THE CANDY SNATCHERS
The rag top down, Guy turned the Porsche Carrera 4S Cabriolet off the highway at the fried
chicken joint and drove down the hill. He had his favorite aviator sunglasses on and he looked so
utterly cool, like a street version of Michael Douglas when he starred in Basic Instinct. An Oasis
car wash operation was on the left side of the street. This sudden detour in the course of the day
had him feeling very pissed off and irritable. We're already late, he thought to himself, and now
we've got to modify our plans and change everything because some flaky chick Joey wants to
disappear from town for a while got cold feet at the last minute. Delivering shipments of
contraband is one thing, but transporting human cargo as part of a dope deal has the potential to
complicate everything.
Guy drove into the Oasis car wash parking lot and took the car past the garage to the back of the
building and parked it alongside a Corvette drenched blood red.
“That her 'Vette?” Sepp asked. He exhaled the Mary-Jane from his lungs.
“Sure it is,” Guy said.
“The one Joey bought her?” Sepp asked.
“Yep,” Guy answered.
“Nice car,” Sepp said, appraising the slick red Corvette.
“Sure is,” Guy said. “I suppose Joey'll be taking it back now that he's through with her.”
Sepp handed the J in his hand to Guy. “A couple of hits left on it.”
“Don't take too long upstairs,” Guy said.
“Might wanna get my dick wet,” Sepp said. “Especially if Melody's working.”
“While I'm down here waiting here for you?” Guy replied. He took a toke off the joint. “Fuck
you, kid. You get your dick wet on your time, not on mine.”
“We're here aren't we,” Sepp answered. “Why don't you just relax for ten seconds in your life and
come up with me and get yourself some poon. It's good for the soul, man.”
“Not interested,” Guy said. “Got it on with Eva last night.”
“You still seeing Eva?” Sepp asked.
“Nope,” Guy answered. “But her old man was out of town and she was lonely so I fulfilled my
charitable obligation to a lonely woman.”
Guy gave Sepp his stern time-to-get-down-to-business look to motivate his partner then he placed
the spliff in the ashtray and picked up a black CD pouch off the car floor and unzipped it. He
pulled out a compact disc -- ZZ Top's Eliminator -- and slid it into the custom CD player. The
driving drum beat of Gimme All Your Lovin' came onto the car's audio system.
“Don't fuck around, kid, you're wasting my time, we got a schedule to maintain,” Guy said to
Sepp. “If you're not back here by the time Legs starts playing I don't care if your dick is a mile
deep in snatch, I'm coming up and dragging you outta there.”
Sepp opened the door and stepped out of the car. He bent down and leaned on the door of the
Porsche Carrera.
“Pass me the roach,” Sepp said.
Guy picked up the joint from the ashtray and handed it Sepp. “Here,” he said. “Now go fetch my
cargo.”
Sepp took the joint from Guy and walked away from the car. Guy cranked up the music and tried
to relax.
MING THE VOLUPTUOUS
The Candy Shack was on the third floor of the building and the staircase rose up along the outside
wall of the structure. Sepp walked up the staircase to the third floor in the heat. Above him the
sky was blue and the sun was blinding. He loosened his yellow tie slightly to alleviate the heat.
At the top of the stairs Sepp flicked away the roach and opened the door to the brothel and walked
inside the Candy Shack into the darkened waiting room. He sat down in a comfortable, cushioned
wicker chair and he glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling. He took the shades off his
handsome, chiseled young face and tucked them into his pocket and picked up a copy of Hello
magazine with Shania Twain on the cover from the table.
A few minutes later the security door opened. The hostess, a tall, forty-ish Thai woman, exotically
beautiful in a no-nonsense rock hard, sleazy sort of way, appeared. Her long thick brown hair was
bundled and piled up on top of her sexy face into a haphazard, unkempt bun. The purple and pink
paisley gala evening gown she wore covered only half her body. The lower half. The gown was
wrapped around her thin waist and from the base of her midriff it traveled downwards. The dress
was designed to showcase -- and hide none of -- her upper attributes, her guns in particular. The
frock concealed nothing in the breast department. The fabric her ample teats were loosely slung in
showed off her killer boob job. The bronze flesh of her bosom overflowed from the outfit like a
gift from the almighty. This lady was obviously quite proud of her sexy rack, rightly so, and she
wanted it to be noticed.
Sepp did notice it. He took her in, slowly and unashamedly admiring her tits, noting the outline of
the pert nipples which he could easily and clearly see on the cloth, then he looked up at her face.
Such a face. A tough face covered in heavy makeup, lots of gaudy mascara and eyeliner, a face
that resonated with the fine lines of experience that showed she was a woman of the world who'd
been around the block once or twice, to Mars and back probably. Sepp felt the stirring of arousal in
his loins. His felt his dick getting hard.
And of course the woman couldn't take her beaming eyes off Sepp, this beefy, expensive-suit-and-
tie-wearing 23-year-old blond Adonis of a hunk, this sex-machine cut like a diamond who'd just
walked into her establishment out of nowhere.
“Well hello, Sepp,” Ming said affectionately.
Sepp got up from the chair and approached her. “How ya doing, Ming,” Sepp said.
“Follow me and I'll introduce you to my girls,” Ming said.
“Not so fast, baby,” Sepp said.
Sepp took hold of Ming's hips, stopping her from walking away. Ming turned and looked at Sepp.
He grinned, his hands on her hips, and looked into her eyes.
“I don't need to see none of your other girls, Ming,” Sepp said suggestively. “Let's me and you get
down to some jungle business right now. You're available for some action too right?”
“Oh you are a touchy-feely scamp,” Ming said lightly. She smiled at Sepp and coyly shook her
head. “Nuh uh, I'm strictly management. I don't get involved in any hanky panky with the
clients.”
“Sure you do, what's the harm? There ain't none,” Sepp said. He reached his hands behind Ming's
waist and caressed her ass, then he dove wantonly in and started smooching her neck, peppering
her with wet kisses. “Come on, you hot little bone seizer. Give it up, give it up for me.”
“Oh you smell so good,” Ming said, her flared nostrils inhaling the scent of Sepp's expensive
cologne and body spray.
Swooning at this brashly unexpected advance, Ming gave in to Sepp instantly and instinctively. She
closed her eyes and moaned in hungry pleasure as he held her head and kissed the length of her
long neck. Sepp reached down along her thigh and got his hands under the material of Ming's
cotton dress and pulled the fabric up her entire leg. Then he slid his right hand down past Ming's
panties and into her crotch and with his index and middle fingers found the tender lips of her
vagina. He pushed inwards and probed her, finding her ready inside, running with delicious moist
and juicy fluids. Ming's dripping pussy said everything Sepp needed to know. Her wet snatch said
Yes to him.
“That's it, sugar,” Sepp said suavely. “Let's have us some fun.”
Sepp had taken Ming by surprise. Ambushing women was Sepp's MO, his modus operandi, the
method by which he operated. Sepp was accustomed to overpowering women with his confident
bravado and his good looks; his charisma and his beefcake appeal always allowed him to get away
with his strong-armed sex-seduction attacks on the opposite sex. Technically speaking he's
probably raped hundreds of women over the years. The ladies don't see Sepp's intrusions as
molestations though. They take it more like coercion. In fact they're quite flattered and overjoyed
to have a youthful stud as handsome as him come on to them.
Ming pulled back from Sepp. She'd come to her senses, fighting against her overwhelming desire to
give in to him completely.
“Aren't you being a little presumptuous?” Ming asked, looking up into Sepp's face.
“What's wrong, baby?” Sepp asked.
“I can't,” Ming said softly and put her hands on Sepp's massive chest and pushed him away from
her. “Get off me now. Remove your dog paws. Or do I have to call for help?”
Sepp could tell she was semi-serious about not fooling around with the customers. He took his
hands off her and stepped back.
“Nah, you don't have to call for help,” Sepp said with false contrition. “Your pussy's that special
you got to lock it up? In a whorehouse? Fine. Who cares. Let's go check out your horses then.”
Ming pulled up her panties and straightened out her dress. “You're very sweet,” Ming said. “And
I've always considered you handsome. But I can't.”
Sepp gave a who-gives-a-fuck shrug and he commenced walking down the hallway with Ming.
The rag top down, Guy turned the Porsche Carrera 4S Cabriolet off the highway at the fried
chicken joint and drove down the hill. He had his favorite aviator sunglasses on and he looked so
utterly cool, like a street version of Michael Douglas when he starred in Basic Instinct. An Oasis
car wash operation was on the left side of the street. This sudden detour in the course of the day
had him feeling very pissed off and irritable. We're already late, he thought to himself, and now
we've got to modify our plans and change everything because some flaky chick Joey wants to
disappear from town for a while got cold feet at the last minute. Delivering shipments of
contraband is one thing, but transporting human cargo as part of a dope deal has the potential to
complicate everything.
Guy drove into the Oasis car wash parking lot and took the car past the garage to the back of the
building and parked it alongside a Corvette drenched blood red.
“That her 'Vette?” Sepp asked. He exhaled the Mary-Jane from his lungs.
“Sure it is,” Guy said.
“The one Joey bought her?” Sepp asked.
“Yep,” Guy answered.
“Nice car,” Sepp said, appraising the slick red Corvette.
“Sure is,” Guy said. “I suppose Joey'll be taking it back now that he's through with her.”
Sepp handed the J in his hand to Guy. “A couple of hits left on it.”
“Don't take too long upstairs,” Guy said.
“Might wanna get my dick wet,” Sepp said. “Especially if Melody's working.”
“While I'm down here waiting here for you?” Guy replied. He took a toke off the joint. “Fuck
you, kid. You get your dick wet on your time, not on mine.”
“We're here aren't we,” Sepp answered. “Why don't you just relax for ten seconds in your life and
come up with me and get yourself some poon. It's good for the soul, man.”
“Not interested,” Guy said. “Got it on with Eva last night.”
“You still seeing Eva?” Sepp asked.
“Nope,” Guy answered. “But her old man was out of town and she was lonely so I fulfilled my
charitable obligation to a lonely woman.”
Guy gave Sepp his stern time-to-get-down-to-business look to motivate his partner then he placed
the spliff in the ashtray and picked up a black CD pouch off the car floor and unzipped it. He
pulled out a compact disc -- ZZ Top's Eliminator -- and slid it into the custom CD player. The
driving drum beat of Gimme All Your Lovin' came onto the car's audio system.
“Don't fuck around, kid, you're wasting my time, we got a schedule to maintain,” Guy said to
Sepp. “If you're not back here by the time Legs starts playing I don't care if your dick is a mile
deep in snatch, I'm coming up and dragging you outta there.”
Sepp opened the door and stepped out of the car. He bent down and leaned on the door of the
Porsche Carrera.
“Pass me the roach,” Sepp said.
Guy picked up the joint from the ashtray and handed it Sepp. “Here,” he said. “Now go fetch my
cargo.”
Sepp took the joint from Guy and walked away from the car. Guy cranked up the music and tried
to relax.
MING THE VOLUPTUOUS
The Candy Shack was on the third floor of the building and the staircase rose up along the outside
wall of the structure. Sepp walked up the staircase to the third floor in the heat. Above him the
sky was blue and the sun was blinding. He loosened his yellow tie slightly to alleviate the heat.
At the top of the stairs Sepp flicked away the roach and opened the door to the brothel and walked
inside the Candy Shack into the darkened waiting room. He sat down in a comfortable, cushioned
wicker chair and he glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling. He took the shades off his
handsome, chiseled young face and tucked them into his pocket and picked up a copy of Hello
magazine with Shania Twain on the cover from the table.
A few minutes later the security door opened. The hostess, a tall, forty-ish Thai woman, exotically
beautiful in a no-nonsense rock hard, sleazy sort of way, appeared. Her long thick brown hair was
bundled and piled up on top of her sexy face into a haphazard, unkempt bun. The purple and pink
paisley gala evening gown she wore covered only half her body. The lower half. The gown was
wrapped around her thin waist and from the base of her midriff it traveled downwards. The dress
was designed to showcase -- and hide none of -- her upper attributes, her guns in particular. The
frock concealed nothing in the breast department. The fabric her ample teats were loosely slung in
showed off her killer boob job. The bronze flesh of her bosom overflowed from the outfit like a
gift from the almighty. This lady was obviously quite proud of her sexy rack, rightly so, and she
wanted it to be noticed.
Sepp did notice it. He took her in, slowly and unashamedly admiring her tits, noting the outline of
the pert nipples which he could easily and clearly see on the cloth, then he looked up at her face.
Such a face. A tough face covered in heavy makeup, lots of gaudy mascara and eyeliner, a face
that resonated with the fine lines of experience that showed she was a woman of the world who'd
been around the block once or twice, to Mars and back probably. Sepp felt the stirring of arousal in
his loins. His felt his dick getting hard.
And of course the woman couldn't take her beaming eyes off Sepp, this beefy, expensive-suit-and-
tie-wearing 23-year-old blond Adonis of a hunk, this sex-machine cut like a diamond who'd just
walked into her establishment out of nowhere.
“Well hello, Sepp,” Ming said affectionately.
Sepp got up from the chair and approached her. “How ya doing, Ming,” Sepp said.
“Follow me and I'll introduce you to my girls,” Ming said.
“Not so fast, baby,” Sepp said.
Sepp took hold of Ming's hips, stopping her from walking away. Ming turned and looked at Sepp.
He grinned, his hands on her hips, and looked into her eyes.
“I don't need to see none of your other girls, Ming,” Sepp said suggestively. “Let's me and you get
down to some jungle business right now. You're available for some action too right?”
“Oh you are a touchy-feely scamp,” Ming said lightly. She smiled at Sepp and coyly shook her
head. “Nuh uh, I'm strictly management. I don't get involved in any hanky panky with the
clients.”
“Sure you do, what's the harm? There ain't none,” Sepp said. He reached his hands behind Ming's
waist and caressed her ass, then he dove wantonly in and started smooching her neck, peppering
her with wet kisses. “Come on, you hot little bone seizer. Give it up, give it up for me.”
“Oh you smell so good,” Ming said, her flared nostrils inhaling the scent of Sepp's expensive
cologne and body spray.
Swooning at this brashly unexpected advance, Ming gave in to Sepp instantly and instinctively. She
closed her eyes and moaned in hungry pleasure as he held her head and kissed the length of her
long neck. Sepp reached down along her thigh and got his hands under the material of Ming's
cotton dress and pulled the fabric up her entire leg. Then he slid his right hand down past Ming's
panties and into her crotch and with his index and middle fingers found the tender lips of her
vagina. He pushed inwards and probed her, finding her ready inside, running with delicious moist
and juicy fluids. Ming's dripping pussy said everything Sepp needed to know. Her wet snatch said
Yes to him.
“That's it, sugar,” Sepp said suavely. “Let's have us some fun.”
Sepp had taken Ming by surprise. Ambushing women was Sepp's MO, his modus operandi, the
method by which he operated. Sepp was accustomed to overpowering women with his confident
bravado and his good looks; his charisma and his beefcake appeal always allowed him to get away
with his strong-armed sex-seduction attacks on the opposite sex. Technically speaking he's
probably raped hundreds of women over the years. The ladies don't see Sepp's intrusions as
molestations though. They take it more like coercion. In fact they're quite flattered and overjoyed
to have a youthful stud as handsome as him come on to them.
Ming pulled back from Sepp. She'd come to her senses, fighting against her overwhelming desire to
give in to him completely.
“Aren't you being a little presumptuous?” Ming asked, looking up into Sepp's face.
“What's wrong, baby?” Sepp asked.
“I can't,” Ming said softly and put her hands on Sepp's massive chest and pushed him away from
her. “Get off me now. Remove your dog paws. Or do I have to call for help?”
Sepp could tell she was semi-serious about not fooling around with the customers. He took his
hands off her and stepped back.
“Nah, you don't have to call for help,” Sepp said with false contrition. “Your pussy's that special
you got to lock it up? In a whorehouse? Fine. Who cares. Let's go check out your horses then.”
Ming pulled up her panties and straightened out her dress. “You're very sweet,” Ming said. “And
I've always considered you handsome. But I can't.”
Sepp gave a who-gives-a-fuck shrug and he commenced walking down the hallway with Ming.
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