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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Makin' Movies
Part: 2 of 4
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (Mf oral anal)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 Frederick T.  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 (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, 
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the 
people live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it 
here as anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should 
treat each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                               "Makin' Movies"
                                   Part Two
                                (Mf oral anal)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    We piled into the van after the sun set and motored off to a fast food 
place...Brought it back to the house and had a terrific meal of nachos, 
refried beans, burritos and lots of coke.  We didn't finish all the food and I 
was lighting up our third bong when the half eaten burrito slapped against the 
side of my face.  Terry was laughing like a fool and I could feel the beans 
start to slide down my cheek.  I picked up a spoon and dug out a good chunk of 
beans with it.  The chunk ended up splattering against her cheek and falling 
to the floor.

    She reached for the beans but I grabbed her wrist...After all I'd gotten 
the worst in the exchange and didn't want to get clobbered again.  She tried 
to reach the beans with her other hand and I had to drop the bong to grab her 
other wrist.  I captured both of her wrists with one hand and scooped some 
beans out with my fingers.  I slathered it all over her cheeks and mouth.

    We were both laughing like crazy, with beans dribbling off our faces.  She 
made a valiant attempt to go for the beans one last time so I stood and picked 
her up off the chair.  I carried her to the den and sat on the couch with her 
on my lap.  She was wiggling around like a worm and I finally worked her over 
on to her stomach.  It was a natural reflex to spank her nice padded behind 
and I did it several times...Not very hard, though.

    She was yelling and screaming but that stopped when I started to massage 
her very nice rump.  Her wiggling turned into a grinding and my cock started 
to grow in my jeans.  She looked up at me and there was no doubt in my 
military mind that this young lady wanted to do more than have a food fight.  
I rolled her over and licked some of the left over beans off her cheek.  I 
felt her tongue on my cheek and soon we were visiting each other's mouths.

    She tasted of refried beans but then I'm sure I did, too.  My hand slipped 
up under her sweat shirt and there was nothing but skin.  Her breasts about 
the size of tennis balls, her nipples erect under my hand.  She moaned into my 
mouth when I pinched one and then I was dragging the sweat shirt up over her 
breasts.

    My mouth found her right nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth.  She 
shivered and almost yelped when I bit it.  Her areolae were dime size and the 
nipples were surprisingly large for such small tits.  I chewed on both of them 
while my other hand tried to work her jeans down over her hips.  It became too 
hard so I pushed her off my lap and on to the floor.

    She sat, pulled her sweat shirt off and then started to pull her jeans 
down.  I was rapidly approaching lust, my cock tenting my jeans.  I stood and 
pulled off my shirt and then dropped my jeans.  My cock was sticking out 
through the fly of my shorts, just about as hard as it got.  Terry was staring 
at it as she wiggled out of her panties.  They were a dark blue and very 
skimpy.  I had a hard time believing she was only fourteen or so.  Her bush 
was a thick "V" of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs...A tremendous 
contrast to her almost blonde hair.  Her areolae seemed smaller and her 
nipples stuck out about half an inch.  I was pulling off my tennies and was 
almost naked.

    I joined her on the floor and helped her pull off her panties.  I held 
them to my face and smelled her.  My cock was like stone and jerking around in 
my groin.  She grabbed it and I almost started the "Joe Cocker" stomp.

    "You've got a big dick, Willy."  I smashed my lips against hers and my 
tongue drove deep into her mouth.  I rolled to my back and brought her with 
me.  I could almost feel her nipples poking against my chest, my hands 
grasping her plump ass cheeks.  She was grinding against me and I ground back 
against her.  We rolled over several times on the floor, our mouths still 
tasting like refried beans.  I ended up almost on top of her and quickly slid 
down until my face was above her groin.

    She spread her legs and I was in heaven.  Her pubic hair was a thatch 
right through her groin and I buried my mouth where I thought her cunt would 
be.  I wasn't far off and soon had my tongue painting nothing but pink.  She 
squealed and wiggled about until her entire body tensed up and spasamed a bit.

    Then she screamed.  "Oooooh !  Lick iiiiit !  Willleeeeeee !  Aaaagh !  
I'mmmmm cummmming !"  I had my tongue pistoning in and out of a very tight 
cunt.  Her clit a small sheath of skin up at the top of her thin labia.  I was 
dueling with it when she came again.  "Fuuuuuckkk !  Lick me...Lick meeeee !"  
The scream went on for several seconds and then I was climbing over her.  Her 
legs came up off the floor and captured my middle.

    I was holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was trying 
to guide my hard dick into her pussy.  It was greasy, slick with cunt butter 
and I could feel my cheeks coated with her juices.  I poked and poked, finally 
forcing the head of my cock into her.  She was so, so tight.  I froze and then 
pushed slowly until I was sure I was in her and would remain in her.  She was 
tense below me and I was some what concerned she was a virgin.  Yea !  Right, 
Willy !

    When she started to move below me, I lost it and buried my cock in her 
belly.  She screamed and I was off to the races, just fucking the shit out of 
her.  Her legs were sliding up and down my hips and thighs, her ass thrusting 
her flower against the pole I had buried in her.  Fuck !  She was a machine 
and fucking me like no other young thing ever had.  I was panting and she was 
chanting.

    "Go...Go...Gooooo !  Ooooooh !  Fuck...Willlllleeeeeeee !"  I was beyond 
lust, just pounding my cock in and out of her like a fucking maniac.  Sweat 
was pouring off of me and I could feel it dribble down the crease in her neck, 
my face buried in the cheap carpet.  She finally came in one big, loud 
explosion of sound and movement.  She twitched for a long while after I 
stopped pumping in and out of her, my cock now a shriveled viena sausage.  I 
slipped out of her and rolled to my back.  I could hear myself panting and was 
self conscious when she rolled over closer to me.

    "Oh !  Wow !  That was some high...Fuck !  Can we smoke another bowl ?"

    We showered together and washed all the refried beans off of us and I 
seriously considered going out for another food run.  I wonder what young 
pussy tastes like with a little hot sauce ?  Terry didn't let me though and 
after I popped one of my magic pills we ended up in the bedroom.

    Her cunt was so clean smelling and tasted so great.  I must have eaten her 
to fifty orgasms.  She kept wiggling around on the mattress until I could take 
no more, rolled her over, yanked her to her knees and buried my dick as far as 
I could into her womb.  She fucked back like a crazy woman, reminded me of 
Carol.  Her compact ass was a thrill to watch, squishing up against my stomach 
as I drilled my iron hard cock in and out of her.

    You're right, I couldn't resist and pried her tight butt cheeks apart to 
watch my pole sink into her.  Her anus was surrounded by a light down of dark 
hair and I went crazy fucking her like a mad man, finally pounding her down on 
to the mattress.  "Joe Cocker" made several appearances and when I was finally 
whipped, rolled to my back and wished I was twenty-five again.

    The room was light when I woke.  I was confused and wasn't real sure where 
I was ?  Terry was curled up across the bed and I slowly got out of it and 
made my way to the bathroom.  I had to piss.  Memories of last night flooded 
my consciousness.  This young lady was the hottest teenager I think I'd 
ever...What !  Seduced...Raped...Oh !  Fuck !  I had no idea...Felt guilty.  I 
was sending a thick stream of urine into the bowl when she threw her arms 
around my middle.

    "Willy...I had the greatest time...Can we get stoned...It's so much fun in 
the morning."  Her hands were in my pubic hair and I was starting to feel 
aroused.  I could feel her naked body against my back.  Fuck !  I wanted her.

    I disengaged and rushed to the kitchen.  She followed and stood there as I 
stoked up the bowl.  Blonde hair, proud tennis ball size breasts, her nipples 
erect in the cool air of the house, her dark pubic hair matted in places with 
her day old juices.  My cock started to grow.  She noticed and came to me, 
went to her knees and opened her mouth.

    "I've never done this before...Teach me."  I threw back my head back and 
moaned.  Her lips captured the head of my penis, blood surging through my 
body.  She nibbled and licked and took her turns with the bong.  "I can't 
decide what I like more...Your dick or the bong ?"  She got plenty of both and 
we ended up back in bed going sixty-nine, both of us reaching for the universe 
and the stars and the moon...Fuck !  What more was there ??!!

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    It was the week before Christmas.  Erin was pissed I didn't make it that 
night for dinner as she spent most of the day preparing her mother's macaroni 
and cheese.  Nice try, Erin...But I know it doesn't take that long.  I wasn't 
about to tell her that I spent that night with a fourteen year old young 
lady...After all, I wasn't that stupid.  I figured she knew as much anyway.

    Terry and I had plans for the new year...Her parents were going to 
California for the big weekend...Funny, most people from California come to 
Las Vegas to trash our city.  Maybe, it's not so surprising that some of us go 
to the coast and trash their cities ??!!

    I'd narrowed my pursuers down to government workers because of their 
obviously limited budget and some what inept ways.  I wasn't ruling out 
Carol's new found friend or Rich Clark of Clark Enterprises or whatever but it 
really smelled more like a government job and that narrowed it down to the 
DEA.  Fuck !  Who else would be following me around...It sure wasn't the air 
force checking to see if I'd expired from prostate cancer and maybe they could 
cut off my retirement.

    I spent a lot of time driving in and out of the condo complex but never 
got a whiff of surveillance.  Maybe the fuckers got better...Not likely !  We 
celebrated the birth of Christ at the cabin.  Erin cooking the turkey and 
Carol doing the stuffing.  I added a little special herb to the dressing and 
the entire cabin smelled like drying hemp when we sat down to eat.  The three 
of us were stoned as shit and after dinner romped around in the snow behind 
the cabin.  I kept the girls away from the tin cans, I'd strung about knee 
high between some of the under brush.  No sense in being totally stupid about 
people following you.  I was sure they had no idea where the cabin was and was 
intent on keeping it that way.

    We exchanged presents after dinner and our romp in the snow.  Carol got me 
a real nifty hand gun that was going to take me years to figure out.  She said 
I could stop the Denver Bronco offensive line from ten feet or some shit !  
She got Erin a small women's hand gun that wasn't quite as powerful as mine.  
I got both of the girls a diamond ring about the size of a large grape.  I was 
mobbed after they opened their presents and we didn't get to Erin's presents 
until late the next morning.

    Erin had deposited a hundred and fifty thousand of the "sting" cash into 
our very own personal "retirement" accounts, she called them...Fifty thousand 
an account.  She told us that if we wanted to deposit more...No 
problem...George LaBlume was a very cooperative banker.  I wondered if she was 
fucking him ?

    Before we left the cabin, Carol got me alone and told me she had a very 
special filming she wanted me to do early next year.  She wanted it all done 
with hidden cameras.  I wasn't to be there at all but she wanted me to edit 
the product and maybe...Just maybe, we could make a little contribution to our 
"retirement" accounts.  I was intrigued but Carol was very vague about who the 
subjects were.  This Stephan guy, who I was taking the pictures for, was a 
pretty good source of income and I often wondered how close he and Carol had 
become ?  Not much I could do about it anyway plus I wasn't exactly being 
celibate.

    Erin was planning on spending the New Years in California with her sisters  
and Carol had her own plans.  So I picked Terry up at Sunset Park during the 
afternoon and drove through a maze of housing complexes to make sure I was 
clean before heading off to the cabin.  It was almost dark when we arrived and 
the snow looked so great in the fading light.  Terry was anxious to get high 
but I made her wait to torch the bong until we turned off the highway and 
started bumping over the dirt road to the cabin.  There was still just a 
single set of tire tracks in the snow and I'd spent a lot of brain power and 
concentration keeping it that way.  Yea !  I know it doesn't sound that tough 
but let me tell you...Aaah !  Yea !  Right, Willy.

    I was stoking the wood stove and she was going bonkers over the hot tub, 
dancing up and down around it.  Shit !  She looked like a kid...Shit !  She 
was.  I'd never asked...Just figured she was fourteen or so...Really had no 
earthly idea ?  The steam was rising off of it as I'd had it cooking off since 
I left.  I watched as she stripped off her clothes and sunk into it.  I forgot 
all about how old she might be and started to get out of my clothes.

    "Hey !  Willy...Bring the bong."  Coming right up, princess.  I rushed 
over to the tub, my cock bobbing before me.  I slid right in and the hot water 
took the starch right out of my member.  I had a pretty good idea Terry would 
make it better later.

    We passed the bong back and forth for a while before either of us spoke.  
Off in the distance you could see the glow of the lights from the strip.  She 
started talking first.  "Aaah...Willy...My friends..."  She paused for a long 
time and I initially thought she might have forgotten what she was going to 
say ?  Maybe she wanted to bring some friends up...Now there's an idea !

    "...Aah...Well, you know that shit you gave me the last time ?"  I'd let 
her have the entire baggie from the glove compartment.  I just nodded my head.  
"Well...My friends thought it was the greatest bud in the world and wondered 
if I could get some more...I mean they're willing to pay...Shit !  An eighth 
of that shit would go for sixty, seventy...I mean if you could trust me to 
bring you the money...If not, I could set you up with these people...They're 
not narcs or anything..."  She was staring at me but I was still staring off 
at the lights of 'Vegas.

    "How old are you, Terry ?"

    I looked into her eyes, watched the expression on her face when she said, 
"Thirteen."  My cock twitched, even in the hot water.  Fuck !  Thirteen...She 
looked a lot older, I thought.

    "How much you thinking of selling ?"

    "Shit !  As much as you can get me.  I'm being mobbed with kids and my 
sister and her friends found out I had some of your shit and went wild trying 
to get some."

    I leaned back against the decking and looked off at the lights again.  
Would be a good source of income for my mole hills as Erin called them.  Plus 
not much threat...Except to Terry.  "You sure you're cool with this...Could 
get you in a lot of trouble...Fuck up your life real good...For a good long 
time."

    Terry leaned back on her elbows, looking off at the lights.  Her proud 
breasts were poking up off her chest, her areolae all crinkly, nipples erect.  
She was silent for a while and then blurted out.  "Shit !  Yea !  Willy...I 
sell it for seventy an eighth and give you fifty.  Gives me some walking 
around money."

    "How much you want to start with ?"  I asked.

    "I already started.  Shit !  I was being mobbed at school.  The word 
really got around.  I've got over a thousand bucks in my jeans...You mad ?"

    No, I wasn't mad.  I figured the baggie I gave her had close to two ounces 
in it.  Fuck !  A thousand dollars...This beat the shit out of selling it 
wholesale.  I turned and kissed her.  Her mouth tasted like dope and turned me 
on.  Her tongue like a little snake in my mouth, against my teeth, fencing 
with my tongue.

    I rose out of the hot tub, intending to help Terry out.  Instead, she 
captured my dangling penis with her mouth.  I stared at the lights as her 
mouth and lips gobbled me up.  The hardness coming quickly, her mouth starting 
to slide back and forth on my cock.  My hands were in her hair, I was pumping 
my hips.  I looked down and watched as her lips slid back and forth on my 
dick.  I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock, searching for that 
special place.  She found it and I shivered.  My thrusting became more urgent.  
I tightened my grip in her hair, dragging her mouth on and off my cock.  I 
threw my head back just a moment before my knees started to shake.

    "Ooooh !  Suck It, Terry...Suck it, baby !"  "Joe Cocker" was in full 
force tonight.  My stomach was as tight as a drum, my thighs ached and the 
warmth spread out from my groin and raced to my belly, my chest.  I crumpled 
in a heap on the side of the hot tub but Terry kept sucking and licking and 
nibbling as I jerked around like a bug on a hot skillet.  She was still 
between my legs, painting my scrotum with her saliva when I regained situation 
awareness.

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    We were bouncing up the dirt road to the highway.  It was late New Year's 
Day and I wanted to get to the condo and watch one of the late afternoon 
football games...UCLA and Wisconsin, the Rose Bowl or whatever.  We were both 
stoned as shit and if Carol was still out, I was going to have Terry spend the 
night.  The thought of the three of us sharing each other was appealing 
but...Well, I guess I really didn't have a but...But Terry sure did.  As nice 
as Carol's just not as mature.

    Down the hill we went and last night became crystal clear.  Terry on the 
edge of the bed.  My magic pink pill surging strength through my cock.  Her 
butt wiggling around in front of me.  I could see some of her dark pussy hair 
and dropped to my knees on the floor.  Her ass cheeks spread so easily and my 
tongue painted her from bearded clam to her puckered anus.  She shrieked and 
screamed as I wormed my tongue; first, into her cunt and then into her 
asshole.  I bit her ass cheeks until there were teeth marks in them and then 
reamed out her anus until she slid down flat on to the mattress.

    I could feel her anus trying to capture my tongue and slid my hand under 
her pubic bone while digging my thumb into her cunt.  She was bucking up and 
down on the mattress, cuming about every two or three minutes.  I ground my 
cock against the side of the mattress and I was hard a steel.  When she was 
babbling incoherently, I got to my feet and went to the bathroom.  I came back 
with some of Carol's magic lotion...A combination of oil and some other shit 
that got slick and hot as shit when you rubbed it on someone.

    I squirted some on Terry's butt and she looked back at me.  Her eyes were 
slits and this time I was sure it was lust.  Her eyes told me she knew what 
was going to happen.  I started to rub the oil around between her legs and all 
over her bum.  She struggled to her knees and I slid my finger into her cunt 
and my thumb up her ass.  She immediately started to buck against the digits I 
had buried in her.  With my other hand I stroked some of the oil on to my 
cock.  It glistened in the lamp light of the bedroom and Terry's butt was 
slick with it.

    I pulled her to the edge and told her to spread her ass.  Her little hands 
came back and spread herself wide.  Her anus was shinny and I poked my cock 
head right up against the opening.  One push and I was half way in her.  She 
wiggled back and forth in front of me and in the process, impaled herself on 
my engorged cock.  My hands were on her hips and I started pumping.  Her anus 
clung to my hard penis as I dragged myself out of her and then looked 
grotesque as I buried it in her bowels.  She kept wiggling her butt and it was 
driving me crazy.  I fucked her faster and only stopped when my brain exploded 
with pleasure, my limbs shaking, my stomach cramping.

    I was sure her anus was trying to keep me in her bowels but I was finally 
able to drag out my sore, spent cock.  The hot tub felt awfully good after 
that and I don't remember how I got back to the bedroom.  The sun woke me and 
I found Terry in the kitchen, wearing one of my "T" shirts and trying to 
scramble some eggs.  The bong was lying on the counter top, still cooking off.  
Next to it was a stack of twenty dollar bills.  It seemed like a big stack but 
then a thousand in twenties was probably a pretty big stack.

    We arrived at the condo well after dark and I decided that if she spent 
the night...We'd just start all over again and I wasn't sure I could keep up 
with her.  I was glad Carol wasn't around and instead of watching the game, 
drove Terry home and ended up at Thirstbusters watching the game with a bunch 
of young guys and drinking lots and lots of Asahi Dry.  I can't remember who 
won and struggled down the block to the condo about eleven.

    Into the new year, I spent a lot of time in town and was able to pick up 
my friends just about every day as I left the condo.  I'd lead them on miles 
and miles of wild goose chases and...Well, I will admit that getting back to 
the cabin was a fucking pain in the ass, usually involving hours and miles of 
driving all over Las Vegas to lose them before heading up the hill.

    You're probably wondering why I spent so much time hanging my ass out with 
these fuckers ?  Well...It was a matter of principle, like the Rick Clark 
thing.  I thought I had a deal with Wayne Montana...I had some pretty good 
dirt on the mother fucker (WT-T#13D).  I mean it's one thing to be the 
president but quite another to be just a worker bee for the federal 
government...The same rules hardly applied.

    Now...Wayne probably thought he had some dirt on me but it was all 
circumstantial...He'd never caught me red handed and I intended to keep it 
that way.  The back of my mind, though, was filled with other possibilities.  
There was always the Rich Clark thing...The sting.  I had no doubt in my mind 
that if that fucker ever connected me to his missing five hundred g's, I'd be 
a dead man.  From what I had heard through Jay, though, the fucker was much 
too busy just fending off the audit the board of directors were clamoring for.

    A third possibility presented itself when I went to wire the suite Carol 
wanted the hidden video in.  I spent most of the morning working the cameras, 
laying the wire and trying to conceal everything.  Carol told me not to worry 
too much about people looking for them as they'd be pretty well pre-occupied.  
I figured it was a sting on some guy and his girl friend or something like 
that...Really I had no idea but that's what it sounded like.  I was coming 
down the back stairs of the hotel, dressed as a hippie...Wig...the works, 
granny glasses, bell bottoms, madras shirt, wearing a pair of sandals.

    Anyway, I'm more or less sneaking down the back stairs when I happened 
upon them.....

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    Connie Clark exited the ramp or what ever it was and looked around.  The 
America West jet was over an hour late.  Low clouds and low visibility in 
SoCal and they waited for what seemed like hours on the ground before getting 
airborne.  Carol was waiting, standing over by a bank of phones.  She was 
talking on one but also watching the gate.  When she saw Connie, she waved.  
Connie waved back and headed for the phones.

    "Thought you wouldn't make it...Just a second."  Connie figured she was 
listening to someone on the other end.  "Yea !  John, just make sure it's all 
set up.  Willy is supposed to do his thing..."  A long pause.  "Oh !  Shit !  
How am I supposed to know...The fucker is stoned almost twenty-four hours a 
day and chasing his teeny boopers...He could be anywhere...No  !  I'll call 
him.  Just make sure all the players are ready for tonight...Ok ?"  Carol 
listened for a bit and then finally hung up.

    "Well, Connie...Good to see you.  How's sunny California ?"  Carol laughed 
a bit.

    "Dog shit !  As Willy would say.  How is he ?"

    "Willy ?  He's fine...Couldn't be better...Growing his dope, selling it, 
too, from what I hear and still robbing the cradle...Erin and I can't keep him 
away from the young stuff...But life is great here."  Carol held up her hand 
with the large diamond plainly visible.  It made the rock on Connie's hand 
look like something she got out of a cracker jack box.  "How's hubby dealing 
with the loss of all that money ?"

    "Not worth a shit, Carol.  I haven't been laid once since you fuckers left 
town...Well, that's not exactly true.  He was an animal just after you all 
left, thinking we were on top of the world but when the reality of it sunk in 
about two weeks later...Shit !  That's all he talks about...Getting the 
fuckers who screwed him."

    "He have any ideas ?"

    "Not a clue and he's spent plenty of cash trying to come up with some 
info.  How the fuck did you cover your tracks so well ?  I mean the hotel 
rooms were rented to old fucks from Kansas and South Dakota...Fuck !  And the 
boat...Those people claim they were moored at Catalina that weekend.  Every 
time he gets some good news it turns into a dead end...Carol, you sure this 
weekend is going to work ?"

    "Positive, honey."  Carol draped her arm around Connie's shoulder and the 
two of them walked toward the people mover that would transport them to the 
main terminal.

    .....There they were.  Carol and Connie plus a couple of guys in suits.  I 
have a natural distrust of guys in suits.  Now, I realize that most successful 
men in the world wear suits and maybe, just maybe, that's why I'm slumming 
around, growing dope and chasing teenage girls but when I get real stoned and 
connect with the Karma binding the universe, I'm positive that suit guys are 
fucking hypocritical bastards who deserve to rot in hell.  Fuck !  That was a 
mouth full !

    I climbed up two steps and leaned against the wall of the stair well.  I 
still had a good view and it was obvious to me Carol was very familiar with 
the guys she was talking to.  Connie was just gawking around the casino.  Now, 
what the fuck was she doing here ?  My mind wandered back to the sting and 
Carol sending me off with the money.....

    "...Connie and I set this up, Willy."  Or something like that ??!!

    The group of them moved off through the casino and I dodged and darted 
through the crowd to follow them.  They entered the elevator area and I was 
stuck.  The ladies said good-by to the suit guys and I watched the elevator 
rise and stop at the same floor of the room I'd just wired.  A coincidence ?  
I doubt it.  I followed the suit guys to a bar...Then wandered out to the 
parking lot, torched up one of my cigar joints and motored out to Erin's law 
firm.

    I arrived just a little after noon and wandered through the front door 
like I owned the place.  "Ms. Tamarack is expecting me."  The receptionist 
looked at me like I was on drugs and I was.  I laughed a little.  She was real 
good looking and I wondered if any of the partners were fucking her.  
Probably, they wore suits.  Ha !  Ha !

    Erin finally came out to greet the hippie looking fucker who was asking 
for her.  She started laughing out loud when she saw me and then escorted me 
to her office.

    That morning, Erin had bugged the shit out of me before I left the condo.  
"Willy, what the fuck is the get-up for...You and Carol planing another 
sting...Come on, asshole, give it up."  She was tickling me and occasionally 
running a hand between my legs.  Wasn't much chance of me responding though as 
she'd drained the lizard last night and I was one tired puppy.

    We had lunch at a fancy place on the West side and I was sure most of the 
people there thought Erin was counseling some drug pusher/addict about his 
possible plea bargain agreement.  I could care less.  I was more interested in 
what Connie Clark was doing in 'Vegas ?  Watching Erin closely, I was positive 
she had some idea what was coming down...She hinted it was a girl thing...That 
I had nothing to worry about.

    Let me think about this for a bit.  I'm being tailed and one of my wives 
is consorting with my high school girl friend, whose husband we just burned 
for a half a million.  Yea !  I don't have a fucking thing to worry about.  
Maybe, I ought to go surfing ?  Too fucking cold !!

    At about the same time...Connie and Carol were in the hotel room having a 
drink.  Connie asked if she'd be able to see Willy before she left.  Carol 
didn't think that was too good an idea.  "The further away from this place he 
is the better...You ready for tonight, honey ?"

    Connie just stared at her for a long time.  "Willy doesn't know this is 
even happening does he ?"

    "Right there, honey...Although the fool wired the video for tonight and 
I'm going to have him edit a copy for your husband.  I wish I could see your 
old man's face when he watches it.  I've got a guy here who can slip it to a 
friend of his.  Willy told me he seems to remember you all exchanging videos 
when you were younger...true ?"

    Connie's mind floated back to those videos Rich used to make.  Usually 
just a couple or two...Sometimes more but not often and never the number Carol 
hinted would be here tonight.  She remembered letting Willy watch one of them 
when they first got back together and then the cabin...Well, that's why she 
was doing this, wasn't it ?  She wasn't sure ?  She was almost scared about 
tonight but had been excited since she got off the plane.

    Jesus !  Carol said there would be at least twelve or fifteen of them and 
the guys she met downstairs were really good looking...And not scum either, 
dressed like successful business men...The kind Rich usually wanted her to hit 
on to further the goals of his business.  She had the feeling these guys would 
be a bit more to handle in bed...Shit !  Fifteen guys...God !  She was getting 
wet just thinking about it.  She wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

    Carol interrupted her day dreaming.  "Hey !  Connie, how you want to do 
this ?  Just burst out of the bedroom bare ass naked like the entertainment at 
a stag party...Or you want to mingle and pick and choose until it turns into 
an orgy ?"

    Connie was hardly listening, trying to find the video cameras.  Carol just 
stared at her and then got to her feet and began to undress.  "Come on, 
Connie.  I've never had the pleasure and Wanda says you give great head."

                                [Continued in]
                               "Makin' Movies"
                                 [part three]

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