Message-ID: <7474eli$9801181717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7474.txt> From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Bikini Brothel (5/7) Toys, Lesbians, Silliness Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19980118091301.EAA01252@ladder02.news.aol.com> This story is the 5th in a string of silly stories. This features toys, sex and bad movie plots. Feel free to archive, save, print or whatever, just don't make money from it. As always feel free to mail me comments, or visit my webpage and let my counter record your interest http://members.aol.com/LordShon/index.html Bikini Brothel Part 5 By Shon Richards The room was dark and sinisterly dark. Despite the fact that the assassin was alone in the room she still had the lights off for her clandestine actions. And because it was so dark, she ended up calling a pizza delivery place, a tanning salon and a drive in movie theater until she dialed the right number. Mr. Yugokumach answered "Is that slut Michelle dead?" "Negative, " the assasin responded. "She ummm dodged my shuriken and I haven't had another oppurtunity. She is always with someone, and usually squirming all over their bodies and rolling around like a sweaty alley cat dipped in catnip." Mr. Yugomach shifted in his chair, "You always had a gift for ..imagery. It was your tainted mind that made you perfect to infiltrate a brothel, however make sure you do not fail in this job or else you will be infiltrateing something far worse next time, like a Hooters bar." The assasin shuddered. "I have some more bad news, Michelle has bribed the foreman into using your crew to paint the brothel and fix it up. They will be able to open up this weekend and try to gather the morgtate money." The country club king laughed. "It's no matter, I'll simply use the building as my bar when I take over the property. But I want her dead by tonight. If you can't kill her by herself, then use a bomb or something and any other casulties will be acceptable." The shadowy assassin with the large breasts simply said "Yes" and hung up. She reluctanly reached over and pulled out her favorite vibrator, the one with the six alternating speeds and ebony handle. She expertly gripped it, and resisting the urge to plunge it into herself, she unscrewed the top. She then inserted her standard issue Ninja NitroGlycerin TimeBomb. She set the bomb for a hundred thrusts, changed her mind and added a special motion detector and tightened the vibrator shut. She kissed her vibrator goodbye, deep throat of course. A few hours later, Michelle was delighted to wake up at the crack of noon with a brand new vibrator sitting on her bedtable. Michelle had decided to sleep at the brothel because she wasn't sure she could find the place again if she went home. She also wanted to stay near the brothel so that when the workmen started painting the place, she had a bed already broken in before she started her gang bangs. And now that someone had left her a complimentry sextoy, things were looking even brighter. She wiped her sticky hair our of her eyes, and wriggled into her hot blue bikini. She smashed her over surgiclly enhanced breasts into her flimsy top. She managed to get about fifty percent of her bosom into her top, so she changed into a skimpier outfit. Her five inch heels felt natural on her, which meant it was natural for her to tetter around and slip constantly. A half-hour of make-up later, and she was ready for the day. She fingered her vibrator and thought of how she wanted to use it. She decided Heather might know what to do, since Heather used to work in her Uncle's sex factory and Heather said they learned sixteen places a vibrator could be placed in or on the human body. Michelle figured on finding out if they could find place seventeen. Michelle wondered around the run down brothel looking for Heather. She passed by her cousin Debra jo helping three guys paint a wall. Debra apparently was holding the paint between her breasts and letting the men dip their brushes. Michelle then found Becky helping some other workmen putting up a sign. Michelle figuered Becky was testing to see if the sign was secure by hanging off of it while the guys ate her pussy out. Their resident Dominatrix, Helga, was whipping some eager men into painting faster. Michelle watched for a few minutes as Helga spanked their bare bottoms one right after another. Michelle shook her head, for she thought Helga should be spanking their other side. She was more impressed by Molly, who was offering showers to the sweaty men. It was a shower using a garden hose and a soapy Molly, but those men were sure getting clean. She found Kiko, their asian exchange student turn brothel worker in the lobby. The pretty girl with the lusturous black hair took one look at Michelle holding the vibrator and screamed. While Michelle tried to understand what she was screaming about, Kiko ran out the door, karate chopping a slow moving workmen on the way out. Michelle didn't reflect on it long, cause Heather came stumbling into the room. Heather was a pretty girl. Her natural blonde hair was the envy of the prexoides around the house. Her blue eyes were the blue that cops tore up traffic tickets over. Like the rest of the girls, she was wearing a skimpy bikini uniform although Heather had decorated her's with rips and tears. Judging from the scratches on her body, maybe those rips were not self inflicted. Heather was swishing her way halfway through a bottle of mouthwash when Michelle popped the question. "Hey Heather, I got a new vibrator and I haven't had sex yet this morning, you wanna?" Heather choked on her mouthwash. "Damn! That vibrator is almost as big as the ones Cindy's got." Michelle frowned. "What? It's bad enough that slut has more dildos, vibrators and plugs then all of us, but she's got ones as big as mine? Damn! It's about time she started sharing." Invigorated by their new crusade, Michelle and Heather stormed upstairs, tripping only a few times in their heels. They navigated past a few workmen, stepping on their feet mostly when they wouldn't take no for an answer. Any other day, they would of made a sixteen man orgy easily, but today was about sextoy sizes, and sharing, an issue close to their selfish hearts. They found Cindy in her room, making obscene motions under her blankets. Why Cindy was hiding her masturbation is something any underage beginner masturbater could reveal. It's just too damn hard to get a good rythym going when you've practisced most of your life with the weight of a blanket on top of your hands. Michelle and Heather decided to crash her part early and tossed the blankets off. Cindy was in her regulation yellow bikini top although her nipples were peaking out the top. Her bottom was around her ankles with her knees spread wide. Cindy's eyes glared at the girls for interrupting her but immediantly warmed up when she saw the deluxe size vibrator Michelle was weilding. She pulled her candy cane shaped triple speed vibe out and offered it to Heather. "So, did you bring that to brag or to share?" Cindy asked, green eyes hopeful and hungry. Michelle smiled in her wicked way. "I don't know Cindy, it is a special new toy....." She let her voice trail off while turning the vibrator on. As the pleasent buzz roared through the room, Michelle ran her fingers up and down the long curved shaft. Cindy looked desperatly at Heather to give her toy back, but the succulent blonde was already sitting on the bed's edge plunging the toy past her shaved opening. Cindy watched helplessly as Heather laid back on the bed, spreading wider as the candy cane shaped machinery curved inside her. Cindy looked back and forth at her tormenters. Michelle stood there before her, the ivory handle was the only thing visible of the toy. Michelle grabbed a bedpost for support while she turned the speed up higher. The vibrations were strong enough to shake her silicon tits out of the flimsy blue material. Heather on the other hand was using both hands. Her blonde hair laid out on the bed with her eyes tightly shut. She began kicking her legs up in the air as the orgasms over whelmed her. Heather started flashing back to her bit part in a cheerleader movie and yelled out cheers with each orgasm. "Come on, " Cindy begged of Michelle, "Let me try your vibe please." Michelle looked at Cindy and shuddered her breasts at her as she tensed with orgasm. Cindy just kept staring at the ivory handle becoming wetter. "GIVE ME A C!" Heather cried as she kicked her legs higher with pleasure. Cindy fumbled in her purse and produced her priceless toybox key. Michelle was fucking herself harder, her body was bending over as she thrusted deeper inside herlsef. "GIVE ME A O!" Heather shouted, twisting the candy cane device inside her. Cindy opened her toybox by her bed and began shuffling for a toy to offer to Michelle. She threw out anal beads, a blow-up man and wondered if her vibrating Lemur would attract her attention. "GIVE ME C!" Heather yelled as she grinded her hips deeper into the bed with solo passion. Cindy found her special double speed vibrating octopuss with velvet tentacles and tried to get Michelle's attention with it. Michelle's face was covered with her sweaty bleached hair and Cindy had to brush her face to attract her eyes to her offering. Michelle, ungripped the bedpost and nearly fell over when she pulled the wonderful device from out of her. "GIVE ME A K! WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? COCK!!! WEEEHOOOO!!" cheered Heather as she broke the device between her grinding thighs. Michelle examined the strange vibrating octopuss. She placed the beak right on her joy-button and inserted several of the tentacles right away. She sat back in an easy chair Cindy had bougth for such pleasures. Her legs up on the arms of the chair, she squirmed immediately upon turning the machine on. The beak had a wonderful spinning motion Michelle was fond of. It reminded her of her cooking teacher, the one with array of mixers... Cindy ignored her as she gladly pressed the ivory handled toy into her expert snatch. The sheer width of the toy gave her pause, she entered it in slowly so that her plasctic-gobbling sex could adjust absorb it in fully. Then she was puzzled to hear a voice speak loudly from her twat. Of course, she didn't stop thrusting the toy as she heard the message. "Good morning Ms. Michelle. The toy you are right now so deviantly using is actually a bomb. You have triggered it by your repeated decadent thrusts but here is the evil final ingenious detail." intoned the ominous voice. Meanwhile Cindy was still thrusting away, although she was a bit worried. But if her pubic hair was going to be blasted all over the place, she might as well enjoy herself first. Heather was lying still in afterglow and deciding that maybe she should get off the bed if there was a demolition dildo. Michelle however was barely listening, as she was trying to figure out where to put the three remaining tentacles she wasn't using. The voice continued, a bit giddy with mailce. "Now the bomb will go off as soon as you stop moving! Just like that movie with the bus but this is foolproof, stop moving and you DIE! First you get off, then you blow off!" and the tape degenerated into some laughing before cutting off. "What the fuck are we going to do now?" yelled Cindy as she kept pumping away with the deadly vibrator. Her insatable toy sucker was incredibly wet from the idea of being fucked by a bomb. Cindy wasn't sure if she was going to live through this, but it wasn't going to stop her orgasm. She kept pumping the incindenary didlo into her, her practisced hands pacing themselves for the long fuck. Heather sat up and decided that perhaps a bomb would also kill everyone in the room, so she decided to do something. She walked over to Michelle, who was moaning over the buzz of her aqautic tension releiver. Michelle gripped the arms of the chair as the eight tentacles vibrated her towards her fourth orgasm. Heather was impressed by the Duracell lantern battery that was attached to the head. Heather knew that Michelle was going to be busy for at least another hour, so she realized it was all up to her. Heather was not a heroine by nature. True she was pretty good at saving twenty something boys from celibacy, and once she saved a very bad movie by flashing her tits about every twenty minutes. Unfortunatly, she didn't think her tits were going to save them this time. Cindy was thrusting double handed into herself with fury, and with an ear-peircing yell, she came. The vibrator slipped out of her soaked hands and flew through the air with a PLOP. Heather immediatly made a grab for the penile explosive that tumbled from Cindy's exhausted fingers. Heather waved the bomb around, keeping it in motion. She let instinct take over and rubbed it up and down between her breasts. Heather looked around the room in desperate thought, the slick vibrator of doom sliding between her soft canyon. Cindy had her knees together in exquisite bliss, her eyes shut tight to the world. Michelle was still humping the Octopuss toy, except now she was attaching some of the tentacles on her nipples. Heather drew on her year and a half of B-movie actress expereince and did the best thing she could think of. She screamed. It was an incredibly loud scream. So loud that Helga paused and wished that she could cause screams like that. Debra Jo thought it was the sound of an arthritic cow giving birth to triplets. Kiko even heard it outside hiding in the bushes. Becky and Molly quite frankly didn't give a shit. Abagail paused long enough from watching an infomercial on real estate buying to consider the causes of the scream. She thought about it for awhile and decided that whatever was the reason, she wanted to see which of the bitches that lived here was suffering. Abagail went up the stairs quickly, eager to see who was in trouble. Her huge breasts popped out of her skimpy top about seven times which Abagail was getting quite used to. She had already ditched her regulation heels for sensible penny loafers and threw on a good wool shirt. Besides the gravitational movements of her breasts were knocking her so off balance, her glasses were in danger of flying off. The scene Abagail walked into did not suprsie her in the elast. Michelle was monaing and writhing on a chair, with some THING wrapped over her. The thing must be devouring her because it seemed to be getting deeper into her as she watched. Cindy was glassy eye and staring at the ceiling while Heather was rubbing the biggest vibe Abagail had ever seen between her breasts. Typical. "So, do you need me to get that monster off of Michelle, or should we just watch?" asked Abagail with malice in her eyes. "No, she would kill us if we stopped her now. I need your help with this vibrator." answered Heather. And because the vibe had rubbed all of it's moistness on her chest and was now giving her a rash, she stuck it in her mouth to re-wet it. Abagail shook her head. "I don't do that lesbian toy thing. It always involves lots of oil and I'm not swapping lipstick with anyone." Heather pulled the deadly sextoy out of her mouth and rammed it into her twat with desperation. Looking at Abagail with the look that had stripped many a man of their dignity, she explained their situation. "Oh is that all?" Abagail said smugly. "If I tell you how to get away from the bomb will you promise that you girls will respect me, and never hit me again?" Heather looked at Cindy who was in another world of bliss and looked to Michelle who was turning the octupuss setting to 'Deep Sea Diver'. Heather's wrists were getting sore so she agreed to Abagail's silly demands. "It's simple, just throw it out the window, it''ll keep moving until it safely hits the ground." Heather threw the vibrator at the window in due haste. Sadly, the window was closed. But fortunatly, Heather had practise in throwing vibrators dating back to her teenage years when her parents would walk in on her during her explorative moments. The window shattered, the bombed buzzed it's way down two stories where it hit the ground. The explosion and subsequent dirt shower through the window caught Michelle's attention. She reluctantly detached the octopuss except for one strategitc tentacle, and stood by the window. "You know," she began. "I really think someone is trying to kill me so I can't do this brothel." "No shit Michelle." said Abagail. Heather back handed her without looking. Abagail landed in the chair Michelle was occupying. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she felt her tiny bikini bottom hit the wet seat. Michelle looked out the window and saw the crater in the backyard. A few workmen were blaming each other for causing it. "Oh well, we can always turn the hole into our mud-wrestling pit. I don't care iif someone is trying to kill me. With our opening night tomorrow and our guest celebrity, it's going to be the best brothel ever!" declared Michelle, topless at the window. continued in Part 6 "Only a fool scolds a cat for licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>