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author
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                  90210- PEACH PIT AFTER HOURS

     It had been a particularly good night at the Peach Pit After
Dark Club.  Valerie Malone  was more than pleased as she tossed the
wad of
cash into the safe.  A few more nights like this and the place might
actually start turning a profit.  She smiled a broad smile as the
safe slammed shut.  The night's take was especially satisfying
since all of the snobby Beverly Hills girls were there to see how
well she was doing.  Donna Martin, Kelly Taylor, Claire Arnold, Andrea
Zuckerman-Vasquez and even
Brenda Walsh, fresh off the plane from London, were on hand to see. 
Val had every reason to feel proud of herself.
     As the girls sat at the bar, Val pulled a handful of beers
from the cooler and passed them around.  "Here's to good friends
and prosperity forever."  She said, rasing her bottle.  Only
Donna hesitated before opening her beer and joining the others in
their toast.
     Val was a bit upset when Brenda's stories of England began
to dominate the attention.  It had been a hard road to acceptance
for Val, and now this snotty bitch was back and taking her
spotlight.  Well into her third beer, Valerie began to wish
painful torture and death on Brenda Walsh.
     Donna was checking her watch, wondering when they would be
leaving, when the girls were startled by a loud crashing sound. 
Looking up, they saw that the back door had been kicked in.  One
by one, a group of young gang members filed out of the dark alley
and into the club.  In moments, two dozen or so tough looking young
men stood in
the doorway to the club.  They looked like serious trouble and
each of the girls gave a gasp of fright.
     Val, who  felt her territory violated, was the first to
regain her composure.  She stood up and took a step towards them,
assuming a stance much like Batgirl might, her legs astride and
her fists on her curvaceous hips.  "What the Hell do you think
you're doing in my club?"  She asked defiantly.
     None of the men responded, but they continued to advance on
the girls.  Val was determined not to back down.  "If you don't
get out right now, I am calling  the police."  She said, her
voice wavering slightly.
     One of the youths took a step forward.  The others looked to
him as if he were their leader.  He was a tall, rough looking
white male, in his mid twenties with short black hair and
ruthless look about him.  "I don't think you want to do that." 
He replied.  The rest of his gang, all mixed races and equally
tough looking, moved in tightly around their leader.
     Val still was in no mood to back down.  "Donna."  She said
calmly.  "Call 911."
     The leader simply raised his left hand slowly.  Without a
word, three of his gang rushed to the phone, beating Donna to it.
They tore it from the wall, smashing it on the ground.  "Kind of
tough to call with no phone bitch."  The leader snarled.
     Val felt her knees shaking with fear now.  "Listen."  She
said, trying not to whimper.  "If you just leave now, we won't
tell the cops.  Just go now please."
     "Nice place you have here."  Replied the leader.  "Be a damn
shame to have to mess it up."  
     "What do you want?"  Cried a frightened Donna, drawing an
angry stare from Val.
     "All we want,"  Growled the leader.  "Is the money from
tonight.  You were pretty busy here and there ought to be enough
cash in the safe to make it worth our while to just leave you
alone."
     Val stood silently, staring at him for a long while.  "What
are you doing?"  Mumbled Claire.  "Give them the money and let's
get this over with."
     "Shut up."  Spat Val.  Tonight had been her best night in
business.  The money was hers, she had earned it.  No way she was
just going to let these punks take it away.
     "You better listen to your pretty little friend there
sweets."  The leader said, opening his jacket to reveal the butt
of a handgun.  "We know you've got plenty of cash. Give it to us
and we might just leave peacefully."
     If there was one thing Val hated more than being bossed
around, it was losing money.  She knew that giving them the money
was the sane thing to do, but at that moment, Val was not
thinking rationally.  Her head spun with fear and anger as she felt
herself turn towards the safe.  Another five seconds and the
decision would have been made, but the leader broke first. 
Reaching out quickly, he grabbed Brenda by the hair, pulling her
close, holding his gun to her head.  "Maybe you'll change
your mind now."  He said.  "Before I have to blow your friend's
brains all over your club."
     Val actually had to fight back her desire to laugh out loud.
Not five minutes ago, she was wishing a torturous death on Brenda
and now this thug was using threats on her life as a threat to
Val.  Still, she was a bit surprised at the tingle she felt at
the sight of the Queen Bitch, Brenda Walsh with a gun to her
head.  Her nipples tightened beneath her blouse.  It was the most
perverse pleasure she had ever felt.
     "Val?"  Kelly's pleading, questioning voice brought Val out
of her trance.  Unable to think straight, she responded with the
first thing that came to her mind.  "Fuck you."  Her words were
once again confident.
     Something snapped inside of the leader's head.  He could not
afford to blow this.  The money was too important.  This stupid
bitch was actually standing up to him.  This was not supposed to
happen.  He could kill any of them right then and there, but she
didn't seem to care.  There was no way he was going to murder
anyone, but she couldn't  have known that.  Or was
she able to see through his bluff?  At a standstill and with his
men watching, Rocco made another decision.  He didn't want to
kill anyone, but he had to get his hands on that money.  If death
didn't scare this bitch, then he knew what would.  He had Brenda
by the neck in a choke hold with one arm while keeping his gun to
her head with the other. Smiling at Val, he let one hand slip
from Brenda's shoulder and gave her left breast a squeeze. When she
squealed and tried to get loose, he jabbed the gun into her
temple.  "Don't you fucking move."  He said menacingly.
     Everyone shuffled nervously as Rocco man handled Brenda
through her blouse.  He smiled up at Val.  "Maybe, we should have
a little fun with a few of your rich friends.  Hell, I
think we deserve a little prime Beverly Hills pussy."   He moved
his hand up to Brenda's collar and ripped her blouse open,
sending buttons flying across the room and bringing a reaction
from everyone in the room.
     The girls all gasped in fear, Donna felt as if she might
faint.  The gang members laughed lustily as Brenda's smallish,
firm tits came into view.
     "No bra?"  Rocco questioned.  "Planning on getting some
later you rich slut?"  He teased.   "Well, I think me and the
boys here can accommodate you.  In fact, there might be just
enough of you here for all of us to get some good fucking and
sucking."
     Kelly acted first, bolting towards the door to try and get
help.  Three tough looking young men blocked the door and grabbed
her.  Rocco smiled.  He would have to put a stop to this sort of
foolishness right away.  "Get that cunt over here now."  He
shouted.
     Rocco tossed Brenda aside, leaving her quivering in a pile
on the floor, her blouse torn open.  Kelly was dragged over, most
of the fight scared out of her, to where Rocco stood.  "Now, this
is a fine rich slut."  He raised his gun to her face, then turned
to Val.  "We're gonna play a little game here.  I am going to
give blondie here some orders.  She'll to as I say, no matter
what I say, until you open the safe."  Turning back to Kelly, he
smiled.  "If you don't do everything I tell you to, 
your friend here will have one Hell of a clean up job."  He
paused a moment then smiled again.  "In fact, line up all of
these cunts over here."
     In spite of some struggling, the girls were soon lined up
before Rocco.  All five of them, Kelly, Brenda, Donna, Andrea and
Claire stood before the leader, with only Val left out.  "Last
chance."  He said to Val.  "Open it or I'll start having some
real fun with your cunt friends."
Val straightened up defiantly.  "OK, let's begin."  Rocco
mumbled. "Tops off."  None of the girls made a move.  Rocco cocked his
gun.  NOW!"  Reluctantly, the girls began to work their tops off.
Kelly standing closest to Rocco, unbuttoned her sheer blouse
quickly in spite of her trembling fingers.  Shrugging off the
expensive blouse, Kelly stood there in her pretty lace bra. 
There were some approving mumbles about her average sized tits. 
Rocco smiled then nodded at her.  "That too.:  He said flatly.  
     Kelly shot a look at Val, knowing that some part of the
brunette loved the idea of Kelly having to be humiliated
like this, but even she knew that Val would stop this before it
went too far.  Not even a cold hearted bitch like Val would let
them all get raped.  She removed her bra, showing everyone her
firm, B cup breasts.  Kelly tried not to let the lustful comments
of the men bother her.  She had been stared at before and just
wanted to get this over with.
     Since Brenda's blouse had been torn open, all she had to do
was shrug her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  Her
breasts were much like Kelly's.  A bit smaller perhaps with
nipples that were a half shade darker and stood out more against
her pale skin.  
     Donna was next, but stood motionless until one of Rocco's
thugs drew his own gun and pointed it at her head.   With a tear
in her eye, Donna lowered the straps of her tight, black mini
dress.  Even the other girls turned their eyes towards their
friend.  Donna had virtually tripled the size of her breasts over
the summer and the question of their authenticity had been a
prime topic of Beverly Hills gossip.  In truth, Donna had treated
herself to a very expensive boob job for her eighteenth birthday,
but had not told any of her friends.  The discovery of her secret
surgery was not even a concern for Donna at his point, as her
dress lowered, revealing her cosmetically enhanced, perfect 36D
breasts.  The men lewdly catcalled and whistled.  Claire, Brenda
and Kelly lowered their eyes, in part for their friend's
embarrassment, but also in part to look down at their own breasts
in jealous disbelief.
     Andrea noticed the others' admiring looks at Donna's
silicone breasts and fought back a grin.  As she pulled her T
shirt over her head and unfastened her bra, she thought, "At
least mine are all natural."  Indeed, they were.  Although her
own impressive size could be directly attributed to her recent 
pregnancy, Andrea's fairly small chest had ballooned to an
astounding 38DD.  Her round, milk filled breasts jutted out
proudly in spite of her embarrassment at having so many strange,
potentially dangerous men seeing her as only two men had seen her
previously.
     Feeling more embarrassed than scared after seeing Donna and
Andrea's impressive chests, Claire slipped quickly out of her
silk blouse.  She wore no bra, as she fully intended on getting
good and fucked tonight.  Seeing all of the leering men around
her, made her think that this was in inevitable fact of life at
this point.
     As Val looked at her five friends, all topless before these
men, she did not feel the sense of fear and urgency that Rocco
had been hoping for.  In fact, she was feeling the slightest
tingle of sexual excitement knowing that the immediate future of
all of them rested on her shoulders.  How many times had they
turned their backs on her?  How many times had they looked at her
with contempt and disgust?  Well, now it was their turn to feel
alone and exposed.  Val found herself loving that feeling of
control and power.
     Rocco finally tore his eyes away from the lovely sight of
nearly a dozen rich bitch tits and said to Val.  "Well, bitch,
now that you see how serious I am, are you ready to spare your
friends any more embarrassment and give us the money?"
     Looking into the eyes of the other girls, Val could see
their expressions, ranging from  pure contempt to sheer terror. 
Her motive now a combination of her determination not to give up
any of her money and a secret longing to see the Beverly whores
get what was coming to them, Val turned to Rocco and grinned. 
"Read my lips scum bag.  Fuck You!"
     There was a shocked gasp from the gang members, who were
used to getting their way.  The girls moaned in protest, not fully
understanding Val's reaction.
     "What are you doing Valerie?"  Asked Donna desperately.
     "She's getting back at us."  Replied Kelly.  "OK Val, I
think you've made your point.  Now open the safe and let's get
out of this."
     "Kelly, this has nothing to do with any of that.  I'm just
not going to let these assholes come in here and take my money." 
She replied.
     "Shut up both of you."  Rocco shouted, turning to Val with
an expressions beyond anger.  "I'm not fucking with you
anymore.  Your friends here are going to be stripped down to
nothing in about thirty seconds if you don't cooperate."  
     Val simply folded her arms defiantly.  "You don't have the
guts or the time to do anything with them."  She challenged.
     Without a word, Rocco stepped to Kelly.  Take the rest of it
off now blondie."  He spat.   
     Glaring at Val, Kelly undid her skirt and let it fall to the
floor.  She wore a high cut pair of bikini briefs, barely
covering her pussy and showing off her thin thighs.  Down the
line, Rocco went, ordering each girl to disrobe.  Brenda tugged
down her tight jeans, Donna's dress was dropped, Andrea let her
loose skirt fall and Claire, removed her shorter than short mini.
Now, all five stood in just their shoes and panties.  All except
Claire, who never wore any panties.
     With a look, Rocco ordered one of his thugs to finish the
stripping.  Brandishing a switch blade, the young man tugged the
elastic band of Kelly's G string and with a flick of his wrist,
cut the fabric and pulled off the small garment.  She made no
attempt to cover herself, standing still and silent staring at
Val.  Brenda was next, her bikini cut Jockey's cut away, exposing
her clean shaven cunt to everyone.  Next came Donna, whose thick,
dark bush was a stunning contrast to her bleached blonde hair.
     Andrea summoned up all her pride and took down her own
panties before the hood could cut them from her.  She blushed all
over as she felt the eyes checking her up and down, taking in her
soft, round figure, still plump from pregnancy.  Not all of the
hair had grown back yet.  In fact, Andrea had found that since
her pussy had been shaved bare, Jessie, her husband, had been
much more open to giving her the tonguing she so dearly loved.
     As the five frightened girls stood, clad in only their
shoes, Rocco pulled up a chair.  "Sit."  He said to Val.  "I want you
to
have a good view of the festivities."
     Taking her seat and eyeing the five most prominent females
in her social circle, Val came to a bit of reality.  As much as
she wanted to see this self righteous pack of bitches get theirs,
Val knew that if she just let it happen, her life in Beverly
Hills would be ruined.  Thinking quickly, she worked up a few
tears.  "Please, please don't hurt my friends.  They haven't done
anything to deserve this."
     Rocco smiled, visibly relieved, but there were plenty of
disappointed groans from his friends.  "All right then, 
open the fucking safe and maybe we'll let you all go."
     Wiping away her tears, Val looked up at Rocco.  "I-I-I
can't."  She whimpered.  "It's on a time lock and can't be opened
until eight o'clock tomorrow."
     Rocco looked at her curiously. It made sense.  A place like
this would want all the cash locked away until a courier could
get it.  But something was wrong.  If there was a time lock, why
hadn't she told him that from the start?  Why had she, all of a
sudden, changed her tune?  If she was bluffing, then he was going
to have to call it.  
     "Guess what blondie?"  Rocco said, turning to Kelly.  "I
don't believe your friend here.  I think she thinks I'm too
stupid to see through her shit."
     "No."  Said Val.  "That's not it, honest.  Please don't hurt
them.  Oh please."  Val broke down crying, her face buried in her
hands.
     Rocco hesitated only a moment before moving into his next
phase.  "OK boys, since Miss fancy pants here won't cooperate,
let's get down to some serious business."  He pointed to various
gang members as he barked out orders.  "Get the two big titted
sluts over here.  Put the tiny one over there.  Leave the other
two where they are."
     Soon, the girls were arranged the way Rocco wanted them.  He
was going to put on a show for Val that would scare her into
opening the safe.
     Donna and Andrea were standing close to Val as Rocco walked
up to them.  "First of all."  He said, addressing them as well as
Val.  "We are going to have a nice big titty show."  They all
laughed as he pointed to Andrea and Donna.
     Andrea hung her head, avoiding the leering eyes of the young
men.  Donna tried to cover her silicone enhanced chest.  Rocco
reached out to take Donna's hands away and the pretty blonde
slapped him across the face.  He laughed back at her, raising his
gun and pointing it at her.  "Sweetie, that's going to cost you
later.  Now be a good girl and let my friends see those nice
titties."  Seeing no mercy in his eyes, Donna dropped her hands. 
Both girls winced as Rocco reached his hands up and cupped a
breast from each.  He chuckled to himself as he fondled the
handfuls of flesh. "Not bad."  He said, smiling.  Donna began to
blush as Rocco's rough touch made her nipple stiffen
involuntarily.  He laughed at her.  "Nice tits slut, but I prefer
the real thing."  Turning to his gang, he called out. "Anyone
want to come play with some plastic Barbie doll tits?"  In a
flash, one of the gang members rushed to Rocco's side, taking his
place and began to roughly handle Donna's big breasts.  Tears
filled her eyes as the young thug took pleasure in playing with
her firm nipples.
     Rocco meanwhile, turned all of his attention to Andrea and
her naturally pendulous breasts.  "Those fake tits are OK, but I
love the big sloppy real ones like you've got."  He took one in
each hand and began to really squeeze them hard.  It was getting
late and past time for Hanna's feeding, so it didn't take too
long for Andrea's engorged breasts to begin to leak milk.  She
looked away in shame as Rocco started laughing aloud.  "Well
fellas, looks like this one is a mama.  Guess it's feeding time
eh honey?"  He said.  "Say mommy, mind if me and the boys have a
taste?"  Before she could respond, Rocco bent his head down and
flicked up the drop of milk from her right nipple.
     "Please."  Andrea begged, whispering.  "Don't."  She looked
over at Val, pleading with her eyes.  Andrea was afraid for her
safety, but also fearful that Rocco would continue to suck milk
from her breasts.  She knew the effect that always had on her.  
     Taking his cue from Rocco, the other man, Butch, a grungy
white man in his late twenties, bent his head and began to
assault Donna's exposed nipples with his mouth.  She had thick,
rubbery nipples that Butch took great joy in chewing on.  Donna
bit her lip to fight back tears, but also to hide the little
gasps of pleasure she felt at having her sensitive nipples
bitten.  Although Donna used her nipples extensively in her
masturbatory pleasure, no one else had ever played with them.
     Meanwhile, Rocco was going to town on Andrea, milking her
breasts with his hands as he lapped up the sweet fluid as it
shot out into his mouth.  Ever since she had begun lactating,
Andrea had loved having Jessie suck her swollen tits.  It always
hot her hot and ready to fuck.  But, Jessie had never sucked her
with such harsh urgency.  What Rocco was doing had Andrea's
pussy hotter than it had ever been in her life.  She closed her
eyes and tried to stay in control as he drove her half crazy.


Please let me know your thoughts on this...good, bad or otherwise...

ROG
     
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