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"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.

 

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