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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 5 of 9
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral)
Language: English
@(C) 2008 Willy Tamarack 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 (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Juice !

   Book V

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Thirteen

   Jake Morrison opened his cell phone.  It was a text message from the guy
who headed up the road trip to Newport Beach a couple of weekends ago.  It
was before noon.  Jake was at work and it would be five or six hours before
he could get to his computer...Unless...He went home for lunch.  The text
message consisted of one word - "Urgent."

   During his lunch hour, Jake drove home and downloaded his email.  Only
one was encoded.  Seconds later, after typing in his pass word, the message
became readable.
To: Jake
From: Larry
Need you to drop everything and make sure you're at Taco Bell around

seven-thirty tonight.  Very important.

   Jake was a little nervous when he drove back to work.  He'd never
received an "urgent" message from this guy.  He couldn't imagine what Larry
wanted to talk to him about.  Maybe, he got the approval for Jake to push a
little more weed ?  Why the "urgent" then ?  He was back at work in plenty
of time.  The rest of the afternoon dragged by, minute by minute.

   At six-thirty, Jake coasted into the parking lot about a hundred yards
east of Taco Bell.  He adjusted his seat back and began his observation. 
You could never be too careful.  Somebody might be turning you in to lessen
their sentence or punishment.  Traffic around the fast food joint appeared
totally normal.  He noticed Larry, with another guy in the car, drive into
the Taco Bell parking lot at seven-twenty.

   Jake got out of his car exactly eight minutes later and walked down to
the sidewalk before turning west to Taco Bell.  After entering, he got into
line and ordered a taco and a drink.  Larry and the other guy were sitting
in a large booth way over in the corner of the fast food joint.  Jake
wandered back and sat with them.

   The three of them ate in silence.  Jake had never seen the other guy
before so he felt a little on edge.  He was finished with his taco and just
sucking on the straw in his Pepsi.

   "Thanks for being on time, Jake.  This is Daniel.  He's interested in
your next door neighbor..."

   "Whoa, Larry." Daniel looked over at him.  "Can you give me a ride home,
Jake ?"

   Jake tried to calm himself.  For the life of him he couldn't figure out
the game being played here ?  And how did this guy know he had a car here ?
He could have walked.  Finally he answered.  "Sure.  I can give you a
ride." It just hit him.  This could be something special.  He looked over
at Larry.  "Thanks for the call, Larry."

   "That goes for me too, Larry.  Thanks for the call.  You mind taking
off." Daniel stated rather matter of factly.

   Larry gathered up his trash, got up and wandered out to the parking lot.
He kept repeating, "No problemo, Daniel." Daniel was finishing his bean
burrito.  Jake sucked on his Pepsi.  He watched Larry drive out of the
parking lot.  Daniel was drinking a diet Pepsi.

   "How far away did you park ?" The question took Jake by surprise. 
Daniel was looking right into his eyes.

   "Over by the oil change place.  Figured I'd do a little observation
before the meet."

   "Smart men always plan ahead.  I like that, Jake.  Can we get going now
?" Daniel Haefner was sliding out of the booth.  Jake followed suite.  They
wandered out of Taco Bell and through the parking lot until they came to
Jake's car.  Daniel looked around.

   "I think I would have parked over there." He was pointing across the
street.

   "I thought of that but sometimes it's very difficult to walk cross
Sunset, especially without drawing a lot of attention.  There are two exits
on this side." Jake pointed to them and then slid into the driver's seat of
his mom's Camry.  "Plus the car's not mine and I could walk and pick it up
some other time."

   Daniel slid into the passenger seat.  "Before we get going.  Are you
carrying ?" Jake was spooked.  He grabbed the steering wheel and figured
the guy was going to kill him.  Why ?  Because he bragged about banging
some teenager who lived next door ?  The idea flashed through his mind but
didn't make any sense.

   "No, man.  I'm not into guns.  I'm a computer nerd.  Sorry if I pissed
you off.  Really no harm meant.  She was just this horny chick next door
who wanted her weed for free.  Next time, I'll charge her."

   Daniel roared with laughter.  In between gulps for air he called out,
"Drive, drive, drive !"

   The laughter continued and it wasn't until Jake turned south on Sunset
that he finally broke in with, "What's so fucking funny ?"

   Daniel stopped laughing.  "Hey !  I'm not carrying either, Jake.  I've
got a license but I never just walk around with it.  Sometimes guys who
sell a little weed, well sometimes they carry weapons.  I wanted to know.
Everything is cool.  There's no trouble here." Jake visibly relaxed behind
the wheel.

   Daniel pointed.  "Get on the freeway.  Let's go out to Henderson and
work our way back to Green Valley Parkway.  Got that ?" Jake nodded.  "So,
I'm here because someone I work for; a guy by the name of `Snake.' Well,
he's about to begin a business relationship with the parents of the bimbo
you balled the other day.  `Snake' likes to keep tabs on his interests. 
The fact that you live right behind them and have distributed a little of
our weed and that Larry vouches for you.  By the way, he's usually a little
more together than tonight.  He got quite a bonus for introducing us."

   Jake looked over at Daniel.  Daniel was looking straight ahead.  No
emotion was evident on his face but Jake was sure that he'd struck it rich
the other day when he blurted out to Larry that he was fucking the girl
next door and would love to do her mother, too !

   "What can you tell me about her ?  Cute ?  Nice body ?  She smokes weed,
right ?" Daniel started the debrief.

   "Yea.  She smokes weed alright.  About an eighth a week.  She doesn't do
any work, that I know of.  Just lays out by the pool everyday.  Pretty
cute. Nice body." Jake paused.  "And she fucks like a porn star." He looked
over at Daniel.



   Daniel stared back at him.  "You aren't bullshitting me about this; are
you, Jake ?" Jake looked back forward, concentrating on the traffic.

   "Well, okay.  I've never fucked a porn star, but I wasn't the first or
second guy with this bimbo.  She was pretty stoned but was grabbing for my
cock as soon as I started playing with her tits.  And she has nice tits."

  
***************************************************************************

   Eddie "Snake" Edwards was scrolling through the names.  There were only
a hundred or so but they were much further along than he imagined fifteen
years ago.  There she is.  Taylor Pine.  A nasty little bitch if there ever
was one.  Fucked over a hundred guys and she's only nineteen.  And such a
nice tight little butt.  He needed another party girl.  Cyndi Forest. 
Another good candidate.  Not quite as experienced as Taylor but an
outstanding piece of ass with huge titties.

   Carlos and Casey would love them.  But they're really going to go ape
shit over gangbanging Ms.  Gilbert.  Colleen Gilbert.  That "Yachtsman" was
a miracle worker.  It wasn't three or four weeks ago that he got back from
British Columbia and he's already got this woman and her husband moving
cash.  The woman was highly sexed if last weekend's video was any guide. 
And the husband, Kent, was a letch.  They had him dead to rights with this
nineteen year old at his store.  And then there's the weekend he stayed
home while his old lady was out of town fucking the "Yachtsman."

   "Snake" was sure Kent fucked his wife's daughter that particular
weekend. The fuck couldn't get enough pussy last weekend.  He fucked both
Melanie and Jill, that friend of the "Yachtsman," repeatedly.  An
overweight, hairy jerk-off but he had a big, fat dick.  "Snake" reached for
the intercom button.

   "Carlos.  You ready to go ?  Have the car sent around.  And check the
exit."

   Carlos Santiago snapped up right.  He'd been napping on the couch in the
outer office.  He much preferred his time at the lake.  Lake Las Vegas. 
Carlos hated the hotels and casinos but realized that was how he made his
living; by providing for a select few "high rollers," "big spenders," or
well known politicians or entertainers.  It didn't matter who.  But usually
only those who had access to vast amounts of money were able to secure his
services.

   He walked to the desk across the room and mashed down the intercom
button.  "Right away, `Snake.'"

   Carlos moved to the computer room.  "Time to pack up, Casey.  `Snake' is
hot to trot."

   Casey Swartz knew that "Snake" would be at least thirty minutes.  It was
usually the same every other day of the week.  Casey wondered if they were
becoming too predictable ?  He'd have to bring it up at the next staff
meeting.

   "Carlos, this software.  The shit that `Yachtsman' wrote for the servers
is too fucking confusing and fucked up to work worth a shit.  It's a great
idea but some of the constructs are next to non-existent.  It's going to
take a week to un-fuck."

   "Well, do it at the lake.  This place sucks." Casey knew that Carlos was
the one who was hot to trot.  He was fucking close to a half a dozen
middle-aged women who lived out at the lake.  Casey was the one who wired
the room Carlos used most of the time.  He wished he could entice a quarter
of what Carlos did but he couldn't.  His small stature and thick glasses
just about ruled out Casey scoring much pussy but then he didn't have too.
He hung out with a group of guys who excelled at picking up pussy and there
was always enough to go around.

   "Sure, Carlos.  I'll escort, if you scout."

   Carlos was already out the door and heading for the elevator.  Casey
went back to the "Yachtsman's" program.  It was twenty minutes before
"Snake" came out of his office and entered the computer room.  Casey was
just shutting down the link to the satellite.

   "How's that shit `Yachtsman's' working on, Casey ?"

   "Not worth a shit now but it does have some merit.  It's going to be a
big job."

   "Well you should have the time as business is off fifty percent from
last year." "Snake" complained.

   "Don't worry.  Not a problem.  The place didn't fold did it ?" Casey
considered 9/11 an abnormality.  It was never going to happen again and if
it did the place would bounce back again.  Las Vegas would always come out
on top.  The house always won !

   "Snake" always worried.  Land.  It was big money.  But it was not very
negotiable.  You had to sell at the right time to the right LLC, who had
the right connections and the right zoning.  And sometimes you got fucked.
But that happened very, very rarely.  If you waited long enough, property
always made you money.

   Carlos was sitting in the idling rental, a four door something.  It was
American made.  I should probably say Detroit made.  Big and black with
tinted windows.  "Snake" followed by Casey slid into the back seat and the
vehicle moved away from the sidewalk.  The three friends who entered their
freshman year at Las Vegas' premiere Catholic school in the class of 1978
were on their way to their retreat at Lake Las Vegas.

   Chapter Fourteen

   "Snake" Edwards looked out over the crowd.  It was larger than he had
calculated earlier.  He was standing in the room he was using as an office
for this afternoon's raffle.  He couldn't remember what the raffle was for
but it was being run by the "Church" and was crowded with all the right
people.  The community was just growing too fast.  He could see Carlos over
by the bar.  Casey was with him.  So were the girls, Taylor Pine and Cyndi
Forest.  He looked for her in the crowd.  The "Yachtsman" promised she'd be
here.  Was definitely going to ask "Snake" for her job back.  "Snake"
flexed his cock and imagined the woman on her knees sucking his prick. 
Better yet, her daughter.  Even better than that, both of them at the same
time fighting over his cock.

   "Snake" was looking down at some California transplant, wearing a
Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals.  The guy was looking up at him.  His
wife was ten years his junior, blonde with large breasts and great
cleavage, wearing a short shift and sandals.  "Snake" was imagining his cum
splattering all over her tits, dribbling down over her nipples.  He'd love
to have hubby watch.  Fucking someone else's woman was always the best.

   "Snake" stared the guy down.  That's right, asshole !  I'm your worst
nightmare...I'm the guy next door who's plotting to fuck your wife ?  Your
daughter ?  Your sister ?  Your mother ?  Hopefully all of them and there's
not a fucking thing you can do about it.....

   I'm a co-worker, fucking your wife in the changing room at the company
swim party...While you were out discussing the latest company policies with
your boss.  She was trying to kneel on the little bench in the stall.  Her
bottoms were down around mid-thigh.  Her butt looked so white and plump. 
Let me tell you buddy, my cock felt great plowing in and out of her cunt
from behind.  Her buns would clench up every time I thrust my cock deep
into her belly.  We were both about ready to cum.  Her finger nails were
digging into the wall when the first spurt rocketed out of the head of my
dick.  She was whimpering and I knew she'd want more...Probably every
afternoon for a couple of weeks.....

   I'm the young kid down the block who taught your daughter how to smoke
her first marijuana cigarette.  Later, I taught her how to suck cock.  She
was a quick learner.  I was sure she'd want more.  I'd already fucked her.
Watched her bounce up and down on the pole I had buried in her belly.  Her
small titties tight on her chest, the little nipples erect.  Her fur
covered loins spread open to allow my cock to poke up into her womb.  She
was sweating and panting like an animal.  Her orgasm overpowered her and
she ended up a heap on the mattress.  I crawled over and coupled with her
again.  She was panting in seconds, her face contorted in lust.....

   I'm that friend of the family who was with your mother when you caught
us in the spare bedroom.  Mommy was on her knees sucking my hard bone into
her mouth.  Mommy's robe was open, her heavy tits swaying as her head
bobbed in front of my crotch, her lips stretched around the girth of my
meat.  Her cheeks bulged out when my semen started filling her mouth.  She
looked like a chipmunk, her mouth full of my load.  I bet you beat your
meat that night until it was sore.  Mine was sore too but it was from
fucking your mother.....

   I'm the guy at the frat party who finds your sister passed out in one of
the upstairs bedrooms.  Her skirt has ridden up on her thighs and her
panties are a pretty pink and skimpy, too !  They're off in seconds and
she's none the wiser.  I've got her legs spread and am lathering her hairy
twat with my saliva.  Her meat is fresh and pink.  My tongue brings her
alive and she tries to sit up.  Orgasm rushes through her body as I bat her
tiny clitoris about with my tongue.  She's on her back again, knees raised
and spread, whimpering and moaning as I fuck my tongue in and out of her
tight cunt.  She came again...And again, when I poked my cock deep into her
womb.  The following week she came back and partied with me and a couple of
the brothers.  Can you spell "choo-choo" ?

   I'm your daughter-in-law's boss.  Let me tell you, buddy...She looks
great bent over my desk with her skirt up around her waist or her slacks
down around her ankles.  She hardly ever wears panties anymore.  What's
your son say ?  Come on, buddy, tell me the truth.  You haven't thought of
sticking it to her !?  Well ?  I'll tell you, it's great !  She sucks cock
like a pro and says her husband is a weak dick...Hardly ever fucks her more
than once a day.  She was a beggar the first time...As soon as she saw my
cock.  Her cunt's like a tight warm tunnel of meat surrounding your bone.
You can actually feel her grip you if you stand still and stop fucking her
for a moment but that's hard to do with her begging you to give it to
her...Faster and harder !  She's due for a raise next month and I'm
thinking of taking her on a business trip with me to Phoenix.  Has your son
fucked her in the ass yet ?

   The California transplant moved on.  "Snake" laughed and turned away
from the window.  Colleen Gilbert and her family were in the crowd.  His
cock was more than alive in his slacks.  He turned off the laptop and
headed for the door.  The party was about to begin.

  
***************************************************************************

   Colleen was instructing Kent how to behave.  Gina was tagging along
about five feet behind them.  Kent was very impressed that there was valet
parking.  It was a gated community with some huge lakes.  And the mansion
was huge.  Kent wanted to wander off as soon as they entered the grounds.
Colleen forbid it.

   "You're not leaving my side or Gina's side until I find this man and get
him to agree to give me my job back.  Then you can run off with whom ever
you want." Colleen figured she could take Gina home and then come back and
maybe find Mike.  She wasn't sure.  It depended on her interview.  Mike
said he'd put in a good word for her.

   Kent recognized several of the people drinking at the bar from their
pictures in the newspaper.  There were several local politicians and even a
couple from state government.  There were some important people here.  He'd
have to behave himself.  Nothing like last weekend.  He got a boner every
time he thought about it and Colleen hadn't said a word about his behavior
since Sunday morning on the boat.

   Kent got himself a "Jack" on the rocks.  He tipped the bartender a
dollar.  "A lot of VIPs here ?"

   The bartender answered very bluntly, "If you say so, sir." Kent thought
the guy was a prick and wandered off after getting his drink.  He noticed a
couple of hot looking teenagers talking with Gina.  God !  He hadn't fucked
her in two weeks.  He was getting so much pussy he couldn't believe it ! 
What about his wife, Colleen ?  He wondered if she was getting fucked
regularly ?  She seemed to enjoy doing the hostess thing with that Mike
guy. He was pretty sure that Mike had fucked her.  He also noticed the way
Daniel looked at his wife last weekend.  No surprise there.  Shit !  Kent
knew Daniel wanted to fuck his wife.  He wondered if he had already ?  Shit
!  His wife went topless in front of them all as they cruised back to the
harbor on Sunday.

   Colleen was looking for Mike now.  Kent wandered back to the bar. 
Colleen looked over at him and frowned.  Kent took a swig of his drink and
glanced over at the teenagers talking with his wife's daughter.  All of
them hot cunt, he was sure.  Shit !  He'd only called Kerri twice this
week. He wondered if she was fucking someone else ?

   "Boy !  Don't you wish you were twenty years younger ?" "Snake" Edwards
remarked as he took a swig of his "Jack" on the rocks.

   Kent turned to face him.  He'd never seen him before.  He looked back at
the teenagers.  "Yea.  One of them is my wife's daughter.  She is hot.  The
other two look even hotter.  Twenty years younger and I'd be over there in
the blink of an eye." Kent chuckled a little.

   "Well, I know the other two and I can guarantee they're smokin'."

  
***************************************************************************

   Taylor Pine just observed the girl they were supposed to prep.  "Snake"
briefed them in person.  Her and Cyndi Forest.  She'd never met Cyndi
before yesterday.  God !  She's got huge tits.  So does this other girl,
Gina.  Well, not as big as Cyndi's but good size.  A little heavy but the
body wasn't bad from what she could see.

   Taylor had noticed "Snake" wander over to the bar a little while ago. 
He was talking with some man who was close to his own age.  She noticed
Gina was almost too eager to talk with them.  She knew almost everything
about her.  The girl couldn't keep her mouth shut.

   "...friend is going to visit some time next summer."

   Taylor broke in.  "Hey !  Let's go get a drink." Cyndi turned and headed
toward the bar.  Gina looked for her mother but she was gone.  Over by her
husband with some other man.  Gina followed Cyndi.  Taylor was smiling as
she followed.  This was going to be easy.  Taylor wondered if "Snake"
wanted to fuck her ?  She laughed.  Of course he did !

   The three teenagers were drinking margaritas.  A three piece band had
started playing.  "So what do you do all the time ?" It was Taylor.

   "Not much.  I don't know anyone so I hang out around my mother's pool
and smoke weed all day."

   "Oh !  Wow !  That sounds cool.  Do you like to party ?  Taylor and I
are going to this really cool party next weekend.  Maybe we can get you an
invite ?" Cyndi added.

   Taylor couldn't believe how easy this was going to be.  Time to get the
young thing to smoke a little reefer with them.  "Hey !  I've got some good
shit.  Let's find a room and get stoned."

   Cyndi blurted out, "Oh !  I know a room upstairs." Off the three of them
went.

   Chapter Fifteen

   Colleen noticed her husband talking with "Snake" Edwards over by the bar
and panicked.  She was sure he was blowing it for her.  Her rage was
boiling over by the time she inserted herself between the two of them.

   "Well, if it isn't the lovely Ms.  Gilbert.  Your wife I presume ?"

   Kent looked over at Colleen and saw the rage in her eyes.  If she'd been
here a moment earlier, she'd have heard them talking about the teenagers
her daughter was hanging out with.  He looked for them.  They had
disappeared.

   "`Snake' Edwards.  Colleen Gilbert, my wife of twelve years." Colleen
knew he'd had one too many "Jacks."

   "Mister Edwards, it's nice to meet you under more pleasant
circumstances. I've had such a good time with your friend, Mike Minter. 
And Daniel is adorable.  If he was a little younger, I'd try to set him up
with my daughter.  This is a lovely party.  Thank you so much for inviting
us."

   Kent was tired of this shit.  She was practically going down on the guy.
He backed up to the bar and ordered another "Jack" on the rocks.  There was
a lot of good looking pussy here.  He'd fuck a number of them.

   "Mister Edwards, Mike mentioned that he'd talked with you about my
desire to get my old job back.  I'll continue to hostess if that's what it
takes but I want to be working every day.  Not just when some high roller
blows into town."

   "Snake" was holding up his hand.  Colleen stopped talking.  He lowered
his hand.  "Yea, Mike talked with me about it.  Sorry.  It's filled.  And
with someone who is much more qualified for the job than you are.  Sorry."
He could tell she was about to say something.  He raised his hand again.

   Colleen was deflated.  She could feel the flush come to her skin.  She
wanted to say something.  Anything to get him to reconsider.  She was about
to protest.

   "Colleen, I have a much better position in mind for you.  I have put
myself in a position where my present personal staff needs to be enlarged.
You would be working with a select group of men who have been together
since we entered high school.  You set the hours and most of the
responsibilities.  Class of '78 if you're wondering ?"

   Colleen was dumb founded.  Here's the man who fired her less than a
month ago and now he was offering her a position with a select group of his
friends.  She looked for her husband.

   "He's alright.  And don't worry, I've got a friend of mine looking out
for him.  I can't afford to have my people making asses out of themselves
at this kind of function.  The church would kill me." "Snake" spotted
Carlos and knew that Kent would be close by.  "Well, what do you say ?" He
had taken her elbow and was guiding her away from the bar.

   "Just exactly what is it I'll be doing ?"

   "Coordinating a vast criminal enterprise.  If we're caught, we'll all
spend the rest of our lives behind bars.  But we won't get caught because
all of the people who are supposed to catch us are doing the same thing we
are !" "Snake" burst into laughter and put his arm around her waist.  They
were well away from the house and the crowd of the party.

   She was about to say something.  What, she never quite got out.  "Just
joking, Colleen.  You'll be coordinating a vast computer operation that
moves money around the world to maximize profits.  The enterprise also
provides services that are hard to obtain.  Things that very well off
clients don't want to be bothered with.  But that's a very small segment of
the operation.  It's mostly about money.  Moving money here and there. 
Like what we're doing with your store.  It's invisible money that needs to
get back into the system.  Money from dope deals, prostitution, tips on the
strip.  That shit can rake in a lot of interest not counting asset
appreciation.  That's big money if it's pooled together.  That's what we
do. That's what you'll be doing."

   He pulled her close.  She could smell his after shave.  She was the
class of '81.  He was forty-one.  Younger than her husband.  Dark hair just
starting to go gray.  A good five inches taller than she was.  Slim, like
Mike and in good shape.  That always excited her.  Easily as good looking
as Mike.  She wondered.  Where was Mike ?

   "Mike won't be here this afternoon.  He's at the beach, working on a
project for me.  He told me to relay his congratulations.  He's the one who
convinced me.  Daniel helped but it was really the `Yachtsman.' Well,
you're going to take it, aren't you ?"

   That sold her.  If Mike was behind this, it couldn't be a bad deal. 
"What's the salary ?"

   "Eighty `Gs' with a bonus of at least half of that.  In 'Vegas you'll be
millionaires.  We'll get some of your money into property.  This place is
about to blow wide open.  Five or six years and this place is going to
double overnight." He'd turned her toward him.  She couldn't see the crowd
behind him.

   Both of his hands were on her waist.  Three weeks ago this would have
repulsed her, freaked her out.  But today it was exciting.  "It will double
your business, too.  So tell me you're going to turn this down."

   "No, I'm not." He leaned down and kissed her right on the lips, his
tongue snaking into her mouth.  He pulled her close, his hands holding her
tightly.  The kiss lasted a while and she was eager to fence with his
tongue.  She knew the job would entail fucking her boss.  She wondered when
that would start ?  The kiss ended.

   "How about going with Casey.  He'll take you to the airport.  Our
helicopter will take you both to Lake Las Vegas.  Casey will escort you to
our hacienda.  I'll be there by sunset." He noticed her hesitation.  "Don't
worry.  Casey will take you by your place and let you pack a bag.  I'll
make sure Kent and Gina are taken care of.  We'll work late tonight with an
over view of the enterprise and then get some shut eye.  Working breakfast
and back home with your family by late afternoon."

   "Snake" stepped to her side and there he was.  All she noticed was the
dark glasses.  He was just her height, if that ?  Casey took her arm and
off they went.

  
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   "Snake" skipped up the stairs.  The girls were in one of the bedrooms,
watching MTV and smoking weed.  He knocked.  Taylor got up off the bed and
came to the door.  Cyndi and Gina were passing the joint between them. 
They were both very stoned.

   Taylor stepped aside when she saw "Snake" at the door.  He entered.  The
new girl was cute.  His cock jumped in his slacks.  He could imagine having
both of them suck him off.  His cock was very alive in his groin.  It would
be visible very soon.

   "Taylor, how about taking Cyndi and going down stairs.  Carlos will
arrange transportation to the hacienda.  You did a great job.  First class.
See you two tonight, baby."

   Both the girls, sitting on the bed, were staring at him.  He flexed. 
They both saw the movement.  Cyndi started laughing.  Gina just stared. 
They were really loaded.  Taylor came over and grabbed Cyndi by the arm. 
"We'll see you tonight, `Snake.'"

   The two teenagers meandered out of the bedroom.  Gina was alone with him
and real stoned.  The girls said something about this "Snake" guy wanting
to talk to her.  About what, she had no idea ?

   "Hey !  Gina, darling, I'm `Snake' Edwards.  You're much better looking
than what I'd been told.  Quite hot looking, honey." Gina wanted to stand.
"Snake" stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder.  She sat back down.
Her face was level with his crotch.

   "I'm going into business with your mother and her husband.  I like to
cover all the bases so to speak." He had his hand in his pocket and brought
out a roll of bills.  He began counting.  Gina noticed that they were
hundred dollar bills.  "I figured I might be able to call you every once
and a while to see if your mother and her husband are getting along ?" He
was holding out ten hundreds.

   Gina's mouth was dry.  "Snake" was smiling down at her.  She nodded her
head up and down.  "Snake" handed her the money and went across the room.
The closet had a small refrigerator in it.  He bent, took out a coke and
opened it as he crossed the room, back to the bed.  She was holding the
money, fanned out on her lap.

   "Here." Gina took the coke and gulped down a couple of swallows. 
"Snake" took the pipe off the night stand and sparked his lighter.  He took
a deep drag off the pipe.  She was taking another swallow of coke.  His
cock was strong in his slacks.  She was a bigger woman than her mother.  A
little shorter but with a little more padding just about every where.  Much
bigger tits, at least a cup size.  A little thick in the hips and thighs.
But the tits more than made up for it.  He was serious about fucking the
both of them together, having them fight over his cock.  Or maybe the two
of them, the center piece of a gangbang ?  His cock was solid meat, growing
down his thigh.

   He pulled the roll of bills out again.  He was standing very close to
her again.  Her shift had ridden up about mid-thigh.  She had short, light,
sun bleached hair on her thigh until about four inches above her knee.  He
flexed.  She saw it.  He was counting out more bills.  She was dividing her
attention between his cock and the bills.  The bills won out.

   Another ten hundreds.  Gina was out of her mind.  This guy was giving
her two grand.  Jesus !  She fucked her mother's husband for two hundred.
What would she do for this guy ?  Anything he wanted, she had decided that
a few minutes ago when he handed her the grand.  Sure, she could keep an
eye out on the home front.  She looked up from the money in her lap.  He
was grabbing his cock.  It looked huge, as long as Kent's easy.

  
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