Bush Babies

BUSH BABIES

White and yellow cream explode, into a fat males mouths. Fresh brewed coffee fills the nostrils of the men, who have gathered together in the small, dimly lit room. The fluorescent lighting makes every man in the room deeply unflattering. The men grab their coffee and doughnuts and sit at the cheap, brown, fold out tables, that have been crammed together to form one long table. Today, there are two new faces in the group. Faces with stories to tell to the men gathered around. The speaker begins his weekly ritual.

“Welcome to NAMBLA. I’m Jesse. We have a couple of fresh faces today. Would you like to introduce yourselves?” Jesse says.

A fat, bald, bearded man stands up to speak.

“My name is Darin. I love boys. Especially blond boys, between eight and ten years old. I’m really excited to be here, to share my experiences with everyone. I brought a friend, and I’ll let him introduce himself.” Darin says.

Jacob stands up. Jacob is a tall young man, with curly red hair, pale white skin, and covered with red, blotchy, freckles.

“My name is Jacob, and I like little boys, anywhere from six to sixteen. I have always liked boys and I have plenty of stories to share and I even brought some pictures.” Jacob says.

“You brought pictures?” Jesse says.

“Yes.” Jacob says.

“Would you like to pass them around?” Jesse asks.

Jacob takes out a binder that sits next to his feet. Jacob hands the binder to Darin, who has seen the pictures a hundred times, and even helped take some of them. Darin passes the binder to the man next to him. The men in the group stare at the Polaroids. Pictures of Jacob getting his dick sucked by little boys. Images of young boys getting sodomized. The pain on their little faces, giving the men looking at them instant boners. Some men subconsciously touch themselves, as they stare at the illegal images before their eyes. Touching and caressing the pictures with their fingers. Wishing it was them causing the pain in the innocent childrens eyes. The binder of disgust, makes it’s way around the group, until it finally finds it’s way back to it’s owner Jacob.

“Thank you for sharing that,” Jesse says.“Would you like to tell us more about the boys in those pictures.”

Before Jacob can answer, a figure walks through the door. The figure is dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit with white blotches on it. Almost like an orange camouflage suit. The orange figure has an orange motorcycle helmet, with a skull pattern on the face and a bright orange Mohawk. Brain matter splatters on the face of a fat, ugly man, as the figure in orange begins a rampage of bullets. Heads explode in gory fashion, with little time to react. As quick as it began, it seemed to end. Jesse was the only one left alive. Jesse was cowering under the table. Jesse watched as the black boots of the killer got closer and closer to him. The boots stop in a puddle of blood that is forming on the thin carpet before Jesse’s eyes.

“Get up.” A seemingly feminine voice says from behind her helmet.

Jesse is petrified and stays absolutely still under the table.

“Now!” The gunman screams as she fires a bullet into the ground, inches from Jesse’s face.

“OK, OK.” Jesse says timidly, as he crawls out from underneath the table.

“Sit down.” The voice demands.

Jesse complies.

“Are you painenforcer69?” The killer asks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jesse says.

Jesse is immediately shot in the right shoulder. Jesse screams in pain, as the bullet tears through his flesh and bones with an unnatural warmth.

“Are you painenforcer69?” The shooter asks again.

“Yes, yes.” Jesse admits, in a panic of pain and delirium.

“How do I find youngones11? And don’t lie to me.” The shooter says, as she presses the hot barrel of the gun to Jesse’s temple.

“You have to be invited.” Jesse says as his vision begins to blur.

“How do you get invited?” The helmet asks.

“You have to show him pictures, or video.” Jesse says, slurring his voice, and losing consciousness.

“Hey stay with me.” The orange blob says, as she pistol whips Jesse across the face, sending blood gushing out his nose and his lip swelling.

“What website?” The shooter asks.

“Butterflykisses.com.” Jesse spits out along with some blood.“Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

The shooter cocks her helmet and lets Jesse finish.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven.”

“Gaymen.” The murderer says.

Jesse’s head explodes from the close range of the gunshot. The shooter leaves, as sirens can be heard growing closer.

Blood flows through veins, as cocks grow in their pants. Every color of the pussy rainbow is on display at the One Eyed Monster. Women slither up and down poles, like snakes on a branch. The One Eyed Monster, is the premier strip club in all of Los Angelas. All the strippers here could be supermodels, if their asses weren’t so juicy, and their tits weren’t so big. It cost one hundred dollars, just to get in the doors. The place was always packed to capacity. Overflowing with naked flesh and horny men. Every stripper at the One Eyed Monster, makes thousands of dollars a night. None make more than Dacia. Dacia is the hottest, sexiest, sluttiest girl in the club. Dacia doesn’t have the biggest tits, or fattest ass in the club, but her bright blue eyes, and bleach blond hair, along with her slutty vibe, make her the apple of every mans eye. Dacia is skinny, tall, she has a pierced belly button, as well as her tits, tongue and clit. Dacia slithers from man to man, group to group, making them all feel like kings. When a man asks to take Dacia to the VIP room, they usually leave with cum soaked underwear. Dacia can make even the most flaccid penis, stand at attention. When Dacia gets on the main stage to dance, the men line up, and can’t throw their money at her fast enough. The men even shoot at her with money guns, motorized machines that shoot dollar bills with rapid speed, at their naked targets. Dacia drops to her knees as she approaches the main stage and the music plays. Men line up all around the perimeter to get their monies worth. Dacia crawls on hands and knees to the first man in line, who is literally foaming at the mouth for Dacia. Dacia turns her body around and rocks back and forth, pounding her ass in the mans face. It’s over quickly. The man slips some money in Dacia’s neon green thong. Dacia moves on to the next dog in heat. Dacia grabs an older gentleman’s head and forces it between her tits. Dacia rocks her body side to side, smacking the mans cheeks with her boobs. Dacia makes her way around the stage, quickly satisfying each man, until her song is over, leaving some men ignored, as she walks off the stage and onto the floor.

“Up next Jasmine.” The DJ says to the crowd. Dacia will do well tonight. She always does well. Dacia usually finishes the night with around five thousand dollars. Most of it coming from taking men to the VIP room for some private one on one time with her. The One Eyed Monster closes at 2 am. Dacia says her goodbyes to a few of the other girls, then heads home. Her night has just begun.

Dacia sits at her computer. Two huge monitors let her peer into the deep, dark, web. The computer room is bare, except for the multiple towers of hard drives and extra memory, cords neatly wrapped and a computer desk and chair. Dacia is clicking away. Surfing through the dark web for a screen name, “youngones11.” After an hour of clicking away, Dacia finally finds the name on a chat room. Dacia enters the chat room is filled with men typing about their illegal fantasies, and stories of the disgusting things they have done to children. Dacia types a message,” so many children, so little time”. The sentence pops up on the chat in bright red, so as not to be missed. A couple of people respond to her message. Take it deep types,“younglove I know what you mean. It’s hard to find the right one. I’m working on a little one right now.” Dacia types back,” grooming takes time.” Dacia is careful not to contact youngones11 directly, so as not to scare him away. An hour fly’s bye. Most of the screen names are new. Youngones11 is still around. Finally Dacia gets a direct message from youngones11. “Do you have any images to share?“, youngone11 types.“Plenty.” Dacia types back. A link pops up on their private chat. Dacia clicks on the link. It transports Dacia to a page. The page is black, except for a button in blood red that says ENTER. Dacia clicks on the ENTER button. Dacia is now in a private chat room. There is no one but Dacia and yougones11.“Pics?” youngones11 types.“You have some to share?” Dacia types back.“Yes.“, youngones11 types. Dacia sends a couple of pics. Pictures of her being raped as a young child. Dacia got the pictures from one of the men who raped her, after she tortured him for an hour, then killed him. He was one of many who abused her. He had a lot of pictures and video of young Dacia, and other boys and girls. Dacia took only the images and video of her, and left the rest for the police. As soon as Dacia sends the pictures, she begins to trace them. Dacia has been learning to hack, hide, get through firewalls, and torrent for years. She learned with help from a computer nerd she met at the One Eyed Monster. He taught her everything. Dacia returned the favor, by helping him lose his virginity. As Dacia begins to track down youngones11, he responds to the pics.“Very nice. Any boys?“. “Yes.” Dacia lies, as she gets closer to finding where he is located.“Tit for tat. Your turn.“, Dacia types. Dacia clicks away furiously at her computer, trying to find youngones11 before he leaves. A picture pops up of a man in his fifties, who is getting head from a boy who cant be older than ten. Dacia is disgusted at the sight of it, and now has a face to the screen name.“Oh that’s hot.” Dacia types.“Boy pics.” youngones11 types back quickly.“Hold on.” Dacia types, trying to keep him on the chat room just a little longer. Dacia finally finds his IP address. That’s all Dacia needs to track him down. The chat ends abruptly. The screen reverts back to the black page with the ENTER button. Too late for youngones11, too late.

A watermelon explodes from a rifle bullet. Dacia is target practicing from long distances. Dominic, an ex navy seal, has been teaching Dacia weapons training and hand to hand combat for two years. After the training session, Dacia blows Dominic’s mind with an hour of sex. Fair trade.

The One Eyed Monster is at full capacity. Dacia makes her way past the huge bouncer at the door, and heads to the dressing room. The dressing room is small, and filled with skimpy outfits. There is another girl in the dressing room, Jasmine. Jasmine’s family is from Iran. Jasmine has big fake tits, a huge round ass, large green eyes, and a curved pronounced nose with a piercing in it. Jasmine is Dacia’s best friend.They have similar personalities even though they had very different upbringings.

“Hey girl, how was Florida?” Jasmine asks.

“Brutal. It was so hot.” Dacia says.

“I know that’s right. You must have made some fedia with those Miami boys?” Jasmine says.

“I cleaned up.” Dacia says mysteriously.

“Come on girl, let’s clean up in here.” Jasmine says as she grabs Dacia’s hand, and leads her out, into the pit of horny men.

“Mom no I’m not here for that.” Dacia says to her mother Debra, as she grabs her mother’s hand lightly, and removes it from her crotch. Debra’s house was dark. The curtains let no light through. The house was clean. Dacia made sure of that, but her mother liked the ambiance dark. In the deep recesses of Debra’s mind, it made her feel good and tingly.

“Well what are you here for?” Debra asks confused.

“I always cook breakfast for you on Sunday’s mom. You know that.” Dacia says, as she heads to the kitchen.“Spinach omlette?”

“OK.” Debra says timidly, as she sits at the table in the kitchen.

“You need some light in this darkness. It’s a beautiful day mom.” Dacia says as she opens the blinds into the kitchen, letting the light shine in.

“OK.” Debra says, almost roboticly.

“This is Debra. Debra, this is Mr. Sinatra. You’re going to take good care of him aren’t you?” The man in a black suit says to a teenage Debra.

Debra is pretty, blond, with striking blue eyes. She has a slender pre-pubescent body. Her boobs are tiny and not filled in completely yet.

“Debra is very obedient. Feel free to do whatever you want with her.” The black suited man says to Mr. Sinatra. The man in black gets close to Sinatra and whispers in his ear. “You can fuck her in the ass. Piss on her. Make her bark like a dog. She’s the real deal.”

Would you be able to watch my dogs?” Dacia asks Jasmine, as the two young women put on what little clothing they will be wearing.

" I would, but I’m seeing my parents for a couple weeks. Sorry.” Jasmine says, genuinely.“Where are you going?” Jasmine asks.

“Out of town for a few days.” Dacia says.

“You have to show me who he is.” Jasmine says playfully.

“I don’t have a man.” Dacia says.

“Oh, then who she is.” Jasmine says.

“It’s not like that. Just going to meet an old friend.” Dacia says.

“Why so secretive?” Jasmine says, in her best Heath Ledger, as the joker imitation.

“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Dacia says.

“You can put them in a kennel.” Jasmine says.

“No, I don’t want to do that to my babies. I’ll figure it out.” Dacia says.

“Are you John?” Dacia says to the thirty something man.“Come on in. This is the room here.” Dacia says, as she shows John a bedroom with just a bed and nightstand in it.“So you said you are a writer?” Dacia asks John.

“Yes. Well aspiring screenplay. I haven’t been having much luck with the agencies. I was running out of money at my hotel. Then I saw your ad.” John says.

“Perfect timing. I’d love to read it. So these are my babies.” Dacia says, as she shows John to the backyard.

A German Shepard, a doberman pincher, and a tiny chihuahua, run up to greet and sniff John. Dacia escorts John back in the house.

“Their food is in here. Feed them twice a day” Dacia says, showing John into a cabinet in the kitchen.

“OK.” John says.

“I will be leaving early in the morning for work, so I wont be here when you get up.” Dacia says.

“What do you do?” John asks.

“I’m a stripper at the One Eyed Monster.” Dacia says.

“Oh, my girlfriend is going to love that.” John says sarcastically.

“Do you want me to talk to her?” Dacia asks.

“No it’s OK, really.” John says.

“So there are cameras everywhere, as you can see.” Dacia says, as John notices small cameras in the kitchen and living room.“And some you cant see. So no funny stuff. Don’t go in my room or the computer room. Well you can’t because they will be locked, but I still want to make sure you know.” Dacia says.

“Of course.” John says.

Dacia hands John some money.

“Here’s for the two weeks, and some for food and dog food.” Dacia says.

“OK. Thanks again you saved my trip.” John says.

“Sure. I think it’s romantic. Coming out here to follow your dreams. It’s like something out of a movie.” Dacia says ironically.

Mayhem and debauchery. That’s what the men in this room are here for. A young Dacia is getting her pussy licked by her own mother, Debra. Dacia and her mother, are surrounded by the most powerful and elite men in the world. The house is in a top secret location. Hidden away in a forest, and only accessible by helicopter. Dacia’s body squirms with an uncomfortable delight, as her mother laps at her young bald pussy. The men in the room mostly watch quietly, as apposed to jerking off or joining in. They will preserve the memory in their perverted spank bank. They will also get Polaroids and a video of the depravity to watch as they please. Most of the men will just add the images to their collection in some foreign bank vault. Just knowing they have these moments preserved is enough for their sick minds. Little Dacia moans, as her small body is penetrated by her mother’s tongue and fingers. Dacia’s thin legs quiver, as she cums in her mothers mouth.

Dacia awakes to a wet dream. She seems to awake to them a lot. Ever since she can remember really. Violent images accompany her dirty dreams. Dark satanic images. Naked men and women, touch her, penetrate, and probe her. Flames lick tree branches. Decapitated animal heads hang on walls. Weird, ancient languages fill her ears. Dacia hops out of bed, cleans her pussy, and heads to the kitchen, excited to see her dogs. John is already up and making breakfast.

“Morning.” Dacia says, as she opens the kitchen door, her dogs rushing in with an enthusiastic fervor.

“Morning.” John says. “I didn’t make a lot. Do you want me to make you some?” John asks.

“No, that’s OK. I’ll just get some cereal.” Dacia says.

“You sure?” John asks.

“Yeah yeah. I’m fine.” Dacia says, as she pours honey combs into a huge bowl, and grabs an equally ridiculous sized spoon.” How’s the script hunting going?” Dacia asks.

“It’s not going good. I can’t seem to get past the fucking secretaries.” John says frustrated.“How was your trip?”

“It was bloody good.” Dacia says in an English accent.“Alright, I’ll catch you later. Come on.” Dacia says to her dogs, as they follow her to her computer room.

Dacia’s arm is about to break as Dominic bends it hard, past the point of pain. Dacia taps Dominic on his arm. Dominic instantly lets go of her arm.

“Do you see how I did that?” Dominic asks.

“I think so. Let me try.” Dacia says.

The women at the One Eyed Monster, wrap themselves around men and poles. Dacia and Jasmine are doing a two girl show on stage. Humping, grabbing, kissing and licking each other, to the great enthusiasm of the men, who are showering the two with currency. After their show, Dacia is asked to go to the VIP room, while Jasmine has a new regular admirer, Ari. Ari was a big time movie producer. He was on his way out with his wife Sharon. Sharon was leaving Ari. Ari compensated for this by spending most of his time, and money at the One Eyed Monster. Ari had a particular interest in Jasmine. Jasmine walks right up to Ari and sits on his lap, giving Ari a huge smile.

John is in Dacia’s living room, talking on the phone to his girlfriend, Sara. Sara is a big beautiful woman. Sara’s pretty face, and bright blue ojos, give light that she was once smoking hot.

“I’m not having much luck babe.” John says to Sara.

“Have you gone to every agency?” Sara asks.

“No. I’m working on it. The traffic out here is no joke. But I’m going to keep trying until I go to every single one.” John says adamantly.

“I know you will. Vanessa and Melissa say hi.” Sara says.

“Their good. I’ll send you some pics.” Sara says.

“OK. I’ll let you go, I know your tired. Love you, bye.” John says.

“I didn’t know you had kids?” Dacia says, as she makes her way from the kitchen, and joins John on the couch.

“I don’t. I mean. Sara was pregnant, but we lost the baby.” John says sadly.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Dacia says comfortingly and genuine.

“Thanks. No the kids are, um, our friends, It’s a long complicated story.” John says.

“Oh. I’ll make some popcorn.” Dacia says cheerfully, as she gets up and rushes to the kitchen.“Soooooo.” Dacia says as she returns a couple minutes later with the popcorn.

“Well, OK, I used to sell weed back in Albuquerque. Before it was all medicinal.” John says.

“No!” Dacia says in disbelief.“You’re a naughty boy.”

“Yeah well. I cleaned up a little to meet these producers. Anyway, One of my customers was this lesbian couple. They really wanted to get pregnant. They tried a fertility doctor and everything. They spent all their money on it, and it didn’t work.”

“Oh.” Dacia says sadly.

“So they asked me if I would help them.” John says.

“With like money?” Dacia asks.

“No. Help them.” John says, as he points to his crotch.

“Oh. No way! So you fucked one of them?” Dacia asks enthralled.“Was one like more girly, and the other kinda dykey?”

“Yeah!” John says, surprised that Dacia knew.

“I figured. So you fucked the girly one right?” Dacia says.

“Yes.” John says.

“Nice.” Dacia says.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool.” John says.

“And Sara was OK with this?” Dacia asks.

“Well I wasn’t with Sara at the time.” John says.

“OK, so you got her pregnant?” Dacia asks.

“No. Not right away. We tried for a few month, with no success. In the middle of that, that’s when I met Sara.” John says.

“Oh no! Did you tell her what you were doing?” Dacia says.

“No, but she found out.” John says.

“Oh shit!” Dacia says.

“Yeah. I’ll get to that. So it wasn’t working with Vanessa, so Melissa decided to give it a try. And all this time I was falling in love with Sara.” John says.

“Right.” Dacia says.

“One night, with Sara, I left my phone on the table while I went to the bathroom.” John says.

“Ohhhhh, I know where this is going.” Dacia says.

“Yeah. While I was in the bathroom, Vanessa texted me, when are you going to put a baby in me already?” John says.

“Oh shit.” Dacia says, shaking her head.“You didn’t have it password protected?”

“I did, but it flashed at the top of my phone first, and she saw it.” John says.

“Oh yeah, fuck. She flip out?” Dacia says.

“Yeah. who’s this bitch? Fuck you. The whole nine inches. I told her what I was doing, and why.” John says.

“She didn’t believe you?” Dacia asks.

“No! She had me call them and talk to her.” John says.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Dacia says dramatically.

“Tell me about it! So Sara talks on the phone with them, and they decide we should all meet.” John says.

“No way!” Dacia says.

“Yeah way.” John says.

“That must have been awkward?” Dacia says.

“A little, but they are very sweet, especially Vanessa. After they talked, Sara was into it.” John says.

“Really? Awwwww. She’s a sweetheart.” Dacia says.

“She really is. So I guess Vanessa’s pregnancy test was wrong, and I just fucked Melissa the once. Long story short, they both got pregnant.” John says.

“No way!” Dacia says excited.

“Yeah, I was at the hospital with three girls pregnant.” John says.

“That’s fucking crazy!” I know isn’t it? You can’t write this shit.“John says.

Then it happens. Dacia has the obvious, brilliant idea.

“You should write it!” Dacia says excited.

“Mmmmmm.” John says hesitantly.

“You know I love, The Womb of Time, but this is awesome, and funny, and real.” Dacia says trying to make her point.

“I don’t know?” John says.

“I do know. I will even let you use my computer.” Dacia says.

“You’ll let me enter the forbidden room?” John jokes.

“If you write it. They will cum.” Dacia says.

“OK. I guess.” John says.

Dacia runs into the One Eyed Monster, and finds Jasmine.

“Jasmine! Are you still seeing that movie producer?” Dacia asks.

“Ari? He comes in here all the time. He’ll probably be here tonight.” Jasmine says.

“Awesome, can you give him this?” Dacia says, as she hands Jasmine John’s new script.“I’ll owe you one.”

“I got you girl.” Jasmine says.

“Thank you so much for everything.” John says to Dacia, as he hugs her.

“I told you it was a good story.” Dacia says.

“You were right. Are the doggies going to be OK?” John asks.

“Yeah. I’ll find someone. I’m good at finding people. I found you, didn’t I?” Dacia says.

“You sure did. OK, well thanks again. I’ll be in touch.” John says, as he leaves.

“Is this skirt too short?” Dacia asks Jasmine, as the two beauties get dressed for a party Ari is throwing for John.

“No.” Jasmine says, as she squeezes her body into a tight green dress.

“I thought not.” Dacia says, as she slides the skirt off, and puts on a shorter one.

“So you and Ari are becoming a thing huh?” Dacia asks.

“I guess. If by thing, you mean, I suck his dick for a lot of money.” Jasmine says.

“Yeah, but you’re doing it on a regular basis. That’s got to mean something.” Dacia says.

“Mmmmm, maybe. You ready? Let’s go.” Jasmine says.

The party is everything cliche about Hollywood. Caterers in white button up shirts serve ourderves and champagne from silver trays. Beautiful blonds, and a few brunettes are scattered throughout the house. There are up and coming actors and talent agents. Dacia and Jasmine enter the house party, with confidence, and overwhelming sexual energy. Eager little beavers. Ready to soak up the atmosphere. As soon as they walk in the door, John walks up to them, and gives them both a hug.

“I’m so glad you guys came. And thanks again Jasmine. I have a part for you ladies if you want it.” John says.

“Awe shit. We gone be famous.” Jasmine says all gangster.

“They are just small parts, but they are yours if you want them. I think you’ll be perfect” John says.

“Is Ari around?” Jasmine asks.

“Yeah. I think he’s out back by the pool.” John says.

Jasmine heads off to find Ari.

Sara approaches John and Dacia.

“Oh Dacia, this is Sara.” John says, oblivious to Sara’s jealous eyes.

Dacia gives Sara a big, warm hug.

“I’ve heard so much about you.” Dacia says.

“I guess I didn’t hear enough about you. John didn’t tell me you were a super model.” Sara says.

“Oh, you’re a sweetheart. Is that Rihanna?” Dacia asks, a little star struck.

“Yeah, she’s going to be in the movie.” John says excitedly.

“Really? I’m a go say hi. It was so nice to meet you.” Dacia says to Sara.

Dacia walks up to Rihanna with no fear.

“Strap in, strap it on, stick it in, that’s my favorite song.” Dacia sings to Rihanna.

“I’m Dacia.” Dacia says.

“Rihanna.” Rihanna says.

“Of course you are.” Dacia says.

“This is my friend Gypina.” Rihanna says.

“Hello.” Gypina says.

“Oh cute accent. I always wanted one.” Dacia says.

“You do have one, to me.” Gypina says.

“You’re right.” Dacia says, thinking about it.

“Are you in the movie?′ Rihanna asks.

“I guess I am now.” Dacia says.

“What do you mean?” Gypina asks.

“Well, I let John stay at my house for a little while. I got him in touch with Ari, and then all this happened. He just told Jasmine and I that we will be in the movie. Jasmine...” Dacia says looking around for her.“She’s around here somewhere. She’s the hot Arabian girl. Can’t miss her.” Dacia says.

“I think I saw her talking to Ari.” Gypina says.

“Oh yeah, they have become quite the middle east peace plan.” Dacia says laughing. She then starts to look Rihanna up and down seductively.“Cute boots.”

“Thanks” Rihanna says.

Dacia then notices the dress that Rihanna is wearing.

“I like that dress too. Is that Juan from cartel games?” Dacia asks.

“Yes!” Rihanna says, excited that someone recognized her dress.

Gypina rolls her eyes in disgust.

“You watch it?” Rihanna asks.

“Oh my god, yes! Juan is my favorite. I hope he wins. I have to watch it by myself. Jasmine wont watch it with me. She thinks it’s too bloody” Dacia says.

“I don’t blame her. I can’t watch it either.” Gypina says.

“I’ll watch it with you.” Rihanna says, inviting herself into Dacia’s world.

“I’d love that. That would be cool.” Dacia says.

“So are you like a stripper?” Rihanna asks bluntly.

“Yeah. Jasmine and I work at the One Eyed Monster. I dance to your songs all the time. You should come check it out.” Dacia says.

“I would, but I’m only seventeen.” Rihanna says disappointed.

“When do you turn eighteen?” Dacia asks.

“In a couple of months.” Rihanna says.

“Come then.” Dacia says.

“I thought you had to be twenty-one?” Gypina chimes in.

“No. You’ll have to wear a wristband. You cant drink, but you can come in. Come up on stage and dance with me.” Dacia says, as she gyrates her body.

“Hell yeah. Give me your number.” Rihanna demands.

Rihanna puts Dacia’s number in her phone. Dacia sees Jim Marsders across the room.

“Is that Rex?” Dacia says excitedly.

“Yeah.” Gypina says.

“Oh shit. I have to say hi. Get him to bite my neck.” Dacia says, as if Jim has no choice.

“Me too.” Rihanna says, as they walk over to him.

Jasmine swallows the little bit of cum that Ari can muster. Ari has been having problems. Dick problems. Problems getting it up. Problems not cumming like he used to. When Jasmine sucks him off, Ari is usually rock hard, but when she’s not around, it’s a different story.

“I just wish I could cum more.” Ari thought to himself as he put his dick away.“God I love you.” Ari says to Jasmine as she stands up from off her knees of the cool, marble, bathroom floor.

“You just love the way I suck dick.” Jasmine says.

“Will you marry me?” Ari says serious.

“That must be the coke talking.” Jasmine says.

“I mean it.” Ari says.

“Aren’t you still married to your wife?” Jasmine asks.

“The papers are on their way. It’s over baby. Come on. I know I’m not a young hot stud anymore, but I got money! And I’m funny! Huh?” Ari says.

Jasmine has heard it all before. The “I’ll leave my wife, my girlfriend, my boyfriend.”

“I don’t see no ring.” Jasmine says all sassy.

“You want a ring? Of course. Next time you’ll have a ring.” Ari says.

“Uh huh. That’s the whiskey talking.” Jasmine says.

Dacia has her STD papers in her hand. The man in the black suit looks over them. The man passes Dacia off to another man who looks just like him. This man walks Dacia Through the massive estate, somewhere deep in the heart of Texas. Dacia’s not quite sure what city. As soon as she arrived in Dallas, she was blindfolded, and driven for hours to the ex presidents house. One of his houses anyway. His favorite little hide away from all the noise of the world. Here he can make his own noises. Nasty noises that haunt his dreams. Dacia makes her way, with the help of the secret service man in black, through the house to a darkly lit room. Dacia stands there in a black silk robe, and nothing else. Dacia carefully watches her surroundings. Where the window is at. How far the door is in relation to her. Just in case. Dacia stands their quietly for a few minutes. Finally, an old man is wheeled into the room by one of the men in black, and stops him in front of Dacia. The man in black then stands guard at the door of the room.

“Take off your robe.” The president demands in a soft, cracking voice.

Dacia slides her robe off.

“Bend over and show me your asshole.” The president says.

Dacia touches her toes in a perverted yoga position, then spreads her cheeks so the old man can get a nice look.

“Make it wink.” The president says.

Dacia flexes her anus muscle and relaxes it. Making her asshole pulse. The president, with the help of his Viagra, grows a decent erection, for such an elderly man.

“Suck my cock slut.” The president commands.

Dacia has been waiting for this moment all her life. Dacia crawls on her hands and knees to the presidents lap. Dacia slips the wrinkly dick out of a slot in the presidents pajamas. Dacia looks the president dead in his eyes, then plunges her head deep into the presidents lap. Sending his dick deep into her throat.

“That’s right whore. Take it all.” The president says, as he pushes Dacia’s head down trying to gag her on his dick.

Dacia plays the part. She acts as if she’s choking on it, even though it doesn’t come close. Every pore in her body wants to bite his dick off and make a go at the secret service, that has been watching them. No. Stick to the plan, she thought. Dacia begins to use her hands in conjunction with her mouth. Jerking him off while sucking on him. She spits, drools and slobbers on the presidents cock. Dacia sticks her tongue in the little hole at the top of his penis. Dacia is almost done. She can feel the old mans legs quiver as he is about to cum. Dacia swallows the small load and continues to suck and lick the top of his cock, until finally the president waves to the man in black to wheel him away. A different man brings Dacia her clothes. Dacia dresses, and then is blindfolded again, and driven back to the airport.

The next day, back in LA, Dacia is eating a huge bowl of cereal as she watches the news. The TV has some special breaking coverage.

“The president has died from an apparent heart attack early this morning.” says the young, blond reporter.“Reports are, that he died peacefully in his sleep at exactly six o nine.” Dacia smiles, knowing he didn’t die peacefully, but in agony. The president was sweating all night, and convulsing. Dacia had coated her lips and tongue with a very powerful poison, that can only be found on the backs of certain frogs in the amazon. Dacia has been taking small amounts of the poison for years. Building up an immunity to it. The first time Dacia took a very small amount of the poison, she had severe stomach pain and had been vomiting, along with hot and cold chills, for days. The amount the president took, must have had him in agonizing pain all night before he died. Dacia smiles as she turns off the television. She finishes her cereal, and heads to her computer room.

THE END