Message-ID: <33353asstr$1005315011@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@lana.pathlink.com> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews2 From: "Shon Richards" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <a4cnut8b0qbdetpctir86aci03e7df34b9@4ax.com> Reply-To: "Shon Richards" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Keywords: Default X-Posting-Agent: Hamster/1.3.22.0 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 02:38:44 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} <SpamGame>"Secret Site Society" by Shon Richards Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 09:10:11 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33353> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar "Secret Site Society" By Shon Richards "The Initiation Tests for the Secret Site Society are about to begin," I told the aspirants. They flinched at my loud voice. Good, they should flinch before power. My associates remained silent and simply glared down at the ones assembled before us. "Last century, the Powers that control the earth were lacking in funds," I continued. "The stock markets were failing and our assets on the Moon were finally dwindling. Fortunately, we found that the wealthy elite was willing to pay millions to know a small fraction of the secrets we trade in every day. We now run a website that is only offered to those who can afford to pay our million dollar subscription fee." "That is where you come in," I told the crowd before me. "If you wish to join us, and reap in a portion of the profits we make, then you must offer us something unique to provide on our website. Succeed, and you'll have access to the wonders of the world. Fail, and you can peddle your crap to Yahoo." "Applicant #1, you may present your offering." The applicant jumped out of his chair and walked nervously towards the terminal we had set up for this demonstration. He slipped his disc in and stood back so we all could watch his video on the monitor that occupied the far wall. An image of Britney Spears leaped to the screen. She was performing oral sex on a man and I have to say, her technique has improved vastly. The eye contact she was providing was top notch. "This is a smuggled video of Britney Spears performing oral sex on her boyfriend, Justin Timberlake," the applicant bragged. I sighed. "That is not Justin," I informed him. "Justin has a scar on his balls from when Britney bit him in Paris. This is most likely another roadie. Currently, we have over thirty videos of Britney performing oral sex. I bet this video ends with a facial, am I right? The applicant nodded miserably. "Your offering has been rejected. Next?" An eager woman stepped up to the terminal while cloaked guards led the first applicant out. She was looking smug and confident as she slipped in her disc. I was intrigued by her confidence and hoped she could back it up. An image appeared of a very hairy man fucking a bored donkey in a cave. It was terribly disappointing. Just because the man was Osama Bin Laden was no reason to think we would accept it for our site. "Rejected, next?" "Rejected?" the woman protested. "That's Osama Bin Laden up there! He's fucking a donkey! Do you know how hard it was to get him to fuck a donkey much less tape it?" I shrugged. "An insane man fucking a donkey is interesting but not marketable. Now, if the donkey were fucking him, you would have something to sell. Now please leave before we have you shot. Next?" The woman stomped away and I pressed a yellow button. She looked like the type to try to make trouble so I signaled the guards to wipe her memory. It wouldn't take ten minutes and it was the safe thing to do. You can't run a business like ours without taking precautions. Next up was a midget. The applicant was a midget, not what he had to offer. What he was offering was hard to tell at first. It looked like a public shower with young teenage girls. The girls were washing their hair, lathering their bodies and some were just talking while the water washed over their nubile bodies. "I fail to understand," I stated to the applicant. "What makes this valuable?" "It's an actual High School girls' locker room," the midget said. "I see," I said. "Does anyone famous go to this school?" "No, it's located in North Carolina," the midget said. "Hmm, then is it a Catholic school or maybe a Muslim school?" "No," the midget repeated. "It's just a North Carolina high school." I growled at this point. "You are wasting our time! This is the Secret Site Society; Bill Gates has us on his favorite places! If a millionaire wanted to see naked high school girls they would just adopt a few. We offer the unusual or the rare not sluts from some random high school! Celebrities, religious organizations or the unique is what we are looking for; not just illegal flesh." "Who's next?" I yelled. An older man was next but he wisely walked past the terminal and went out the exit. A young woman then stepped up to the terminal and didn't hesitate at all in slipping in her disc. I made a promise to myself that if her offering were as weak as the others, I would have the guards shoot her on the spot. It would help weed out the others and get this meeting back on track. "I offer to this elite society a video of Marilyn Monroe," the woman began. I nearly ordered the guards to shoot her right there. Once you've seen Marilyn's lesbian sex scene with Jane Mansfield, you've seen all you want to see of the blonde. "In this footage, she's seen spanking Princess Diana," the woman continued. My finger hovered over the button that would execute her. "When was this footage recorded?" I asked her. "Valentine's Day of 2001," the woman responded. "See?" I told the other applicants. "A spanking occurring between two allegedly dead celebrities is what the Secret Site Society is all about. That is something you just don't see everyday." As Marilyn masturbated with the handle of a paddle, I approved the young lady into our society. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+