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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 7 of 9
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral anal)
Language: English
@(C) 2008 Willy Tamarack 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 (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Las Vegas - The City of JUICE.  The
mobsters coined it but left it to the politicians.  The politicians used it
to enrich the usual suspects.  Their families and friends for sure.  Some
claim it's dead after the recent conviction of several county commissioners
for taking bribes.  They're wrong.  JUICE is alive and well.  Sometimes
it's money.  Sometimes it's sex.  Sometimes it's just an introduction.  The
currency is immaterial.  It's called JUICE !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Juice !

   Book VII

   (MF oral anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Nineteen

   It was dark out.  There were a couple of lights on around the pool but
other than that it was black.  They could see the lights of some other
houses in the far distance across the lake.  The two of them were still in
"Snake's" office overlooking the "play room." That's what Colleen was going
to call it.  "The play room." Several beeps and squeaks came from the
computer console that was built into "Snake's" desk.  She wandered over and
looked at the screen.  Surveillance video of the front of the hacienda was
being shown on the monitor.

   Casey was coming out from behind the wet bar in the front part of the
office with two drinks in his hands.  She took her third.  It had been a
long wait.  Almost an hour but Casey had filled it with lots of stories
about "Snake," himself, the "Yachtsman," Carlos and a host of others who
she assumed she would meet in the near future.  She learned that Daniel was
a pretty big hitter in the operations area.  She wasn't quite sure what
that meant but what the hell, she was new.

   "Monitor got video of the front ?" He called from across the room.

   "Yea.  Now there's a limo coming right toward the...Woaaa !  The front
part of the wall just opened up.  This limo is coming right into this
building !"

   "It's cool, Colleen.  It's like a garage door opener but opens a much
more secure wall.  It's Carlos and some of his friends.  `Snake' should be
here any minute." Casey walked over to the glass and looked out over the
lake.  There it was.  "Snake" was coming across the lake at about zero
feet. The strobe was getting stronger and stronger.  Then it disappeared.
Coming in blacked out.  "Snake" has this thing about security.

   "He's about a minute out." Was followed almost immediately by several
beeps and squeaks from the computer console.  Ten seconds later the landing
platform was lit in brilliant flood lights coming from the trees between
the hacienda and the beach.

   "Snake" was sitting in the co-pilot's seat but stealing a little stick
time from Rusty on the way out.  He felt really good.  He'd been able to
settle several issues at the party.  Plus he'd made contact with a very
nice looking young wife who he'd just love to bone.  About twenty-four,
twenty-five.  Anyway then the Gilbert woman's daughter.  He was going to
have her out for a weekend just as soon as humanly possible.  Hopefully
with the mother leading the way.  His cell phone rang the ring of new
email.

   "You got it, Rusty." They were more than close.  Maybe a minute remained
until touchdown.  The lights burst on.

   "I've got the machine, `Snake.'"

   "Fucking lights came on too early !" Rusty kept his mouth shut.  He just
flew the air machine.  "Anyway.  I want you to take two days off.  No
flying.  Here's a couple of grand.  Go to the beach.  I'll tell `Yachtsman"
you're coming.  He'll take care of everything.  Hear me, Rusty.  Be here
Sunday at about twenty hundred hours.  I'll work on the lights so please
transmit your take off time before your arrival time.  Now min time on the
ground and get the fuck out of here."

   Rusty was laughing.  "Thanks, `Snake'." The helicopter flared just a
moment later and "Snake" was off and away down the ramp before the skids
were steady.  Rusty yanked the collective as he applied the power and the
helo leapt into the air and the invisible night.  "Snake" flipped open his
cell phone and turned off the landing lights.  He then read his email.
From: "Bonerboy"
To: "Snake"
CC: "Yachtsman"
Sorry to bounce the chain of command.  Just learned that Gina Colgate,
the Gilbert woman's daughter, played the meat in a sandwich with woman's

old man and next door neighbor, who is one of us.  Peace out.

   "Snake" stopped walking on the dark lawn.  He could see the view lights
were on downstairs.  Casey liked to watch and be watched.  The woman was
standing behind his desk.  She looked good.  Casey was raising a glass.  He
quickly typed out a "thanks" and "great job" to "Yachtsman" and "Bonerboy."
His cock was strong in his slacks as he closed the distance to the pool. 
Carlos was in the den, watching a movie with Cyndi and Taylor.  They were
both probably sharing his cock.  Jesus !  It was a monster.  An inch longer
than his eight and thicker than Mike.  Fuck !  "Snake" always felt
inadequate when partying with the big man.

   "`Snake', just shut the place down tight.  All systems are green and
we're secure.  Been listening to Rusty.  He's with approach...About ten
from landing."

   The two girls were peeking over the back of the couch.  "Snake" moved
off toward the bar and when he was behind it, poured himself a "Jack" on
the rocks.  The three on the couch were naked.  Carlos had a hardon.  The
movie was a porno movie.  No...It was Carlos fucking some forty-something
in one of the lounge chairs out around the pool.  "Snake" took a slug of
his drink and, when the girls went back to watching the movie, stepped into
the stair well and quickly rose out of sight.

   Colleen had seen "Snake" move through the "Play Room" and heard Carlos
talking about security.  She looked down at the forty-one year old Carlos
sitting with two teenagers, the same age as her daughter.  All of them
naked on the couch.  God !  She could see his boner from here and the light
wasn't all that great.  She heard the door open and turned to find "Snake"
sliding through the wall.  It looked like a library wall, all books.  The
wall closed behind him.

   Casey was draining his drink.  He placed the glass in the sink.  "Catch
you two later." With that he touched one of the books on the wall and the
door slid open.  Casey left and the door closed.

   "How much did Casey tell you ?" "Snake" took another slug of his drink.
The woman was still over behind his desk.  He imagined her bent over the
desk with her slacks down around her ankles.  His cock jumped in his pants.
Soon it would be visible.

   "Just background, high school tales, some of your and "Yachtsman"
stories.  Mostly whore stories." She laughed.  He took another slug of
"Jack."

   "Well, let's get down to business."" "Snake" began.  He didn't stop
talking for well over a couple of hours.  He ended up sitting in his chair
at his desk.  She ended up on the couch.  Twice she freshened up her drink,
his too.  She was wearing slacks.  He imagined her naked.  His cock was
rubber like, hard rubber.

   Colleen had her feet tucked under her.  She had suspected as much about
the business.  Providing the things that very wealthy people wanted but
couldn't buy except from us.  It was almost obvious from the first time in
the casino.  But especially after the weekend with Mike and Daniel and the
"skinny girl" and the big titted one.  Her husband fit right in and she
followed along or maybe she led ?  It must be an age thing.  A last fling
before you really can't cut it any more ?  She should be content that her
looks still attracted the right kind of man.  Her husband was right on the
edge but she'd been with him for twelve years.  And until just recently
everything had been copasetic.

   Neither of them had been virgins.  They married late.  He was
thirty-five.  She was twenty-six.  They were both very horny people. 
That's what attracted them.  She liked the animal in him and she knew he
loved her horniness.  Until recently Kent had screwed her at least four or
five times a week.  Not many married women her age ever bragged about that
!

   "So, do you have any problem with the business we're in ?" He was
waiting for an answer.

   She shook her head back and forth.

   "No.  Say it."

   "No problem, `Snake.'" She understood the risk.  But then there was the
reward.  Her husband, in his dealings with and through them, was taking the
same risk.  Both were money things.  They didn't have anything to do with
sex.  That was an after work thing.  That was Daniel's operations.  At
least that's what she thought at the time.

   He was staring at her from across the room.  Undressing her with his
eyes was closer to the truth.  He was grabbing his dick and had been since
he started to wrap it up.  "So what do you say to knocking it off ?" It was
a little after eleven.  Colleen got up and stretched, her breasts pressed
against her blouse.  No where near the size of her daughters.  He could
imagine Colleen's old man fucking that sausage of his in and out of his
wife's daughter.  His cock was almost as hard as it got.

   Colleen wandered over to the bar and freshened up her drink.  He was
staring at her and there was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to fuck
her.  He was looking at her like he did the day he fired her.  Maybe she
should have offered herself then ?  She smiled at him and started across
the room to his desk.

   "Now what ?" She was leaning on the desk with her hands, the drink set
on the desk top.  Her blouse was open but gave no hint of cleavage. 
"Snake" got out of his chair.  His cock was tenting his slacks.  He had his
sleeves rolled up and the tie was gone.  She noticed his erection and was
still smiling when he came around the corner of the desk.

   Colleen watched him.  She wondered how long he'd been hard ?  Her
nipples were erect and tingling.  Her crotch was damp.  She wished she'd
douched this afternoon.  He was behind her with his hands on her hips.  She
could feel his hardness against her ass.

   "I love the view at night.  Just the twinkling of the lights." He was
grinding against her.  "I haven't met a woman your age that has given me a
boner like this in a dozen years.  What is it about you, Ms.  Gilbert ?"

   She pressed back against his hard cock.  "I must look horny.  Maybe I
smell horny." She turned her head.  She could see his expression out of the
corner of her eye.  She felt very high.  "I know I am always horny." His
hands were now cupping her breasts.  She pressed back into him.

   "Get naked, Ms.  Gilbert, and show me how much you appreciate what I've
done for you and your husband." He was pinching her nipples through her
blouse and bra.  They were making impressive bumps in the fabric.

   She wasn't sure what to make of the command but her hands went to her
blouse and began to open the buttons.

   Chapter Twenty

   Daniel was driving west on Sunset heading for the "Strip." He figured
that he'd done just about enough work for a Saturday night.  And good work
it was.  He'd just received word that the bachelorette party had ended with
smashing results.  The "bride to be" had fucked one of the entertainers in
a back bedroom that just happened to be set up for video.  Daniel was
getting a boner thinking about it.  She was a very cute "bride to be."

   He had the aunt's hotel room number.  Daniel felt lucky.  The woman was
paying more attention to the young guy's cocks than to counting out the
money for the entertainment.  He allowed his speed to increase five miles
an hour.

   Carolyn Reynolds had been passed out for almost an hour or so when the
phone rang.  She bolted upright in bed and looked around at the hotel room.
Another ring.  Where was the phone ?  She was in 'Vegas with her niece and
her wedding party.  She had to get out of bed to get the phone.  Her
nightie was up above her waist and her dark, hairy bush was a prominent
triangle on her lower belly.  Her humongous breasts swung back and forth as
she moved toward the phone.

   "Hello."

   "Hey, Carolyn.  It's Daniel.  How about I come up and give you a private
showing ?  On the house.  Rum and coke right ?  I can be up in five
minutes. What do you say ?" You had to keep talking.  They were almost
always still drunk or high.  They were in 'Vegas.  They'd just watched
several young guys romp around naked with hardons most of the evening. 
Maybe they even grabbed a hold of one a few times ?

   Carolyn was pushing the dark mane of hair out of her eyes.  She could
hardly read the clock.  Was he asking to come up here ?  God !  What if
someone saw him coming to her room ?  The clock on the bedside read
two-forty.  No one would be up at this hour.  This was 'Vegas.  She hadn't
had a vacation like this in years.  And tonight !  Nothing like that had
ever happened to her in her forty-eight years.

   "Yes." She whispered into the phone.

   "Couldn't hear you, Carolyn.  Did you say `come on up' ?"

   "Yes.  Come on up.  It's room 41890." The phone went dead in her ear. 
Daniel was moving toward the elevators.  Six minutes later he was knocking
on the door with a bucket of ice, two cokes and a bottle of rum.  He could
see her looking out the peep hole.  He smiled.  The door opened.

   Carolyn hardly had time to gargle with mouthwash and run a comb through
her hair a few times before the bell rang.  She jumped.  She was still in
her nightie.  She grabbed the room robe out of the closet and went to the
door.  It was him.  He was a stud.  She was shaking when she opened the
door wide.  He walked in and went straight into the room.  She closed the
door.  Just the bathroom light was on.  He turned on the light in the room
and turned to face her.

   He was smiling.  Now he was clearing off a space for the ice bucket. 
She went into the bathroom and got two glasses.  She couldn't believe she
was doing this but watching those young men tonight was just too much.  She
rushed into the other room with the glasses.  He stared at her breasts
while he mixed the drinks.  Neither of them had said a word.  He handed her
a drink.  It was very strong.

   He was fiddling with the alarm clock on the night stand.  Music was
filling the room.  He was over by the bathroom and closing the door.  Now
he was over by the bed stand and turning off the lights.  Dim light was
coming from the bathroom.

   "Party time." He whispered and started to pull his "T" shirt off over
his head.  Carolyn sat on the bed.  Oh !  God !  This was so close.  She
knew she was going to touch him.  Most of the girls had tonight - touched
the young guys, grabbed their cocks.  A couple had even sucked them.  It
was an unbelievable party and now this.  He was moving his hips as he
waltzed across the room toward her.  He was bare to the waist, his shoes
gone; just dressed in jeans.

   She shied away as he got close.  He just pumped his hips at her.  She
couldn't help but smiling.  She could see the lump of his penis.  He
reached for her.  She jumped away from him.  He laughed and was up on the
bed on his knees.  No more than a couple of feet away.

   "Come on, Carolyn.  Take it out.  You want to see it.  Hold it.  Taste
it.  I know you want to.  Go for it, baby." He was humping back and forth.
Carolyn looked around the room like she was afraid someone was watching. 
She was on her knees.  "Come on, honey.  I know you want to see it." She
reached forward and slid her fingers into the waist of Daniel's jeans.

   Daniel moved closer.  Her other hand was opening the button.  Now she
was pulling open the zipper.  His cock flopped out and dangled down about
six inches.  Carolyn just stared.  Her husband wasn't this long when he was
hard.  Daniel flopped onto his back and started sliding the jeans down his
legs, kicking them off on to the floor.  She was in a hotel room with a
naked man who wasn't her husband.  He rolled toward her and grabbed for her
tits.  She laughed a little but ended up on her back with Daniel pulling
open her robe.

   They spread out all over her chest, large bags of breast meat.  Her
areolae were small in comparison to the size of her tits, about the size of
a silver dollar and all crinkly.  Her nipple a small pebble about finger
size.  The jiggled around as Daniel lathered them with saliva.  He had her
house coat open to the crotch and was busy getting rid of it.  Her nightie
was pushed up around her waist, her tits were hanging out of the top. 
Daniel's right hand buried itself between Carolyn's legs.

   Carolyn just lay back and let the stranger ravish her pussy.  She spread
her legs further when he started to run his fingers up and down the lips of
her pussy.  She was actually lifting her ass up off the mattress a little
when Daniel slid his finger against her vagina lips.  Daniel could smell
her.  She was horny beyond all belief.  He spread her hairy lips and ran
his finger into her cunt.  She was wet and he slid right in, all the way to
the hand.  He rotated his finger around and then pulled it out of her.  He
came back with two a moment later and she moaned.  Daniel went back to
sucking on her tits.  A good big hickie or two never hurt to remind them of
the great time they had in 'Vegas.

   His cock was getting stronger by the minute.  He was fucking two fingers
in and out of her at a good clip for several minutes.  He ran some fingers
up and gave her clitoris a good squeeze.  She went stiff and bucked up into
the fingers buried in her cunt.

   Daniel hopped up off the bed and pulled Carolyn to the edge.  He pushed
her face into his groin and continued the assault on her cunt with three
fingers.  He eventually pushed his semi into her mouth and the woman sucked
on him until he was hard.  It took a while and it was obvious that this
lady had not sucked much cock but Daniel got hard enough to fuck her.

   He flipped her around so her legs were hanging over the side of the bed,
pulled her heels up over her head and plowed his hardon right between the
fat, hairy lips of her cunt.  He bottomed out in her and she let out a
squeal.  Daniel started fucking her, like a machine and didn't stop until
she was babbling.  Her legs were shaking and her nipples were swollen up
into small pebbles of excited flesh.

   Carolyn had never had sex like this.  He was pounding her and she
couldn't control herself, bucking up into the dick that was fucking in and
out of her.  Her nightie was bunched up around her neck and under her arms.
They were sweaty together.  She felt wet all over.  He was fucking her fast
again.  She started cuming, electricity running up and down the backs of
her legs as his cock fucked in and out of her.  Her crotch was a swamp of
juice, leaking on to the bedding.

   Daniel had been fucking her for fifteen minutes or so.  Her head was
lolling back and forth on the pillow as he labored above her.  He'd pulled
out of her several times, her cunt a fleshy gash in a forest of dark pubic
hair.  He poked himself back into her and fucked her like a machine.  She
was panting and moaning.  Her cunt was spazaming around his cock when he
finally unloaded into her.  He held himself in her as his cock spurt itself
dry.

  
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   Colleen had her blouse open to her waist.  His hand were still feeling
her breasts, his cock still grinding against her behind.  He pulled the
blouse out of the waist of her slacks.  He was pulling it down her arms and
biting on her ear.  Colleen was electric.  Her bra was very sexy.  One that
Kent had bought her before they moved to Las Vegas.  Very white and very
sheer.  It showed her dark areolae and her nipples made bumps in both cups.
He was biting her shoulder and goose bumps were breaking out all over her
shoulders and chest.

   "Snake" abruptly stepped away from her and moved around the desk. 
Colleen didn't move.  Her nipples were quite impressive poking against the
fabric of her bra.  He sat in his chair and motioned her to the edge of the
desk.  "Come and get it, Colleen." She came around the corner and
immediately saw his erection.  She didn't have to be told.  She started to
go to her knees.

   "Snake" stood and reached for her waist.  She came against him. 
"Unbutton my shirt, Colleen.  And then get my pants, okay ?"

   "Okay." He had her slacks open and sliding down her pantyhose.  She
kicked off her short heels and stepped out of her slacks while getting his
shirt open.  She stuck her thumbs into the waist band of her hose and began
to pull them down.

   "Leave'm on and come here.  I want to fuck you in them.  Bend over,
honey." Colleen came to him and turned around.  She put her hands on her
knees and felt his hand between her legs.  He was feeling her cunt.  It was
plump and full of cunt butter.  As soon as she was pierced it would flow
out of her.  She couldn't help but move around as he explored her crotch.

   "Hold still." She froze and then felt the crotch being pulled away.  She
could feel the scissors as they cut her panty hose.  She felt a finger
worming it's way into her cunt.  The dam was pierced.  "Snake's" hand was
drenched in cunt butter.  This lady was hot to fuck.

   "Snake" sat back down and waited for her to straighten up and turn
around.  She went to her knees without being asked and "Snake" was hard as
stone.  His penis burst out of his slacks causing her to shy away.  With
the slacks on the floor she knelt right between his legs and swallowed
about four inches of meat.  "Snake" threw his head back and let her work on
his cock.  She was good, letting her mouth fill with saliva and then
drooling it on to his cock.  He was a saliva slick pole when she finally
started to blow him.  It took self control not to unload into her mouth
after just a few minutes of her lips running up and down the shaft of his
cock.

   A moment later she was licking his balls while her hand continued to
milk his long, hard cock.  "Snake" rotated his ass forward on his chair and
Colleen started licking toward his asshole.  Her hand seemed to be just
squeezing the head of his dick, pulling and pushing his foreskin back and
forth.  "Snake" was nearing the end of his endurance and shot a spurt of
cum on to the woman's bare back.  The next two went into her hair.  "Snake"
liked that, big blobs of cum in her light brown hair.  She was sucking on
the head of his dick, sucking out the last of his semen.  There would be
more very soon.

   Chapter Twenty-One

   Colleen was naked but for the panty hose and they'd seen better days. 
She'd been fucked on the desk.  Given him another blow job on the couch
while he shoved three fingers in and out of her cunt and ass.  Then he
pulled the couch out into the middle of the room, bent her over it and
shoved his dick right up her asshole.  Colleen liked the feel of his cock
sliding into her anus.  It reminded her of one of her high school boy
friends.  He packed her fudge all the time.

   She wasn't as tight as her daughter and had no where near the ass.  But
by then "Snake" was worn out.  He was ready for bed.  He flushed her anal
track with a weak load of jizzim.  Hardly any drooled out when he spread
her cheeks after dragging his cock out of her butt.  He left her there and
headed for the rack.  It was already getting light out.  She was having a
hard time walking.  "Snake" laughed.  She ran toward him, her tits bouncing
as she crossed the office.  She was smiling all the way.  He remembered her
bouncing up and down on his erect penis as he slapped her lean butt.  He
was getting excited again.

   He glanced down into the room below.  It was dark.  The lights were out.
He remembered a while back; Colleen exclaimed, "Hey !  There's four women
and two guys down there now."

   "Want to go join them ?"

   "I'm satisfied here.  Aren't you ?"

   "Yea.  Just asking."

  
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   "Vixen" Tina, aka Linda Lancaster, was just home from her shift at one
of the 'Vegas Valley's adult entertainment parlors, a strip club down on
Industrial.  She wasn't a headliner but her natural thirty-four double "Ds"
always got her a slot or three on Saturday night, usually real late but the
tips were astronomical.  She was beat and as usual a little horny.  She
kind of liked dancing naked in front of a lot of guys.  It turned her on.

   Her boy friend was still asleep.  She stripped off her jeans and
panties, left her baby doll top on and slipped into bed.  The sun was just
breaking the horizon as "Vixen" Tina slipped into sleep.

   Her boy friend, Rob Smith, crawled out of bed a little after eleven.  He
was very foggy from all the weed he'd smoked the night before.  He wandered
into the bathroom and took a leak.

   Rob was in the front room, watching TV, when Linda walked in at a little
after three.  She had the day off and was planning on going back to bed
after getting real stoned.  She had taken several hits off the pipe and was
in the kitchen when the program was interrupted.  The station was showing
pictures of the men who flew the airplanes into the World Trade Center. 
Linda came out of the kitchen and just stood, staring at the TV.  The
commentator was naming them.

   "I've seen the last two there.  In the club.  Well, I think it was them
? Perverts.  Never once looked at my face.  And talked among themselves.  I
know they were talking about me." The TV was showing video of the buildings
coming down again.  Linda looked away and moved back into the kitchen but
kept talking.  "There were three of them.  I saw the third guy just a
couple of days ago.  By himself.  I've seen him several times now that I
remember.  He likes my tits.  But he doesn't tip.  A fucking pervert. 
Perverts never tip."

   Rob was packing the pipe again.  Linda came out of the kitchen and moved
over toward the couch.  "You listening to me, Rob ?  Shouldn't we call the
police or something ?"

   Rob laughed as he handed her the pipe.  She took a long drag.  "Yea.  We
should definitely call the cops and have them come over for a couple of
bowls.  And then we'll tell them that you think you've seen some of the
hijackers here in 'Vegas.  I think you've been smoking too much weed,
darling." He laughed again as she handed him back the now empty pipe.  Rob
started packing it with more weed.

  
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   It was late Sunday night before the rumor really got going.  Rob told a
couple of his friends who came over Sunday evening to smoke weed well after
Linda went back to bed.  She always crashed heavy after a night of dancing.
From there it was exponential, finally reaching the "Yachtsman" through
"Bonerboy" late Monday afternoon.

   Jill Olson was sailing "Viper" by herself.  Well, Mike was on board but
Jill was making all the decisions and moving all the sails by herself. 
They were enroute to Newport Beach from some islands off the California
coast up around Santa Barbara.  The Channel Islands, I think ?  The surf
had been excellent and Jill had been getting instruction from a very well
seasoned surfer.  They'd been tied up off shore and living off the boat for
a week of just surfing.

   Mike spent several minutes digesting what Daniel Haefner had written
about "Vixen" Tina.  He took a long drag off the reefer he was smoking.  If
true it would put Las Vegas back on the map again.  People would start
flocking 'Vegas to be where the bad guys had been.  But more important to
the "Enterprise" would be the currency earned with the authorities.  Of
utmost importance in 'Vegas.  Another form of "Juice." If false, but rumors
continued, it would be almost as good for 'Vegas as if it were true.  Would
this woman come forward ?  With the right enticement, "Yachtsman" was sure
she'd co-operate.  He started typing.
To: "Snake"
From: "Yachtsman"
Know of local stripper who claims two hijackers were in 'Vegas before
9/11.  Says a third was with the two and still comes to club to see her
tits.  Imperative we locate stripper and use her story to advertise 'Vegas.
Great for local economy which is in toilet.  Good juice with local
authorities.  Goal is to locate the subject with intent to turn over to

authorities.  This is super juice.

   First.  Need to locate stripper.  Second.  If I know, lots of others
know.  Must isolate stripper.  Third.  Once isolated, get her together with
an artist to get a sketch of subject.  Distribute sketch.  Then line up
deals for her story.  First, internet.  Second, authorities.

   Imperative we get on this right now, Snake !!

   Three short, concise paragraphs.  He didn't usually jump up and down
over the ideas he had.  He knew he was worth the money "Snake" paid him for
all the touring and the dope and whatever else he did.  The "three amigos"
were the idea men.  'Vegas was their town.  Their enterprise.  Looked as if
that might be another shortly ?  But he'd come up with more than his share
of ideas and that was what kept them in the real money.  "Snake" may have
the "Juice" but it was ideas that the "Juice" promoted.

   After all, 'Vegas should get something out of this.  This young woman
worked the underground economy, he was sure, maybe even turned tricks after
hours.  He had no idea but that shit had to be nailed down.

  
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   "Snake" was at his "Strip" office.  His phone sounded.  He looked out
over the strip as he watched the message scroll.  Three touches on the
screen and it was now in plain language.  He studied it twice before
connecting his phone to the computer in the cabinet behind his desk.  He
confirmed the message was indeed transferred and sent an email both to
"Yachtsman" and Carlos, out at the lake.  "Find the stripper." "Yachtsman"
immediately forwarded all messages related to the stripper to "Bonerboy."

   The hunt was on.  "Snake" put a call into some of his friends in the
"strip club" business.  It wasn't yet dark when he got a call from a guy
he'd done business with several years ago.  Anyway, the guy had all the
information "Snake" needed.  He even got the girl's schedule.  He told his
friend that she might be on vacation for a while.  The guy asked how long ?
"Snake" wasn't sure.  "Snake" dialed Carlos next.

   Carlos was at the hacienda when "Snake" called.  He'd digested the
emails involved and felt he was up to speed.  He descended to the garage
and got into his Chevy Corvette.  A real muscle car.  He was out of the
hacienda and heading to North Las Vegas.  Linda Lancaster was going to be
offered a deal she couldn't refuse.

   Carlos was more than familiar with several women in the entertainment
industry.  He was heading to one of them now, a platinum blonde who was
very loyal but a little slow.  But wow !  Her body was outstanding. 
Carlos'd had her out to the lake for several weekend parties.  She liked to
party.  He was sure she'd help him sequester the girl.  He drove into the
complex and parked several doors down from Gloria Hopster's apartment.

   Gloria was standing out front, ready to go and hopped right into the
"Vette" with her over-night bag.  Carlos headed back south, aiming for the
vicinity of where the girl lived, to scout out the place.  It was a gated
community in Henderson.  After thirty minutes of surveillance they rolled
to a stop just short of the gate.  Gloria hopped out and disappeared into
the shadows.  Carlos backed up and parked on the street about two hundred
feet from the gate.  They didn't have to wait long.  A resident opened the
gate and motored into the complex.  Gloria scampered out of the shadows and
stood in the electric eye.

   Carlos rolled through the open gate ten seconds after the previous car
disappeared.  They found the apartment with no problem.  The lights were on
inside but the porch light was off.  Carlos parked and the two of them
headed for the stairs.  Gloria hopped up the stairs and rang the bell. 
Carlos lingered behind.

   The door opened.  It was chained.  "Hi !  I'm Gloria Hopster.  I've
worked in the same industry as your girl friend for over ten years.  We
probably know some of the same people.  I'm here to offer you a tremendous
opportunity.  These opportunities come along only once.  This is the mega
Jackpot.  No shit !"

   Gloria turned and indicated Carlos.  "This is my friend Carlos Santiago.
He represents a consortium of gentlemen who would like to discuss the rumor
going around that your girl friend has seen a couple of the 9/11 guys in
the course of her employment.  Take a minute to discuss it with your girl
friend.  We'll wait down at the bottom of the stairs.  Turn on the light
and we'll come up and give you the skinny."

   Gloria joined Carlos down at the bottom of the stairs.  She was betting
a lot on this approach.  But she couldn't imagine a girl in this line of
business who wouldn't jump at the offered "Jackpot." This was 'Vegas.  This
was what these girls lived for.  The "Sugar Daddy." The free ride.  She was
confident that she had kept her reputation as "reliable" with "Snake" also.
He'd hear that Gloria talked her out.  She was that sure and was rewarded a
few minutes later when the porch light came on.

  
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