Speakeasy Strip

Kentucky backwoods, 1925. Moonlight slices through warped boards, glinting off a copper still. The shack shrinks, walls pressing in, the still's heat licking at their skin. Boots grins, feral and raw, pressing closer 'til his hard-on nudges her thigh. Mabel laughs, a wild throaty sound, and bolts around the barrels.Kentucky shacks, Chicago speakeasies, burlesque joints, back alleys across Prohibit...