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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: More Juice !
Part: 4 of 12
Universe: 'Vegas
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral)
Language: English
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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.

   More Juice !

   Book IV

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

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

   Chapter Ten

   British Columbia, Canada - September 2005

   It was past midnight before they slipped into the marina.  Both Jill and
"Yachtsman" were topside, wearing night vision goggles and dark sweat
suits. There was a mist and at times "Yachtsman" was primarily navigating
by radar.  Their speed was under two knots and almost silent as the
electric motors purred away.

   "All stop, `Yachtsman.' I've got a visual on the slip." The sound of the
electric motors dropped to zero.  Presently the slip was coming into view
for the "Yachtsman" so he called back to her.

   "Tally ho, Jill.  Get our guests ready." He could see her silhouette as
she moved down into the bowels of the ship.  As soon as he got the boat
lined up, he was up and moving forward.  Jay had lined the slip with over
fifty empty water jugs to cushion the "Viper." He just had to worry about
the bow of the ship as it coasted into it's home for the next several weeks
or so.  He was up on the dock pulling on a tie down.  Almost perfect.  Just
a slight jarring.  Jill was already leading the girls out and up on to the
dock.  The three of them disappeared in the gloom as "Yachtsman" tied the
boat securely.  He locked the cabin door and started removing his sweat
shirt as he walked along the dock to the parking lot.

   The van was running.  He could see the exhaust.  The lights were off and
he left them that way until he was out of the parking lot and moving east
along the shore road.  Jill was squeezed into the foot well on the
passenger side.  She got up and sat back in the passenger seat.

   "Good job, girls.  Won't be long now." "Yachtsman" called back to the
two in the rear.  He gave Jill's thigh a firm squeeze as he pushed the
van's speed up to forty-five.  Moments later the pungent smell of marijuana
filled the van.  Jill passed the pipe to "Yachtsman" before allowing those
in the back their turn.....



   .....Jay Richards was standing well away from the weed infested road
that led to the farm house.  He sat every once and a while on a flat stone
that just poked up through the forest floor.  He'd left the girls at the
farm but then neither of them wanted to hike the six miles to the gate. 
Jay liked the exercise.  Farming wasn't that hard once you got the
procedures down.  His was a small operation compared to some he'd heard
about up here.

   It was going on zero two hundred hours, an ungodly time for man and
beast.  The glow of the head lights appeared first.  Then just a few
moments later he could hear his truck.  No doubt it was his.  "Yachtsman"
was hardly moving as he turned off the highway.  Jay moved toward the dirt
track that led to the farm.  The truck was still about a hundred feet away
when he showed himself.

   Jay stood there still with his right hand behind his back clutching his
nine millimeter pistol.  In these times, if you're going to grow dope,
you've got to be armed, even in Canada.  The headlights on the van
immediately went dark.  Jay took a couple of steps forward and heard the
driver's side door open.

   "Yachtsman" threw the van into neutral and pulled up the emergency
brake. "Keep the girls in the van, Jill.  I'll be back in a moment." He was
gone.  Jill watched them throw their arms around each other about ten feet
in front of the van.

   "Fuckin' `A' `Yachtsman' great to see you.  Fuck !  Pattie and Megan can
hardly wait to see you.  Fuck you is more like it.  And what are the new
girls like, good heads on them ?"

   "Yachtsman" was always amazed.  It was like bringing him Christmas in
September every year.  "Come on, Jay.  Let's get to the farm.  I'm
starved."

   Less than thirty seconds later the dull gray van disappeared into the
mist.  All that remained was the pungent odor of marijuana.

  
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   She finished the evening weather telecast not five minutes ago.  Trina
Sanchez closed up her cell phone and set it down on her make-up table.  She
hadn't seen nor heard from him in three, four months.  She stood and
shucked off her suit jacket.  She hung the jacket on a hanger and put it
away for next week some time.  She'd had plans but would have to put them
on hold for now, possibly postpone them.

   She remembered what she told him after her first show.  He was there in
the studio with her parents and all her friends.  She could tell by the
company he kept.  Most of the station execs were gathered around him.  He
was chatting casually with them.  It was Carlos who "juiced" her into it.
She was positive now.  The call for the second interview surprised her. 
She had already written it off and was pursuing other employment.

   Carlos' name had been mentioned several times during the subsequent
interview.  They wanted her to make sure Carlos knew that his word made the
difference, although they never came out and said it.  She always wondered
if he did it just to get in her panties ?  Others had done so.  She
wondered if he had ?  Her friends said that she shouldn't get involved with
him.  He was a little too rough around the edges.  That's what excited her
about him, from the very first touch, the very first dance.

   He looked up at her as she left the set that first time.  The look said
he owned her.  And while she didn't run to him right then, she knew she
would have to thank him in a way that her family wouldn't understand.  When
she got to Carlos, she threw her arms around his neck and whispered in his
ear, "I think you own me for a while, Carlos." He squeezed her tight.

   Tonight was that night.  She was anxious about it.  Her boy friend,
really her fianc,, would never hear a word of this night.  How do you
explain that you need to have sex with someone else but that you don't
really love them ?  It was just sex; like it was just business.  She knew
she didn't have to but doing so would pay a debt and allow her to draw on
it later.  Without "juice" she would eventually lose her position and be
forced into something she didn't want to do.

   She threw her blouse into the hamper and stood there looking at herself
in the mirror.  Her breasts were encased in a very sturdy, white bra,
custom made just for her, but still her flesh overflowed the cups.  Her bra
held her breasts together forming a deep cleavage.  She slipped the
shoulder straps off and pulled the bra around so that she could unhook it.
Her breasts hung down on her chest, huge melons of brown meat.  Her areolae
were four inches across and a dark tan on her brown skin, her nipples large
slugs in the center of each.

   She rummaged through her dressing drawer looking for a sexier bra, her
humongous breasts swaying back and forth.  It was red and looked radiant
against her brown skin.  She was hooked up and into the bra in seconds. 
She left her jeans on, knowing that the black panties, she was wearing,
would be enough.  She selected a pull over that would cling to her and the
scooped out front would display her breasts to her best advantage.

   Trina looked at her watch and quickly ran a brush through her long dark
hair.  She'd have to hurry.  Minutes later she left her dressing room and
quickly walked to the parking lot.  She enter her VW bug and motored out of
the lot.  She was but ten minutes away from where she was told to meet him.
She drove right to the valet station and waited in her car.  One of the
young guys at the stand rushed past several vehicles in front of her and
opened her door.

   "Ms.  Sanchez, Carlos told me to expect you.  Please follow me to his
suite." He held out his hand and Trina took it.  He was ahead of her on the
way to the elevator.  Up they went.  They alighted at the tenth floor and
her escort knocked on room 1004.  It was a few moments before the door
opened.  Carlos was standing there.  Her escort backed down the hall.

   Carlos was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that had the top three buttons open.
It was several shades of green with a lot of leaf patterns on it and almost
turned his dark skin to a dark tan, almost.  Gray sweat pants finished up
the ensemble, topped off by huarache sandals.  His shaved head reflected
the light in the entryway.  He stepped aside.

   "Welcome, Trina.  I should have had you up a long time ago."

   Trina entered the suite.  It was huge with a bar against the wall to the
left.  She headed for the center of the room.  Carlos followed and watched
her butt move in her jeans.  His cock jerked in his sweat pants.

   "Get you something to drink, Trina ?"

   "Sure, Carlos.  Tequila, if you got it."

   Carlos laughed.  "Shit, hon.  About a dozen brands.  Call it."

   "You choose it, Carlos." And he did.

   They drank in silence for a moment or two.  Trina commented on his
choice of tequila and they started some small talk about how fucking hot it
was and so on.

   "The reason I called today...Well, it's a little embarrassing.  I was
getting ready to brief some associates on some recent business and was
composing myself when I saw you on the TV in the reception area.  I
couldn't tear myself away from the TV until you were finished.  We haven't
seen each other in a while.  So I called and ruined your evening.  I
apologize." Carlos took a drink of tequila.  Trina waved her hand in the
air.

   "Carlos, I owe you.  I know that.  You called.  I'm here."

   "Just watching you on TV tonight was enough thanks, Trina.  But I would
like you to do me a service." He paused.  She was sure he was going to ask
for something sexual.  Everyone told her that's the way he works.  He does
you a service and you do him.  They said his dick was the size of a large
salami.  She had a hard time believing that.

   She was staring at him from across the room.  He was sitting on the
couch.  She had chosen a stuffed chair.  Not once had he taken a look at
her cleavage, not once.

   "Working at the station you might be able to give me a heads-up if some
reporter decides to do a little sniffing around.  If an editor decides to
do a story involving some of the more esoteric services offered to the
hotel cliental.  As this part of the state resembles California more and
more, the political establishment will be forced to deal with these moral
issues eventually.  Look at the smoking issue.  Rumor has it there will be
two initiatives dealing with the issue on next years ballot.  Either one is
going to hit the bottom line of a lot of places and all those places pay
taxes.  Those taxes will have to be replaced.  The fight over taxes is
going to split the state right down the middle."

   Carlos stopped, took a sip and just stared at the young lady sitting
across the room.  "You okay with that ?"

   Chapter Eleven

   "Is that all ?" She was disappointed, more than disappointed; she was
pissed.  What was wrong with her ?  She knew she was hot.  Why didn't he
want her ?

   He was just smiling at her.  "Well...I'd love to watch you do the
weather topless.  Naked would be the better.  How 'bout it.  A little walk
on the wild side.  What do you say, Trina ?"

   The flush started in the pit of her stomach and rushed up around her
breasts, her neck and finally her face.  She was burning up.  Was he
serious ?  He was just sitting there on the couch, taking another sip of
tequila.  Her nipples were coming erect.  Her vagina began throbbing.  Did
he expect her to just get up and strip for him ?

   "Well...I guess that's a no, then."

   "I'll...I'll need a pointer, Carlos...To do it properly." It rushed out
of her; like she was going to flunk the test, trying to make up for past
wrong answers.

   Carlos smiled at her and let his knees fall open.  Trina was looking
around the room for something to use as a pointer.  Carlos realized that
she had no idea what he was thinking of.  He reached down and grabbed a
hold of his shaft and gave it a couple of good squeezes.  She was still
looking around.

   Trina saw him reach for his cock but didn't believe he'd grab himself in
front of her.  Then it dawned on her.  He wanted her to use his dick as the
pointer.  Her cunt was throbbing more urgently.  Her breasts were tender,
her nipples fully erect.  She knew they were showing.  Her crotch felt
damp.

   Carlos took his hand away from his meat and flexed it.  The sweat pants
jumped where his cock was and the young lady was mesmerized by his slab of
meat.  Trina knew she was staring at it but couldn't stop.  They, whoever
they are, were right about the size of his penis.  It was huge and made her
fianc, look like a grammar school kid.  She'd never seen nor handled
anything close to this size.

   She bent forward as she rose from the stuffed chair, grabbing the bottom
of her pull over.  As she straightened up she pulled her top off over her
head holding it in her hands, above her head.  She started moving the top
from side to side with her arms up over her head, swaying back and forth.
What she suspected a stripper might do.

   The red bra got the effect she desired.  His eyes were riveted to her
bra encased tits as she swayed back and forth.  She stopped swaying after
flipping her top over by his feet.  She shook her tits from side to side as
she wiggled out of her jeans.  She had to sit down to get the jeans off
over her sandals.  He was still staring at her tits.  His cock was much
more impressive, like a huge tent pole in his sweat pants.

   Trina rose to her feet in just her panties, bra and sandals.  Her hands
went behind her back and then her humongous breasts were dropping down
below her bra.  Her dark areolae and nipples moving about as she slung the
bra over where her top lay.  She thrust her naked tits out for him, holding
them up with her hands.  He was motioning her forward.  She took just one
step.  The size of his penis was almost unbelievable.  She knew she was big
down there but was still apprehensive.

   Enough of this Carlos thought.  "No more teasin', darling.  Time for
some sugar, baby." She bent over and put her hands on his knees.  His cock
was a huge lump in his crotch.  Lust had overcome her apprehension and now
she was eager to get his meat stuffed in between her legs.  She dropped to
her knees and reached for the waist band of his sweat pants.  He lifted his
hips and it sprang out as soon as she lowered his pants.

   Carlos kept his cock moving about with some flexes and the young
Hispanic woman was amazed with the size, he was sure.  He reached forward
and took her breasts in his hands.  He felt them, heavy, nipples erect.  He
ran his hands up to her cheeks and with a hand on each side of her face
pushed his cock into her mouth.  She gagged but Carlos backed off just a
little.

   "Suck it, Trina.  Then I'm gonna fuck that tight, little ass of yours
all night long, darling." He was pushing and pulling her face off and on
his cock, her lips sliding up and down his shaft.  Saliva was leaking from
both sides of her mouth and his cock was sliding in and out faster.  His
hands were back to mauling her tits.  He was pulling on her nipples.  Her
head was still bobbing over his crotch; his fat prick being gobbled up by
her saliva slippery lips.  It was turning her on like never before, just
sucking on his dick.  Her head bobbed faster, her lips glistened with her
spittle.

   Carlos had her tits in his hands, his fingers pinching and pulling on
her nipples.  They were by far the heaviest tits he'd ever felt and he'd
had some pretty top heavy women.  If he let her continue he was going to
drown her in cum.  Maybe later, he wanted to fuck her now.  He brought a
hand up into her hair, slowly pulling her face out of his crotch.  They
were looking into each other's face, her mouth and chin wet with saliva.

   He smiled at her.  "You are very good with your mouth.  I can't imagine
you having many.  You must be a natural.  Get up."

   She got to her feet.  "Turn around." She complied.  He grabbed the back
of her black panties and pulled them down to her feet.  "Step out of them."
Again she complied.  Her ass was slim but well padded and he took her buns
in his hands.  He spread her cheeks and saw a patch of hair growing between
the cheeks of her ass.  His boner quivered.  Carlos liked a woman with hair
between her legs.  To him it meant that she hadn't been keeping it shaved
or trimmed for a lover or husband.  They weren't taking care of it or she'd
be taking care of this.  He pulled her by the ass toward his face.  One
lick from furry bush to not so furry asshole.

   "Oh !  God !" Trina cried out and immediately stepped away from him. 
Carlos slapped her right buttock.  "Step back here, honey.  I just want to
make sure you're ready." Trina had been eaten before but no one had ever
licked her asshole.  She could still feel his tongue running over her anus.
He was spreading her butt again.  This time she bent over a little.  He
moaned something and then his tongue reamed itself right into her butt
hole.

   Carlos grabbed her by the thighs and pressed his face between the cheeks
of her ass.  His tongue was pumping in and out of her asshole.  She smelled
clean, surprising with all the hair.  She was starting to wiggle her butt
around.  He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the floor.  She bent in
half and now he was reaming his tongue between two very fat cunt lips.  Her
vagina was well lubricated.

   Carlos pulled her closer by about six inches and then yanked her butt
down over his crotch.  Trina lost her balance and fell on his cock.  She
rolled away from it but Carlos captured her hips and pulled her back.  He
was rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her well padded behind.  His
hands found her tits and began rolling her nipples around with his fingers.

   "I want you to get up on your feet on the couch and slowly lower your
cunt on to my cock.  Got it, honey ?" He was pulling on her hips and in
just moments she was squatting over his cock.  He was holding it up.  From
where she was it looked a foot long and fat as a big salami.  Her hands
were on his knees and she lowered her cunt to about an inch away from his
cock.

   In one movement, Carlos pulled her down; impaling her cunt on his cock.
She threw her head back and cried out.  Carlos thrust up into her.  Another
cry.  He began fucking her.  Short, quick thrusts, fucking his cock in and
out of her.  She'd stopped the crying out and was now chanting or moaning.
Take your pick.

  
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   Washington D.C.

   The clock read three-fifteen a.m.  The phone was into it's third ring.
Anderson Davies finally silenced it.

   "Davies here." Only the government called at this hour of the morning.
The government never shuts down.  Frightening when you think about it.

   Mindy Weathers rushed to tell him.  "They screwed up, Anderson !  They
screwed up !" The excitement in her voice brought him awake immediately. 
"We've got enough to mount an operation.  I'd like you to be on the team.
Can you meet me at headquarters ?"

   Anderson looked over at his wife.  She was still sleeping.  Well, the
phone was on his side.  "Right now ?"

   "Yea.  I got my boss to sign the paperwork.  You work for me as of right
now.  Same pay, same government just a different department, different
goals.  You have a problem working with a woman ?" It wasn't accusatory. 
Just spoken matter of factly.

   Sixty days ago he couldn't have said this.  "No problem.  Be an honor
working for you, Agent Weathers." He was serious when he said it.  He'd
spent a lot of time with her in the past couple of months.  It was
exciting. He needed that at his age.  He needed to be needed.  He knew she
needed him but more than that, wanted him.

   "Knock off the agent Weathers shit, Anderson.  How long until you can be
here ?"

   "Two hours at the most, Mindy.  You're sure this is it ?" They'd been
analyzing data for two months or more.  The little they had was conjecture.
Even the "Snake" that some detective thought he could discern from a taped
conversation between a county commissioner in Clark County, Nevada and her
attorney was very shaky.

   "As sure as you can be at this stage.  Hurry up.  I'll order breakfast
for say, five-thirty ?"

   "I'll be there." Anderson hung the phone up and stretched.  A real
career move at his age.  He knew his boss would really be pissed.  But the
rest of the staff would be green with envy.  They'd think he was ballsy !
He wanted to go out as a ballsy kind of guy.

   Chapter Twelve

   "Snake" was listening on the phone.  Carlos was insisting they meet.  It
was just after ten p.m.  on a Thursday night.  What the fuck could possible
be wrong ?  "Snake" was running it through his mind.  Carlos had used an
emergency code word in the first sentence.

   "I'm moving now." He hung up the office phone and took out his cell
phone.  He switched to the secure mode.  A text message was coming in right
now.  He had his coat on and was heading for the elevator while reading the
message.  It was a shut down sequence.  Casey was shutting down the system.
Instead he headed for the stairs.  Better down than up.

   Three minutes and thirty seconds later, "Snake" slipped into the casino
from one of the men's rooms.  He was quickly through the front door and
shortly after that was swallowed up by the crowds on the sidewalk.  He
walked for almost fifteen minutes.  It was still hot on "The Strip" at this
time of night.  Summer lasts a real long time in the desert.

   He was sweating freely when he entered the cool, dark bar.  A sports bar
with a Pittsburgh Steelers motif about six blocks east of the "strip."
Carlos was sitting in a booth with two young ladies.  Early twenties.  He
knew them both.  Gina Colgate, one of his partner's daughter, was one.  The
other was Taylor Pine.  They both worked for Carlos.  They didn't look a
day over eighteen.

   Carlos raised his hand when he saw "Snake" enter the bar.  Gina rushed
out of the booth and ran to him.  They hugged in the middle of the bar. 
The place was hardly near capacity.  "Snake" kept his arm around her when
they got back into the booth.  A cute, young cocktail waitress was rushing
another pitcher of beer to the booth.

   Carlos looked at his watch.  "Good time, `Snake.' I never believed you
could do it.  Okay, here's what's gone down so far.  One of the ladies sent
a reply message in the clear and then followed it up with an encrypted
reply.  Later, one of our parties was raided.  Locals plus federals.  No
state.  Four party goers and two ladies." "Snake" was about to say
something but Carlos lifted his arm.

   "Let me finish here, boss.  They are all down town at present and I've
sent a shyster to get them out, pay bail and all that shit.  The young lady
who made the mistake will be given a one way ticket to anywhere she wants,
usual stipulations.  Questions ?"

   "Sorry, man.  You did the right thing." "Snake" took a long swallow of
beer.  He could feel Gina's hand on his thigh.  He knew what the plan was.
He was looking forward to the next couple of days with these two.  Carlos
got up and went to talk with the bar tender.  Tyler got up to use the can.
They were going to be driving for several hours and the boys wouldn't want
to stop.  She grabbed Gina's hand and pulled her along.  "Snake" watched
their tight butts wiggle toward the bathroom.

   "The bartender and I go back a ways.  I made sure he didn't see us. 
There's a rental out back.  Tyler's driving.  We're in the back until we
get out of town.  You ready ?"

   "Let me take a piss." Carlos followed him to the head.

  
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   Mindy Weathers was holding out a cup with his name on it.  Special Agent
Anderson Davies.  He could see the steam coming off the coffee.  He took it
and blew on it.  She was just standing there, hands on her hips.  He
imagined her naked.  His cock twitched.

   "You made good time." He just smiled at her.  The dark, shoulder length
hair turned him on to no end.  He had to get his mind on business.  And he
didn't want to make this two hour round trip commute every day.

   "Come on.  You ready ?" She was backing down the hallway.  "We have to
share space.  Sorry but we won't be here long." She was off and he was
right behind her.  She smelled good and had such a nice ass.

   She turned into the small space they shared.  There were two identical
laptops on the two desk tops pushed back to back.  She motioned for him to
sit across from her.  Anderson took his seat.

   "Okay...Just last night we intercepted a message from the usual sources
in 'Vegas.  It' wasn't encrypted.  The team, you assembled, used the
unencrypted message to decode the traffic for the day.  Now it was a down
day traffic wise.  One message described a party of some such so the team
notifies the DEA in 'Vegas and along with some locals they raid this party.
They pick up nothing interesting.  Oh !  There was some very potent, high
quality weed at the party and it was obvious the ladies were prostitutes.
But other than the weed nothing that would interest us."

   She sipped her own coffee and let Anderson digest the information she'd
given him.  He sipped his coffee and nodded at her.  She continued.

   "Whoever they are have a pretty good security system built because only
one other message was sent during the short twelve minutes that the system
was compromised.  During minute thirteen the system sent over three
thousand messages then went down for an hour before coming back up and
exhibiting the same behavior as before the compromise but the one time pad
had been changed.  We couldn't read a thing."

   Anderson was leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his desk top. 
"Well, the other message ?"

   She smiled at him and he felt a jolt of energy in his crotch.  His cock
twitched.  It was like she was teasing him.  It turned him on.  "The other
message is right here." She passed him a sheet of paper.
From: "Yachtsman"
To: "Snake"

   Almost loaded.  A couple of more days.  Good crop.  See you soon.

   Anderson's heart was pounding.  He looked up at her.  She had that smile
on her face again.  He actually grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze.

   "The message came out of some where in British Columbia, a prime
marijuana growing area.  We're going to be airlifted to a Canadian Patrol
boat that's working with some of our navy.  Interdicting.  We leave this
afternoon.  I should have told you to bring some clothes."

   "I brought a weeks worth of shit and a shaving kit.  I kind of figured
we'd be going to the west coast somewhere."

   "How's your wife taking you being away ?"

   "I haven't told her." He smiled at her.  She smiled back.

   "Then you should start by familiarizing yourself with these.  Gotta know
the rules to play the game." She pushed several manuals across the desk to
him.

  
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   Melanie Wright, aka "Butterbutt," was talking with Cyndi Forest.  The
party was raging all around them.  Young.  Twenties.  It was an apartment
over on the west side.  Twenty, thirty people.  You could say that Melanie
was recruiting.  Lots of young ladies need money and she was offering easy
money if they liked to party.

   Melanie took a swig of her beer.  Cyndi had been talking about this girl
she knew in high school.  "...partied all the time and I know she likes to
fuck.  We shared boy friends several times.  She was hot.  Liked it all. 
Got knocked up and married the guy.  He's in construction down in Arizona.
Gone Sunday night to Friday afternoon so she could easily do mid-week
work." Cyndi took a sip of wine out of a plastic cup.

   "She ever do anything for money ?"

   "Claims not to have and obviously doesn't want her husband to find out.
Duuh !"

   "She gonna be here tonight ?"

   "Said she was going to drop by.  Hubby's staying in Arizona for the
weekend but I haven't seen her yet."

  
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   "Snake" was still gun shy with the security arrangements.  Casey had
briefed him and assured him but "Snake" still wasn't convinced.  It had
been on his mind constantly.  One slip couldn't get them.  It would have to
be an operation of some kind.  Were they looking for them ?  Concentrating
on their traffic ?  Are they starting to put the pieces of the puzzle
together ?  Carlos had feelers out with the locals.  He wished that
"Yachtsman" was back, checking six.  But "Yachtsman" had his own problems.
Was only days away from sailing.

   He needed some amusement to take his mind off all this shit.  It started
with the commissioner getting questioned, interrogated was more like it. 
Now this communication fuckup.  "Snake" was almost sure there was somebody
out there coming after them.

   Colleen Gilbert stuck her head in the door.  "Is my husband going out to
the hacienda this weekend ?" She was thinking of getting a room for her and
Rusty.  He was fucking her about three or four times a week.  Twice he'd
fucked her while flying out to the hacienda with the helo on auto-pilot.

   "Not that I know of.  I heard he and `Bonerboy' were hosting some thing
on the strip in one of the hotels, for some big wheels.  Why ?  You want me
to take you out to the lake for a laid back weekend ?"

   "You serious.  I'd love...But you're not serious.  You've probably got
some twenty-something all lined up.  You don't need this old lady."

   "One of the most beautiful old ladies I've ever seen.  And I get to fuck
her all weekend.  Shit yea, I'm serious.  Come on.  You and me and maybe a
surprise.  Come on, beautiful.  It'll be more fun than your vibrator." She
blushed but was going to accept.  She knew Rusty would fly them out there.
All she had to do was ask.

   Continued in

   "More Juice !"
   Book Five