A gorgeous redhead with an insatiable sex drive takes a young desk clerk for the ride of his life.

The motel where I work sits on a stretch of interstate highway out west, between nothing and nowhere. Our customers — bleary-eyed road warriors who stumble in after a stupefying day behind the wheel — just want to sleep for a few hours before resuming their journey. I’m the lucky guy who works the night shift at the front desk. I know that sounds sarcastic, but the truth is my luck really did come in one hot night last July.

It was around 11 p.m., and I was sitting in the air-conditioned stillness, lulled by the faint drone of 75-mile-per-hour traffic on the interstate. I’d have been bored out of my mind if not for the copy of Penthouse Variations I was reading. Then came a blast of... Read More