Soapy Summer Reading

Jack's been slammed at the bookstore, slinging summer reads left and right to every sun-seeking slob in town. He's constantly bickering with the other knuckleheads about shelving spots, and hell, he's this close to telling the boss to shove it. Then bam—wrong delivery hits: a stack of steamy adult mags straight from Korea. Instead of shipping 'em back like a good boy, he stashes the whole naughty haul in a locked closet. That night, after bolting the doors, he cracks one open. Flips through page after page of bare-assed beauties and rock-hard action—gets him so damn worked up, his pants are tenting like a circus. 'Screw it,' he thinks, 'time to hit that Soapy Massage joint down the block.' Come his day off, he's strutting over there, cocky grin and all, ready to dive into some slippery fun.