Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions 
of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors.  Kids?  
Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS 
ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at 
your child before you graduate.  Don't rush into 'It' - 
it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks 
around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case, 
should this find its way into minors' hands, I cannot be 
held responsible - I DID warn them.

Editor's Note: Right - the more of her stories I read, the 
more I feel like a barely tolerable hack!  She's just got 
this *passion* that I can't capture.  <sigh>  But then, 
that IS why I married this wonderful woman! :D

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Exam time gang! I hope you have your number 2 pencils 
ready!

In 1984, which company had a commercial in the Super Bowl 
featuring an athlete tossing a hammer at a large television 
screen?

a) GNC
b) Sony
c) Apple
d) Microsoft


Don't know? (Too young) Can't remember? (Too old) If you 
fall into the first category, you are not old enough to be 
reading these adult stories! Go back to making French fries 
with your Play-Dough Fun Factory.

{Empath: she's a hoot, isn't she?  I *wish* I could come up 
with 'warnings' half as fun as these! Compare this to the 
"Disclaimer/Admonition" I have above. :) }

If you're over the age of majority, please read on! I hope 
you enjoy this one and want to read more of my stories. As 
long as I am given credit as author, my stories can be 
distributed freely.

Play-Dough is a registered trademark.

Smooth Operator 
Dancer 2001

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San Juan, Puerto Rico
Saturday, 1430 hours
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"Hey! You forgot Pedro's phone number!" Jenny yelled and 
waved a slip of paper at the retreating Angela.

Angela yelled back, "You keep it, Jenny, as a memento of 
your trip to Puerto Rico!"

"Thank you!" Jenny hollered back. She dropped the paper in 
her bag. Her watch told her it was time to go back to the 
hotel and pack up. Jenny went to her room on the fourth 
floor of the Regency and packed her two bags. Her flight to
Georgia left in two hours, enough time to check out and 
catch a cab to the airport.

           *           *           *           *

Angela drove to her boss' bungalow in the East Side of San 
Juan. Miguel Flores was seated behind his desk when Angela 
entered. He gazed over at her and motioned for her to sit. 
"Angela, welcome. Do you have the account number I want?"

"Yes, Mr. Flores." Angela handed him a folded slip of 
notebook paper. He accepted and opened it.

"Try again, Angela." Miguel tossed the paper back at her.
She cast him a confused look. "That's the number Pedro gave 
me."

He swiveled his chair to face her. "Pedro's *phone* number, 
not the account number."

"What!?" Angela said loudly. She grabbed the paper and 
stared at it. "Damn. I must have told Jenny to keep the 
wrong one."

"Jenny who?" Miguel asked, steepling his fingers.

"I don't know her last name. I thought I gave her Pedro's 
number as a memento of her trip. She has the account 
number."

"Find Jenny and get that number back," he ordered and 
turned away.

"Yes, sir." Angela crumpled Pedro's phone number in her 
fist. She left her boss and drove over to the Regency 
Hotel. She rushed to the front desk. "I'm looking for an 
American who's in room 412. I left my sunglasses with her."

The clerk looked in his registry. "Miss Campbell was in 
room 412."

"Was?"

"Yes. She checked out to catch her five o'clock flight back 
to the States."

Angela glanced at her watch. It read 4.15 p.m. She had time 
to get to the airport and switch numbers. "Thank you very 
much." Quickly, she drove out to the airport but got stuck 
in a traffic jam. She punched the steering wheel with 
frustration. Her cell phone rang. "Yes?"

Miguel's voice crackled over the line. "Do you have it?"

Angela shut her eyes. "No, sir, I don't. Jenny's plane 
leaves," she looked at her watch. 5.00 p.m. "Left now. I 
was stuck in traffic."

"I don't want your excuses, Angela." He paused. "It seems 
you are no longer of any use to me." He hung up.

Angela heard a tap on her car window. She rolled it down. 
She was face-to-face with a silencer-tipped gun. "No-" 
Angela whispered. Puft, puft. Angela fell forward on to the 
steering wheel, dead.


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Atlanta, Georgia
Monday, 1045 hours
Dewey-Wankel Accounting Firm
----------------------------

Jenny Campbell poured coffee into two cups. Peter Mastersen 
accepted one as Jenny drank from the other. Peter sat down 
at one of the break tables in the cafeteria. "So, how was 
your trip?" he asked.

"It was fabulous! I went to the beach and discos with a 
different guy every night. Oh, they grow their men good 
down there," Jenny gushed happily. "I met this woman named 
Angela and she really showed me around San Juan."

"The places that aren't on the tourist maps?" Peter 
mentioned as he sipped his coffee.

Jenny nodded. "Mm-mmm. Tons of gorgeous guys. I think I got 
a few proposals. Spanish isn't my strong suit." She smiled. 
"I even got a phone number."

"You gonna call him?" Peter demanded.

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Jenny looked up at the clock. 11.15 
am. Time to get back to the grind of payroll accounting.

She worked through lunch until five. She shut off her 
computer and walked with Peter to his car. Peter drove 
Jenny home to her ranch-style house. She went inside and 
changed into jeans and a loose shirt. She walked uptown 
several blocks to her favorite haunt, Armando's Bar & 
Grille, for dinner.


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Armando's Bar & Grille
Monday, 1845 hours
----------------------

Jenny saddled onto a stool at the bar. She ordered a 
tenderloin and fries and glanced around the room. It was 
about a third full of customers. The only ones at the bar 
were herself, Dave - the bartender - and a longhaired 
Hispanic seated at the far end. Her food arrived and she 
ate everything. She pushed her plate aside and waited for 
Dave to finish with the Hispanic.

Dave walked over to Jenny and set down a mug of beer. Jenny 
looked at it and said to Dave, "I didn't order this."

"The guy at the end of the bar did," Dave replied with a 
tilt of his head. Jenny looked toward the guy and he lifted 
his beer in a salute. She did the same.

"Got a pen?" Jenny asked as she swiped a napkin. Dave 
loaned her a pen and she wrote a brief note on the paper. 
"Here, take this to him." Dave took the paper and went to 
the Hispanic, handing it to him.

The man read: 'Thanks for the drink. If you want more, get 
a hair cut. You look like a drug dealer.' He smiled slowly 
at Jenny, then left Armando's.


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Dewey-Wankel
Friday, 1715 hours
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Jenny and other women were fighting for mirror space in the 
ladies room. It was Friday and Ladies Nite at Armando's. 
Jenny applied more lipstick and eyeshadow with the help of 
a free gap in the mirror. She pulled out the pins that held 
her hair in a French twist. She fingered out the shoulder-
length, red strands. She walked to the parking garage with 
Erin, Laura, Ann and Theresa.

The women were car-pooling with Ann to Armando's.
They arrived and went inside, chattering to each other. 
Laura led her friends to a rear table. A waitress took 
their order for a pitcher of beer and five glasses. A hot-
looking guy walked towards them and they all began 
catcalling.

Theresa: 'Hey baby! Can I get fries with that shake?'

Erin: 'Nice ass, honey!'

Jenny: 'C'mon baby, I'll show you livin' la vida loca!

Ann: 'Shake it, don't break it!'

Laura: 'Walk this way, sweetie!'

The man stopped and gave them a sultry smile. The ladies 
squealed and he went on his way to the end of the bar.
About ten minutes later, the waitress was back with the 
beer and a folded napkin for Jenny. Jenny opened it and 
read: 'got the haircut. Your place or mine?' She stood and 
searched for the note sender. The man she had catcalled 
earlier patted the empty barstool next to him. Jenny 
strolled over. He spoke into her ear, "Well?"

Jenny ran her hands over his jacket lapels. "Your place." 
He escorted Jenny out of Armando's.


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The Hyatt, Suite 511
Friday, 1850 hours
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They groped each other on the elevator ride. "What's your 
name?" Jenny asked. 

"Miguel Flores." Miguel nuzzled her hair.

"Jenny Campbell." Jenny slipped two fingers between the 
buttons of his shirt and stroked the bare skin she found. 
Miguel captured her mouth and slid his tongue in deeply. 
The kiss continued as they stumbled their way to Miguel's 
room. He opened the door, went in, then kicked it shut with 
his foot.

"You have something I want very badly, Jenny," Miguel 
whispered.

Jenny drew away and kicked off her pumps. "I know. And 
you've got something I want." Her hand fondled the crotch 
of his pants.

"Do you have protection?"

"I'm on the Pill."

Miguel chuckled. "No, my sweet, condoms." Jenny shook her 
head no. "Then I'll make sure I have plenty in the 
bedroom." He traced a finger over the buttons of her 
blouse. "Why don't you stay here and get comfortable."

           *           *           *           *

In the bedroom, Miguel phoned his bodyguards. "Jenny 
Campbell. Find her address and find that number." He hung 
up and glanced at the bedside table. An unopened box of 
rubbers lay on top. He returned to the living room and 
found Jenny completely naked and reclining on the sofa.

"I'll be more comfortable if you got out of those clothes," 
Jenny said. Miguel stripped down to his birthday suit. 
Jenny's eyes were glued to his groin.

"Mmmm, ready and waiting for me."

Miguel sat on the sofa and watched Jenny kneel before him. 
Her hands were cool on his throbbing cock. She teased the 
tip, lapping up the pre-cum. She slid his length in her 
mouth and down her throat. He raised an eyebrow. Jenny was 
very used to sucking cock if his went down that easy. 
Miguel felt his balls draw up in anticipation of cumming 
and he pulled Jenny off his cock. "Bedroom," he ordered.

           *           *           *           *

Jenny walked in front of Miguel and sat on the edge of the 
bed. She watched him tear open the box and unroll a rubber 
on his hard cock. She licked her lips with excitement. He 
held out a hand and Jenny took it. Miguel led her to a 
chair and bent her over the back of it. She grabbed the 
arms reflexively.

Tossing her hair, she asked, "What are you doing, Miguel?"
He pushed her thighs apart and shoved his dick into her 
dripping pussy. His hands pushed on her back, forcing Jenny 
to lean further forward and down over the chair. "Fucking 
you, Jenny. Isn't that why you're here? To get fucked?"

She came but her answer did not. Miguel thrust deeper with 
every stroke, pulling out all the way and shoving himself 
in until his balls tickled her pubic hair.

Jenny stood on tiptoe, trying to adjust her hips to his. 
She cried out with a second orgasm, "Yesss, oooo yeess, 
ahahahahahah!"

Miguel grabbed her hips and pounded furiously as he filled 
the condom with his cum. He stayed in her hot pussy until 
his orgasm was through. He pulled out and threw the used 
rubber in the trashcan. He flopped onto the bed and Jenny 
followed, curling her body into his. He jerked on her red 
hair and growled, "Suck me off."

Jenny crawled between his knees and latched onto his limp 
dick. She bobbed up and down, flicking her tongue over his 
circumcision. He got hard fast and she pumped a fist along 
the length not in her hot mouth. She massaged his balls 
with her other hand. She felt them tighten and swallowed 
his cock into her throat. Miguel's cum warmed her belly as 
she drank the creamy fluid. Her nails sank into his hairy 
thighs as she came along with him.

The bedroom door opened. A muscular man walked in and 
handed Miguel a slip of paper. "Thanks, Guitierrez." Miguel 
scanned the writing and smiled. He had the account number. 
Jenny was still sucking his cock. She drew off and licked 
his flaccid member clean of cum. "Did you get what you 
wanted, Jenny?"

"Hmm-mmm," she answered, cum oozing from her mouth.

"So did I." Miguel held up the paper for her to see. He 
nodded at Guitierrez.

The man hit Jenny at the base of her skull with his .357. 
She fell forward on Miguel. "Pack her up. Let's get back 
home."


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San Juan, Puerto Rico
Saturday, 2100 hours
---------------------

Jenny woke up with a splitting headache. She tried to move 
her hand to rub her temple and found herself tied spread 
eagle to a four-poster bed. She tugged at the restraints. 
They wouldn't budge. The door opened and Miguel came in. 
"What are you doing?" Jenny demanded.

"You're awake," Miguel said pleasantly. He held a straight-
edged razor. "As much as I have grown to enjoy you, I 
cannot abide that nest of hair on your pussy."

"What have you done to me?"

He stood at the foot of the bed. "Married you. That way," 
he moved onto the mattress and touched her pussy, "you 
can't testify against me in court." He rubbed her juices 
over her red thatch and began shaving. Jenny said nothing, 
not wanting to get cut by the blade. Soon, her mound and 
labia were bare and he stroked the newly naked flesh. "Much 
better." She stared as he wetted a cloth in the bedside 
basin and washed away her pubic hair.

"Miguel, what are you talking about?"

"I, am a drug dealer."

"A Puerto Rican drug lord? Bullshit."

He raised a finger. "Haven't you wondered how cocaine and 
heroin make it into the States after the Drug Czar has 
taken out the Colombians?" He bowed. "From me. Puerto Rico 
is a U.S. territory and my runners never go through 
customs."

"If I can't testify against you, why am I tied up?"

"I wasn't sure how you would take the news of our 
marriage."

"Was I conscious for the honeymoon?" Jenny asked 
sarcastically.

"This is the honeymoon." Miguel turned in a circle. "How do 
you feel about nipple rings?"

Jenny jerked at her restraints. "You are NOT piercing my 
nipples, you fucker!"

"Too late," Miguel replied and flicked at the silver rings 
in her nipples.

She screamed, "You sonofabitch!" Her body thrashed for 
freedom.

"You weren't so emotional when they were done a few hours 
ago." Jenny howled at Miguel, calling him every name in the 
book. He sighed and withdrew a bottle and cloth from his 
pockets. He uncapped the bottle and poured a generous 
amount into the cloth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He slapped 
the smelly cloth over her nose and mouth. Jenny fought but 
eventually succumbed to the chloroform.


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Sunday, 1320 hours
------------------

Jenny came to still tied to the bed. Miguel lay beside her, 
petting her naked mound. "Miguel, I have to go pee."

"Don't try to escape, Jenny. You would never make it out of 
the compound." He freed her arms and legs and helped her to 
stand. Her muscles cramped and she fell into her husband's 
arms. He carried Jenny to the toilet and let her relieve 
herself. She wiped and slowly stood. She stretched her arms 
behind her back and felt the rings rub against her breasts.

"Why did you pierce my nipples?"

"Because I wanted them pierced." He traced the ruddy peaks. 
"Do they pain you now?"

Jenny touched her new rings carefully. She ran them through 
the holes and felt strange. "They don't hurt. They just 
feel a little weird."

Miguel pinched the silver circles and tugged slightly. 
Jenny gasped and her pussy grew moist. "Then I believe it 
is time for your deflowering, my love."

A confused look came onto her face. "I'm not a virgin."

"But you are, Jenny." Miguel squeezed her asscheeks.

"You want to fuck me up the ass?" He nodded. "Are you 
nuts?"

"No. I have special plans and you wouldn't want to upset 
your new husband, would you?" He stroked over her cunt lips 
and felt her flowing juices. "For all your protests, the 
idea excites you."

"Tell me what you're going to do."

He grinned slyly. "Machismo." He unbuckled his belt and 
slid it out of the belt loops. He wrapped it around his 
fist, leaving a four-inch length free.

"Get in the bedroom," Miguel ordered and swatted Jenny's 
ass with the belt.

She squealed and dashed into the room. He retied her hands 
to the posts, putting her in a kneeling position. Jenny 
spied over her shoulder as he returned to the bathroom and 
came out with a jar of petroleum jelly.

Miguel stripped and climbed behind his wife. He spread a 
generous amount of the jelly on her asshole and painted her 
chute with more. He rammed his erect cock deeply in her wet 
cunt and lubricated himself. As he fucked her vagina, he 
spanked her white ass with the belt until the creamy flesh 
glowed pink. He pulled out and pushed his cock against her 
snug sphincter. Jenny protested vocally as she felt and 
heard the popping of Miguel's cockhead past her muscle. 
Gently, Miguel pushed his penis into her colon until he was 
inside completely.

Jenny bucked, attempting to get him out. "Get out! It 
hurts! It fucking HURTS! Please!" she screamed. Jenny felt 
him leave her and relaxed. Then, he shoved hard until his 
balls rested against her cunt. Jenny cried at the 
sensation.

Miguel looped his belt around her neck and slipped it 
through the buckle, drawing it tight. "Shut up, bitch!" he 
purred in her ear. Jenny gagged and tried to breathe. 
Miguel saw her face change to a rosy color and resumed 
plowing her hot channel. He quickly reached his peak and 
spewed his semen up Jenny's chute. The belt slackened 
somewhat and she took a deep breath. He slapped her 
asscheeks. "You are a delightful fuck, my dear." Jenny 
began to cry again, sobbing loudly. Miguel stroked her 
hair. "Did you not enjoy that as much as I did?" She shook 
her head no. "Aw, too bad. I plan on fucking your ass quite 
a lot."

"You prick."

"I know." He unclasped the gold chain around his neck. He 
leaned over Jenny and threaded it through her nipple rings. 
He eased his softening cock out of her and whispered, 
"Don't go anywhere." She heard the water running and 
figured Miguel was cleaning up. He returned and untied her 
hands, rolling her onto her back, then retying them. He 
reclasped his necklace, tugging the closed chain. The rings 
pulled Jenny's nipples and she arched her back. "Good.
I think you'll really like this."

"Yeah, I really get off on bondage and rape."

Miguel thrust two fingers into her pussy and pulled them 
out. He lapped the dripping cum from his flesh. "Apparently 
you do, Jenny."

"Now what, you sick fuck?"

"Now I am going to fuck your pussy and get you pregnant." 
Miguel smiled and shoved his second hard-on inside her 
cunt. Jenny moaned at the invasion but wrapped her free 
legs over his hips. He bent down to her tits and bit on the 
chain. He lifted his chin and felt his wife clamp her pussy 
around his cock.

Jenny could not help herself. She honestly enjoyed having a 
good hard dick in her pussy and the nipple rings chafed 
nerve endings.

She lifted her hips to meet his and groaned, "Miguel, yes, 
oh yes! Oh GOD! OH YES!" Miguel thrust harder and harder, 
driving Jenny over the edge. She spasmed beneath him. Her 
moist pussy strangled his cock as she came. He shot his 
load and growled his release. He slipped out and rolled off 
her. For a few moments, Miguel caught his breath and then 
freed his wife's arms. She leaned against him, content. She 
saw him place a palm over her soaked pussy lips and hold 
them closed.

"Ensuring a baby," he said to her questioning look. They 
fell into a restful sleep.


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Sunday, 1850 hours
------------------

Miguel awoke with wedded and bedded wife lying across his 
chest. He embraced Jenny and rained kisses on her face. She 
opened her eyes sleepily. "How do you feel, love?" he 
asked.

A content smile curved her lips. "Gratified."

"Are you mad at me for what I did to you?"

"I was at first but now, I don't care." Jenny cupped one of 
her breasts and toyed with the ring. "I never experienced 
machismo before and I think I like it."

He rolled on top of her, resting between her thighs. "I 
hope we made a baby today." He bent and brushed his lips 
over her hairless mound.

She rubbed her thumb in the cleft of his chin. "A red-
headed Latino?"

"It would not be the first in the world."

"Ah yes, the Spanish conquistadors." Miguel tongued at one 
of her rings and sucked on the tender nipple. Jenny sighed 
with pleasure. She reached to hold him closer when he 
grabbed her wrists.

"I have another idea." He drew her out of the room to the 
landing. Jenny gazed over the railing at the fountain 
below. She felt something cold touch her asshole. She 
glanced at Miguel. He pushed her over the handrail. Her 
pelvis was snug against the polished wood and her legs were 
spread far apart. He probed her sphincter with his cock and 
popped in. Jenny wailed and saw people running to the 
courtyard below her.

They looked up and stared. "Miguel, they're watching us!" 
Jenny hissed.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. "Get used to 
it." Still gripping Jenny's hair, he fucked her savagely 
and made her scream her orgasm.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God! Oh shit!"

"My name. Scream my name," Miguel ordered as he continued 
to thrust deeply.

"Miguel, Miguel, oh God, OHOHOH ooooo!" Jenny went limp. 
Her husband pulled her upright, his arms under her armpits.

He fingered her nipples, tugging the rings, then palmed her 
bouncing tits. He fucked her as he called out; "My wife is 
a good fuck, si?"

"Si!" the men responded.

Miguel's thrusts grew angry and each one lifted Jenny off 
her feet. His face contorted and she felt his cum shoot up 
her ass. He stayed inside and lowered a hand to her 
dripping cunt. He opened her lips and rubbed her distended 
clit.

Jenny shrieked and shuddered; her creamy juices flowing 
freely over Miguel's hand. "Whore," he whispered into her 
ear.

"Whoremonger," she shot back. She felt him slide out and 
nestle his limp cock against her asscheeks. The people 
below broke into applause. Jenny blushed.

Miguel beamed at his people.

End

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Author's Postscript: The answer is - Apple Computers

Editor's Comments: Oy VEY!  If this is what her 'submissive 
fantasies' are like, I've got a LOT of work to do!  BTW, 
how does one get started as a drug lord, anyway? ;)

(Nipple rings? Ugghhgh! <shiver> :)
