips sway.

"You bring me lovers, Yi?" she said in a smoky voice.

"Lovers, miss, yes. They pay good money."

"Gentlemen," she said, gesturing. "Welcome." Lamor walked stiffly, mesmerized by her. Grant was practically frozen in place. "You will find no more decadent delight in Chinatown," she boasted.

Her nails were long and sharp. She undressed Lamor smoothly and expertly. Everything on her was gold; not a paint, not a makeup; she seemed to be made of the stuff. Fantastic.