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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Juice !
Part: 8 of 9
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (M+F oral)
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 VIII

   (M+F oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Twenty-Two

   Linda Lancaster was freaked out.  She'd called work twice to confirm
that she wasn't on the schedule for the next month.  They couldn't live
without her pay check.  Her boy friend hardly made enough to cover the
apartment and his car payment.  Oh !  God !  She was scared.  How did these
people find her ?  She wished she was doing her work online.  A couple of
her friends in the business had moved online.

   Her boy friend was swallowing all of this "Jackpot" shit.  And this
Carlos guy was a big, almost black guy with a shaved head, who didn't look
like he took much shit off of anybody.  The girl, with him, was okay but
she still didn't trust them.  A helicopter to Lake Las Vegas and a month at
a private villa !  Servants, order whatever you want, water skiing, a cool
pool, sailing - all free.  She'd never done any of this shit.  If these
people could do this then they could make them disappear too.  She wished
her boy friend had never told his blabber mouth friends.

   Carlos was getting impatient.  He grabbed the quarter pound baggie of
marijuana slipped into the back of his jeans, under his jacket.  He waved
it around.  The girl was staring at it.  "This quarter pound is yours right
now.  All you have to do is fly out to Lake Las Vegas with us right now."
He pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket with his other hand.  It was
wrapped with a rubber band.  "10k.  It's yours when we land.  Another 10k
tomorrow if the story is true.  If not, you're back home tomorrow, 10k and
a quarter pound richer.  If it's true, it's the easy life for a month.  Who
knows ?"

   "Come on, Linda, get packed." Her boy friend demanded.  She backed into
her bedroom and was back in less than five minutes with a back pack.  Her
boy friend already had his.

   Carlos was out in front of the apartment, waiting for the cab.  It was
going to take the girls.  Headlights turned a corner about a block away. 
It was just a little after midnight when Carlos stepped deeper into the
shadows.  It was a cab.  Carlos waved him down at the last second.  The cab
came to an abrupt stop almost even with the 'Vette.  Gloria already had
them coming down the steps.  They left the front room light on.

   Gloria and the girl got into the cab.  It was rolling.  He guided the
boy friend to the 'Vette.  Rob Smith knew when to keep his mouth shut.  He
was pissed that Linda didn't see the opportunity here.  These people
weren't going to harm them in any way.  Linda truly believed that two of
the 9/11 hijackers were in the club last summer.  This was going to be
their ticket to big money.  Enough to hire someone to develop a web site
for her and update it.  Ten grand and the weed !  Carlos told her to leave
the weed at home; there'd be plenty where they were going.  She did, in the
refrigerator.

  
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   Rusty was five minutes out.  Carlos was sleeping in the co-pilot's seat.
The girls and guy were in the back.  He reported on the proper frequency
and received clearance.  The lights came on just as he was approaching the
pad.  It had been a while since Gloria had been out to the hacienda, as
they called it.  Then it was nothing like it was today.  Just the bottom
floor.  The wall which fronted the street wasn't even started.  Now it was
the signature feature of the property.  From the lake it looked like a
fortress.

   Gloria was excited.  Carlos told her that she would be staying at the
hacienda.  She just knew it would be party time.  She'd only met "Snake"
twice before.  Never had relations with him.  But nothing bad could happen
after tonight.  She was sure of that.

   Rusty led them across the bridge to the shore and up the lawn.  Gloria
was right behind him.  He was cute and about her age.  Carlos was bringing
up the rear.  The lights were off and, after the flooding of the landing
zone, they were almost blind.  Everything was black with strobes of light
arcing out away from them.

   The down stairs lit up and there was "Snake." Casey was standing next to
him.  There was another guy sitting on a bar stool, sipping a bottled beer.
When Gloria got closer she could see the woman, sitting on the couch.  Very
nicely dressed.  Not a professional.  Well, not her profession.

   The guests entered the "play room." "Snake" was heading toward the
prize. The woman was coming toward her.  Carlos was taking the boy friend
to the bar.  "Hi, Gloria.  My name is Colleen Gilbert.  I'd like to show
you to your room.  We'd like you to stay for at least a week or so.  That
is, if you like.  Follow me." Colleen lead Gloria behind the bar, carrying
her bag.  At the top of the stairs she turned to the right and led her to
Carlos' apartment.  They were all almost identical and had hidden rooms and
hallways that led to a number of escape routes.  She'd been at it all week;
learning the security arrangements and it was a never ending study because
the security changed almost daily.

   "Hi, Linda.  I'm `Snake' Edwards.  I've got a lot of friends in the
industry you work in.  I apologize for infringing on your privacy but if
what I've heard is true, then it's very important that we get you the
proper recognition.  We'll also protect your privacy and this is the way we
do that..."

  
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   When Gloria and Colleen came back down stairs the girl was gone.  The
boy friend was still drinking beer with Carlos and Rusty.  Gloria asked
Colleen, "Does Rusty have a wife or anything like that ?" Colleen had
become quite close with Rusty and also thought he was cute.  She'd made
three solo trips to the hacienda, in the co-pilot seat this week.  She was
almost a pro.

   "I don't think so.  But that matters little out here." She laughed. 
Gloria was laughing also.  "Snake" came toward them.

   "What are you two ladies laughing about ?"

   "Oh !  Just girl talk." Colleen retorted.  Both the girls continued to
laugh.

   "Gloria, I believe we've met before.  I want to personally thank you for
the service you delivered this evening.  I will make sure you are
remembered at the end of the month.  Colleen has told you how to order
meals ?  You've got your security card ?" The card was dangling around her
neck.  Gloria noticed that everyone had one.

   "Welcome, Gloria.  And please plan to stay as long as you like." "Snake"
leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.  Gloria glowed.  Colleen
expected it.  The upcoming weekend was three days long.  Veteran's Day or
something like that.  This was a big deal and "Snake" was having several of
his service buddies out for some quality party time.

  
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   It was Saturday morning, early.  The sun was just starting to lighten
the sky to the east.  Donna Kingston had just left a party with three guys
from Oregon.  They were all in their forties and were having a weekend away
from "mama." They'd drank liquor, smoked dope and ran around the suite of
rooms naked.  This was a real bachelor weekend, unfortunately they weren't
bachelors.  But the money was good.

   Donna was just passing through a yellow light at Pecos and Flamingo.  If
she had been driving a Corolla or Civic, the cop would have never noticed
her.  But she was driving the car of her dreams, a sporty, little Beemer.
Donna also has long blonde hair and a terrific body but the cop could only
see the hair.  Two minutes later Donna was pulling over and digging in her
glove compartment for her registration.

   The sketch of the subject, who "Vixen" Tina described to the artist at
Lake Las Vegas, was lying on the passenger seat.  The police officer
noticed it immediately.  It almost looked official and from what he could
see was even offering a reward.

   "What's that on the passenger seat, miss ?"

   Donna was confused as to what he was asking.  Maybe too much dope
smoking the night before ?  Anyway, the officer had her hand him the
sketch. He studied it for a few moments.

   "Where'd you get this ?"

   "Some guy was passing them out at some party I went to last night."

   "I'm going to keep this, miss."

   An hour later Donna emailed "Bonerboy." Daniel Haefner immediately
forwarded Donna's email to everyone involved.

  
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   Colleen had already read "Bonerboy's" email.  She didn't like the sound
of "the cops have it." Three of "Snake's" veteran buddies had shown up
yesterday.  Mike was down stairs with them now.  He'd arrived early this
morning with the skinny, dark haired girl in tow.  Mike just waved to her,
the girl came over to talk.  She was excited about the sailing they'd done.

   Colleen was jealous of the girl's adventures with Mike.  She didn't even
call him Mike anymore.  She referred to him as the "Yachtsman." All of the
guys here were older than she was.  She looked out around the pool.  It was
in the mid-seventies and it was almost mid-November.  No wonder people were
moving here in droves.

   Gloria was sitting on the side of the pool, dangling her feet in the
eighty degree water.  There was an old guy on either side of her.  Maybe
close to fifty.  She was wearing a skimpy little bikini, her breasts almost
totally bare.  Her buns were bare with just a string running up the crack
of her ass.  She was a well built woman.

   Jill Olson was down there also in a pair of shorts and a halter top that
hardly covered the small mounds of her breasts.  The shorts were so tight
that her cunt lips were clearly visible from here.  Well, maybe that was
Colleen's imagination ?  She remembered that night she had sex with them
all.

   She heard the beeps of the computer and looked out over the lake. 
"Snake" left right after "Bonerboy's" email arrived.  It had been over five
hours.  She'd slept alone last night although there'd been a pretty hot
party down in the "party room." She didn't hear "Snake" enter the
apartment. She waited up until midnight but went to bed after seeing him
downstairs opening another bottle of Jack Daniels.

   The helicopter was in view.  He might not even be on it, she thought. 
Then she saw Carlos and Casey running across the lawn toward the landing
pad.  "Snake" must be on it.  She rushed to the wet bar, in the corner of
"Snake's," office and pulled out a six pack of cold beer.

   The trio of them were walking up the lawn toward the pool.  Everyone at
the pool was watching them.  She met them at the pool decking and passed
out the beers.  Rusty was last but refused.  He told her he would have to
fly again.

   All three of them passed the pool without greetings or much of anything.
"Snake" kind of waved.  He had his cell phone plastered to his ear.  Carlos
was also on his.  Casey was just plowing along with them.  They went right
into the hacienda and climbed up to the second floor.  Colleen followed but
when she tried "Snake's" door, her key wouldn't work.  Fuck !  She'd been
excluded.  This must be - what ?  She didn't know.

   Chapter Twenty-Three

   Casey came downstairs about twenty minutes later.  Colleen was in the
den, watching a football game with Rusty.  She'd already started drinking.
Rusty had mixed her a margarita.

   "Rusty, time to go.  And "Snake" would like you to spend the weekend ?
What do you say ?"

   Rusty sprang off the couch.  He wouldn't mind spending a lot more time
with Colleen Gilbert.  A very hot looking woman even if she was close to
forty.  "Yea.  That would be real cool.  The packages at the airport yet ?"

   "No, but they're enroute."

   "See you tonight, Mr.  Swartz."

   "It's Casey when you're out here, fucking off.  Okay, Rusty ?"

   "Sure, Mr.  Swartz.  I'm on the clock right now." He was backing toward
the door.  "I can't wait for tonight.  Thank you." He was out running
across the pool decking.

   "How about casting off for me, Colleen ?"

   She almost asked where he was going but this last week had taught her to
keep her mouth shut unless she had something to say and according to Mike,
"a question is never something to say." "Sure, Casey." She jumped up off
the couch and followed him to the dock.

   Casey went right to the front of the boat and untied the rope.  He
turned to Colleen.  "Hold this and don't let go until I tell you to.  Then
I want you to toss it on the bow of the boat.  Got it ?"

   "Sure.  Got it."

   "I'm cruising over to the hotel and picking up some party favors.  Get
your suit on and get a little sun.  You've been working hard all week. 
It's stressful learning a new job.  Unwind a little, Colleen.  These guys
are all good friends of Eddie's.  He feels at ease with these guys.  There
are no pretenses here.  Mingle with the guys.  Make them feel important. 
That's why they're here.  They are important to Eddie."

   He cast off the back and jumped aboard.  The engine started with the
push of a button and settled right into a even sounding idle.  "Okay,
Colleen." She tossed the rope on to the bow as the boat glided away from
the dock.  She walked back to shore and heard Casey throw a huge rooster
tail as he accelerated away from the shore.  She turned to watch him.  The
nose of the boat was way up in the air.  It's tail churning up the water as
he turned west toward the hotel.

   She turned back toward the hacienda and made her way upstairs.  "Snake"
must be in his room.  She went to her room and quickly changed into her
swim suit.  No where near as tiny as Gloria or even as sexy looking as
Jill. Truth be told she'd be eager to join her and Mike tonight.

   The stripper and her boy friend spent most of their time in their room,
fucking and ordering weird combinations from the kitchen.  She imagined
they were smoking lots of weed.  Colleen was coming down the stairs.  Mike
was behind the bar.  She stood next to him and looked out at the pool. 
Jill was diving off the diving board, topless.  Gloria waited her turn. 
God !  Did that woman have a chest on her, like twin torpedoes.  Topped
with big round areolae, a light tan, with big cherry size nipples.

   "You're a little over dressed, honey."

   She reached over and grabbed Mike's ass.  "You're getting too accustomed
to all that idol worship."

   He laughed.  Mike Minter was mixing a batch of margaritas.  It seemed
like all his women drink tequila.  Like "Snake," Mike Minter drank Jack
Daniels or beer.  "Here, let's refill that drink of yours."

   Everyone would be real oiled when the party started.  She was taking a
sip when Mike rubbed his groin against her butt as he passed behind her on
the way to the pool.  She tried to swat his ass but he was too quick.  She
stayed behind the bar.  One of the old guys was racing across the pool
decking naked, his cock and balls bouncing back and forth.  He dove into
the pool and was swimming after Gloria who had stripped off her bottoms
before diving in.  The party was starting.

   She didn't hear him arrive but there he was, standing next to her at the
bar.  She felt him standing there before he spoke.  "Come on, beautiful,
time to introduce you to some of the men who served with the father who
raised me.  All Vietnam Vets.  Good people.  Many of them worked in the
casinos with my father after the war.  None of them ever knew my real
father."

   "First, you want to go upstairs and unwind a little before going out to
the pool ?  A little of the magic weed.  Come on, Colleen." He had his
hands on her hips above her bottoms.  Goose bumps were sprouting all over
her shoulders and the upper part of her arms.  She leaned against him.  His
hands explored her butt, inside her bathing suit.  Yes, she was ready to
go.

   They groped each other all the way to "Snake's" suite.  She could feel
the boner in his bathing suit.  He was rubbing her crotch.  She only
noticed the other guy after she was sitting on his desk with her legs
spread and "Snake" standing between them.

   "This looks like an employer taking advantage of an employee." The guy
on the couch laughed.  Colleen pushed "Snake" from between her legs and
jumped down to the floor.

   "Oh !  Forgot you were here, Uncle.  This is Colleen Gilbert.  She's
number four.  We had to branch out.  Too much legit shit going on." He was
moving to the bar.  "Colleen, this is Uncle Vinney.  My real dad's brother.
He's a big time lawyer with a real juice machine up north.  We did better
than dad !" He raised a glass of "Jack" high.  Uncle Vinney did the same.
Colleen raised her glass.  They all drank.  "Snake" started mixing
margaritas.  Colleen drained hers.

   She looked over at Uncle Vinney.  He had his legs spread and his bathing
suit was pulled up tight against his cock and balls.  His cock was a large
lump in his bathing suit.  Colleen looked away.  He was covered with dark
hair just like her husband.  Maybe all the guys with lots of dark hair all
over have big cocks ?  She giggled.  Uncle Vinney laughed out loud.  He was
well over fifty, maybe even sixty.

   "Snake" filled her glass.  She'd have to watch it.  She was getting
loaded already.  Well, she'd need to be well oiled to party with this crew.
She went over to the desk and looked out over the pool.  Gloria was
sunbathing in the nude down on the grass with two of the old guys.  Mike
and Jill were sitting in lounge chairs up by the pool.  Mike was smoking
some dope.

   She heard the swish of a lighter, close.  She turned.  Uncle Vinney was
standing very close, pulling on a small pipe.  He offered.  She accepted.
He was the same size as her husband but without the big belly.  "Snake"
filled a salt rimmed glass with fresh margarita.  He was looking at her
like he wanted to fuck her.  She looked back at Uncle Vinney.  His cock was
more prominent in his bathing suit.

   She wondered which one of them was going to start the warm-up.  She was
sure that's what this was.  She was going to meet Uncle Vinney and fuck
him. He was dark.  Not like Carlos but Italian like.  "Snake" was much
lighter, more olive.  The older one must dye his hair.  It was as dark as
his nephew's.  She was passing the pipe back and forth with him.

   "Is it possible, Ms.  Gilbert ?  Since this is Veteran's Day weekend. 
Well, is it possible that you might fuck a vet ?" He was holding out the
pipe.  It seemed to be swimming back and forth.  She shrugged her
shoulders. "Snake" was laughing.

   "Subtle, Vinney.  Always has a way with the women, my uncle." He
continued laughing between swallows of "Jack."

   She looked into Uncle Vinney's eyes and spoke very clearly.  "I don't
know.  What do you think, Vinney ?  Think you're going to score with the
hired help ?"

   Vinney leaned into her and kissed her lips.  His free hand went around
her waist.  She could feel him against her.  Her arms went up around his
neck.  His tongue was in her mouth.  He was a good frencher.  His hand was
in the back of her bathing suit, fingers crawling down the crack of her
ass. He broke off the kiss but kept his hand down her bottoms.  His boner
was huge in his shorts.  She was embarrassed.  Her nipples were very hard
and visible.

   Snake was out from behind the bar and coming toward them.  He was
obviously excited.  His hands went to her breasts and she threw her head
back against Vinney.  He was dragging her bottoms off and "Snake" had her
top off.  All she had on was her sandals.  Uncle Vinney had his hands
between her legs.  She was wet and juicy.  He found easy entry and was
fucking a finger or two in and out of her in moments.  "Snake's" mouth was
going from breast to breast, licking and sucking on her nipples.

   She was on fire and being consumed by her lust.  The men were naked now
and she couldn't quite remember how it happened.  Her hands were full of
hardening cock.  She went to her knees.  After all, she was sure this is
what they wanted.  She wanted to be in command.  They strengthened in just
moments.  Her mouth was slobbery and soaking their meat with saliva.  They
were hard and ready for more in just minutes.  Her mouth continued to water
as she sucked one and jacked the other one off.  Vinney was as long as
"Snake" but thicker than her husband.

   Like they had rehearsed it.  Vinney lifted her hips and she was bending
over with "Snake's" cock in her mouth.  She felt Vinney's fat cock against
her vagina lips and then he pulled her on to him.  She choked on "Snake" as
Vinney pushed his cock all the way into her.  She couldn't stand still and
started wiggling around.  His cock was the largest she'd ever had.  He was
full in her, his thumbs prying the cheeks of her butt apart.  She was full
of him.  "Snake" was fucking her face.

   "I can't believe you found somebody who could think as well as she
fucks. She gives wonderful head.  Pro like." Vinney was sawing his cock in
and out of her lightly haired vagina.  Her anus was visible between the
cheeks of her lean ass, lightly haired and puckered.  She was nice and
tight.  He loved the housewife type and this was a winner.  Her head was
bobbing on "Snake's" boner and he was just about ready to blow a load into
the woman's cunt.

   Vinney held her to him as his cock ejected four or five shots of hot cum
into her stretched cunt.  He could feel her spazaming around the meat he
had buried in her.  It was draining out of her.  He flexed and felt her
respond.  "Snake" was standing clear of her head, his boner tight up
against his belly.  He wanted seconds.  Vinney wanted to fuck the daughter.
"Snake" said she was spectacular.

   Vinney was cleaning off his cock with a towel.  "Snake" was drilling her
like a machine.  Vinney was sure he couldn't feel the sides of her cunt
with that pencil dick of his.  Vinney would like to see the daughter with
Carlos.  There was just something about that big, black cock of his.  He
noticed the boat was coming back toward the dock.  It as packed with
people.

   Colleen had her elbows on "Snake's" desk, presenting her ass to him. 
"Snake" was pounding her.  Vinney could see that Casey's wife and daughters
were getting off the power boat.  The rest he didn't know.  But several
he'd like to fuck.  He pulled his trunks back on and mixed himself a "Jack"
on the rocks while the two of them bellowed out their orgasms.

   Chapter Twenty-four

   Colleen was still bent over the desktop with her forehead lying on the
glass top.  Cum was draining out of her cunt.  She could feel it.  "Snake"
had pulled his cock out of her.  "Jesus !  You two are animals.  Do you do
this to all the hired help ?" "Snake" was cleaning his cock off with the
same towel Uncle Vinney used.

   Vinney called out from behind the bar.  "No, just the cute ones." She
was unsteady on her feet, looking out at the pool and lake.  The helicopter
was coming in for a landing.  It was full, all six seats.  Shit !  Her
husband was sitting in the co-pilot's seat and jumping out on to the
landing pad.  That blonde bimbo from the yacht was next and then her
daughter - HER DAUGHTER !  Fuck !  Colleen was bare ass naked, still wet
from sex with two men whose cum was dribbling out of her cunt.  She pushed
away from the desk.

   "You bastard !  What is my daughter doing here ?  My daughter doesn't
belong out here !"

   "Why not, partner ?  That's Casey's ex-wife and his daughters down there
mingling with my friends.  Come on, Colleen, get on the team.  Nobody's
going to force themselves on her.  Shit !  You know she's doing the next
door neighbor kid.  That's him down by the pool.  See the big titted girl
with him, recognize her ?"

   It was the teenage girl Kent was fucking at the store.  "Does my husband
know ?"

   "Snake" laughed.  Vinney was behind the bar, busting up.  "Not a chance,
honey.  And hubby hasn't been seeing her very often; which leads me to
believe that he may be fucking your daughter.  But then you wouldn't know,
would you ?  I could be fucking her for all you know."

   Colleen was pulling up her bottoms.  Her top was laying over the edge of
the desk.  She was sated.  The edge was off.  She wasn't nearly as drunk as
she thought (That would not be the majority opinion in the room).



   Down below, Rusty was leading a group toward the pool.  They were all
carrying overnight bags.  Her husband and her daughter were with the group.
So was Melanie Wright with her huge tits but her husband was hardly gawking
at her.  There was a crowd around the pool with Gloria and Jill, both
topless; and then there was Kerri Jones and Jake Morrison.  The stripper
and her boy friend with Casey's ex and daughters.  Carlos was rushing
across the yard toward the pool.

   "I asked Rusty to stay the weekend.  Okay with you ?"

   "Sure, `Snake,' I'm hardly a decision maker here."

   "Relax.  Enjoy your time without any responsibility.  What happened
upstairs before you entertained us wasn't a piece of cake, capice."

   "Are we in trouble because of the sketch ?"

   He laughed.  "No.  No.  We found the guy who was with the hijackers at
the strip club.  We weren't sure what to do with him for a while.  And the
cops were pretty sharp, figuring it out.  Not hard but impressive speed. 
So there are a lot of people out looking for this guy.  But we have him
located.  We're just not sure how to handle him.  Most vote for his
disappearance.  What good is he ?  We send a message by letting it be known
that a group of patriotic citizens offed him.  Nobody will ever prosecute
these guys.  Nobody will ever know who these guys are.  Then it's over. 
And clean.  Some fucking great organization, super short range planning and
great execution." He was justifying their action.

   Vinney was heading for the door.  He called back.  "Mohamed fuck face
sleeps with the fishes like that guy in the Godfather." The door slid open
and he was gone.  Colleen was fitting her breasts into the cups of her top.
"Snake" was wearing a pair of sailing shorts with a collared sports shirt.
She felt under dressed in her bathing suit.

   "Don't worry, you look great, beautiful.  That just fucked look." He
laughed.  She took a swing at him but he dodged it.  He led the way
downstairs.  On the way to the pool, she filled a salt rimmed plastic cup
full of ice and poured herself a generous amount of margarita.  Her
daughter was talking with that neighbor boy, who lived behind them.  He was
smoking a joint.  Her daughter was sharing !  They were passing it back and
forth.  She was fucking him !?  Carlos was talking with Kent.  In fact she
had seen Carlos run over and throw his arms around her husband when he
arrived.  That looked like trouble.

  
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   Kent was ecstatic, except for having to take Gina with him.  He was
still a little unsure what her mother would say about bringing her out
here. But Carlos ensured him that it was a family affair.  Fuck !  There
was Kerri !  What was she doing here ?  He quickly looked around for his
wife.  He couldn't find her.  And there was that neighbor kid who he shared
Gina with.  God damn !  Everyone, he was fucking, was here.  Jesus !  Would
his wife figure it out ?  But there were others, young ladies and a few
pros.  He was sure Melanie was a pro.

   He liked the look of the teenagers who were heading his way.  They were
the same ones who befriended Gina last weekend.  He'd fuck them all.  And
"Snake" said he had.  One of them winked at him as she walked by.  He spied
his wife coming around the pool decking with a margarita in her hand,
wearing her bathing suit.  Carlos was heading toward him with a couple of
beers in each hand.  Kent took two off his hands just moments before his
wife arrived.

   Colleen threw her free arm around her husband's shoulder.  "Thanks for
coming, darling.  But we gotta keep an eye on Gina, honey.  She's over
there now, smoking a joint with that kid who lives behind us.  I think he's
a pervert."

   Kent spit out a mouthful of beer and the spray went all over the pool
decking.  Someone yelled, "Alcohol abuse !" Kent straightened up.  If his
wife only saw how he took care of her daughter last weekend.  Pervert !? 
His wife would go ape shit if she watched her daughter suck cock for a
little while.  Now, momma was pretty good herself, if Kent was any judge.

   He put his arm around his wife and whispered in her ear, "You smell like
you just got fucked.  Am I falling behind ?  And, who is going to watch
your daughter ?" He slipped his hand down the back of her bathing suit and
ran a finger down the crack of his wife's ass.  It was slippery, greasy
even.  He knew she'd been fucked.  His cock grew in his swim trunks.  His
wife stepped away and slapped his hand out of her bottoms.

   "Don't you get in any trouble out here.  This is our livelihood." She
was flushed and realized that she was much drunker than she thought.  She
couldn't think of anything more to say and stalked away from her husband.
It was the last time she remembered seeing him until Monday at the
bar-b-que.  Kent watched her go.  He noticed she was heading over toward
Gina and the teenagers.

  
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   Gina saw her mother coming toward her.  She had a brand new joint in her
hand.  God !  There was a bowl full of them over at the bar.  Her mother
appeared very unsteady as she walked along the pool decking.  She had a
drink in her hand.  Gina noticed that the crotch of her mother's bathing
suit appeared weird.  When her mother got closer she could see that the
crotch of the suit did not cover her mother's crotch and that one of her
vagina lips was visible, covered with fuzz.

   Gina brought the just lit joint to her mouth.  Her mother had arrived
and just stood there.  Gina exhaled and tapped Jake, the neighbor kid, on
the shoulder.  He took the joint from her.  Smoke came out with, "Well,
mother !  I really do like your friends.  Now I've got some people my age,
to hang out with.  And your friend, `Snake,' said he could get me this
super job.  Thanks, mom." Gina hugged her mother.  Taylor Pine had briefed
her extensively on the phone last night, telling her exactly how to treat
her mother when she met her at the party.  She even told her not to worry
about drinking or smoking dope.  And she was right !

   "Just watch the adult activities, Gina.  I don't want to find you at the
bottom of the pool tomorrow morning.  Got me, kiddo !?"

   "Yea, mom.  No sweat." Gina wondered if she knew "Snake" literally
fucked the shit out of her last weekend ?  She doubted that her mother was
that cool.  She'd ask around before she became a wild woman, but from what
Taylor and Cyndi said; they'd be somewhere her mother would never be.  One
of Casey's daughters seconded that thought, saying she'd never ran into her
mother out here and she'd been partying here since she graduated from high
school.  She looked in her early twenties.

   The "Yachtsman" appeared out of thin air.  "Well, this must be your
daughter, Colleen."

   "Yes.  Mike Minter this is Gina Colgate.  Gina, Mister Minter."

   "Call me Mike, Gina." Mike handed her mother another salt rimmed dixie
cup with margarita in it.  Gina turned to find Jake talking with the tall,
skinny, dark haired girl, who was topless.  She remembered the first time
when he stared at her tits so much.  Her nipples hardened.

   She turned back and found her mother wandering off with Mike Minter.  He
had his hand on her butt.  Cyndi held out a joint and Gina took a rip. 
Taylor was next.  Her mother was sitting on the edge of the pool dangling
her feet in the water.  The guy she was with was trying to light this huge
pipe.

   "Hey, Cyndi, wanna do some lines ?" Cyndi was taking a huge rip off the
joint.  She nodded her head.  "How about you, Gina ?"

   Gina froze.  She'd never done anything other than marijuana and liquor.
The silence went on.  "Well ?  You in or out, Gina ?"

   "In." She took another hit off the joint and followed the other two
girls as they made their way toward the "play room" and up the stairs.

   Carlos was drinking with Kent but watching the girls carefully.  He
looked over at Kerri Jones.  A little heavy but she had huge tits.  He was
getting seconds on her tonight but that was okay.  He saw the "Yachtsman"
with Colleen down at the other end of the pool.  "Snake" was over talking
with the professional women and several of the vets.

   Carlos leaned over toward Kent, "Hey, buddy, how'd you like to give some
of that a little work out ?" He was indicating the young teenagers, making
their way through the "play room."

   Kent looked over at the teenagers.  "Yea.  I'd fuck'em all, buddy. 
Every single one of them." Kent took a swig of his beer and went back to
watching Melanie dive off the diving board.  It was almost totally dark
with just a pale sky to the west.  The temperature was dropping.  Rusty and
several other men were setting up a couple of big barrels and starting
fires in them.  People were getting out of the pool and standing around the
burning barrels.

  
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