Dirk's been under the gun so many times, he laughs at death and spits in its face. But he can't escape the feeling that something's gone awry. He sits in his office smoking a cigarillo. He has a week long growth of beard. He's muscular, but in a lean, slim, sexy way. He's in his mid thirties, but seems ageless, timeless. His office is just a room.

Dirk stares out the window into the bustling South Beach night and thinks to himself "I knew this place once. It's changed...keeps changing. So fast. Almost unreal the pace." He grew up in Miami, played all the way from New Homestead to Hialeah to North Miami. But there was no place like "The Beach". It was once all crack heads, dealers, whores and old people ready to die. Now its adrenaline, pure and rage fueled by models, music producers, movie producers, real estate developers and pimps, the real ones the ones that make millions, billions. Fed by the clubs and Bentleys and Ferrari's and sex, bikinis, Sheiks, Sultans, Barons, con men, thieves, killers and lots and lots of money. The crime has changed too. There's a new element, a unity. "It's almost psychedelic, spiritual the way his clients have changed". And Dirk's had to change. New weapons, faster bike. Can barely keep up with the pace.

Then there's the tower. It seems like it appeared overnight. It looms over the city now. Dirk thinks "Maybe I'm the only one that can feel it. It throbs, pulsates. That tower was built on sin, I swear." It was supposed to make the city more of a cultural icon. Over budget by hundreds of millions, it just sits there, has a life on it's own. All the big shots go there, are in and out. But it breathes on its own.

Last week a client came in, so beautiful. Lips of soft smooth satin pillows, slick and puckered to perfection. Her hair was hell red. And a body like she was born from a goddess and the devil. A demon Aphrodite. Curves like breaking waves, the best surfing a guy could have. Dirk thought to himself "I want to drive her like the Autobaugn". And she had fire in her eyes. He could feel it burning in his loins. She said her name was Cherry Rhedding and she lost her husband. Like he was some sort of pet or something.

Chapter 2 coming soon...

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