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Don't know what happened to part 2/2?! Posting it again.

Country Club Dance   2/2

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. A couple of cute
little lesbian girls are out to have a good time, and in the
process they happen to sell 50 people into white slavery. Yep,
must be another Katie R. story.

So, if hot NC female sex doesn't offend you in any way, we've got
all kinds of guy sex and similar stuff. There's a bunch of other
sleazy hetero sex and delicate lesbian lovemaking happening here,
too, so consider yourself warned. Don't care for any of this,
well it's time to leave, partner.

You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know.

This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel
free to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places
where people are interested in this sort of thing.

The story is dedicated to Hecate who is one of the hottest babes
on the Internet, wheee doggie!

Plus, I really would like to hear what you think about this
story, and any thoughts you might have for the future. Send me an

e-mail and let me know.

katiemcn@my-deja.com

---

Just to see if we still had what it takes, Claudie and me
strolled across the dance floor toward the punch bowl. Yep, boys
were saying all the usual things about our tits and asses. Makes
a girl feel mighty proud, I must say.

After we got our egos pumped up a bit, we decided it was time to
put our plan into action so we snuck away to get everything
ready.

A little while later, I came running back into the room, and
headed over toward the chaperones. I told 'em that something bad
happened to Claudette and that she's passed out naked in another
room.

Well, pretty much everyone knows that chaperones could be doing
just about anything other than baby sitting kids at dances. So,
that means they must have the hots for the kids, or else they
wouldn't be there. Yah, we all know about those kind of folks.

These chaperones were typical of the breed. As soon as I
mentioned that Claudette was nude, they were ready to go. They
put their drinks down, and we all ran out of the room and down
the hall to where I left Claudie.

When we ran into the small room, there she was, laying down on
the couch, naked as a jay bird. All she had on was her garter
belt, stockings and Sergios. Kind of cool looking laying there
like that, I must say.

The chaperones thought so, too. They rushed right over and
started checking the poor girl out. I couldn't believe it when
Mrs. Helenski grabbed her boob like that, and what was Mr.
Wheeler opening her legs for. I might have been shocked, if I
wasn't slipping out of the room.

I noticed two gentlemen wearing bad sport jackets, string ties,
cowboy hats and walking boots heading on in there. They had
badges out and were saying, "We're the Texas Rangers! We heard
that there was child molesting going on here and we caught you
red handed, so you're under arrest."

Kind of funny watching all the chaperones being handcuffed and
put in the back of the van. You don't have to feel that sorry for
them, though. I just told the boys to take 'em way out in the
country and drop 'em off near a roadhouse. Figure they will spend
the night getting drunk, and make up some good story to explain
what happened when they get back in the morning.

Well, now we were ready for some real fun.

As I walked toward the stage, the Predtones were transitioning
from the Yellow Rose of Texas to The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You.
Don't know how the boys do it, but it must have something to do
with talent. Wow, Pred sure can play that slide trombone.

I noticed that Pred had a tip jar set up. It was empty, of
course, since most 14 year olds don't know enough to tip the
band, specially for shitty music like the boys had been playing.

Well, I dropped a $1,000 in the kitty and asked Pred to start
playing some slow two steppin' music. I just about fell over when
the band started playing some George Strait songs with Pred up
there singing his ass off.

That got the crowd going all right.

I grabbed on to the first boy that happened by and told him we
were dancing. Course him being the regular size for a boy in
Texas, that meant we were dancing cheek to tit. And, yes, he
"accidentally" grabbed my ass as you might have guessed.

Normally, a boy who did that to me would get a quick knee in the
balls and spend the rest of the evening in pain. Well not
tonight.

I moved my chest around a bit to make sure the boy was getting a
complete tittie facial. He was having a good time playing with my
ass, and my body was beginning to have an effect on him. I could
feel his jumbo stiffie pressing up against me.

As soon as I felt it, I started rubbing up against him, and made
sure I got my leg in between his, and then gave his dick a real
workout. Next, I put my hand on his neck and tickled him a little
bit, to see if he was still paying attention. I also let him know
what other kinds of "accidents" could happen when I pulled his
hand on to my tit and left it there. Kind of confusing for him,
but he knew what he liked, I guess.

It took about 90 seconds for him to come in his pants, and I
pretended not to notice until he stopped cumming. When I no
longer felt his dick throbbing up against my leg, I stepped back
and acted all shocked and stuff.

"Denny Joe, how embarrassing for you boy. Here, stand behind me
and we'll sneak on out of here before anyone sees that big ole
stain in the front of your pants."

Off we went into one of the other rooms in the club. Denny Joe
was walking right behind me, and he was red as a beet.

"Okay, Denny Joe, we've got to do something about those pants.
You can't be walking around like that, and what will your mother
say when she sees that cum stain, boy."

The burnt sienna pants the boy was wearing sure made the cum
stain real noticeable. I thought he was gonna shit his pants, he
was so scared.

"Tell you what, I'll help you out. I know where the laundry is in
this place. I can wash and dry those pants in no time and you'll
be all shiny and new."

While I was talking, I pushed him over to a chair and started to
pull his boots off. I threw one of my legs over his and faced
away from him so I could give his boot a good pull. I made sure
that his leg got a good pussy rub down, and that he got a real
good up skirt look at my ass as I bent forward to pull off his
boots. Guess he hadn't seen anything that attractive before so
he just watched me as his clothes started to come off.

I made him stand up next, and had his pants pulled down and off
before he even knew what hit him. "Dang boy, that shit's all over
your shorts, too." I pulled them suckers off while I was talking.
"And, looky here, it's on your shirt, too. What the hell did you
do to yourself." The shirt was coming off as I was talking.

Well, I didn't want to completely disrobe the poor boy, so I let
him keep his socks and bolo tie on. Once I had him stripped down
to his skin, I told him to get in the closet and wait there until
I got back with his stuff.

As soon as he closed the closet door, I went over to the window
and threw his clothes outside, and then headed back to the
dance floor.

When I arrived back in the main room, I noticed Claudette leading
a boy out the front door. I decided to follow her to see how well
she was doing with her part.

Texas gives out driver's licenses to anyone who lives on a ranch
at age 14 whether they can drive or not. That means that just
about every boy here drove his car. The boy that Claudie was with
had a nice Mercedes, and I saw them getting into the back seat of
that fine looking vehicle when I arrived on the scene. I decided
to get a little closer to the car so I could see what was going
on.

She was supposed to tell the guy it was her first time, and that
she wanted to be fucked by a Texan. She had thought about how
wonderful it would be ever since she was a little girl living in
Canada.

Well, it took the boy about ten seconds to strip completely after
hearing that good news. Claudette had her dress off, too, and
jumped right on him. I watched as she fucked his brains out, and
I'm sure that boy never had anything like that happen to him
before or since. After a very short period of time, the guy got
his rocks off, big time.

As soon as he came, Claudie grabbed both their clothes, jumped
out of the car, and ran toward where I was hiding. "Claudie, it's
me. Hey, how come you fucked that boy? Why didn't you just grab
his clothes and make a run for it once you had him stripped?"

She just looked at my as if I didn't know anything and said,
"Katie R, I'm a Canadian and we believe in fair play. It wouldn't
have been right to get him to take off his clothes unless I
fucked him. Besides I was a little tense anyway."

No use arguing with the girl when she is in one of those moods.
We just headed back to the dance to see who else was around.

It was too damn easy. Before you could say Pred and the
Predtones, every closet in the place had a naked boy in it. Most
of the cars in the parking lot were filled up with the same
cargo. We would have been able to get the job done a lot quicker
if Claudie didn't have to fuck each and every one, but you just
can't tell that girl anything.

None of the girls seemed to notice anything was happening as the
boys disappeared. They were all off talking about hair spray, and
other stuff that girls in Texas Society feel is important so they
missed all the action. The Predtones started playing polka music
when they finally noticed no one was dancing. Man, that tuba sure
can wail and scream.

Our next step was to play cutting horse. We would get four girls
separated from the herd and then ask 'em to join us in another
room. That part was real easy when they found out what we had in
mind.

The highest honor any woman in Texas Society can obtain other
than marrying someone richer than her daddy, is to become a
cheerleader. Well, when we told these girls that we were
interviewing for Junior Rodeo Cheerleaders, they got so excited
that it never occurred to them they never did see a cheerleader
at a Junior Rodeo event.

I had one cheerleader costume made to order for the occasion. It
was so cute. It had a little white fringe vest, tiny white skirt
and red thong panties. Just the kind of outfit most of the high
school cheerleaders wear around here, so it looked real
authentic.

While we were talking, I gave each one of them a taste of Jack
out of the flask I was carrying. They all thought it hit the spot
real good.

"Okay, girls. We need to see how you look in this outfit. So if
you don't mind, could you slip out of your clothes and try it
on." I knew they wouldn't mind in the least because I'd been
hanging out with girls like this all my life.

The room looked like a strip tease in high speed. Clothes were
flying through the air. In no time the four girls were standing
there in nothing but their high heels waiting to see who got to
try on the uniform first.

Ummm, not so fast, babes.

"Well girls, as you may know, there is quite a bit of demand for
the cheerleader jobs. You would be the ones we had in mind, but
we kinda figure you need to take care of us, too." Of course
they agreed that they would owe us and so forth. Yep, they would
be willing to do anything to get picked.

Now I was really only waiting for the drugs I put in the Jack to
work, but they did look so cute standing there all naked and
everything. I just had to go for it.

"Here's the deal. Claudie and I always wanted to see what girl-
girl sex was all about. (Yah, I know, but they might get
suspicious if I told 'em the truth.) So, if you would be willing
to put on a little show, the job is yours."

You might think there would be some objection or other when I
said all that. No, no, these girls had their priorities. A little
degradation and humiliation was nothing to them. Happened all the
time around here. They knew they just had to do things like this
to get what they wanted in life.

I pulled two chairs into the center of the room. Claudie and I
sat down and we had a perfect view of the couch. I asked two of
the girls to get on the couch and go for the gusto with a little
sixty nine action. Guess it wasn't the first time for either of
them. They got right to it and looked very hot in the process. I
must say that the girl on top had one of the finest looking butts
I'd ever seen. Her tits jiggled around real nice as she was going
down on the other girl.

We made the other two girls get between our legs, and they gave
us a little super slurpy while we watched the floor show. I
wasn't paying a lot of attention to Claudie, but I did hear her
making a lot of noise, so I suspect she got off about the same
time I did. One thing you can count on in Texas, is that girls
know how to have a good time.

Good thing we got off when we did, cause the girls started
falling asleep right about then. After they passed out, we
dragged their bodies into the next room and headed back to the
dance.

It took 12 more trips to strip all the girls and stack 'em up in
the next room. Now we didn't have sex with every single one, but
there were quite a few cute ones where we just couldn't miss the
chance. Took us a little longer, but they certainly were worth
it.

It didn't seem like any time went by when we heard the back door
of the country club slam open. It sounded like a large mob of
people were coming down the hall and they didn't care who knew
it.

Wow, it's Warren M!

Claudette and I watched as Warren M, the handsome stranger and
most important pimp in all of Kangarooland, stormed through the
door with his gang of cutthroats.

"Yikes! Look at that suave man", said Claudette with a look of
unbridled lust on her face as she checked Warren M out.

The handsome stranger presented an imposing if unusual figure. He
had on tight Australian shorts, showing his bronze muscular legs,
and an open Drizabone oilskin coat that almost reached the floor.
No shirt. His handsome face was slightly obscured by the matching
leather bush hat.

When he looked into Claudette's eyes, she felt an urgent need to
force something, anything into her pussy.

When he spoke, everyone listened. "Fucking oath, mate. I reckon
any one of these bitches will make me a fortune when I put her on
a street corner in Kings Cross, back in Oz.

Claudette thought, "Oz? Australia? What was this handsome
stranger talking about? These lucky girls were not only going to
get out of Big Spring, but they were going on vacation as well.
How very cool!"

Before Claudette could ask any questions, Katie entered the
conversation. "Hi, Wozza!"

"Hello Darlin', you've earnt the right to call me Wozza now that
you've pretty much furnished all the hookers in Sidney. Shit, the
Ozzie babes I used to have working for me were just looking for
labor movements and benefits, whereas your girls will fuck
anything that moves, without asking too many questions. Glad that
you told them that the minimum wage in Oz was 2 bucks Canadian
per hour. That's really keeping the expenses down, girl. Do you
realize that $2 in Canadian is only one yen in real money. I
almost feel bad taking advantage of all those young ladies.
Bwahahahaha."

"OK, Warren Em, I want $25 thousand American for each of these
babes.  Since they are from Texas and over the age of 12, you can
pretty well count on them being ready for some real hot action
with all comers."

"I don't pay retail for anything or anyone, babe. I'll give you
15 thou in cash for each one, and two 1st class tickets DownUnder
to try out some of the more exotic delicacies that we offer to
discerning cunts like you and Claudette. Y' know, there's a
boarding school called St. Alphonso School for Girls in the Blue
Mountains just outside Sydney, that you might like to spend a
year at helping these girls learn how to satisfy the more
discerning Ozzie clientele. The Head Mistress is an... associate
of mine."

I wasn't used to being underpaid, but somehow this Warren M made
it seem like I was the one getting the bargain, and I had to get
rid of these babes so I went along with his offer.

As for Wozza, I knew he was figuring a 14 year old who could give
super head could turn at least $50 profit a trick, 5 times a
night. That's $100,000+ a year. And, when he found out that these
girls were able to do certain specialties, he would make a
shitload more. In any event, I knew he needed something hot
kneeling down in front of him on the long flight back to the land
down under. The way he was looking at that cute blonde with the
big tits, I figured he'd be waking her up to help make his trip
to Oz a little more enjoyable.

"Thirty hours is ten loads of cum she'd be swallowing - excellent
start to her training", was the last thing I heard him say before
he told his staff to start loading the trucks.

Wozza had a hard time stopping his lads from jumping all the nude
young girls. "You fuckers better get your asses moving! We got to
get these cunts out of her before anyone notices what we're
doing. Plenty of time for shagging once we get them on the
plane."

The boys started stacking the Flowers of Big Spring Society into
the back of their vans like cord wood. Warren M was used to being
obeyed and he never looked back as he walked smartly through the
back door of the Country Club dragging the blonde girl by the
hair.

The Big Spring Society girls were about to start their journey to
a life of total degradation and humiliation servicing any and all
in the most sordid red light district in Australia. Katie thought
they would be so happy with the big improvement in their
lifestyle.

"Katie, you only made $750,000 on this deal. I thought you said
you needed at least a million for an upcoming project." Claudette
forgot about their clothes and jewels. Since they wouldn't be
needing things like that anymore, I planned on having Mike sell
them while Claudette and I went on a much needed vacation.

---

Just before we hopped on a charter flight for England, I called
the Big Spring police and told them that a fag party was going on
at the Country Club. I knew that this would get the cops'
attention since the most evil crime in Big Spring is fagism, or
whatever they are calling now.

Well, as I understand it from the court records, the police
stormed into the Country Club and found most of the fifty naked
boys engaged in various types of homosexual activity. There were
a couple who tried to hold out, but the rest of the guys just
stuck 'em in the ass a couple of times and they quickly came
around.

The police couldn't believe it at first. That many gay boys was
quite unusual for this neck of the woods. Well, once they found
out that they were wearing burnt sienna pants and so on, it got a
little easier to understand. Must have been a sight seeing 50
naked boys being run into the Big Spring jail, and their parents
must have been so very proud.

---

I figured we would head to England and then pretend that we
escaped from the evil people who kidnapped us. We decided to tell
the authorities that we were kidnapped by someone named Tally Ben
Lauden figuring the government would decide that terrorists were
to blame and then spend all their time bombing some little
country in retaliation. We might get medals or something, and no
one would think to investigate what really happened.

We landed at Heathrow and hopped on a train. I figured we would
be better heading down South to Hampshire seein' as how I'm a
Southern girl and all.

When we got to the Swathford on Leaky train station, there was
this nice woman giving candy to all the young girls getting off
the train. I already told Claudette that we should always take
candy from strangers just to see what they had in mind. I'd been
able to blackmail so many people by being smart about things like
that.

We found out the sexy babe's name was Hecate, and that she was
the owner of the Hecate Brewing Company. Way cool, but Claudette
does tend to ruin things, and the girl is just so unromantic.

"Okay Hecate babe, you don't have to waste any more candy on us.
We'll let you do us both a couple of times as long as you promise
to call the police and tell them you rescued two of the poor
American girls who were kidnapped by terrorists."

Apparently Hecate found tX-Mozilla-Status: 0009orating. A few
days later, she called the police and they came right over.

Claudette and I were both worn out from all the action we were
getting from Hecate. The police figured the kidnappers were
responsible for the way we looked and decided not to ask any
questions given our tender ages and all.

----

I was so happy when we got back to the US of A, even though
Claudette and I would both be missing Hecate. Well, I did have
another million dollars for my special project fund, and all
those girls who thought they were going to beat me out for head
cheerleader when we finally got to University of Texas, Austin
were gone forever. And, best of all, those dorky boys were all
sent out West to San Francisco so their parents could avoid the
embarrassment of having a child who wore purple velveteen pants
hanging around the house.

I was kind of happy being back home, and the best part was no one
thought to blame me for any of this. Kind of cool, huh?

---

The End of a Story

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com

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