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Steffi smiled as she worked on the
liver and onions. Giles was still going on. "I just don't understand,
Stephanie, how you can continue to associate with these working class types. I
hoped that living in my house would bring you and Ken up a bit..you do, after all like some classical music." Giles
looked hopefully at her. "Must you have them over for that silly card
game?"
Steffi chortled.
"Giles, Giles...you just don't get it...my friends are just as interesting
AND as intelligent as yours, and, what's more, it's so insulting for them to
come to your house and have you sitting in your den, being s' rude to
them."
Steffi gave Giles a lingering
look.Her cleavage looked so good in that pink sweater! "I don't like
that in my house...and you told us that it's our house too, right?" Giles
sighed. What he was really upset about, was he'd hoped that Steffi would take
him upstairs, strip to her tiny t-shirt that made the nipples bulge.
Yes and then Steff would run
her long French nails up and down Giles' cock as he begged for release...
She'd stroke and pull, toying with
the big vein on the bottom of Giles's sweaty member, and if Ken was home, he'd
walk into the room, and give her shit. "Let me kick that faggot's ass...why's
he bitching whether he can cum or not?" Ken would make threatening
gestures at Giles, who would quiver...and then when Giles got close to cumming,
Steffi would turn Giles over on the bed, so his bound hands were on top, and
she'd lay him out with her strap until he was weeping and pleading...and THEN..
Steffi would turn Giles over
again, kiss him, licking the tears off Giles's damp cheeks and
tell him he was her sweet baby, and begin the eternal stroking again...and then
sometimes Ken would come in and turn Giles over again, and whip him, or
butt-fuck him...
But it was such a nice or at least
horny way to spend the time, and then eventually they'd either put Giles to bed
horny or maybe, if he was good, and handed out a few generous tips...they'd let
him jerk off onto some of Mummy's old china, and lick it up.
But with these assholes from Ken's
old gang coming over, Giles would be in a snit...and he'd intimidate them a
little bit, Giles thought with some satisfaction. Because these guys knew that
Ken and Steffi were working for Giles in some way...and that Giles was a big shot...and so at least they'd be intimidated.
Perhaps Giles had a long-standing
resentment against blue collar boys because the kids on the stickball team used
to make fun of poor Giles when Mummy'd send him to violin practice in his
little velveteen suit, and once one of the guys saw Mummy giving Giles his
enema...and the whole of 48th Street knew about it the next day...and Giles's
name was Douche-bag for months...until he'd gone off to prep school.
Giles got annoyed with the
argument. "Well, these white trashy types are your friends, and I suppose
I must tolerate them...I'll go in my library as always!" And Giles turned
to go...but then Steffi's hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
"I think we need to give you
a little more exposure." Forty minutes later, when Ken and his ten or
eleven friends came stomping in, making all kinds of noise, what an
astonishment they had to see Mr. Ludd, the big-shot employer, standing in a corner
of the foyer, with his pants and underpants down around his ankles.
There was no sign of a
whipping...Steffi had been merciful on that point...but she apparently wanted
them to see what a
“SWM,53 ISO DOMINANT COUPLE, ANY SEXES, TO RESIDE IN MY MANOR
HOUSE AND TREAT ME AS I DESERVE. I COMPENSATE WELL--#2903” Steffi re-read the
advertisement in the “City Dweller” free weekly again.
Her magenta fingernail toyed with an errant
strand of platinum curling over her shoulder as she looked up at Ken, who was
disconsolately reviewing the Help Wanteds.
“There’s
nothin’ Steff. All the construction jobs are halted and I don’t know jazz about
‘puter programmin’, making
web pages or cooking or hairdressing.” In spite of his
moroseness, Ken laughed at the last, and Steffi laughed with him. “Well, before
we send you to
Steffi
handed Ken the advertisement she’d circled, and watched the big man frown as he
read it, struggling with his dyslexia.
She loved him. Ken was a great lover and a wonderful guy…but he wasn’t
built to make a living in 2006.
Stephanie was, as her previous boyfriend
called her “a lazy slut if there ever was one” but her new husband really
wanted to work, and it was a shame there wasn’t anything for him. She watched
the crew cut shake as he got the full impact of the ad, but Steffi could
convince Ken of anything.
“Please,
Steffi…” Giles stood with his knees together. Steffi, resplendent in a yellow
sundress that showed off her full breasts with vigor, looked up from her
attentions to Giles’s birdbath in the back garden. She smiled at Giles
sincerely enough.
“What’s up,
honey, you look so funny all knock kneed like that.” Tossing her blonde
hair, Steffi looked over at Ken, busy with his Gameboy on the chaise
lounge. “Doesn’t he look all cutesy, Ken?” Ken, intent on Pokémon Red., didn’t reply.
In spite of
his agony, Giles was once again silently amazed at how beautiful Stephanie
looked, bending over the birdbath in her tight yellow dress. But it was
difficult to concentrate on an erection when you’ve not been allowed to pee in
twelve hours. Giles bent over, gritting his teeth. Had Ken locked ALL the
bathroom doors? Giles suspected so…he knew it.
Giles had
tried his personal bath in the master bedroom (not that he used the master
anymore; it was the couple’s now…Giles was relegated to a maid’s room down the
hall) That bathroom was locked, as were the two on the second floor, the one in
Mummie’s drawing room, and the large bathroom adjacent to the dining hall. The
basement of course had been turned into an amateur dungeon, and Ken now had the
only key down there.
This had
happened because Giles had complained of diaper training—he didn’t want it any
more…and so the two of them had nodded jovially. Giles should have known that
Ken and Stephanie didn’t give in on anything that fast…and they’d let him sit
at the table with them and drink lots of iced tea, the night before…and then
somehow, when Giles was asleep, Ken had cuffed his right hand to the headboard.
Struggling,
Giles had attempted to leave the bed around
Now, he wondered if he could get his blonde
goddess or her oafish husband to give him a key.“You
look so uncomfortable, Giles.” Steffi gave him one of her dazzling smiles. “You
miss going wee-wee?” Giles nodded his head. “And poo-poo, Steffi…please let me
use the bathroom, dearest.” Steffi shook her head sunnily. “And you know what
happens now..you asked me. I told you not to mention
the bathroom to me til
But she
asked me! It was a trap! Steffi gave a vicious whipping…that would be worse
than being denied the bathroom, for God’s sake! But Steffi was smiling that
implacable smile. “You’ve never learned with warnings, eh, Gilesy? I always
have to beat your bare buttocks to get you to leave off complaining and
whining…to teach you patience.”
Steffi
giggled. “Will you hand me my cane? I didn’t think so, dear.” Ken’s voice came
floating across the yard. “You got to beat him into obedience, the little
asshole. You need help, I’m here!”
Giles rolled
his eyes and tried to move away as Steffi stepped away from the birdbath nad picked
up a rattan cane sitting near the fence. Ken looked up with a grin on his face
as Steffi stepped over to Giles, who was trying to move to the door.
"He's
gettin' away, honey." Steffi smiled and walked towards Giles, who turned
to run in the house. "HEY!" Ken screamed, and Giles stopped in his
tracks. "Don't you run from Mommy, boy...you don't want my belt."
Giles stopped, his knees still pressed together, and a tear rolled down his red
cheeks. "No sir."
“Now Giles,
I want you to take down your pants dear.” Steffi said pleasantly, and after a
woebegone look at Ken, who was gritting his teeth, Giles bit his lip and
unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, and then pulled down his underpants.
“B-but don’t you want to go inside? People can see us out here in the garden”
Giles pleaded.
Steffi
smiled and bent the cane, “For your insolence, you can take all your clothes
off…out here in the garden.” Giles looked at her, and then turned to Ken, who
narrowed his eyes at Giles over his Game-Boy. Giles burst into tears and
undressed completely.
“Look at
him, Ken” Steffi laughed. “Naked, pudgy and trying to keep
his piss in!” Ken looked over “Looks like Porky pig without his little
top.” And indeed Giles did look somewhat ridiculous, his legs knocking
together, trying to keep his wee- wee from releasing urine.
Steff looked at the skid marks on Giles’s
undies. “Guess you’ve been having a Hershey squirt, eh dear?” She and Ken
laughed like maniacs.
“All right,
bend over your picnic table, Giles darling.” Steffi said sweetly as she
flounced over in her pretty yellow dress. Oh, Giles loved her breasts, which
were full to bursting out of the top. Now, Giles.”
Giles sighed and leaned across the table. “And darling..don’t
let my whipping you be an excuse for pee-peeing.” Steffi said brusquely.
Steffi took
a roll of Bounty paper towels and ripped two off and put them under the table,
just below Giles’s cock. “Now I’ll be able to tell…and if there’s even one
little driblet of pee-pee, then Kenny will give you twenty after the twenty I
give you with the cane, OK?”
Giles nodded
miserably, as his fingers clutched the sides of the picnic table. He’d never
had a picnic table back here, and he’d been forced to buy this low-class yard
furniture to accommodate Ken and Steffi’s “friends” Ohhh.
Steffi
lifted her cane. “Now you’ll learn not to nag me about lavatory matters when
I’m trying to make your garden a showplace, won’t you?” The cane went up.
WHACK! A stream of red fire right across his bare cheeks.
Giles closed
his eyes and gritted his teeth. “What do you say, Giles?” came Steffi’s warning
voice. “Th-thank you Miss Steffi, for my punishment, may I have another?”
He had to
really push his knees together to keep from soiling those paper towels. WHACK!
“Thank y-you (sob) Miss Steffi, for my punishment, may I have another?” Oh, it
was terrible. His buttocks felt as if they were being hit by darts. No, Ken had
thrown darts at Giles’s ass before…it was more—WHACK! WHACK! “Well?” came Steffi’s imperious voice.
“Th-(Giles
was now crying openly) Th-thank you Muh-muh-Miss-“ Giles’s
tears were coming down fast. Kenny looked over his Game-Boy at Giles. “Why can’t you say Miss Steffi’s name right?” Kenny bit his
Marlboro Light cigarette harshly. “Do I have to come over there—“ Oh, how Giles hated this.
Sometimes he just wanted
the punishments to be between himself and Steffi…and she could be so sweet and
loving to him, and they’d joke a little about how they were both brighter than
Kenny…but then Ken had to come in the Daddy all the time, though of course
Kenny was thirty-three and Giles was fifty-two.
“Thank-thank
you Miss Steffi, for my-my punishment, may I have
another?” Steffi laughed genially. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! And before Giles
could do the
chant again, Steffi pulled him off the picnic table by his ear to view the
possible damage to the paper towels.
“Well, good
going” she said, as Giles held his breath, and Ken looked over with a
threatening look on his face. “Our little Giles didn’t make any wee-wee on the
towel.”
Ken clapped
sarcastically, and Giles smiled proudly. “I have good self-control.” Steffi
smiled, and crooked her finger at Giles, as she went to sit down on a lawn
chair. Giles stepped over in front of her, and Steffi made a hand signal, and
Giles spun so Steff could cuff Giles’s hands. Giles looked somewhat concerned
when she spun him back again.
“Oh, don’t worry, darling.” Steffi said in a
giggly tone. “I just wanted to give you some sugar.” With that, Steffi began
playing with Gile’s throbbing dick with her long nails. Now he was full of piss
AND damn horny, and as Steff leaned over, Giles got a good look at her full
breasts encased in the gorgeous yellow sundress.
“Mommy’s so proud of her Gilesey!” Steffi
said, as she tickled Giles’s cock and began pulling and stroking it…Giles got
harder and harder as Steffi worked on him. “You like that, sweet-ums?”
Steffi
giggled up at the naked Giles, who nodded happily. Steffi’s long fingers went
up and down Giles’s cock until he was shaking with desire, she pulled just a
little more, and then suddenly, she tickled him under his cock. “You are such a
sweet boy and—KEN! THIS PERVERT IS PEEING ON MY DRESS!” Giles was alarmed. He’d
let go and twelve hours of back urine and all the iced teas he’d drank the day
before were releasing on Steffi’s dress.
Giles
watched in horror as Ken jumped up from the lawn chair. “Fuck the belt, I’m
taking you downstairs to the dungeon…and use the bullwhip on you, how DARE you
pee on my wife!” As Ken grabbed Giles’s left ear to drag him to the outside
entrance to the cellar/dungeon, Giles cried even louder...his feelings not
helped as his last sight before being dragged into the dungeon was two neighbor
girls giggling at the nude man from over the fence.
SEPTEMBER
12, 1998 8:45 pm
Giles Ludd
downed his glass of Chablis and stood up
slightly as the young couple came uncertainly into Au Pie de Ange. Oh God. Amazing. The young
woman was stunning. She was the sort that Giles had always lusted after in
malls, on the street, in the typing pool at his firm—but had never been able to
get to know.
Smith Minor
his roommate at Saint Dunstan’s had called them “Townie girls” And it’s
true…you don’t get to meet types like this Mrs. LaTieri—a curly blonde in a
brilliant azure tube top and Pleather miniskirt—in the Harvard Club or at the
opera. And look at her husband. What a behemoth.
Giles could
just imagine that brutish fellow with a razor strop in his hand. Giles’s feet
began trembling, and he felt a lump in his pants.
Brice, the
maitre’d was guiding the nervous pair
through the elegant tables with a “Don’t-these-two-belong-in-a-diner”
look. “Hey, lookie there, Stef!” the behemoth roared. “That’s the owner of the
Pittsburgh Steelers sittin’ at that table over
there! No, there, by th’ winda !”
Brice’s prissy face blanched as he approached
Giles’s table. “Mr. Ludd, here are your guests.” The large man clapped Brice on
the shoulder and offered him a dollar. “Thanks, pal.”
Brice gasped
and scurried away.
“Mr and Mrs.
LaTieri?” Giles said politely. “I’m Giles Ludd. Please sit down.” The blonde
smiled. “Oh Mr. Ludd, call me Steffi…and this is Kevin.” She put her arm
affectionately on the large man who was stuffing the dollar back in his pocket
somewhat perplexedly.
APRIL 26, 2002
2:46 pm
"It's going to be all right." Steffi said
encouragingly. "I just don't know." Giles looked extremely doubtful.
He was kneeling, nude in front of Ken's open zipper. Ken was slowly pulling his
dick out, with a big grin. It was an odd scene, in Giles's big library...
"Gilesey,
honey" Steffi said with a soft voice, "Ken came home from a hard day
at the pool hall, and he wants a little relief, Giles...and that's your
job..." Steffi smiled and rolled her eyes. "In a few months we'll get
you a little pink bonnet and a dress to wear when you perform on his dick, and
even lip-gloss, but right now, we just want you to learn the basics."
Giles shook his head. "I-I just can't...I'm
heterosexual--" Steffi laughed.
"You wanted to serve a couple, a man and a woman. This
is part of service."
Ken pulled
his dick out, and waved it at Giles, who began trembling. Steffi smiled and
helped Giles up. “Just a moment, darling.” After picking up her Spencer paddle,
an evil looking frat-boy thing with holes to accelerate speed, Steffi took
Giles over to the fluffy armchair in the library. “Bend over, honey.” Giles
looked desperate, his eyes leaking tears. “I-I-I just don’t want to suck but—“
Steffi took Giles by the ear and forced him over the fluffy armchair.
“Now we’re
going to learn obedience…I hope.” Steffi smiled at Ken who shook his head
disgustedly, his limp dick sagging there. WHACK! Giles screamed. “Like a little
girl, you just have to howl, don’t you?”
Steffi said sympathetically. “Now Gilesey, in a moment, you will go back and
suck Daddy’s dick like a good boy, but you are going to take your paddling like
a man.”
Steffi
stroked the back of Giles’s neck as the nude little man with the red imprint on
his butt sobbed silently. “No more screeching, please.” Steffi said, nicely.
WHACK! Giles bit his lower lip. His buttocks felt as if they’d been dipped in a
French frying machine. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Giles howled. “No, no,
darling…”Steffi said in a soft tone. “You make Steffi so annoyed with all that
screaming, and then I want to go get the bullwhip. You don’t want that, do
you?”
Giles shook
his head, biting his lip again. Steffi smiled at the raw meat that Giles’s
buttocks had now become. She lifted her paddle again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! Steffi took turns whacking one cheek at a time until Giles burst into
tears…and shook his head.
“Now do you
think you can suck Kenny’s dick, maybe?” Steffi looked earnestly at Giles. He
looked up at her, and how adorable she looked in her snug chocolate turtleneck.
“I-I’ll try, Miss Steffi…” Giles looked pleadingly at her. “Be a good boy and
do a good job and maybe I’ll let you suck my sweet buttocks later on, baby.”
Steffi promised sincerely enough.
“You love kissing my plump bottom cheeks,
Mommy knows that.” Giles nodded, excitedly, thinking of Steffi’s round pink
asscheeks, and the last time she’d stood before him, with her panties bunched
around her full thighs, and how Giles had kissed her pink globes and rimmed all
the dingleberries out of her asshole and his penis got hard.
Hours of
kneeling and kissing her beautiful bottom…oh how wonderful it was when she
allowed it, though most of the time she just allowed him to kiss her covered
buttocks, but that was also a thrill—the full cheeks pushing out faded bluejean
shorts and tight black pants…but bare, what heaven!
“No…no
erections from the slaveboy now, Gilesy.” Steffi said.
“B-but
Ma’am, I was just thinking of worshipping your buttocks—“ But Steffi’s eyes
were cold now
“Stand up!”
Giles stood, and Steffi slammed his cock with the Spencer paddle, and Giles
fell over in agony, grasping his now quite limp penis. “Enough dramatics,
Giles…back to Ken’s dick, now.”
Giles got up
and crawled over to Ken’s penis and kneeled again.
Ken’s cock was out again, and he was massaging it a bit. “Now
Giles, darling” Steffi said. “I want you to be able to really give it to Ken…I
am hoping that you can join us in the morning in bed…you already lick me to
orgasm when we wake up and you bring us breakfast in bed…and now I’d like it if
you could also blow Ken every morning as well, before you go to work.” Giles’s
stomach turned.
“Or in the
shower” Ken said with an evil grin. “He could be on his knees suckin’ as the
water comes down.” Steffi giggled. “Whatever. But anyway, to start with, I want
you to do deep-throat cocksucking, none of this kiss and lick stuff.” Giles
shook his head. He could not believe that he’d once been a decorated Marine
lieutenant colonel.
“First, I
want you to open your mouth, Giles, and relax it…and stick your tongue out.”
Giles opened his mouth and the tip of his tongue came out.
Steffi’s
blonde curls bounced as she shook her head emphatically. “No, all the way, and
now I want you to flatten it like at the doctor’s when he puts a tongue
depressor in your mouth.” Giles flattened his tongue as best he could.
“Now Kenny,
stick it in!” Steffi clapped her hands as Ken pushed his hard penis into
Giles’s mouth. “If you bite down, I’ll knock yer teeth out.” Ken warned in a
gravelly tone. Giles tried hard not to cough as the big pink thing was forced
between his teeth.
“Now…lick
under the ridge of the head, Giles, and engulf him, honey. Push to the back of
the throat, Ken. Relax your jaw and your throat, Giles.” Steffi shook her head.
“You look as if you are not enjoying it, dear. Perhaps you’re going to have to
pratice on a long necked bottle or something to take it in more, Giles. Now
extend your tongue. Open your throat more, pretend to yawn, and breathe through
your nose.
Steffi
winked at Ken. “Now swallow as if you’re eating something, and that will help
Ken feel like his dick is being massaged—Whoops!”
Ken roared
as Giles pulled off Ken’s dick and vomited on the floor. Giles’s head was
spinning. “I’m—not—ready—for this!” Giles said. Steffi took Giles by the back
of the neck and firmly pushed him into the rug. “Lick up your mess, darling.
When Giles hesitated, Ken kicked him in the stomach, and Giles went down and
cleaned it all up with his tongue, crying bitterly.
When he was
done, the nightmare was not over. Ken was still unsatisfied.
"I'm
gettins so sick of waiting for Giles to finish my blowjob, Steff."
Ken said, annoyed. "He needs a little encouragement, honey. Ken pushed his
dick back in his pants, and Giles seemed to brighten. Perhaps Ken was going to
go jerk off, or fuck Steffi or something. Ken got up and grabbed Giles's arm.
"Okay, we're going to encourage you a little."
Giles looked horrified. "N-no, Ken..I'm going to do it,
I really am."
Ken shook his head stolidly."We been sitting here for
ten minutes. I'm going to help you understand who's in charge." Ken pulled
Giles up, and Giles looked at Steffi pleadingly, but she was implacable.
"Darling, we gave you a chance to do it on your
own" Steffi said in a sweet voice. "Kenny is just going to help you
to understand. Ken, why don't you take Giles downstairs to the dungeon, and
when you come back, I think I may have a tutor for him." Ken nodded and
dragged the protesting, tearful Giles to the basement door and they went downstairs.
There was a great deal of wailing, anguished screams from
Giles and shouting from Ken, and it was clear that they were finally using the
Colonial stocks that they'd purchased from Europe. But Steffi put one finger in
her ear and made her phone call.
April 26, 2002
4:35 p.m.
The doorbell rang and Steffi went to get it. "Ambrose,
how are ya!" Steffi hugged her hairdresser and oldest friend. "How
have you been, dollcakes? Nice digs you got here, better than Ken's dad's
trailer" Ambrose smiled at Stephanie. They had actually known each other
for eighteen years, having lived together in a foster home.
Ambrose had been quite the protector for Steffi, who had had
quite a time with her guardian's pedophilic interest in her...and then they'd
run off to New York to be male and female prostitutes. Ambrose was the only
friend who could remember when Steffi was a fat thirteen year old, and Steffi
could remember when Ambrose St. Clair was originally called Egbert Mortimer
Fishbein.
"Well, I have work for
you....in kind of your old line" There was a scream from downstairs.
"Don't listen...Ken is still working Giles over with a rubber hose, I
think." A few minutes later, Ken brought the naked, welted Giles upstairs,
and threw him to the floor.
"And
now, Giles" Steffi said in a honeyed voice..."Uncle Ambrose will
teach you how to suck a dick well!" And Giles knew his afternoon was
utterly ruined!
SEPTEMBER
12, 1998 9:05 pm
After they’d
ordered (Giles translating the French) and exchanged the usual inanities about
the weather and the commute to the restaurant, there was a disturbing silence.
What should I say, thought Giles. What have I gotten myself into? Who are these
people? Perhaps they just came to see what sort of a freak—
“Your ad was
really cute,” the girl said all of a sudden. She put a bread stick in her mouth
and held it for a moment as if to fellate it, and when she removed it, there
was a touch of hot pink lip gloss on the bread.
Giles’s eyes
bulged, and there was perspiration on his upper lip. “Want to finish this,
honey?” Steffi said understandingly. Giles nodded, and Steffi passed him the
cosmetically stained bread, and he breathed in her perfume as he finished the
bread quickly. He looked hurriedly at the husband, but he just rolled his eyes,
before making headway on his own bread.
Giles
swallowed the rest of the bread, and coughed, trying to recall the taste of the
cherry-ish lip gloss that he’d just caught for a moment on his tongue. Steffi’s
green eyes seemed to be dancing in amusement, and so was Giles’s cock, which
really was being rather mutinous tonight. Good God, at fifty-three one should
have more control over the genitals!
“I am not
sure how acquainted you both are with the concepts of dominance and
submission…much of my own experience has been cerebral.” Giles said, smiling
ruefully.
“Hah?” the piano-mover type said, staring. Oh,
God…he’d probably rob me if I let him tie me up. Ludd, are you insane? Still, courage, man. “What I meant to say is,
I have largely fantasized about sadomasochism, I’ve not really had a great deal
of er—hands-on experience, except with professionals.”
Steffi
leaned her adorable chin on one hand. Was she flirting with him? “I know a
little bit about it.” Ken snorted with a mouth full of breadsticks. Mercifully,
he used a napkin to remove the bread before speaking. “ Steffi used to be an
exotic dancer—“
“A stripper”
interrupted the pragmatic Steffi. Her chest heaved slightly as she giggled, and
Giles watched hypnotized as the bright
blue top bounced. He imagined her on one of those little tables, waving her
crotch and shaking a thigh strapped with dollar bills.
“Anyways”
Ken continued with a severe glance at his impudent wife, “ One night? We’re
engaged six months, and I’m coming by to pick her up at the Pink Peaches?
That’s the club, I was in the Air Force, and
Steff tells me that we’re not goin’ home just yet, she’s made a date with a
customer. I almost blew my top but she said she wasn’t—gonna you know, screw
him? Ken waved a hammy finger in Giles’s face.
“And get
this—guy says he’ll pay extra for me to watch them in my uniform…what? But
turns out, we get there, she don’t take a stitch off, makes him strip down to
the birthday and she gave him one helluva ass whipping…and then he licked her
feet while I sucked her boobs. Paid us five bills.”
Steffi
smiled at Giles’s puzzled look. “That’s five hundred dollars. It was a fun
experience, you know?”
As the
entrees arrived,(Ken still wasn’t sure what he’d ordered, was steak tartare
anything like steak and eggs?) Giles said, with a pleased look, “Well, isn’t
that interesting.”
AUGUST 26, 2006
"Hey, Turk, you look
pleased" Private Coldwell grinned. "Did you figure out what we're
going to do since we got no whore money?" Corporal Thaddeus
"Turk" Randall looked up from the free weekly. "Just because
we’re broke, Dennis, don't mean we can't get our tubes cleaned... Check this
out in this trashy "City Dweller" paper, dude! Next best thing to
pussy!"
Dennis looked over Turk's page.
"WANTED: Big servicemen, blue
collar workers and other macho types who want to have their penises serviced by
my slave Gilesa, a transvestite whore-girl. She's ugly, but can suck the chrome
off a trailer hitch! No reciprocation needed or required. Come to the back room
of Partridge's Truckstop on Interstate 80, Tuesday and Thursday nights, and
have the blowjob of your lives! If Gilesa disappoints you, you can watch my
husband and I beat the shit out of him/her until she does it right! Come on
down!"
Dennis looked up at Turk and grinned.
"Sounds good!" Turk laughed. "I got most of the fellows in the
squadron going down there...we're going to skull-fuck that crossdressing bitch
but good!"
"Sounds great to me."
said Turk. "But what kind of a sicko would let a husband and wife do that to
him? These egghead types are fuckin' weird!"
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