Getting Tail (Flash Fiction)

Managing a whorehouse is a lot like playing house with 20 hormonally charged teenagers. Except that’s only part of the promise of exhaustion the current Madame is dangling over my head. Then there’s the parade of john’s and jane’s, the hygiene, and staying ahead of the law.

Not that the law is overly concerned about the sexual proclivities of the staff or clientele of Heaven’s Rest, paid or otherwise. Life has become more civilized since the days of street walking. Assassination is still frow...