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Copyright (C) 1998, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@airmail.net, or
mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, File: ufm.txt from
ufm.zip http://www.mrdouble.com



   "Uncle Fuzzy's Money" Part One

   by Spangles Muldoon

   spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com

   Weasel-like Disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction.  (Probably.  Maybe.  You decide.) The author
does not condone any of the practices or actions herein.  The author fully
realizes and hopes you understand that many of the actions depicted in this
text are illegal, immoral, unjust, potentially dangerous, and otherwise not
socially acceptable.  The author suggests that if you have comments about
the behavior depicted, you should remember that this is most likely a work
of fiction and just get over it.

   If you are under eighteen or the legal age wherever you are, quit
reading now and erase this document.  If you are a prude or religious
zealot of any kind, you have my sincerest sympathy.  Before flaming me or
trying to convert me to your particular version of religious mind control,
keep in mind that I have been preached to, for, at, and about more than
anyone you can name.  Remember: In order to be a perfect member of a flock
of sheep, one must, above all, be a sheep.

   This is an adult text, written for and by adults.  It contains explicit
acts with persons under the legal age of consent, and situations that are
blatantly illegal, certainly immoral, and even downright rude.  Comments
about the general content, story idea, plot, construction, and of course,
general criticism are welcomed and encouraged.  Flames will be dealt with
accordingly.

   The basic concept of this manuscript leaves many options open for
additional installments, and additional installments are indeed currently
in work.  If sufficient positive comments are received regarding this
initial posting, additional installments will be posted as they are
completed.  Ideas for future installments are also welcomed and will be
considered.  Comments and suggestions can be sent to
spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com.

   This first installment is a bit slow in the startup, meaning that the
action doesn't begin for a while.  It contains background information that
is important to the understanding of the remainder of the story, so it is a
necessary evil in this case.  Bear with me, and you will be amply rewarded.
The author likes stories with at least some degree of a plot, which is
another reason that this is a bit slow in the start up.  It is also the
reason why this manuscript is not non-stop action like so many of the
stories out there.

   Other works in progress by this author include "My Own Personal Hell"
(MOPH for short), "American Made", "Same Tomorrow As Yesterday" (STAY for
short), and "Better Living Through Chemistry" (BLTC for short).  If you
like "Uncle Fuzzy's Money", it is likely that you will enjoy these as well,
even though they are each in a different vein.

   This is the first installment of "Uncle Fuzzy's Money".  The remaining
sections are still in various stages of construction.  If you like this and
would like to see more, let me know and I'll finish it and post it.  The
other stories (mentioned above) are still in work, and are all in various
stages of completion.  What happens to those is highly dependant upon the
comments received regarding this test posting.

   Section 1: Prologue

   My Uncle Fuzzy was a dreamer and a schemer.  His name was Lee, but he
had always been Uncle Fuzzy to practically everybody who knew him.  The
problem with his schemes was that they weren't good ones, and he wasn't
very good at them, but still he tried, and when one failed he just went on
to the next.  If nothing else, he was persistent.  Uncle Fuzzy worked full
time in a foundry.  I never knew what he did there, I just know he always
came home covered from head to toe in filth.  After work in the evenings
and on weekends he would be hard at work on one get rich quick scheme or
another.

   He worked quite a while making plastic resin grapes at home and building
lamps out of them.  He didn't make enough money to even cover his expenses,
and that failed completely when the fad died out.  He worked for a while on
making an electric device that would make worms come up out of the ground
so fishermen wouldn't have to dig for them.  Surprisingly, that failed as
well.  He then worked for a while re-filling table candles for restaurants.
That failed.  The list went on and on and on, and that was just the ones I
knew about.

   Uncle Fuzzy's most prized possession was a 1950 Mercury coupe.  It was
restorable, but not restored.  It stayed in an old shed near the back of
his lot, and he kept it covered with a tarp.  I had never heard it run, and
I wasn't too sure it even would.  Fact of the matter, I had never even seen
it completely uncovered or out of the shed.  It was one of Uncle Fuzzy's
many "one of these days" projects.  The thing was that he could have
probably had it in pristine condition if he didn't spend all his time and
money on get-rich-quick schemes.

   When I got out of high school, I moved out of the area.  The next time I
heard anything about Uncle Fuzzy was several years later, when I was
contacted to come to the reading of his will.  I knew Uncle Fuzzy had never
had much, and that there would probably be nothing of value come out of it,
but since I was in the will, I went to the reading.

   I thought about it a lot on the drive to the reading of the will.  Fact
is, I almost turned back at one point, thinking that there would probably
be nothing of value, and even if there was, it would probably go to one of
my cousins.  Still, I was curious, so I kept driving.  Besides, I figured
that if Uncle Fuzzy thought enough of me to put me in his will, the least I
could do was show up.  I arrived at the lawyer's office a little early, and
spent some time reminiscing with my cousins.  Eventually, the lawyer called
us in.

   As I had figured, Uncle Fuzzy didn't leave much.  His schemes had taken
their toll, and he was almost a pauper.  Still, there was enough small
stuff that the reading of the will took quite a while.  Eventually, the
lawyer got around to me.  I figured by that time that there would certainly
be nothing of value left, but I had forgotten about one item.  His last
remaining possession was the Mercury, and he had willed it to me.

   A few days later, I borrowed a friends pick up truck and trailer and
went to get the car.  I used the pickup to pull the car out of the shed,
and once I had it in daylight, I removed the tarp.  It was the first time
the car had been uncovered and in daylight that I knew of.  It really
wasn't in too bad a shape, despite the years of storage, and looked like it
could still be restored fairly easily.  I winched it on to the trailer and
took it home, where I put it in my garage.  It was the next day before I
started looking at it closer.

   The first thing I did was pop the hood.  The engine looked original, and
was surprisingly clean.  It had dirt and cobwebs on it, but it had no
traces of oil leaks.  Just for grins, I checked the oil, and found it clean
with no trace of moisture in it.  All the tires were weather checked and
flat.  The body was in pretty good shape.  No major dents or anything.  The
paint was pretty bad.  The interior appeared to be original, and was not in
the best of shape.  The interior had the musty old "stored under a tarp in
a shed for years" aroma.

   From my examination so far, it appeared that there were no major parts
missing.  It would be a fairly easy restoration, but it would still take a
lot of work.  I opened the trunk next, and to my surprise found it almost
full of old suitcases.  I grabbed the first one and started to lift it out
of the car.  It was surprisingly heavy, but I managed to get it out and lay
it on the garage floor.  I started to open it, and found it was locked with
one of those miniature suitcase padlocks.  I busted the lock off easily
with a screwdriver and unzipped the case.

   When I lifted the lid, I found the suitcase was full to the brim with
money.  There was bundle after bundle of twenties, fifties, and hundreds. I
picked up a bundle and leafed through it, amazed at my fortune and confused
about it's source.  All sorts of visions danced through my head, thinking
of all the ways I could spend this.  My senses came back, though, as I
remembered that Uncle Fuzzy had been a poor man.  Even an eccentric would
have spent enough money to live a reasonably good life, and I knew that
Uncle Fuzzy had been living like a pauper for most of his life.  As I
looked at the money a bit closer, though, the answer became obvious.  It
was counterfeit, and not very good counterfeit at that.  Certainly not good
enough to pass more than a glancing examination.  Anything more than a
quick look would instantly reveal that it was phony.  The "feel" was pretty
good, but the "snap" was not there.  The printing was not as sharp as it
should be, and the color was a bit off.  I had been too caught up in the
moment to notice it at first, but now that I looked at it was pretty
obvious.

   In all, there were nine cases of varying sizes, each full.  The quality
of the counterfeit in each varied greatly, from extremely poor to probably
passable.  I guess they were the result of several attempts to get it
right. Three large cases of counterfeit would pass most cursory
examinations, but would be detectable with a detailed examination.  Four
cases were marginal, and might pass a quick examination under the right
circumstances.  Two cases were a joke, with the quality so bad that there
was no way it would ever pass.  I didn't count any of it, but there was a
huge amount.  Obviously, Uncle Fuzzy had been working on this one for a
long time.  The question now was what to do next.

   For lack of a better idea, I put it all back in the cases except for one
bundle of reasonably good looking fifties, which I kept out.  I put all the
cases back in the trunk of the car and locked it.  This would require some
thought.  A lot of thought.  I stuck the bundle of fifties in my jacket
pocket and went in the house.  I had a rather restless night, and ended up
not sleeping much at all.

   It was four days later and I still had not decided what to do.  I was
driving around town that evening thinking it over, thinking about all the
things I wanted and needed and about all the money I had.  Hell, it wasn't
money.  Who was I kidding?  There was no way I could use it without getting
caught.  Even the best of it wasn't good enough to pass a close
examination. It could never be passed in a store or a bank, and anything
more than a quick glance would detect it as fake.

   The better bills might be passable at night under low light conditions
in situations where it wouldn't be examined too closely.  It couldn't be
passed at a restaurant, bar, or a club, because they were always on the
lookout for phony money and were trained on what to look for.  On top of
that, most of them had detectors of one sort or another.  I couldn't make
any purchase that required any kind of I.D.  or registration, because that
would be easily traceable.  I came up with the idea that I could read the
classifieds and arrange evening appointments to buy items of value from
individuals, then I could pawn them for the cash or re-sell them.  The
problems with that were that I would be very limited on how many times I
could do that in any particular town.  I would also have to use an ID to
pawn anything, and I wouldn't be able to advertise for sale the things I
bought.  Then there was the registration issue.  I couldn't buy any big
ticket items like cars because I would have to register them, and it would
take too many small items to make any money.  All in all, not a good idea.
I couldn't buy things with it, I couldn't just throw it away, I couldn't
turn it in, and I couldn't get caught with it.  I began to understand why
Uncle Fuzzy had just stuck it in the car and left it.  I kept driving,
hoping for a revelation.

   As I drove around, I noticed a whore on the street corner.  She was
ugly, and certainly not worth the risk, but the idea did intrigue me.  This
had possibilities.  Darkness, no I.D.  involved, and very little risk of
the money being closely examined.  On the other hand, they did handle a lot
of money, and might notice the different feel and look, even in the dark.
Still, it was an idea.  I drove around a bit longer, hoping to run across a
likely candidate.  I saw several, but not one that was worthy of my time.
Even so, there was still the nagging thought that they might be able to
detect a counterfeit (even a pretty good counterfeit).  On top of that,
there was the very real possibility that I might hit on an undercover
policewoman.  Hell, that would be all I needed.  Not only busted for
soliciting, but also getting caught with a pocket full of counterfeit
fifties.  They would put me so far back in the hole they would have to send
me sunshine through a pipe.  As I drove, my mind was in overdrive. 
Thoughts kept coming into my head.  Things I had heard all my life, like
"All women are basically whores.  You always pay for it, one way or the
other".  Then it came to me.  I had a plan.

   Section 2: Cactus Jack's

   I immediately drove out to Cactus Jack's.  Cactus Jack's was a video
game room out on the far west side of the city.  Cactus Jack's wasn't the
biggest game room in the city, or even the best for that matter, but it's
location made it a magnet for teenagers, particularly on weekend nights. 
Even though video games didn't interest me, I went there sometimes, mainly
to enjoy the view.  There were usually young girls there in abundance, even
on weeknights.

   As always, Cactus Jack's was crowded.  There were as many people in the
parking lot near the building as there were inside.  I parked in the far
reaches of the parking lot where the lights didn't reach, and walked toward
the building.  The building was surrounded on three sides by trees, and it
was possible to go only a few yards into the woods and be completely
invisible from the parking lot or the building.  That was one of the
reasons Jack's was popular.  The woods were a great place to slip off and
smoke dope or drink between games at Jacks.

   Teen girls were everywhere.  I saw several that interested me, but I was
looking for something specific.  I had to find a girl who interested me,
and who preferably was there alone and in a position that I could make my
pitch without interruption.  She also had to be one that looked like a
likely candidate, one that I felt I could talk to, and one that I could
make a clean get away from if the need arose.  I didn't find anyone who met
all those requirements, so I had to make do.  I found a girl near the back
of the parking lot, not far from where I had parked.  She was brunette,
kind of drab looking, wore glasses, and didn't have a spectacular build. 
Average would be the descriptive word, I guess.  I figured her to be about
sixteen or seventeen.  She was not the type who would ever be homecoming
queen or a cheerleader.  She had on a really long, oversized T-shirt with a
pocket, tennis shoes, and loose fitting gray gym shorts.  Whatever build
she had was well hidden under the loose clothing.  She was sitting on the
trunk of an older model Sunbird.

   When I got over to her, I started with small talk, and soon we were
chatting away.  She told me that she had come with a couple of friends and
that she had run out of money.  One of her friends was inside playing
games, and the other was off in the woods smoking dope.  I had already
decided on some sort of a direct approach, but what I did not know was what
kind of pitch to make.  The money comment she made was a great lead in.  It
fit into my plan very well, but I was also unsure about the amount to offer
her.  If I went too low, it would probably blow up in my face if she was
put off and didn't try to negotiate for more.  On the other hand, I didn't
want to go too high and look suspicious, but it had to be high enough to
get her interested immediately.  I took a shot.  I told her that if it was
money she needed, maybe we could make a deal.  She seemed interested, so I
continued.  Pulling a number out of the air, I offered her $150 cash to let
me fuck her then and there.  She obviously thought I was kidding, and she
laughingly agreed.  "Yeah, right.", she said.

   It was only when I pulled out three of Uncle Fuzzy's fifties that she
realized I was serious, and she began to back track quickly.  She was
stuttering and stammering, trying to come up with something to say.  Before
she could come up with an objection, I told her that I would make it $200.
She quit stammering and thought about it for a minute, then said okay.  I
pulled out another fifty and slipped the $200 into her T-shirt pocket.  She
got down from the trunk and started to get in the car.  I stopped her and
reminded her that I had said then and there, and that is what I had meant.
She looked at me quizzically.  I told her to take off her shorts and
panties and toss them in the car, and then to get back up on the trunk. 
She looked at me like I was crazy.  She then scanned the area and said that
there were a lot of people around, and asked what if we got caught.  I told
her that it really didn't concern me, and that the kick of maybe getting
caught was in part why I had offered her so much money.

   Glancing around one more time, she took her shorts and panties off and
laid them on the trunk of the car, and then hopped back up there herself.
Her shirt was long enough that you really couldn't tell she had nothing
else on.  I had her scoot over to the side of the car and put her feet on
the back tire on the driver's side and move right up to the very edge of
the trunk.  This forced her legs open and placed her pussy at exactly the
right height for me to slip in to.  I thought briefly about fingering her
pussy and maybe getting a quick feel of her tits, but I was running on pure
adrenaline at this point.  I unzipped my pants and freed my aching dick and
balls, then moved into position.  I guided my dick to her pussy and probed
for her entrance.  When I found it, my dick slid in easily, right up to the
balls.  She let out a soft, involuntary moan when I bottomed out inside
her.

   Considering that there had been no foreplay, she was amazingly wet.  Her
hole was hot, almost uncomfortably so, and while it was not tight, it was
comfortably snug.  I began to fuck her slowly, making slow, deliberate,
full length strokes.  From a distance, it would look like we were just
talking or maybe making out some.  There was just enough light that I could
look down and watch my dick sliding in and out of her pussy.  I began to
fuck her harder and faster, and she began to look around nervously.  The
pressure was building in my balls to the point that I knew I couldn't hold
back much longer.  Everything about this only added to my excitement,
getting some under-aged pussy from a girl who I had never seen before,
outside, in a parking lot with every possibility of getting caught, and
paying for it with counterfeit money.  That, on top of the adrenaline rush,
made the pressure in my balls unbearable.

   My first shot of come launched into her with tremendous force, and it
was followed by several more, each one lessening only slightly in force and
volume.  When I had finished, I kept my dick inside her for a moment,
enjoying the feel, then pulled it out of her.  She was anxious to get down
and get her shorts back on, so I moved out of her way so she could.  While
she got dressed, I put my dick in my pants and fixed my clothes.  I started
to leave, and she said that she didn't even know my name.  I told her it
didn't matter.  This was going to be a one-time thing, and I would never
see her again.  It was only then that she said "What if you made me
pregnant?" "What if I did?", I responded.  I took one last look at her,
then turned and disappeared into the darkness.  As I walked across the
parking lot toward where my car was parked, I saw her heading toward the
door to Jack's.  It made me hard again just knowing that she was carrying a
huge load of my come in her pussy, and that she might even be pregnant.

   It was the following weekend before I had a chance to try again.  The
first time had been a kick, and I spent the rest of the week thinking about
how to do to do it again, and how to make it work with girls I really
wanted.  The first time was great, and it kept me on a high for days. 
Still, I wanted to take this to an even higher level.  I came up with
several ideas on how, where, and when to do it.  It was still a tedious
game, though, because there were too many things that could go wrong with
even setting it up, and a ton of things that could go wrong in executing
the plans.

   Section 3: Can Girl



   That weekend, I drove out in the country to an old salvage yard I knew
about to see if I could find an old Merc I could use for parts to build a
street rod out of the coupe.  At that point, I wasn't sure if I was going
to go back stock or build a rod out of it.  It really depended on what
parts I could come up with.  In any event, I spent most of Saturday
scrounging around old salvage yards with relatively little success.

   I left the last salvage yard about two in the afternoon and headed back
toward the city.  About a half-hour outside the city, I left the highway
and went into a Yukon to get something to drink.  I stopped at a
combination gas station / convenience store on what was probably the
busiest corner in town.  I had actually planned on going to a Sonic or
McDonalds or something, but the place on the corner caught my attention.

   The reason it did was because there was a free carwash (with donations
accepted, of course) going on there.  I always made a point to look at
those, although I never had my car washed at one.  There was almost always
young, nubile girls wearing skimpy, wet, clothes or swimsuits at those. 
That, of course, was always worth a look.  This one was no exception.

   The store itself had at some time in the past been a gas station, and it
had been converted into a convenience store.  They had bricked in where the
garage doors used to be and put in some windows, and that area made up most
of the store.  Like most gas stations, the restrooms were at the end of the
building, and were accessed from outside.  I noticed that both restroom
doors were partially open.  I parked at the end of the building, so that I
could look out the windshield and watch the car wash.  There were about a
dozen girls there and a couple of older women who were probably advisors.

   This was one of those all too rare instances where there was not a dog
in the bunch.  Granted, there were some that I would have preferred over
some of the others, but there was not one in the group that I would have
declined.  All of the girls were skimpily dressed, including the ones out
by the street holding signs and yelling at passers by.  A few had on bikini
tops and cut off jean shorts.  Others had on gym shorts and tee shirts. 
Several were wet enough that I could tell that they were not wearing bras,
even though I was a good distance away.

   I sat in the car for a moment, enjoying the view, and thinking about
whether I should take the car over and let them wash it.  I didn't want or
need it washed, but it would give me a chance to hang around them and get a
closer look.  I decided to go into the store and get something to drink,
which was what I had stopped for in the first place, then decide when I
came out whether to do the car wash or not.

   I had no sooner stepped out of the car and closed the door when one of
the girls approached me.  I was still keeping an eye on the car wash, so I
really didn't see her when she came up to me from the side.  She started
talking as soon as she was close enough for me to hear her.

   She said they were cheerleaders and pep squad members trying to raise
money to accompany the band to some sort of combination band camp / spirit
camp thing.  While she was talking, I was preoccupied with checking her
out. She had long blonde hair, and it appeared to be natural.  I estimated
her to be about sixteen or seventeen.  She was wearing a loose fitting
cropped t-shirt and loose fitting gray gym shorts.  She was built on the
small side, but was very firm and athletic looking.  I couldn't tell for
certain, but I was pretty sure she didn't have a bra on.  I couldn't detect
any straps through her shirt, but I didn't see any evidence of nips,
either. There was absolutely no sag to her tits at all, but that could have
been because of her athletic build, small size, and age.  She was a bit on
the tall side, probably three or four inches taller than the other girls in
the group.  My dick was hard already.  When she had finished her initial
speech, I asked her some specific questions about the camp to keep her
there while I figured out a plan.  I had plenty of Fuzzy money with me, but
the circumstances here were less than Ideal.  It would be risky, but I
decided to go for it anyway.  When she had finished answering my questions.
I told her that I would like to help out, but I had no interest in having
my car washed, and that I wasn't the kind of guy who would make a donation
and not receive anything in return.

   She seemed perplexed by the statement, and just stood there silently. 
Throwing caution to the wind, I continued.  "Look," I said, "I'm not a game
player, so let's just get to the point.  I'm not interested in your
fundraising cause, but maybe we can work something out.  How about if I
were to donate five hundred dollars to you personally, and you could do
what you wanted with it?" "That would be great," she replied, "but you said
you wouldn't donate money without getting something in return." "That's
right," I told her, "are you interested?" "Maybe." She replied, "I guess it
depends on what you want in return."

   "Surely you can't be that na�ve", I said, "but I'll spell it out for
you. Quite simply, I will give you five hundred dollars to let me have sex
with you right now.  What you do with the money is entirely up to you." She
started to interrupt me, but I stopped her and continued "I'm going inside
to get something to drink," I continued, "when I come out, I'm going into
the men's restroom.  I'll leave the door unlocked behind me.  I'll stay
there for three minutes.  If you want to discuss this further, come over
and knock on the door.  If you are not there in three minutes, the deal is
off." I didn't wait for her to respond, choosing instead to walk away and
go into the store.  I had not given her a chance to respond.

   I knew at that point that I was fairly safe.  After all, there was only
of three things that could happen next.  She could go and report me to an
Advisor, and I could deny the whole thing, since I had made sure there was
no one around to hear what I had told her.  She could ignore the whole
thing and just not show up, or she could show up and go through with it. 
No matter which way it went at that point, I figured I would come out of it
okay.  I purposely took my time in the store, not only buying something to
drink, but staying inside while I drank it.  I wanted to give her plenty of
thinking time.  I watched out the window, but could not see her from my
vantage point.  When I went finished my drink and went outside to make my
way around the building to the restroom, I still didn't see her.  The
restroom door was still ajar, as it had been when I arrived.  I went inside
and closed the door behind me, making a point not to lock it.

   The restroom was small, but clean.  The sink was in a small vanity that
was just about waist high.  There was a commode against one wall, and a
condom machine on the other.  I waited.  I figured that if she showed up at
all, she would wait until the last possible moment to do so.  Time seemed
to creep by.  Two minutes and forty-five seconds went by before I heard a
slight tapping on the door.  I opened the door about halfway, and she
slipped past me into the room.  I closed and locked to door behind me, then
turned to face her.  I started to speak, but she began before I could.

   "Look," she said, "I am willing to do this, not for five hundred.  I
want a thousand.  Second, you have to wear a condom.  I don't want to get
pregnant." She stood there silently, waiting for a reply.  I figured that
the deal was pretty much done since she was negotiating it, and I also
figured that she was asking for more than she would really do it for.  As
it turned out, I was right on both counts.

   I replied, "You aren't worth a thousand to me.  I can get a professional
all night for that, and there would be no condoms involved.  All I want
from you is a quickie screw.  That is certainly not worth a thousand to me,
especially since you want me to wear a condom.  I'll go seven hundred, take
it or leave it.  Also, it is pretty important that you understand that the
last thing I want to do is make you pregnant."

   She was silent for a moment, just looking at me.  I used the time to
look at her body a bit closer.  Her nips were popped, which indicated to me
that she had at least some interest in going through with this.  I could
almost hear the gears turning in her head as she thought.  After what
seemed to be an eternity of silence, she said "Okay.  I'll do it, but I
want the cash up front." I dug in my pocket and pulled out a wad of Fuzzy
money.  I counted out fourteen of Fuzzy's fifties, then put the rest back
in my pocket.  I held the fifties in my hand without comment.  She turned
away from me and slipped three quarters into the condom machine, and with
slightly shaky hands she turned the knob.  She retrieved the package from
the machine slot and turned to hand it to me.

   I folded the fifties over and slipped them in to the pocket of her gym
shorts as she handed me the condom package.  I moved around behind her, and
guided her to the vanity.  I grasped the waistband of her shorts and slid
them down, followed immediately by her panties.  I left them both in a pile
around her ankles.  I guided her to bend at the waist, and she grasped each
side of the vanity, moving her legs slightly apart.  I stepped back and
opened my pants.

   I could see just a little of her pussy hair, which was as blonde as her
hair.  I could see moisture glistening on her pussy lips, and knew that she
was ready.  She was watching me in the mirror, so I made a show of opening
the condom package.  I stepped closer to her before I started to put it on.
I turned slightly so that she could not see what was happening, then went
through the motions of putting the rubber on.  As I turned to do that, I
dropped the condom on the floor and put my foot on it.  What she saw looked
like I put it on, but in fact, I hadn't.  I stepped into position, and
guided my dick to her waiting pussy lips.

   I moved the head of my dick up and down her slit getting the head of it
slick with her juices, then guided it to her entrance.  I pressed forward
slightly, and the head of my dick slipped inside her.  I paused for a
moment, then pressed forward again, going in even deeper.  She was
amazingly tight, even though she was very wet.  I withdrew, leaving only
the head of my dick inside her, then pressed forward again, going deeper
insider her this time.  Once more, I withdrew, and this time I slid inside
her up to my balls, burying my full length inside her waiting pussy.  I
began to stroke in and out of her, gaining both speed and force with each
stroke.

   I fucked into her steadily from behind, really enjoying her young,
tight, blonde pussy.  I fought off the urge to pound her hard and fast,
because I wanted to enjoy this and make it last.  I could feel the pressure
building in my balls, though, and knew that I couldn't hold back much
longer.  Inevitably, it came.  I felt my load begin its journey, and I
buried my dick in her up to the hilt.  The first load went in to her like a
busted fire hose, and since I was bottomed out inside her, it pumped
directly into the very bottom of her pussy.  When my first shot started to
subside, I began to fuck her hard and fast, planting more and more seed
deep inside her pussy with each stroke.  She could obviously feel my come
jetting inside her, because she began to cuss me and try to get away.  She
knew now that the rubber had either broken or I had somehow taken it off
before I slipped into her.  She was pretty well pinned between me and the
sink, so her struggle to get away only increased my climax, causing me to
shoot even more sperm in her cunt.

   When my balls were finally empty, I held my dick inside her as long as I
could, acting as a plug to keep any come from leaking out of her.  When I
began to get too soft to stay in her any longer, her movements were finally
enough to make my dick slip out of her.  I stepped back, and began to get
dressed.  To say that she was mad would be an understatement.  "You bastard
!!"" she said "You promised you wouldn't come in me !!  I don't want to get
pregnant!!" "Look," I said "In the first place, I paid a lot of money to
fuck you, and I want full benefit.  I didn't pay you that much to shoot a
load into a rubber.  Second, what I said was that the last thing I wanted
to do was make you pregnant.  Well, I just did what I said.  The last thing
I did was make you pregnant, just like I said I would."

   By this time I had my clothes on, so I opened the door and walked out.
She was still nude from the waist down.  I left the door open behind me,
and she was still cussing me as she slammed it.  I got in the car and left.

   Section 4: Zaks

   I had gone to college in Weatherford, but it had been a very long time
ago.  One of my favorite hangouts there had always been Zaks.  It was a
popular hangout for all the college crowd, and the only decent rock club
within fifty miles.  Originally, Zaks had been upstairs in a motel out near
the interstate.  Eventually, they built a Morgan style building down the
road from the motel on old Route 66 and had vastly expanded the size of the
place.  The parking lot was for the most part dirt and gravel, especially
in the back areas.  I knew the place would be full of college girls, so I
packed my pocket full of Uncle Fuzzy's money and went there on a Friday
night.  I got there about a half-hour before the band started.

   I didn't get a table.  I chose to just wander around and do my shopping,
taking a seat at the bar when I got tired.  My first couple of passes
around the room didn't reveal anything much of interest.  What few girls
there were that looked interesting were inaccessible or unapproachable for
one reason or another.  I sat at the bar and had a couple of beers, then
made another cruise of the place.  This time it was more interesting.  I
saw a table near the back that had five girls at it.  Next to them was a
small empty table.  I took the small table so that I could observe and
listen for a bit.

   As was typical with a group of college girls, there were a couple of
real dogs in the group.  One girl was average, one above average, and one
was nothing short of superior.  It was obvious that they had been drinking
a lot for quite some time before they arrived, as they were already getting
to the load boisterous stage.  They were putting away pitchers of beer at
an amazing rate of speed.

   Their talk was about everything, rambling from subject to subject.  I
had no idea how to approach them, and at that point wasn't even sure if I
wanted to.  They solved that for me, though, when they started talking
about some guy they knew.  It got crude pretty fast, and the above average
looking girl eventually made the comment that she wouldn't fuck him for a
thousand dollars.  One of the other girls called her a liar, and that she
would fuck anybody for a thousand dollars.  After a brief silence, the
above average girl laughingly told her that she was right, and that she
would fuck anybody for a thousand dollars.  That was my opening.

   Before the conversation could die down or the subject could change, I
walked over to the above average girl and counted out a thousand dollars of
uncle Fuzzy's money onto the table in front of her.  "I heard what you said
and thought I'd take you up on it.  Let's go.", I said.  She looked at me
like I was crazy, at first, and then realized what I was talking about. 
She started trying to get out of it, but the other girls gave her no mercy
at all.  If she didn't do it, the other girls would never let her live it
down.  She stood up, put the money in her purse without looking at it, and
said "Okay.  Let's go." I followed her out of the club.

   "Let's go to your car, mine is not big enough." I said.  I followed her
across the parking lot to a really ugly old four door LeBaron.  This was
the first chance I had to really get a look at her, and even then it was
limited by the lighting in the parking lot.  She appeared to be nineteen or
twenty.  She was brunette, and had a nice build.  A bit bigger than I
prefer, but probably about right for most guys.  She had on a flannel shirt
and blue jeans.

   She opened the car door and got into the back seat, and I immediately
followed.  She kicked off her shoes and took off her pants and panties,
saying "Okay, let's get this over with." She laid back on the seat and
opened her legs, placing one foot on the back shelf and one on top of the
front seat.  I opened my pants and got into position.  There was absolutely
no foreplay.  I slid my dick into her cunt in three strokes, and settled
into a rhythm immediately.

   She lay there unresponsive, definitely a dead fuck.  Her hole was loose,
sloppy, and deep, almost to the point of having no sensation in it at all.
She ranked very high on the list of the worst fucks I had ever had.  Still,
I was determined to empty my nuts in her.  It took a long time, and
strangely enough, I was actually getting bored with fucking her.  The lack
of sensation was a real hindrance.  After what seemed to be an eternity of
humping her, I began to feel pressure building in my groin, and although it
took a quite a while, my balls finally began to pump sperm inside her
pussy. I continued humping, shooting more sperm in her with each thrust,
until there was no more left in me.  She had been a lousy fuck, certainly
not worth a thousand, but what the hell, it was bogus money for a bogus
fuck.  I hoped that I had made her pregnant.

   Section 5: E-City

   It was really sort of a fluke that I ran into them, or that they ran
into me, actually.  I was in North Carolina on a business trip, when one
evening I walked about a block from the hotel to the K-Mart.  As I
approached the parking lot, I noticed two teenaged girls carrying baskets
approaching people as they crossed the parking lot.  It looked like they
were trying to sell things out of the baskets.

   The girls looked to be fifteen or sixteen.  One was blonde.  Very
blonde, in fact.  She had long blonde hair that looked to be 'real'.  Her
eyebrows were the same color.  Her eyes were ice blue.  She was about 5'5"
or so, with a slight build.  She was wearing a western shirt and loose
fitting blue jeans.  The other girl was brunette.  She seemed to be the
older of the two, but that was just an impression.  I never did find out.

   She was about 5'8" or so, and had a short, curly haircut.  Her build was
bigger, but appeared to be proportionate.  Her loose fitting sweatshirt and
baggy pants didn't reveal much detail.  I guess they noticed me noticing
them, so they came over to me.  There was an assortment of items in the
baskets, and the brunette made the pitch.

   She said that they were selling things trying to raise enough money to
buy a car together.  She said they had found one they wanted, and that with
their savings, they needed $500 more to buy it.  All I heard was
opportunity knocking.

   When she finished, I made my pitch.  I told them that there was nothing
in their baskets that interested me, but that maybe we could make a deal
for the entire amount and maybe more.  They were interested.

   "Okay, here's the deal.  You girls do have something I want, but it is
not in your basket, and it is worth a good deal more than anything you have
in there.  At the rate you are going, it will take you years to get enough
money together to buy a car.  I'll make you a deal to earn it overnight. 
You could be driving by noon tomorrow."

   "First, let's talk about the financial side of things.  I'll pay you
girls $75 an hour each.  It will be paid in cash.  In ten hours, you will
have all the money you need to buy the car.  Naturally, for that kind of
money, you have to do quite a bit.  Simply, both of you must do whatever I
ask of you for the entire ten hours.  Anything and everything, with no
exceptions.  I will get a motel room, and the three of us will stay there
for the entire time.  You think it over, and come let me know.  I'll be
over there at Burger King getting a Coke for the next half hour." I turned
and walked away without waiting for a response.

   I went in Burger King and sat where I could see them out the window but
they couldn't see me.  I purposely sat in a back area away from the doors
and restrooms and from everybody else.  If they came in, I wanted no one
close enough to listen in.

   I could tell that there was a pretty heated discussion going on between
them, and a lot of very intent talk.  At one point, they walked away for a
while, out of my sight.  After a few minutes, I saw the brunette coming
across the parking lot.  The blonde was not with her.

   She came in to the Burger King, and then directly over to me and sat
down in the booth across from me.  She said "My friend Caryn doesn't want
to do it.  She's scared, although I am not sure what she is scared of. 
I'll do it though, but I want more money."

   I considered her proposal for a moment, then said "Not good enough. 
It's both of you or nothing.  I will raise the amount to $100 an hour each,
though, provided you get her to agree." "I'll try" she said.

   She went outside to a phone and made a call.  She was on the line for a
long time, and finally came back in.  "Okay.  She'll do it for $100 an
hour. When and where?" "I'll go make some arrangements and meet you back
here at 6:00." "Okay," she said, and left.

   I went down the street a few blocks and got a king suite at the Comfort
Inn using a phony name.  I picked up some box wine, cokes, and snacks from
the grocery store and ordered a large pizza.  When it arrived, it was
almost time to go meet them.

   They were right on time, and had not even bothered to change clothes. 
They followed me to the motel, where we slipped in a side door and took the
elevator to the top floor where the suite was.  They didn't talk much on
the way.

   Once we got to the suite, the brunette (I still didn't know her name,
and really didn't care to) said that she wanted proof that I could pay
them. She wanted to see the money.  I had anticipated that, so I had it
already counted out and stashed away.  I reached in a drawer and pulled out
a huge wad of Uncle Fuzzy's money.  I had purposely used twenties to make
it look like a lot more than it was.  I had also used a lot of the really
bad bills.  They were mixed in with the better ones.  It was more cash than
either one of them had ever seen before, and they were certainly impressed.
They whispered between themselves for briefly until I interrupted them.

   "Okay, I showed you the money, now show me what you have to offer for
it. Take off your clothes.  You won't be needing them for about ten hours."
I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.  They both began at the same time,
which made it difficult to watch them both.  The brunette was faster, and
was soon down to only her bra and panties.  She reached behind and
unfastened her bra, and with a slight shrug of her shoulders, it slid
forward and dropped to the floor.  Her tits were on the big side, bigger
than I preferred, and drooped some.  It wouldn't be too many years until
she had a real problem with them.  As she bent to take down her panties,
her tits swayed with gravity and pointed straight down.  Her bent over
position really emphasized the size of them.  As she stood, kicking off her
panties, my gaze was naturally drawn between her legs.  She had a lot of
hair on her pussy, so much that I couldn't even make out the beginning of
her slit.  All in all, her build was not bad, even though it was a bit on
the chunky side.  She stood quietly, waiting for instructions.

   The blonde was much slower.  I had the definite impression that she was
still not completely sold on the idea, but I really didn't care.  When she
took her bra off, her small tits remained in position, standing firm and
proud.  They were only a little more than a palm full, which suited me
fine. She was truly a petite, with her waist being a size that I could
probably fit both hands around and almost have my fingers and thumbs touch.
When she started removing her panties, she had only to start them down and
they dropped to the floor, unlike the brunette who had to roll them down
and kick them off.  They both stood in front of me nude, now.  I motioned
for them to join me on the bed, and they did, one on each side.  This was a
dream come true.  Two teenaged girls at my beck and call for ten hours.  I
was hard as a rock.

   The brunette reached down and picked up her purse.  She opened it and
took out a box of Trojans and placed them on the bedside table.  I looked
at her and said simply "I'm not going to use those." "What?" she said. 
"They weren't part of the deal.  I said anything I want, and you agreed.  I
don't want to use those." "But I don't want to take a chance on getting
pregnant, and neither does she." "I really don't care about that.  The deal
was for whatever I wanted.  You didn't put on any limits.  If you are going
to limit it now, then we have to re-negotiate the deal.  First thing,
though, you two had better decide between you what those limits are going
to be, and then I'll make new offer based on your limits."

   They both got up and went into the bathroom.  They were gone for a long
time, and when they came back, the brunette was again the spokesman. 
"First," she said, "you have to wear protection.  Neither of us is on the
pill, and we don't want to get pregnant.  Second, there will be no anal. 
Third, if you want to go down on either of us, it's okay, but we won't go
down on you."

   "That's an entirely different deal, then." I said.  "Certainly not worth
what I am offering to pay.  I am still interested, though, but for a lot
less money.  Let's make it simple.  I'll give you $250 each to fuck you
each twice, with protection.  "They whispered together quietly, and then
agreed, but only one of them at a time would be in the bed.  The other
would wait in the bathroom.  I agreed.  They whispered together some more,
and the brunette left for the bathroom.  The blonde came over and lied down
on the bed.

   I moved up next to her and started exploring her body.  Her pussy was
already wet, and I was more than hard enough.  I opened the box of Trojans
and took one out, then opened the package.  I opened my pants next, and
went through the motions of putting the rubber on.  In the process, I made
sure to puncture the end of it with my fingernails, basically ripping the
end out of it.  She had not looked down at all, and did not see what I was
doing.

   When I moved into position on top of her, she reached down to guide my
dick to her entrance.  I think she did that only to ensure that I had a
rubber on.  She let go as soon as contact was made, and never noticed that
there was no end in the rubber.  It took me a few strokes to get inside
her. I began to fuck in and out of her slowly at first, but gained speed
gradually.  I could feel the rubber rolling back on my dick as I fucked
her, moving further with each stroke until it had made its way into a roll
at the base of my dick, acting as a cock ring.

   My dick was almost completely uncovered as I fucked her.  I knew she
could feel the rubber bunched up on the base of my dick, but I guess she
thought nothing of it.  I continued to pound into her, and I could feel the
pressure building in my balls.  I knew I would come soon, and since the
rubber was acting as a cock ring restricting my come, I knew it would be a
huge load when it shot into her.  The pressure eventually built to the
point that even the rolled up rubber couldn't hold it back.  I buried my
dick in her to the hilt, placing the head of my dick against very bottom of
her pussy.  I held it there while my dick exploded my come inside her.  I
spray painted her insides, pumping my load directly into her.

   Shot after shot went into her, and after the first few had gone, I began
to fuck her again, keeping the pump going.  Each time my dick bottomed out
in her pussy, it planted more of my seed inside her.  She began to panic,
because she could feel my flood going inside her.  She was saying "Stop! 
Stop!  The rubber broke!  You're shooting inside me!".  I kept up my pace
until I had no more come left to shoot in her, until my balls were
completely drained.  I lay on top of her, letting my dick soak in the
mixture of our juices.  I stayed in her until my dick was too soft to
remain inside.  I wondered if I had any sperm left for the brunette.  The
blonde was not happy at all, but I reminded her that she had agreed to
twice.

   The blonde and the brunette traded places in the bathroom.  I guess they
talked it over while they were both in there, because when the brunette
came out, she stroked my dick with her hand until it got hard, and then put
the rubber on me herself, checking it closely once she was done.  I was
lying on my back, and she straddled me.  She gently rocked her pussy
against my dick, making it even harder than it already was.  She tried to
guide it inside her, but I kept changing my position ever so slightly to
keep her from getting it in her.  Finally, I reached between us and guided
it myself, ripping the end out of the rubber as I did.  This time, it split
down the length, and my dick slipped inside her bareback on the first
stroke.  She didn't notice.

   She began to bounce up and down on my dick, doing all the work, and even
though I had just drained my supply in Caryn, I shot a small but very
satisfying load deep inside her pussy.  I had the impression that she
didn't feel it, even though it felt pretty strong to me.  She kept humping
through my come, and didn't stop until she felt my dick begin to get soft
inside her.  She got off me and only then saw that I had a small pool of
come on my belly where it had leaked out of her pussy.  It was then that
she realized that the rubber had broken.  "Shit." was all she said. 
"Shit."

   Both girls were pissed at that point, but I really didn't care.  The
brunette said that since I had broken my word I should pay them and call it
even.  I said no, because they had agreed to twice each, and in the second
place, I had worn the rubbers as they requested.  The fact that they broke
was not my concern, my fault, or my problem.  On top of that, they had
provided the rubbers, not me.  I had no control over the quality of them.
They had insisted that I use them, and I had.  The fact that they had not
held up was not my fault.  I told them they could call it off and leave if
they wanted, but that if they did, they would not be paid.  They went to
the bathroom together and talked it over for a while.

   When they came back, they had not bothered to dress, so I figured they
had come up with some sort of plan.  I was surprised at what it was.  As
had been the routine, the brunette did all the talking, and the blonde just
nodded in agreement.  She said "We want you to pay us the full amount right
now, and we want to call off the rest of the deal." "Why would I do that" I
asked.  "Simple," she replied, "because if you don't, I'll pick up the
phone, call the police, and tell them that you raped us." While this could
be a problem, it caught me as amazingly funny, and I decided to play it
that way.  "Yeah, right!" I said, "and you're going to tell them what? 
Let's see�you could say I forced both of you to walk four blocks through
city streets in broad daylight, with no weapon, into one of the bigger
hotels in town, through the hallways, up the elevator and into a room,
where I then forced you both the strip.  Then I fucked each of you using
rubbers that you brought with you while the other one waited in the
bathroom.  I'm sure the police will buy that.  I think they would much more
likely believe that you are both prostitutes that I hired.  I'd get a fine
of $35 or so for soliciting, and you two would both go to jail.  No matter
which of us they would believe, are you ready for that to be on the front
page of the newspaper and on the six o'clock news?  " They started getting
dressed and so did I.

   I paused for them to comment, and when there was none, I continued. 
"You made a deal, and now you want out of it.  Okay.  Here's your out.' I
counted out two hundred dollars of Fuzzy Money and tossed it on the bed,
"Here's your pay, now take it and get the hell out.' The brunette picked it
up and counted it, then said "This is only two hundred.  That is not what
you agreed to.' "You're right,' I responded, "but you didn't do what you
agreed to, either.  I could have hired pros for half that.  Be glad you got
that.'

   The brunette was furious.  "You haven't heard the last of this.' She
said as she stormed out of the room.  The blonde was hot on her heels.  I
called after her "I think I have�'.  I watched out the window for them to
leave the building, and watched as they walked across the parking lot.  I
had no idea what she had in mind, nor did I really care.  Still, it wasn't
too wise to stay there, so I left the room, slipped out the side door, and
got in my rental car and left, heading back to Norfolk.  I was on a plane
home in about three hours.

   Section 6: McD

   I got into the habit of always carrying some of Uncle Fuzzy's money with
me, no matter where I was going.  There were a couple of instances when I
had opportunities come up but either didn't have any of it with me or not
enough to pull off what I wanted to do, so I made a habit of carrying some
all the time.  Usually, though, when I had some with me, the opportunities
never came up.  In this particular case, though, it did.

   I had popped into McDonalds to get a quick bite to eat.  I went to the
back near the restrooms and got a table.  It wasn't long before a couple of
employees came back and sat at the table next to me.  They were both girls,
both about sixteen or seventeen.  One was a real dog.  No doubt about it.
The other was not bad, but not spectacular.  She was not some one I would
have made any effort for.  Her features weren't that great, she was a
little on the chubby side, and her hair was really mousey.

   I minded my own business and listened to them talk.  They were talking
about their checks and comparing notes.  Neither one was happy with the
hours they had or the amount of their checks.  The better looking of the
two said that she didn't have enough to even make her car payment, let
alone get through the next week.  After a few minutes of this, the dog got
up and went into the women's rest room.  I turned to the other girl and
said "I couldn't help overhearing your discussion.  Maybe I can help.  I
may have something you can do to earn some money, if you are interested."
"I might be interested" she said, "Depends on what it is and how much money
is in it."

   "Well," I said, "It will take you between a half hour and forty five
minutes, and it can earn you, hmmmm......., let's say $200." "You're
kidding," she said "Who do I have to kill?" "Nobody," I responded, "All you
have to do is slip off into the restroom with me and let me fuck you a
couple of times.  That's it.  That's all." "You're kidding, right?"she
said. "No, not at all." I responded.  "All you have to do is go with me
into the men's room right now and let me fuck you, for which you will get
$200 in cash.  No strings attached."

   She thought about it for a few minutes, and then said "I don't know. 
What if we get caught?  What if I get fired?' "Okay,' I said, "I'll make it
$500.  If you get fired, that should be about what you would make in a
month.  If you don't get fired, it will be a nice bonus.  About getting
caught, well, that is a major portion of the kick.' "What if I get
pregnant??' "What if?', I said.  "If you do get pregnant, just pick out the
guy of your choice and fuck him a couple of times, then tell him it's his
baby.'

   I was pretty sure I had her, but she was still thinking it over.  It
didn't take long, though, before she agreed to do it.  I went to the men's
room first and made sure no one was in there.  I opened the door and
motioned for her to come in.  When she did, I pointed her to the stall in
the back and followed her in, closing and locking the stall door behind us.
I could tell that she was very nervous about the whole thing, but I knew a
way to get her over that.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of
Uncle Fuzzy's money.  She watched in awe as I rolled off a batch of
twenties, counting out $500 and putting the rest of the roll back in my
pocket.

   Just to be on the safe side, I had made it a habit to never let them get
a close look at the money or touch it when I was with them.  I was pretty
sure that it would pass a quick look, but I didn't want to take the chance.
I walked over to her and slipped the bills into her front pants pocket. 
"What now?' she said.

   "Take off your pants and panties', I said, "Let me see what I am
getting.' When she had them off, she stood before me in her McDonalds work
shirt, tennis shoes, and socks.  I took a long look at her pussy, then
stepped closer to her and placed my hand between her legs.  She was very
hot, and I could already feel the moisture leaking out of her.  I thought
for a moment of slipping a finger inside her, then decided not to. 
Instead, I moved my hand away and changed positions with her, so that I was
facing the door with my back to the commode and she was facing me.  Once
that was done, I dropped my own pants.  She seemed to pay a lot of
attention to my already hard dick, and I think I heard her catch her breath
when she saw it.

   I sat on the commode with my pants around my ankles.  I looked up at her
and said, simply, "Okay.  Fuck me.  Make me come in your pussy.' She didn't
hesitate.  She stepped forward and straddled me, placing one foot on either
side of the commode.  She bent her knees and lowered herself to my lap,
pausing when she felt my hard dick brush against her inner thigh.  She
paused for a moment, obviously waiting for me to guide my dick to her hole.
When it became apparent to her that I wasn't going to, she reached between
us and grasped my dick, placing it at the entrance to her pussy and
lowering her self further down until the head of my dick had slipped inside
her.  She took her hand away and slowly lowered herself further, placing
more and more of my dick inside her pussy.  She was very hot, wet, and
tight.  I was about half way inside her when she heard the restroom door
open.  She froze when she heard it.  Momentarily, we both heard the splash
in the urinal, and she remained motionless.

   I placed my hands on her hips and forcefully pulled her down onto my
dick, burying it in her up to the hilt.  It was unexpected, and it took her
breath away.  She bit her lip to keep from moaning.  I lifted her slightly,
then dropped her onto my dick again, then repeated it.  When we heard the
urinal flush, she picked up the rhythm herself, and began to ride my dick.
In a couple of strokes, she was into it to the point that she didn't hear
the water splash in the sink or the door open and close again.  She was
riding me to the best of her ability, and doing a very good job of it.  I
could feel the pressure building in my balls already, but I held back.  I
wanted her to really have to work to make me come, and she was indeed doing
that.  I also knew that holding back would increase my load dramatically
when I did come.

   Unfortunately, I couldn't hold back.  The combination of her fucking me
while she was wearing a McDonalds uniform in a McDonald's men's room,
combined with her tight pussy and the excellent job she was doing riding
me, was too much.  I felt my load begin its journey through my dick, and
the first shot went inside her hard.  She never missed a beat, and shot
followed shot deep inside her waiting pussy, until there was no more left
to put in her.  Still, she continued, milking every drop and more out of me
as she began her own climax.  I could feel her pussy rippling on my dick,
convulsing and relaxing as she climaxed.  She moaned loudly, unable to stop
it.  When she had finished, she remained in position with my dick softening
inside her pussy.  When she had caught her breath, she got up and stood in
front of me.  I could see a few drops of sperm on her pussy hair around her
hole, which made my dick start to stiffen again.  "That was fantastic.' I
said.  "Thanks.' came the reply.

   Section 7: Latina

   Partly because I got very busy and partly because I had a gut feeling to
lay low for a while, I went for over a month without using any of Uncle
Fuzzy's money.  I had even gotten out of the habit of carrying a large
quantity of it with me.  I did keep three fifties in the secret pocket of
my wallet, though.  I figured that it was always possible that something
could come up, and I knew I would be furious with myself if I missed a
prime opportunity.  I also figured that with only three fifties I could
claim ignorance if I was caught, saying that I had gotten it in change
somewhere.  I couldn't do that with a large stack.

   I had long made it a habit to go to the travel show each spring at the
Arlington Convention Center.  I had managed to get caught up enough at work
to be able to go, and I went on a Sunday afternoon.  The convention center
was only about five years old.  At the time it was being built, I was
broke, unemployed, and desperate.  I had managed to get a cash job doing
construction clean up inside the building in the weeks before the grand
opening ceremonies.  Because of that, I knew the building well, including
all the little nooks, crannies, equipment rooms, and back rooms that the
general public would never see or know about.  I was walking around the
travel show when I saw her.

   She was a Latina, which was not at all uncommon for the part of the
country.  She had obviously come to the travel show after church, as she
was very well dressed.  Her makeup was impeccable, and her jewelry was
costume, but not overbearing at all.  Just exactly right.  I see a lot of
Latinas in my day to day travels, and, in my opinion, there seems to be no
"middle ground' with them.  They are either gorgeous or they are not.  The
ones that are gorgeous are almost always breathtaking, and the ones that
are not, well, they're not.  This one was gorgeous.

   She was petite, which as you should know by now, is just my type.  She
had dark brunette hair with dark smoldering eyes.  She appeared from my
estimations to be about five feet five or so, and not much over a hundred
pounds.  My calibrated eye estimated 32-23-34 or thereabouts.  She was
alone, or at least seemed to be.  Her age was difficult to estimate.  Her
features indicated that she was on the young side, but her demeanor, dress,
and makeup made her look older.  Her petite size compounded the problem of
estimating her age.  My best guess at the time was that she was somewhere
between sixteen and eighteen.

   There was no question of if I was going to approach her or not.  I knew
that I had to, even though it was extremely risky in a place that crowded
and confined.  I really had no plan in mind about how to do it.  Still, she
was very interesting to me, so I decided to go for it.  I followed her
around the travel show for a while, observing her from a distance and
waiting for an opportunity.  It was a long time coming.

   It must have been over an hour later when a local band began to play on
stage, and she went over to the chairs set up for the audience and sat down
to listen.  She sat on the back row, well away from everyone else and near
the end.  I took the end seat in the same row, a couple of seats down from
her.  I was still trying to figure out how to break the ice when she did it
for me.

   She asked me how I liked the band, and said that this was the closest
thing to a concert she ever got to go to because tickets were so expensive.
It was a perfect lead in.  We chatted back and forth for a while, and I
took the opportunity to move to the seat next to her, telling her it was so
I could hear her better over the band.  We continued to talk, and it seemed
that almost everything she talked about was centered on money, or at least
her lack of it.  I was pretty sure I had a chance, but was still concerned
about making her an offer in such a public place.  After several minutes of
building my courage, I made my pitch.

   "Look,' I said, "It's obvious that you are very broke and very tired of
it.  Maybe I can help.' Then I took a huge gamble and jumped in with both
feet..  I told her point blank that I would give her a hundred and fifty
dollars in cash to let me fuck her just once.  She looked at me like I was
crazy, blushed a little, then turned away, saying "I'm not that kind of
girl, and if I was that kind of girl, that would not be enough money."

   I sat there silently for a moment, as did she.  She made a point of not
looking at me.  I was in a tight situation here.  The response she gave,
while negative, was not exactly a flat no, and the fact that she had not
slapped me or left when she said it also seemed to leave some room for
negotiation.  The problem was that all I had was three of Uncle Fuzzy's
fifties.  While I would have gladly offered her more, the simple fact was
that I didn't have any more to offer.  I needed another approach, and I
needed one quickly, but since I didn't have one, all I could do was wing
it.

   I spoke to her again.  "Look, maybe I was wrong.  I thought you were the
kind of girl who would like to make some money quickly and easily, and if
you're not, then I apologize for the implication.  Second, I know I am not
offering a great deal of money, and I certainly agree that you are worth
substantially more.  In fact, I would be willing to pay a lot more if the
circumstances were different.  If we were talking about you spending the
night with me, then it would be ten times what I offered.  If we were going
out to the car and doing it in the backseat, it would be easily triple. 
The thing is, though, that what I am offering is an exceptional amount for
what I am asking.  Since all I am asking for is a stand up quickie in a
back room, where you don't even have to take off your panties, it is only
worth one fifty.  If we do that and it goes well, we can discuss some other
options if you'd like.  Think it over, and if you decide you want to do it,
come find me.  I'll be walking around."

   Without waiting for a response, I got up and walked away.  It was a
gamble, but then again it wasn't.  All I had was all I had, and there could
be no negotiation.  She would either accept or not, and it was her call. 
If she didn't, well, nothing lost.  I was determined that I was not going
to look back as I walked away, but it was very hard not to.  Still, I
managed not to look, and just kept walking.  I had gone about thirty feet
when I heard her coming up behind me.

   "Wait," she said, "Let's talk".  I stopped and waited for her to make
the remaining steps to catch up to me.  When she got closer, she continued
"I want the money," she said, "and I'd like to talk about those other
options as well, but I don't want to get pregnant." She stood there
silently, waiting for a response from me.  I said "I understand that, but I
don't have a condom, and I seriously doubt that I could get one here at the
travel show." She was silent for a moment, wrestling with the dilemma.  She
obviously wanted the money, but she had a real concern about pregnancy. 
After an interminably long silence, she said "Will you pull it out before
you finish?  Will you make sure you don't get any sperm inside me?" I
smiled slightly, and fell back on a line that had worked before, "The last
thing I want to do is get you pregnant".  That statement seemed to satisfy
her, even though I had not agreed to her requests.  She seemed not to
notice that I had not agreed, and obviously didn't catch the double meaning
of what I had said.  "Okay," she said, "Let's do it." Now the immediate
problem became where.

   I led her to the back of the hall, and started looking for the door to
an equipment room that I remembered being there.  I scanned the back wall,
and didn't see the entrance, although I knew it was there.  About half way
down the back wall, there was a tour bus parked behind the booth for a tour
bus operator.  I figured the door had to be behind the bus, as I didn't see
it anywhere else along the wall.  I led her over to the bus, and slipped in
behind it.  The bus was close to the wall, but I could see the door now.  I
led her to it, hoping it was unlocked.  Luck was with me, because for
whatever reason, it was.  The position of the bus didn't allow me to open
the door all the way, but I got it open enough to slip in.  I found the
light switch near the door, turned on the light, and closed the door behind
us.

   The room was as I had remembered it.  It was small, about eight feet
square.  There was a huge cabinet type transformer box on one wall, and on
the other wall was a smaller boxy one.  The smaller one was the ideal
height for what I had in mind.  I led her over to it, and turned her so
that her back was to it.  It was that that point she stopped me and asked
for the money, which I quickly took out of my wallet.  I fanned it out so
she could see it, then folded it and placed it directly into the pocket of
her skirt, never letting her touch it, and only allowing her a quick glance
at it.  I placed my hands on her waist and picked her up, sitting her on
the edge of the smaller transformer.  As I had suspected, the height seemed
ideal.

   My dick was already uncomfortably hard and being restrained inside my
jeans made it almost painful.  I knew I had to get it out soon, as the pain
was getting pretty bad.  I raised her skirt as high as I could, then placed
on of my hands on each of her knees and moved them apart.  I was surprised
to see cotton panties.  This would be something new for me.  I could
clearly see that the crotch was slightly damp.  I moved the crotch of her
panties aside, and when I did it released a whiff of wet pussy smell.  It
made my dick throb that much more.

   I used my fingers to feel her pussy, spending some time massaging her
clit, then moving lower to her hole and slipping a finger inside.  I finger
fucked her a little bit, but could not detect a hymen.  Her pussy was a
tight fit for my finger, and I was wondering if she would be able to take
all of my dick.  I could feel her pussy convulsing on my finger, massaging
it, and I knew that if she kept that up with my dick in her, I would shoot
in her almost immediately

   Her pussy was very young looking.  Yeah, I know that is a strange
statement to make, but what I mean is that I couldn't see any pussy hair
(either there was none, or it was very fine or trimmed so that I couldn't
see it), and she had no visible pussy lips.  There was only a slit.  That's
what I mean by young looking.  The tightness of it led me to the same
conclusion.  The way she was gripping my finger meant that if she had ever
been fucked before, it couldn't have been more than once or twice.

   I moved my hands away from her pussy and opened my jeans, finally
relieving the confined dick.  I got my dick and balls out into the open,
and she made a point not to look down to see them.  I stepped closer to her
and guided the head of my dick to her entrance.  It took a couple of stabs
to get the head of my dick inside her, and when I did, she constricted her
pussy, stopping my advance and actually pushing me out of her a little bit.
I paused for a moment, and when I felt her relax her pussy, I pushed
forward again, this time slipping half of my dick in her.  Again she
contracted her pussy, and the feeling was exquisite.

   Apparently, the transformer she was sitting on was getting hot, and she
began to move around a little, shifting her weight from side to side.  That
only intensified the feelings she was putting on my dick.  I pulled almost
completely out of her, then pushed back inside.  This time, I bottomed out
in her pussy, and she gave a moan.  Although I was bottomed out in her, my
balls were still not against her pussy.  I couldn't tell exactly how much
of my dick was still outside her, but I knew that my balls weren't touching
her.  I pulled almost completely out of her again, then started to fuck in
and out of her, slowly and easily.

   I kept going slow, although it was extremely hard to do.  She kept the
little pussy convulsions going, massaging my dick with each stroke.  I
wasn't sure that it was a voluntary action on her part, but it sure felt
wonderful.  The pressure in my balls was intense, and I was almost forced
to fuck her harder and faster.  I was going even deeper inside her now, but
my balls were still not hitting her, so she had not taken the full length
yet.  It was only the fact that my balls were not bouncing off her that
kept me from coming immediately.

   My first shot went into her involuntarily.  I was trying to hold back,
but the pressure became too great, and I shot into her even though I was
trying my best not to.  Once the first shot had gone inside her, there was
no holding back.  Shot followed shot inside her, flooding her insides and
soaking her pussy.  I continued to fuck her, sending more sperm inside her
with each stroke.  It was so intense that my knees were actually getting
wobbly, and I wasn't sure I could remain standing.

   When I had completely emptied my balls, I pulled out of her and she put
her panties back in place.  I was physically weak from the strength of the
climax.  "That was wonderful.', I said.  She didn't comment at first, and
thought she was going to say something about me filling her pussy with
sperm but then she said "Okay.  Can we talk about an all night arrangement
now?  I like getting paid for that.' I guess she didn't realize that I had
shot my load in her, but she would have to be pretty na�ve to not know it.

   I had a dilemma now.  I certainly wanted to do an all nighter with her,
but there was no way I could let her out of my sight between now and then
if it was going to work.  If I made an arrangement to meet her for an
overnight then let her out of my sight, I was at great risk.  If she tried
to spend any of the money before she met me, I would be in a lot of trouble
and traceable.  If I could keep her with me, it might work, but I had no
more Fuzzy money with me.  That meant I had to go home first, and there was
no way in hell I could take her with me.  Damn, damn, and double damn.  She
was a great piece of pussy, and the prospect of an all nighter with her was
tempting, but there was just no way I could arrange it under the
circumstances.  I had her give me her phone number and told her I would
call her that evening to arrange something, even though I knew there was no
way I could.



   Section 8: Chldr

   There were a lot of things I always wanted to do, and Uncle Fuzzy had
given me the means to do a lot of them.  Like many guys, I had always
wanted to do a high school or junior high cheerleader in uniform,
preferably a blonde.  Not being the jock type, and not being aggressive in
school, the chance never came up.  Little did I know that was about to
change.

   I went into a mall in Tulsa about six weeks before Christmas.  It was a
mall that was a little off the beaten track, and that didn't really have a
huge amount of business.  The Christmas rush really had not started yet, so
it was pretty deserted for a mall.

   I had gone there to eat at a buffet that I went to occasionally.  After
I ate, I usually made a trip through the mall.  Partly, it was to let my
food digest, but it was more of a sightseeing trip than anything else.  To
be honest, a girl watching expedition.  As I wandered around, there were
the usual amount of mall-ers, but not really anything of real interest. 
That is, of course, until I got down near Penny's.  There, sitting at a
card table on a folding chair right in the middle of the entrance to
Penny's was a blonde girl in a cheerleader uniform.  She looked to be
between fifteen and seventeen, but it was hard to tell.  The table was
covered, so all I could see was from her mid chest on up.  I couldn't
really tell much about her build from where I was.

   I waited until she was busy with a woman before I went closer.  My plan
was to pass her and go into Penny's, taking a closer look as I went by,
then, if it looked promising, to stop and listen to her pitch on the way
out.  That's why I waited until she was occupied with someone else.

   My pass by her was quick, but I gained a lot of information.  She
appeared to be a real blonde, at least based on her light complexion and
the fact that the color of her eyebrows matched that of her hair perfectly.
A closer look at her uniform told me that she went to a local high school,
that her name was Tami, and that she was a sophomore.  That placed her age
at sixteen or seventeen.  The way her uniform was made and her sitting
position at the table didn't give me much clue as to her build.  She was
definitely on the petite side, though, weighing maybe 110 pounds or so. 
Her build was small, but appeared athletic, probably from all the
cheerleader stuff.  From what I could tell, her build was somewhat like a
gymnast.  Not big, but firm.  I did catch a glimpse of her legs between the
hem of her skirt and her knee, and they were well formed.  Muscular, but
not excessive.  All in all, definitely worth pursuing.

   I wandered around in the store for a little while, never moving out of
sight of the front door so I could keep an eye on the girl.  The woman was
there with her for what seemed to be an eternity.  Finally, she left, and
the girl was alone again.  I casually wandered back toward the entrance.  I
was thinking about how to make this approach.  I really didn't want to
spend a lot of time making chit chat with her, and I really didn't care to
hear all about whatever it was she was doing there, but I didn't want to
blow the chance, either.  I decided on a direct approach again, but this
time even more direct than I had ever done before.

   She opened her mouth to speak to me when she noticed me approaching, but
I didn't let her get a word out.  Before she could, I started my little
speech "Whatever it is that you are selling or raising money for does not
interest me in the slightest, but let me tell you what does.  I'll give you
a thousand dollars in cash if you'll let me have sex with you right now. 
We can slip outside to your car, hop in the back seat, and screw, and in
half an hour or so, you'll be a thousand dollars richer."

   She was completely taken off guard, and it took her what seemed to be a
long time for it to soak in and for her to respond.  She was flabbergasted,
and when she did respond, all she said was " I can't do that.  I'm a
virgin." Without missing a beat, I said simply "In that case, I'll make it
two thousand." The silence was longer this time.  A lot longer.  I was at
the point of leaving when she said "Okay" and got up.  I followed her to
the exit door of the mall and across the parking lot.  I could tell she was
nervous.  She hadn't even asked to see the money.

   She was parked in the very back of the mall lot, which suited me fine.
There were a few cars around, just enough to make it interesting, but not
enough to concern me too much.  I followed her over to a blue Taurus and
waited while she unlocked the doors.  She got directly in to the back seat,
and I followed her, closing the door behind me.  Once inside, I moved over
next to her and put my arm around her.  Only then did she speak again.  " I
want to see the money before you do anything." "Okay" I replied.  I dug
into my jacket pocket and pulled out a wad of Fuzzy money.  I made a big
show out of counting out two thousand dollars in Uncle Fuzzy' s twenties
(using the really bad ones since it was dark out).  I tossed them into the
front seat without letting her get a look at them.

   I leaned toward her and kissed her full and hard on the lips.  At first,
there was no response, but as the kiss went on, she started to react a
little.  I put my hand at the bottom of her blouse and slid it directly
underneath, moving it higher until I had my hand on her bra.  Her tit was a
slightly overflowing palmful, and I massaged it through her bra.  I could
feel her nipple popping up, even through her bra.  I tried to get my hand
inside her bra and onto bare tit, but there was just not enough room.  I
started to make an effort to get my hand inside, but that really wasn't the
reason I was there.  I was there for pussy, not for tit.  I moved my hand
away and dropped it to the hem of her skirt, then slid my hand underneath
it.  She opened her legs slightly as my hand went higher to give me some
access.  She stiffened noticeably when my hand reached her crotch.

   I didn't hesitate once there.  I moved the crotch of her cheerleader
shorts aside and gained access to her silk panties.  I moved them aside
immediately, and began to probe for her opening with my finger.  It was
very wet, which surprised me.  I finger fucked her slowly, using my thumb
to massage her clit.  My dick was painfully hard, so I used my free hand to
open my pants and get out my dick and balls.  I was more than ready to fuck
her, and she seemed wet enough, so I moved into position on top of her. 
Once there, I opened my pants and took out my dick and balls.  She shifted
her position to give me better access.  I guided my dick to her opening,
and with some difficulty, managed to get just the head of my dick inside
her pussy lips.  I began a mini fuck of her, gaining a little bit more
depth with each stroke.  I was soon half way inside her, and had no sense
of breaking a cherry on my way in.  I began to fuck her a little harder and
faster, and soon had my full length buried deep inside her.  Once fully
inside, I paused, enjoying the feeling of her young, blonde, cheerleader
pussy.

   I pulled almost completely out of her, leaving only the head inside,
then slipped back in slowly.  I began a slow, leisurely fuck, in and out of
her.  Her pussy was wonderful.  It was tight, but not overly so.  It had
the feeling of damp velvet lining, and was really putting some tremendous
feelings on my dick.  I was unsure if I could hold back long enough to even
enjoy the fuck, but I was determined to do so.

   I fucked her a lot longer than I thought I could, but soon there was no
stopping the flood.  I had held back as long as I possibly could, and when
my first shot went inside her, it was literally an explosion.  A tidal wave
of sperm flooded her pussy, followed by several smaller shots, each
lessening in intensity, until my balls were empty.  She had been a
surprisingly good fuck.  I laid in position on top of her, letting my dick
soak in her juices until it became too soft to stay inside her any longer.
When my dick came out of her, I got off of her and we both sat up.  She
busied herself putting her panties back in place and rearranging her
cheerleader outfit.  When I had my clothes back in place, I looked at her
and said "That was worth every penny.' I got out of the car and headed back
to the mall without another word.  I glanced back once, and saw her getting
out of the backseat and into the front seat.  Probably to count the money.
I picked up my pace a little and disappeared into the nearest mall door.

   Section 9: Stone Pony

   I have never been one to hang out in so-called "Gentlemen's Clubs". 
There are several reasons for that, each of which I give pretty much equal
weight.  First, I make it a practice to never go anywhere that has a cover
charge just to get in the door.  I just cannot bring myself to pay someone
so I can go into their place of business and spend my money.  I am just not
going to pay for the privelege of spending money.  There is something
inherrantly wrong with that concept.  Second, I have a problem with paying
eight dollars for a glass of draught beer.  Not that I am particularly
cheap, but it irks me to be gouged for something just for the sake of being
gouged for it, and paying for the privelege on top of that.  Third, I
dislike the noise and the smokey atmosphere, and for the most part I don't
care for the music they choose to 'dance' to.  If you care to call it
dancing, of course.

   Probably the most unusual reason is that I don't care for the women who
work there.  Let me elaborate on that a little.  In general, their attitude
is a bad one, and they are driven by nothing more than greed.  More
importantly, I don't care for the heavily made-up look, I don't like
tattoos or piercings, and more and more of them seem to have them these
days, and I also don't like the build most of them have.  I have never been
one who thought silicone and liposuction looked anything but artificial,
and the Barbie doll figure never really worked for me.  There are other
reasons, too, of course, but I think you get the general idea.



   Sheer boredom sometimes wins out over preferences, and that was the
situation that found me in a "Gentlemen's Club" in Oklahoma City.  It was
the middle of the afternoon on a hot summer day, and I had been out riding
motorcycle.  I was hot and thirsty, and stopped off at the Stone Pony, a
dive sort of place not too far from the fairgrounds, to get a beer or two.
Since it was mid afternoon, there was no cover charge.  Beer was still on
the expensive side, but not as much as I have paid in similar places.



   As they usually are, this place was dark, and it was cool inside.  It
took a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkenss so I could
see.  It was a typical mens club, with a bar along one wall, several stages
placed strategically around the room, and tables and chairs in no
particular pattern.  Since it was mid afternoon, the place was near
deserted, with only a half dozen guys sitting around sipping beer.  There
was only one stage in use at the moment, and it was occupied by an all too
plastic blonde who was definitely a product of chemistry.  Not my type at
all.



   There was a balcony across the back of the place with one set of stairs
leading up there.  I couldn't see all the way to the back of the balcony,
but I could see enough to know that there were pool tables and pinball
machines up there, and at least one stage.  The stairs leading up there
were blocked off by a velvet rope at the bottom.  I made my way to the bar
and ordered a beer, which I paid way too much for.  I then made my way to a
table that was close enough to the stage to be able to see, but far enough
away to not be obtrusive and to not gather too much attention.  I was
really not in the mood to be bothered by 'dancers' who wanted to sit with
me so I could buy them extremely overpriced drinks that didn't even have
alcohol in them.



   The blonde on stage was going through a series of sort of gymnastic type
moves, but even that didn't impress me.  Her biggest feat in my opinion was
being able to stand up with all that silicone in front of her.  I swear
that if she were to fall down, she not only would not hit her face, but she
would bounce back up from the springiness of the silicone.  She really
looked deformed to me, but the guys near the front row seemed to love it,
and kept a steady supply of dollar bills in her garter.



   When the blonde had finished her set, she went over and sat with the
guys who had been giving her money.  The next 'dancer' was a black girl,
who also held absolutely no interest for me.  Her build was on the thin
side, which is normally the way I like it, but in this case, it was to an
extreme.  Too thin.  Way too thin.  unhealthy looking, in fact.  On top of
that, she wasn't the least bit attractive, at least to me.  I ordered
another beer spent the time she was on stage alternating between watching
the guys at the other table buy over priced drinks for the blonde and
watching portions of some baseball game that was on television.  I was
pretty much bored, and had decided that I would leave as soon as I finished
my beer.  The noise was beginning to get to me anyway.  I didn't
particularly care for the type of music they were playing, and it was way,
way too loud.

   When the black girl finished her set, she disappeared through a door
into a back room.  For whatever reason, it was several minutes before the
next 'dancer' appeared.  She was introduced as 'Mercedes' before she came
out, so I was not sure what to expect.  I knew it had to be a stage name,
but still.....

   When she came out, I must admit to being impressed.  She was really an
attractive woman.  She was brunette, and looked to be in her late teens or
early twenties.  She was dressed in a long, flowing dress, and I could tell
that her build was pretty much the way I liked.  I knew I would be seeing
more momentarily, so I would know for sure.  Her make up was very well
done, again, unusual for this type of establishment.

   She didn't reveal anything during her first set, just some tease and
little more.  She was actually dancing to the music, and not just making
motions.  She went backstage briefly between songs, and came back wearing a
thong, high heels, and a tank top.  Partly on a whim, and partly because I
wanted to get a closer look at her, I got up and walked to the stage to
slip a dollar in her garter.  She danced over to me and kneeled down,
allowing me to place the money.  Then she rose and danced away.  I went
back to the table.  She was really a pretty girl, and her build was very
nice.  I figured her to be about eighteen after I had seen her up close. 
The downside was that she had a small tattoo on her shoulder that I hadn't
noticed from the table, and her navel was pierced with a small diamond
stud, both things that tend to be a turnoff for me.

   She went backstage between songs again, and reappeared this time wearing
only a thong and high heels.  Her breasts were beautiful, very firm and
without a trace of sag.  Their size was almost ideal, at least according to
my particular taste.  I had finished my beer by this time, and was well on
the way to finishing another one.  I knew that this would be her last time
onstage for a while, because the big blonde and the black girl would be
back in rotation.  I knew I had to get a close up look of her with her top
off, and the only way I could really justify doing that was to slip her
another dollar.  I also figured that she would end up at my table if I kept
slipping her money when no one else was.

   I made my way to the stage and waited for her to dance over to me and
kneel down.  Her breasts were even more perfect up close, and she waited
more or less patiently while I looked at them.  I reached into my pocket
and grabbed two bills, then slipped them into her garter without looking at
them.  My attention was definitly elsewhere.  She got up and danced her way
back aross the stage, and I made my way back to the table.  I was almost
back to the table when a thought struck me like a bolt of lightening. 
Paniced, I reached into my pocket.  SHIT!  I had given her money from the
wrong pocket.  I sat at he table and took quick stock of my situation.  I
had given her two fifty dollar bills of Fuzzy money!  I had been carrying a
couple of fifties and a couple of hundreds with me just in case a situation
came up where I could use them, and I had them in my front pocket.  I was
keeping my 'real' money in my other front pocket.  I had no intention of
using any Fuzzy money there.  I figured it was too risky.  Shit.

   I thought about leaving before she got off stage, because I was certain
she would catch the fact that it was phony money as soon as she looked at
it.  At about the same instant, though, the song ended, and 'Mercedes'
disappeared backstage.  I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether
to leave or stay.  I decided to finish my beer and see what happened.  I
figured I could always plead ignorance.  The big blonde took the stage
again.



   It was only a couple of minutes before I saw Mercedes come out of a
backstage door and start in my direction.  She didn't look pissed, so I
figured I was safe so far.  She was wearing a very short, red mini dress
that was form fitting.  She obviously had on no bra, and I could see the
lines of her thong.  She had probably never been tipped that much before,
and no doubt had me figured for some sort of high roller, even though I
wasn't exactly dressed for the part.



   She came to the table and sat down next to me without even asking. 
"Hi," she said, "I'm Mercedes.  Thanks for the tip." "Quite all right." I
told her.  "How about if we keep this real?  Is your name REALLY Mercedes?"
"Well....no," she said, "actually, it's Linda." "Okay, Linda," I replied,
"I like that a LOT better than Mercedes."



   "You know," she began, "That's the biggest tip I ever received from
anybody.  Granted, I haven't been doing this for a long time, so it really
means a lot to me.  Some of the older girls here tell me they never get
that much." "Well, I guess you could say that you are more my type than
they are." I said.



   "Anyway," she continued, "You ought to at least get a special table
dance for that kind of tip.  I have a while before I go on again.  Follow
me." She got up and made her way to the stairs where she unhooked the
velvet rope and motioned me past her.  She followed and hooked the rope in
place behind her, then passed me on the stairs heading to the top.  I
followed.  I glanced around the room to see if anyone had noticed, and was
surprised that no one had seemed to.

   Upstairs was about what I had figured it to be when I saw it from
downstairs.  A couple of pool tables, some video games, a few tables, and
two stages.  I had only been able to see one of them from downstairs, so I
knew that the back half of this area was out of the line of sight of anyone
downstairs.  The entire area was pretty dark anyway.  I followed her to the
back of the area, where she motioned toward a chair and told me to have a
seat.  I complied.  She stood in front of me and began moving and swaying
to the music, getting more and more active as she did.  She was really a
pretty good dancer.  As she danced, she unfastened and then dropped the
mini dress she had on, leaving only her thong.  She danced sensuously, and
moved closer, rubbing against me as I sat there.  I took full advantage of
the situation, rubbing and feeling whenever I had the opportunity.  Her
breasts were every bit as firm as I had imagined.

   I turned my attentions away from her for a moment, just long enough to
dig into my pocket and grab one of Fuzzy's hundreds.  As she danced closer,
I slipped it into the band of her thong, and said "A dance like that
deserves a good tip." She danced away a little, just far enough to get into
the light enough to see what I had given her.  She glanced at the corner
and saw the hundred on it, and danced back to me immediately.  She wiggled
and kneeled at the same time, ending up in a kneeling position in front of
me.  She reached for my zipper and slid it down, then fished around inside
and released my painfully hard member.  Once it was out, she stroked it a
couple of times gently, then moved her head closer to it and began to lick
it full length.  I almost came on the spot.  She concentrated on the head
for a moment, then slowly began to take it into her mouth, using one slow,
gentle move down until the entire thing was engulfed and he nose was buried
in my pubic hair.  She paused there for a moment, then began some tongue
action the likes of which I have never experienced before or since.  I
almost lost it, but managed to hold back.  She began to slowly bob her head
up and down, all the while keeping her tongue going.  Gradually, she built
up speed, and it took every ounce of will power I had to keep from
exploding.



   I thought about blasting my load into her mouth, but I figured that the
longer I managed to hold it, the more intense it would be.  I had almost
reached the point of no return, the point where willpower or anything else
could not hold it back.  That was when she stopped.  "You have tremendous
staying power," she said, "I can usually bring guys off that way pretty
easily before I give out, but it looks like you are going to need a little
extra."

   She stood and turned her back to me, then casually sat down on my lap.
She moved her thong out of the way, lifted her hips, then guided my dick to
her entrance while sitting back down.  She impaled herself on my dick.  She
really wasn't all that tight, but I was already too far gone for that to
matter.  She began to bounce up and down on my dick, thrusting it in and
out of her with each bounce.  There was no way I could hold back, even if I
had wanted to.  My come blasted into her with tremendous force.  It went
into her in one, huge shot, not in several smaller shots as I usually did.
It was followed by a couple of small shots, but the initial one had been so
intense that the ones that followed were hardly worth mentioning.  She
continued to bounce on my lap until I was too soft to remain inside her,
then stood and turned to face me.  "How as that for a lap dance?" she
asked. "Tremendous...." was all I could say.



   She put her thong back in place then put her mini dress back on.  "I
have to get back downstairs," she said, "I'm on stage next." I fixed my
clothes and followed her back downstairs.  Again, no one seemed to notice
as she removed and replaced the velvet rope.  She looked over her shoulder
at me and said "This one is for you." She made her way back to the stage,
and I took a table closer to the stage.



   She danced the first song in her mini dress, then dropped it for the
second song.  As she danced around the stage wearing only her thong and
high heels, I noticed that the inside of her thighs were shiny, and had
little droplets on them.  I guess everyone who noticed it thought it was
just sweat, but I knew full well what it was.  She was leaking.  When she
went backstage to get ready for her third song, I figured it was time to
leave.  I didn't want to push it, and I really had little if anything to
say to her if she came to my table after the next dance.  I slipped out the
door while she was off stage and left.  I never went back.

   ....More to come in Uncle Fuzzy's Money Part Deux...





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