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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Makin' Movies
Part: 1 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Fm+ interr oral anal)
Language: English
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@(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the
people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it
here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should
treat each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Makin' Movies"
Part One
(Fm+ interr oral anal)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing
the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....
The slacks were gray. The socks were plaid...The shoes, penny loafers.
The guy's fly was open and a woman was sucking his cock. He was just normal
size but was really fucking the woman's face. She was about twenty-one, maybe
two. Real dark hair that cascaded down around her face, almost resting on her
shoulders. She looked a little heavy but then only her face was showing. Her
eyes were closed as her lips were being dragged back and forth on the cock in
her mouth. Her lip stick was a bright red...A dark, bright red. She was
sucking the guy's brains out.
He took his hands off her head and reached for her tits. The camera
panned out a bit and now you could see his hands, working on the zipper at the
back of her dress. Down it came, exposing a large, wide, white skinned back.
The guy immediately grabbed the black bra strap and fiddled with it a bit. It
finally came un-done. He was pulling the shoulders of her dress off. Her
tits were huge...Pillows of breast meat with tiny dark areolae and nipples
about the size of pencil erasures On second look, her areolae were probably
three inches across but the size of the tits made them look small.
He was palming them now, occasionally rolling her nipples with his
fingers. He rasped out. "Let me fuck'em." The woman leaned back and forced
her huge udders together. He squatted a bit and poked his cock up between her
tits. You never saw his cock again. It fucking disappeared. He was really
moving it, though. The woman was being pushed back and forth by his
thrusting. You could just see her chin and lipstick covered lips...Her dress
and bra straps down around the middle of her upper arms.
"Oooh ! God ! I'm cuming...Suck it !" He croaked out. The young woman
let her tits fall apart but too late. The first shot spurted out of his cock
head and landed on a part of her dress.
Hard to tell from this angle where it hit. The projectionist switched
monitors and rewound. He looked at the scene from another perspective. Yea !
This one was better. Her mouth was back on his cock and she was sucking on
his softening cock.
When the woman finished, the guy stuffed his soft pecker back in his
slacks. He didn't bother helping her up. She was busy putting her tits back
into her bra and dress. "Same time next week, Mr. President ?" The guy
laughed and mumbled something then turned and left. The young lady got to her
feet, ran a comb through her hair and then looked at it with one of those
little compact mirrors. She left the scene and the camera zoomed in on the
seal of the President of the United States. A small blob of semen was resting
at about the three o'clock position. The projectionist sat back and pressed
reverse. He wanted to see how it looked from beginning to end without getting
lost in the cutting and pasting.
Sometimes you think you got it right but when you watch the whole thing,
it looks like shit. He torched up a joint...Figured this was going to bring
him about a hundred grand. The actors were amateurs and hardly knew they were
being taped. The cum shot had to be done three times but that wasn't usually
a problem now that he figured out how to stretch them a bit. An eighth of
what he used in the beginning...And they're hard as steel...For about an
hour...And cum by the bucketful's.
He pressed "PLAY" and watched the President of the United States take a
phone call. The President quickly got up and headed toward the camera. The
camera panned the room, finally locating them in a vestibule. It zoomed in as
the young lady went to her knees. This was going to be fucking great ! It
actually looked like the oval office. It'd taken some bread to build but was
worth every penny.
The man looked up and standing next to him, with a hand on his shoulder,
was the grim reaper. "Looks good, buddy...Looks real good..."
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
I sat watching T.V...The Clinton Impeachment Hearings...I was rolling a
joint. Time out from editing. Some of these things could take days to do. I
always felt they were better when I was fucking stoned as shit but sometimes
Carol and Erin disagreed. Some representative was going on and on about Bill
Clinton, The President of the United States. I listened for a few moments,
figured the guy had his head up his ass and then torched up the joint.
You know...With a few changes, Bill could have had it made. As good as he
is with people, he could have made a killing in 'Nam. Hey ! It was a
people's war. Towards the end...No one was in charge...Many of us were
checking six, making sure we weren't the last one to buy the farm. I was
sometimes the same way...Who wouldn't admit that they didn't want to be the
last mother fucker to die in Nam ? Who wanted to sacrifice all for those not
sacrificing at home ?
Anyway...Then he could have inhaled with pride, daring someone to throw
the first stone. And the women thing...Shit ! Did many say a word about
Kennedy, the war hero...And even now, the only reason people are talking about
him is because of Clinton ! And Thomas Jefferson...Give me a fucking break !
Anyway, Bill aligned himself with the anti-war faction...Not a bad move.
The real faction...Not the leaders but the faceless masses who accomplished so
much to change the face of the nation...Ended the draft, shrunk our
involvement in the war to just about zero and in the process smoked lots of
dope and fucked around a lot. Probably more significant...Changed the sexual
mores and politics of the United States more than any event in history.
Guy goes to war for a year in 'Nam, leaves his family, brother, sister,
wife, honey, past girl friend and most important his male friends, those he's
really bonded with...Comes home and finds a whole new world...Their attitudes
radically changed on a number of issues...Sex, drugs, career aspirations. He
feels left out, can't catch up...Probably happened a number of times during
the 60's. No parades...No kissing lovelies...Everyone is out making their way
but he's kind of left behind...Two or three years of his life gone...Many
shrugged it off and made up the time...Many didn't. But, I digress.
Back to Bill...Nothing but a politician all his life and yet his net worth
keeps going up...How does he manage to do that ? Public service is not
supposed to make you richer...I think that's what got him in trouble but never
mind...Just about all U.S. males should be indebted to Bill for his deeds or
misdeeds. For the last ten years or so men have been on the defensive. The
slightest remark could get you in hot water, in the office...At the company
picnic...Just about any place where men were in competition with women. There
seemed to be no let up in the risk...You might say something that would
offend...Make a pass at a lady and the next thing you knew she was complaining
about some sly remark that rolled off your lips. She was offended and you
were out of a job or promotion.
Oh ! It probably wasn't that bad. The press, I'm sure, had a lot to do
with building up those events just like they swarmed Clinton on the cunt
thing. The fuckers didn't have the balls to admit they fucked up on the
Jennifer Flower's story. She was a nobody...A cabaret singer...Well,
assholes, that's who he hits on. He wasn't stupid ! Nobody in their right
mind hits on an educated woman...A lawyer, a doctor...Those women are
professionals, have connections...Maybe, feminists...Feminists seemed to want
little to do with the average, common women, who works an eight hour shift
along side her male counterpart. Yea ! Every once and a while they'd
champion the cause of a common woman but most of the press covered the Anita
Hill's and the poor women Bob Packwood molested.
Shit ! The press let their liberal drawers hang out of their pants for so
long...And then when Monica Lewinsky showed up...Paid Clinton back in spades
for their shitty, fucking reporting in the first place.
I was rather shielded from all of it in the service. Not too much of a
chance that Sgt. Whitouski would make too much of a sly remark or an off color
joke...And for the most part, those were the women I served with in the early
years. Officer or enlisted, it made no difference...Sharp, confident, good
looking and most of all competent. They got the job done. Whatever it was.
You worked hard and played hard. Places like Kunsan. Osan. Clark. Yokota.
Kadena. I once heard that you ran twice the risk of getting the clap from a
Clark AB wife than from a local girl downtown...Anyway...Not many complaints
out there...But I digress...The Bill Clinton defense will now wash all those
sins away. You can lie about sex and get away with it...All your life !!!
It's a personal matter...None of your business...Even in the office...I
mean...The Oval Office, now ! What a concept !
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
I looked for the box and slid the video into it's container. The
representative droned on and on. Jesus ! I'd been working on this for weeks.
Four cameras now bracketed the bed in the small cabin bedroom. They were not
very conspicuous and if you searched, you could find them. Most people in the
bedroom never had the desire to search around. They were usually too
busy...Well...I'm not sure busy is the right word. That was movie number
one...That was a busy video. Carol and a high school boy's basketball team.
Carol got the idea from Vicky, I think...Was spending a lot of time with
her. Lunch...Shopping...Drinks. One day Carol comes up to the cabin a day
early and tells me about this friend of Vicky's...Her husband arranged for her
to be mock raped by three guys on her fortieth birthday. Carol wanted a boy's
basketball team. I assumed she meant five black guys but the basketball team
idea was pretty nifty. I sent out some feelers but wasn't close to scoring
until I found an article in the paper about one of those high school boy's
basketball tournaments. A pre-season thing...Looked to be the perfect place
to score my love's desires.
I was settled at the hotel and waiting for two o'clock. I was to be
sitting out by pool number three and wearing a hawaiian shirt...Looked like a
fucking tourist. Should be stripped down and catching rays. Legions of young
men of all colors moved back and forth in front of me. A large group was
approaching. A young kid ran ahead and tripped over the lounge chair next to
me. He almost sprawled across my chair, then was up and gone. After the
crowd surged by, I found what looked like a cocktail napkin stuck in the
webbing of the chair. On it was written "2165." I was not familiar with that
room number. I hoped it was in this hotel.
I remained sitting, reading a book and only left after the pool area was
deserted. I ambled off toward the lobby. Keeping my head on a swivel...Not
noticeable but I didn't miss much. I'd been practicing. There was one of
those room maps at the entrance.....
.....The guy was huge...Well, tall anyway...About six-six. Fuck ! He
dwarfed me. I sat on the bed. He looked like a gangster...Baggy jeans...Wife
beater "T" shirt. I was sure I was letting stereotypes get the better of me.
On the other hand, maybe this was a stupid idea ? Maybe, Carol was right ? I
should start carrying a gun. All the air force ever trained me to do was
escape and evade. I thought I'd used that training rather well in the
past...But it's hard to escape and evade when you're locked in a room with a
guy !
Anyway, what's this fucker going to do...Shoot me ?! I kind of doubt it.
He wanted to get laid. The furthest thing from his mind was shooting me. He
looked anxious, paced the room while I sat on the bed. He finally blurted
out. "Your add...A no shit real add ?!"
I followed up with, "You're not with any type of law enforcement are you ?
Or maybe doing a favor for some law enforcement types...Are you ?" The guy
tells me he'll ask the questions. I get up and head to the door. He beats me
there and blocks my way.
"Maybe, I was a little edgy there. How about sitting down and I'll let
you explain the thing...And no ! I have no connection at all to any type of
law enforcement and I want it to stay that way. Can you make me feel good
about that ?"
I broke out in a big smile and dragged a joint out of my pocket. I held
it up for him to see. He nodded. I lit it and passed it to him. He sat down
in a chair across from the bed and I began. He had a big smile on his face
when I finished.
He stared into my eyes. "They have to be from the same team ?"
"Nah...All-stars are ok." He seemed to think that over while taking a
huge hit off the joint.
"Fuck ! This dope is mother fuckin' bad." I laughed. He joined me.
"They'll be plenty of that for the whole team. You don't mind if I
video...Do you ?" He was taking another hit.
His eyes opened wide at the mention of video. "You mean like TV ?" I
nodded and he thought about that for a few seconds. "Any rules ? Like,
things we can't do ? Shit like that..."
"Once she figures it out...I think you'll find her pretty cooperative.
Enthusiastic is probably a better description...But, I don't want her
harmed...No beating the shit out of her...The three major sports are ok..."
He seemed puzzled. "...She loves it in the ass...And of course oral and
regular intercourse." He smiled a very bright, white smile.
"The guys I was thinking of are rather..." He paused.
"Hung ?" I filled in the blank and continued. "She likes large
cocks...The bigger the better."
He smiled and went to the phone. I could hardly hear him but was able to
pick up a couple of words..."Yea !" and "Cool" was about it.
I was in my car and about a mile away before I started feeling good about
it. J.J. kept telling me that back East I'd have been deluged by now. J.J.
and I often had silly little arguments about the East versus the West. Anyway
it's all set...Next Friday night at the cabin, dressed in colors. I was
getting hard thinking about it...No heavy force or hitting her. I was scared
about that part...No way I could hold off five high school kids. J.J. assured
me it'd be cool ! That should have warned me right off. Some force was
protecting me, maybe ?? But who ?? Maybe Carol's mysterious phone calls ??
After a week of farming, I left the cabin Friday at two and picked up the
team at a 7-11 in North Las Vegas. They were pretty handsome guys and I was
sure Carol was going to have the time of her life. Three of the guys were
well over six-six or so but two of them were rather small in my
estimation...Not any taller than I am. They were all sitting in the back of
the van, smoking their brains out. From the compliments coming over the seat,
they were very impressed with the reefer. Soon they were laughing and
giggling.
We were parked down the street waiting for Carol to leave work and head
for the cabin. This was the tricky part as sometimes she told me she was
coming up but then sometimes she didn't make it. Erin was in California,
visiting her sisters.
I saw Carol walk through the parking lot and get into her car. My heart
started to beat faster. I followed at a conservative distance. The sun was
going down. I breathed a little easier when she got on 95 and dropped a
little further behind her. The van was filled with marijuana smoke. I was
stoned and I hadn't even had a joint, yet. I torched up one of my cigars and
told the team it wouldn't be long now.
I could barely see her turn off the highway and head for the cabin. I
doused the lights and coasted down the dirt road. The team was stoked and
again I whispered my instructions. I was sure I was wasting my time as I
could hardly remember what I wanted them to do. The lights in the cabin were
on and I imagined Carol changing in the bedroom, wondering what the kneeler
was for ?
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
All five of them piled out of the van but only two headed for the stairs
to the deck. All five of them wouldn't fit and the initial capture would be
easier with just two. I headed for the side of the cabin and hot footed it up
to the deck from the hill side. I reached the decking just as the guys
started to climb the stairs and turned on the video camera I was using for
this part of it. Shit ! I could hardly see anything it was so dark...Just
shadows.
They were on the decking and knocking at the door. I could see Carol
moving through the cabin, going to answer the door...Imagined her wondering
who it was ? She was still dressed in a skirt and jacket, probably a blouse
on underneath. I almost laughed when she yanked the door open and out came,
"You asshole, Willy..." The two black teenagers pushed into the front room
and I heard them cut off a yelp from Carol as one of the guys grabbed her
around the mouth.
I was on the decking and getting it all. Carol was struggling a bit but
one of the tall black kids had lifted her up off the floor...It was all over
but the shouting. The other three team members were taking the stairs two and
three at a time and I followed them into the cabin. Carol was being carried
to the bedroom and the guy following was already taking out the velcro straps.
Fuck ! This was great !
I detoured to the closet and switched on all the videos, then got back to
the bedroom door as the first two were strapping her to the kneeler. She was
screaming and yelling like all get out.
"What...What...You mother fuckers...Think you're doing...Cut that shit
out...Let me go...My husband's going to be here any minute...Oh ! What the
fuck are you doing ?"
She was bent over the kneeler, her ankles strapped to the base with her
arms stretched to the floor. Some of the guys were already getting out of
their clothes and the tall kid who carried her into the room was running his
hand up underneath her skirt. Her ass was wiggling around like it was on
fire.
"Shit...Fuck...This is some hot pussy !" I panned the group and found
three very hard cocks pointing out of very dark groins. Two of the guys were
stroking themselves and let me tell you, they had very long, hard cocks in
their hands. The guy with his hand between Carol's legs, dragged the kneeler
to the center of the room and yanked her skirt up over her hips. All she had
on was panty hose and they soon ended up stretched around her thighs.
"Look at the hair on this bitch !" It was one of the small guys and he
was sporting the fattest cock I'd ever seen. He moved over to Carol's bare
ass and ran his hand into her bush. "Shit ! The bitch is hot for it...Her
cunt's already wet." With that he poked his fat cock in between Carol's butt
cheeks and grabbed a hold. It took him a few moments and a couple of
adjustments but once he started fucking her; it was impressive. I moved in
for a close up with the hand held and watched his fat, black cock fucking in
and out from between Carol's ass cheeks.
She was screaming to beat the band and finally turned to see who was
assaulting her ass. When she caught sight of me, her eyes got real wide and
the screaming abated a bit. If you asked me it sounded like she started to
get into it...The screaming turning into moaning and I was pretty sure she was
going to start egging the guy behind her on but then one of the tall black
kids pulled up a chair and pulled her by the hair until her mouth was full of
cock.
The other three were sitting on the bed, passing some reefer back and
forth when the guy fucking her came. He bellowed and groaned as he pumped his
seed into her. I moved in for a close up and watched him pull his cum soaked
cock out of her. Number two, another tall guy...Fuck ! With a foot long
cock, taxied right up and buried himself in her swollen, red, cum slick cunt.
I had a hardon like I hadn't in a long while...Yea ! Right, Willy ?!
I turned and filmed Carol's head bobbing above the guy she was blowing.
Really he had both hands on her head and was guiding her hungry mouth up and
down on his cock as he sat in front of her. I could tell she was into it now
and didn't need to be restrained but the rules said the first round, she
remained tied to the kneeler and I wasn't about to change them now. Everyone
was way too stoned for any rule changes.
The guy, Carol was blowing, started cuming about the same time the guy
behind her did. I got some good shots of Carol spitting what seemed like a
quart of cum out of her mouth and held up number four so I could get a shot of
her cum drenched pussy. Her pubic hair was matted with jizzim and some of it
was dribbling down her thighs. Number four was another small guy but he had a
real long pecker and wasted no time driving it into her. She was cuming and
filling the cabin bedroom with shrieks of joy and that turned the team on even
more. They were egging on the guy fucking her and then one of them shouted
out. "Hey ! Fuck her in the ass...Don't want to wear out her cunt !"
Carol lifted her head and turned to the guy behind her, "Yea ! Come on,
stud...In my ass...Big boy !" The kid couldn't pull his cock out of her cunt
fast enough. The first two times his cock slipped up the cheeks of her butt
as he tried to plug into her ass. She was wiggling her ass around and that
wasn't helping him. He scored on the third time and I watched as Carol's
entire body tensed up as the guy pushed his cock into her bowels. She came a
few minutes later.
"Oooooohh ! Fuck...Fuck...Aaaagh...Yeaaaaaaa ! I'm cummmming...Fuck me !
Harder...Faster ! Aaaaagh !" The guy behind her was a blur, pumping his meat
in and out of her anus and I was up close and personal, getting some terrific
footage. Number five was standing off to the side and ready to go, stroking
about an eight inch slab of dark meat. When the guy in her started to cum, I
could see his gray spunk dribble out from around the cock he had buried in her
ass. She was still cuming and thrusting her ass back at the guy.
When he pulled out, I got a great shot of her wide spread anus, cum
dribbling out of it. Her cunt was below it and still coated with jizzim, her
pubic hair now more a light color rather than dark as it was drowning in lots
of semen. Number five forced his cock into her cunt for a while and then
started alternating between her asshole and cunt. I kept the close up going
until he filled her anus with another load of teenage spunk.
The first two to take her were ready to go again and as soon as number
five was done, untied her and the five of them started to strip off her
clothes. There were several "ooooh's" and "aaah's" as Carol does have a
pretty terrific body for a forty year old.
She was over on the bed on her back with one of them between her legs and
he was just fucking the shit out of her. Carol was fucking back like a
banshee and filling the bedroom with a torrent of profanity that would make
anyone blush. The rest of the team were really turned on and even though
they'd all had a piece of her, three of them were sporting rather impressive
hardons and ready to go.
The guy on her rolled off and her legs remained spread wide as the next
took his place. Her cunt was gapping, a steady stream of semen draining out
of her. Her legs were up around this guy's shoulders and I sat on the floor
and filmed a little of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her anus
was visible amongst her drenched pubic hair, still squeezing out some cum.
The second round lasted much longer than the first and I was afraid they'd
fuck Carol to death. I didn't see how she could keep going and tried talking
to a couple of the guys but they were so stoned I didn't think they had a clue
what I was talking about.
After number seven or eight...I wasn't sure...I lost count...Carol rolled
over to her knees, spread her ass apart and yelled for someone to fuck her in
the butt. I guess I underestimated her endurance. I went and sat down in the
front room, figuring I had enough close ups. Several of the last loads were
not quite up to standards, just a couple of squirts. I felt the team was
running out of semen.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
Several of the young guys came out and sat in the hot tub so I wandered
back into the bedroom. Carol was on top of one guy, riding him while sucking
off one of the others. It didn't look like she was having much luck with the
guy in her mouth. The bed was a mess of pecker tracks so I panned the bedding
for some ending shots.
Carol saved the best for last and tired to suck off all five while
kneeling in the hot tub, the team surrounding her as they passed several
joints around the circle. It was obvious to me that only one or two of them
were going to produce anything worth filming but I did just the same. I
caught some mediocre shots of one of them dribbling some spunk on to her tits.
The best part was just getting some shots of her tits...They looked great,
high up on her chest...Apple size, large apples at that, with real dark
areolae and her nipples never seemed to get flaccid.
The boy's basketball team had had it and after cleaning up in the hot tub,
they dressed and were ready to go back to town. It was like after the big
game and most of them were drained and too tired to even talk but the
excitement of the evening was contagious and soon the five of them were high
fiving each other and jumping around like all kids do when they're turned on.
On the other hand, Carol just sat in the hot tub and waved as they trooped
down stairs. One of them ran back up the stairs and said something to her but
I was too far away to hear anything. I told Carol I'd be back in a couple of
hours and drove the team back to 'Vegas. When I got back to the cabin, Carol
was sound asleep. She slept for a little over fourteen hours.
I was in the weed room when she woke. She crept up behind me and threw
her arms around my middle. "Thanks, Willy. That was super...Really great."
I turned and we kissed for a long time. We spent the rest of the weekend
viewing some of the footage. Carol was anxious I get started on editing and
told me she knew someone who'd be real interested in distributing it. I
figured it was her new friend, Stephan and was surprised when she said it was
Jay.
I had a rough cut done by the following weekend and had Carol and Erin up
to view the product. Erin appeared subdued during most of the preview but
Carol was visibly excited. I thought it was pretty good ! When the tape
ended, Carol stood, stripped off her clothes and dragged me to the bedroom.
Erin followed and we spent the rest of the night quenching our hunger for each
other. We polished up the film a little and on Sunday night previewed it for
Jay and his wife, Charlie.
Jay was stoked beyond belief and couldn't believe the sequence of Carol
strapped to the kneeler...Thought it was some of the best he'd ever seen. We
settled on a rather large sum and he paid us in cash before we left. Where
the film ended up, I have no idea but Carol was trying to talk Erin into doing
one...She thought the blonde hair would be even better. Erin was very cool to
the idea and I don't think it went any further than that.
I spent most of my time at the cabin, tending the crop as every time I
traveled into town I felt I was being spied on...Maybe, followed is a better
description. I was always very careful and would often drive about a hundred
miles to get where I was going. I never caught anyone following me after that
night with Lucy. Shit ! Maybe, it was her old man but I really didn't
believe that.
I'd traveled almost to Tonopah before turning back to town, stopping every
twenty miles or so to squirt any pursuers out in front of me. I'd spent about
three hours one morning going over the van and the SUV to make sure there was
none of those tracking devices attached under the chassis or bumper or
whatever. I was pretty confident the vehicles were clean.
I arrived at the condo about eleven and smoked a little reefer before
taking a nap. The girls wouldn't be home until after six so I figured I'd
treat them to dinner after I hit an late afternoon matinee at the movie house.
It was Christmas Vacation and there were a lot of kids lined up to get in the
theater. After getting my ticket, I stood in line for some candy. As I was
fishing around for a couple of bucks, I purposely dropped a joint on the
floor. After paying, I moved off toward the theater and was stopped by a very
nice looking young lady. I figured her to be fourteen...Maybe, fifteen.
She was looking around like she was up to something and was very obvious.
I figured she might be stoned already, turned and walked away. I entered the
theater, taking a seat in the rear. The young lady sat a seat away. I stared
at the usual advertising shit they show before movies, figuring it was just a
coincidence that the young lady was in the same theater I was. It wasn't.
"Aaah...Mister...You dropped this in the refreshment line." She was
looking straight ahead but holding her hand out toward me. The joint was
lying in her palm.
I pushed her hand away from me and whispered, "It's yours."
She whispered "Thanks" and watched the movie. When it was over, I stayed
to watch the credits scroll...After all isn't that what old people were
supposed to do ? She was at a bank of phones in the lobby, I figured calling
someone to pick her up. I hit the head and when I got out she was gone. I
wandered out into the parking lot and passed her sitting on the curb. I'm not
sure she noticed me.
When I drove by the theater, she was still sitting on the curb. I slowed
and as I did she got to her feet and waved. I came to a stop and she hustled
around the van and jumped in the passenger side.
"God ! I thought you'd left." I chuckled. "Wana go smoke your joint ?"
I smiled and accelerated out of the parking lot.
Doug elbowed Larry and said quite matter of factly, "Wake up, asshole.
He's driving away."
Larry came awake abruptly and immediately lit a cigarette. "Fuck you,
Doug...Where is he ?" Doug pointed and the two of them watched the guy pick
up the young girl and motor out of the parking lot.
My concentration on the young girl is probably the reason I didn't pick
them up earlier. We were just turning on to Green Valley parkway when I
noticed a vehicle about three cars behind me cut off another car moving into
the left hand turn lane. It followed us to Highview and when it turned left
with us I decided to fuck with them. I was torn between ditching the girl to
concentrate on the car following me or ditching them and getting really fucked
up with the darling young lady sitting next to me. The young lady sitting
next to me won out.
I accelerated to about fifty and coasted down the hill toward the condo
and Valle Verde. Just short of Valle Verde, I turned right and worked my way
through some residential area until turning South on Valle Verde. I
accelerated again and finally ended up in the parking lot behind the Mormon
Stake house up by Warm Springs.
I was pretty sure I lost them but wanted to make sure they didn't pick me
up accidentally just wandering about. The young lady was oblivious to my
twists and turns and sat quietly in the passenger seat. After all we were
going to get stoned and that was a very illegal activity in the Great State of
Nevada.
I could tell she was anxious to smoke the joint. She kept playing with
it. I leaned over and popped open the glove compartment. Just inside was a
fat sack of weed with my traveling bong lying next to it. "How about packing
the bong. You can keep that for later."
I kept a good look out and after she had the bong packed, pulled out and
threaded my way through Foxridge on the way to...Well, where the fuck was I
going to go ? If I went to the condo, the fuckers following me would probably
pick me up again and the cabin was a long ways off.
Just yesterday I'd done a photo shoot for that friend of Carol's out by
Nellis. An abandon house with some real shitty furniture. I was pretty sure
I could get back into it. I laughed. The first couple of shoots I did for
this guy were in pretty descent hotels...I figured those young ladies
yesterday were a bit underage and we were doing it at the shitty house because
of it.
"I'm Willy. What's your name ?"
"I know...I'm Terry."
I was paranoid now and just pulling onto the freeway, heading North. "How
do you know my name ?"
"My sister pointed you out when we were getting our tickets...Said she'd
seen you at a couple of parties in Green Valley. She told me about this."
She held up the sack of weed. I just nodded. I'd been attending quite a few
parties and not only in the Green Valley area. My paranoia abated a bit. I
got off the freeway at Charleston and motored up on to Sunrise Mountain. This
piece of shit house was near where Gary lived and had a terrific view of the
valley.
I told her to wait in the van and hurried around to the back. The sliding
glass door was easy to open and I moved through the house, making sure nobody
else was there. I opened the garage door and drove the van into the garage.
We were sitting in some real dilapidated patio furniture and the bong was
cooking off like crazy. Both of us laughing and giggling, pointing out weird
cloud shapes. The sun was low on the horizon and both of us had slant eye,
looking into it...Yea ! Right ! We were fucking stoned as shit. Terry was
laughing uncontrollably. When she started coughing, I slapped her back a
couple of times. The sun disappeared and the lights of the strip started to
twinkle in the distance. We started goofing on the lights and I packed
another bong full.
"What time do you have to be home, Terry ?" I must have thought ten
minutes before I got it out and her answer took almost as long.
"My parents are out of town...Won't be home until..." Sounded good to me.
#####
Meanwhile back in Green Valley...Doug was driving up and down streets
without any rhyme or reason.
Larry was pissed. "Why the fuck didn't you stay closer ? Fuck ! We had
him. He was probably going to sell some dope to the teeny booper...Could have
nailed him...And you fuck it up."
"Shut up, Larry. We're just supposed to shadow him and find out where his
farm is...Not bust him. Wayne's got a little surprise in store for this
mother fucker. The only thing we've got is the condo and Wayne's sure he's
not growing dope there...Had the cops scope it out with infrared...Too cool."
[Continued in]
"Makin' Movies"
[part two]
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