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	This is the sixth part in a silly series.  It features sex, an
orgy, a fight and a celebrity.  This is not meant in any way to be an
actual depiction of any real people.  In other words, this is a joke.

	This story is mine but you are free to archive and save in any
such matter just don't make any money off of it.  Comments are welcome
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Bikini Brothel 6 By Shon Richards

	It was the grand opening of her brothel and Michelle was
extremely excited.  After inheriting the brothel from her Grandma
Rose,  Michelle had tried her best to get the brothel opened and
running in time to pay off the mortgate by Monday.  Across the road
she could see the country club that would take over if she failed.
She had nothing against country clubs,  she had been in many orgies
involving country clubs and was happy to go to them.  But this brothel
was her's and she was determined to make this the best brothel ever.
Besides she had learned that Grandma Rose had died from oral sex and
Michelle desperatly wanted to follow in her foot steps.

	Michelle walked down the stairs to the lobby of her Brothel.
She had the sign changed to Bikini Brothel to reflect the new
attitude.  Michelle's long unnatural blonde hair snagged on the
banister and she almost fell when her heels gave way,  but she still
managed to stay sexy.  It was easy considering she was wearing a hot
pink bikini that was two cup sizes too small.  Watching her jiggle out
of her top was entertainment for the guys in the lobby.  More
entertaining was watching her lick her fingers, and rub her nipples
before she crushed her breasts back into her top.

	Michelle surveyed the men,  her mind racing with the sexual
possibilities and her heart racing with the amount of cash they had
brought.  The men were all happy,  they had received their mandatory
condom from Becky or more to the point,  Becky's mouth.  One look at
Becky in her tiny polka dot bikini and shinning brown hair,  and men
insisted she give them a condom.  Besides,  her teeth never touched
skin and her mouth was always wet enough to encourage the latex to
unroll gently.

	Molly and Cindy were passing out drinks.  It was a brillant
idea to have the girls serve drinks to the waiting men.  The men were
only allowed to buy a drink if they could get a ten dollar bill to
stay in their bikinis.  Michelle had never seen so many men try so
hard to buy over-priced drinks.  It reminded her of going to the
movies.  Enen more brillant was plaing a twenty dollar charge for
using their bathrooms.  The option was to go outside of course,  if
you were willing to loose your place in line.

	Abigail was handling the bookings which was good for the nerdy
glasses wearing,  perpetual hairbun girl.  Michelle despised the way
Abagail was always pointing things out like, how the nine of them
weren't enough to handle a hundred thousand dollars worth of
customers.  And for pointing things out like that there has been two
assasination attempts on her life already which meant someone might
try again tonight.  Of course it was a good idea about the lack of
women.  It gave Heather and Michelle time to call their soritity and
arrange for fifty extra girls who were willing to fuck for ten dollars
an hour.

	Money was one thing,  but what Michelle was truly excited
about was their mystery celebrity.  He was an old freind of Grandama
rose and was willing to appear her as a favor.  He said his name was
Mark-Paul Gosselaar,  but that was just an alias for his real name,
Zack Morris.  Currently Zack was telling steamy stories of all the
babes he "Belled" on his television show to the customers.

	Michelle subtley worked her way into the crowd near Zack.  She
used her knees to push one guy out of the crowd,  and her sharp heels
discouraged the other men from coming too close.  She had waited
years,  watching Zack on television going from girl to girl and never
getting any.  If there is one thing Michelle learned from television,
it was that sex would of kept Zack Morris loyal.  And to think that
slut Kelly gave it away to everyone in Beverly Hills,  there is no
sense to that girl Michelle decided.

	Zack looked at her with his boyish charm.  His blond hair
curled down with a style dead in 1983.  His eyes twinkled at her like
he wanted to copy her homework and was willing to spend some money to
do it.  In Michelle's eyes,  his smile said he was willing to kick
Screech's ass if he spoke to her.  His confident stance said he was
man enough to go down and stay down at her command.  Michelle even
detected in his voice a willingness to let Slater join in if she asked
real nicely.

	In all this she wasn't wrong exactly.  Mark-Paul Gosselaar had
never had a problem getting babes being a kind of cute star.  Sadly
all his fans were illegal to him,  so he contented himself to chaste
kisses and prostitutes who hadn't received one of his bounced checks
yet.  Michelle was a dream come true,  a person who saw him as Zack,
yet had their driver's license.  He would of done anything for her and
her breasts.  And that included beating the snot out of Screech.

	Michelle made a few discret hand motions to Heather.  they
consisted of Michelle making a circle with one hand,  and poking it
with her finger.  Heather responded with thrusting her hips and
pointing at Mark-Paul.  Michelle communicated back by nodding her head
yes and pointing to herself,  then Zack, then pointing upstairs.
Heather misinterpeted this and told the rest of the regular brothel
girls to meet upstairs.

	At least that's what she told Michelle later.

	Michelle beamed at Mark-Paul and asked "Zack, can you do me a
big favor?"

	Mark-Paul laughed and looked at the guys with a shrug of
confidence he hadn't felt since he was twelve.

	"Sure, " he answered.  "but my real name is Mark-Paul
Gosselaar,  not Zack Morris you know."

	A dim of confusion passed Michelle's eyes.  "Whatever....., I
wanted to know if you would fuck me Zack?"

	God he loved her.

	They went upstairs,  her tripping in her heels and him
tripping in his daze.  Mark-Paul followed wordlessly,  glad in the
knowledge that he was finally getting the sex he deserved.  Michelle
led him up the stairs by pulling his belt buckle and quickly brought
him into her room.

	Mark-Paul started to unzip his pants,  but Michelle was having
none of that.  She jumped into his arms and locked her lips right onto
his.  He struggled back and fell on her bed.  She squirmed on top of
him and tried to pull his toungue out with the suction in her mouth.
He struggled to embrace her but she was humping his leg so much he
couldn't get a grip on her.

	After kissing him with years of pent up passion,  she sharpley
sat up,  her buttocks expertly clenching his clothed erection.  She
reached behind her and snapped her top off,  which Mark-Paul grabbed
eagerly.  His hands on her milk cartons,  he squeezed the silicon
under her nipples and let her weight fill him with wonder.  She rubbed
his cock with her ass, treasuring the moment forever in her mind and
in her video camera she had set up a half-hour before.

	The door flew open and Michelle spun her long lemon blonde
hair around at the intruders.  Heather was there,  and so was Debra
Jo,  Cindy,  Molly,  Becky, Helga and even Abigail.  The girls filed
in and locked the door behind them.  Michelle would of been pissed
except for the fact that Zack's erection nearly threw her off when
they came in.

	"What the hell are you all doing here? " Michelle asked though
she knew perfectly well why.

	"Shit Michelle," Heather answered, "Like we were going to let
you have the coolest kid of Bayside High all to yourself.  Kiko has
never seen the show so she offered to stay downstairs and handle
business."

	Michelle was always one to share her boyrfreinds.  Especially
since it just made girls all the more envious the next morning when
she stopped sharing.  She unzipped Mark-Paul and to his amazement
offered his cock to Molly.  He watched his twelve inches dissappear
into a fast moving head of bleach blonde hair and he didn't mind a
bit.

	"Wait a minute, I can understand you girls wanting a peice of
him,  but what the fuck is Abigail doing here?  She's aways been a
prude." asked Michelle.  Michelle shifted down to sit on Zack's face
protectively.  He lapped at her shaved water fountain without
complaint.

	Michelle paused to the sound of silk rubbing.  It was Abigail
letting her hairbun down to reveal a blonde mane.  Abigail took her
gossamer bikini top off to reveal huge breasts that threatened to
attract small sattelites.  As the other girls stood back from her
impressive array she tossed her glasses off and looking a foot away in
the wrong direction,  issued a challenge to Michelle.

	"I'm fucking Mark-Paul Gosselaar and there isn't a damn thing
you're going to do about it Michelle."

	"Well fine, " Michelle grunted, "but I bet Zack's a cooler
lay" and with that she had her first orgasm by Zack's tongue.

	Helga,  the resident blonde with black streaks doiminatrix
pushed Michelle off of Mark's mouth and buried his face into her
chest.  As Zack squirmed in peirced nipple heaven,  Heather started
licking his chest,  biting his nipples like that pretty girl Kelly
never could.  She flicked his nipples between her teeth which only
caused him to thrust harder into Molly's mouth,  bruising her lips.

	As Molly stumbled away,  Becky and Debra Jo reached his cock
at the same time.  Debra's huge tits prevented her from geeting the
shaft,  so she sucked on his balls while smaller chested becky would
have room to deep-throat with ease.  Becky's lips played up and down
his pen,  her tongue wrapping around his pole like a stripper.  Debra
Jo's long hair covered her ass while she kneeled at his balls.  She
popped them in and out of her mouth,  wiggling her hips in motion with
her lips.  

	Not for the first time did Michelle regret that she and Debra
Jo were cousins and therefore incest to have sex.  That didn't stop
Cindy though who strapped a double-ended dildo on and penetrated
Debra's golden wet entrance.  She got two good handfuls of her hair
and thrusted into Debra like a horny freshman.  Debra squeled with
delight and inched away from Mark's cock in order to fully scream her
joy.  She wriggled her pert ass into Cindy's plastic manhood and the
two of them fucked away like horses.

	Abigail stepped up to Becky and tapped her on the shoulder for
her to stop sucking.  Mark's pillar of celebrity cock stood upright
covered in saliva.  Abigail climbed on and gripping his cock just a
little too hard,  she aimed him at her curly haired sex.  She guided
him into her,  but stopped and lost her confidence.  Mark was still
smothering under Helga's tits so she tried to lower herself again.
She was unsure of herself,  both for having her first man and second
for having her first sex while in an orgy.

	At that moment Michelle had decided she had seen enough.  She
reached up and pushed down hard on Abigail's shoulders.  Mark's cock
slid up deep into Abigail with no problem what so ever.  MArk
responded with a vigouros thrusting and Abigail squeled with joy as
she rode his cock like a cowgirl.

	Michelle looked on dissappointment at Abigail losing her
virginity with no dismcomfort what so ever.  Heather shrugged her
shoulders and crawled over to Michelle's sex to comfort her.

	"Abigail must just be a natural slut under all those glasses"
Heather said moments before tasting Michelle's always wet intimate
spot.

	Michelle stirred under Heather's licking and sucking.  As she
watched Mark roll over and fuck Abigail from on top, Michelle lost all
her jealousy as Heather coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her.  Michelle
held on to Heather's hair as the familar tongue snaked around her
honeypot.  Being licked by her best freind while her favorite
television hunk had sex on the same bed seemed like heaven to her.
Besides she can always make Abigail do dirty sheet duty later as
patback.

	While Mark was on top of Abigail sending network cock into
her,  Helga took the chance to sit on Abigail's face.  Abigail
screamed breifly before the dominatrix smothered her.  Helga moaned as
the sruggling nerd girl kept trying to lift her head.  Each lifting
sent shockwaves through her not to mention having that cute Zack
breathing so close to her ass while he humped Abagail.  Helga came
quickly and in the interest of fair play,  she rolled off of Abigail
so someone else could have a turn.

	Mark-Paul felt the surge within him and with a mighty tremor
he came inside Abigail.  Her huge breasts quivered with his shaking
hips.  He exhaled loudly and collapsed beside her.  The bell had rung
out on Mark's endurance.  He laid there beside a confused Abigail and
some other horny girls.  Becky and Molly looked at each other after
some thinking,  they both gabbed one of his hands.

	Mark laid flat on his back as Molly and Becky mounted his
hands.  They masturbated with his hands while Abigail tried desperatly
to get a rise out of his cock.  She stroked it,  she wiggled it a
little and even kissed it but it was rapidly shrinking.  Too make
matters worse,  the girls on his hands were rocking the bed so much
she was getting motion sickness.  Abigail was out of ideas until she
saw those lips of his.  The same lips that had kept so many pre-teens
up at night was her solution.

	As Abigail enjoyed oral sex for the first time from a
exhausted television star,  Molly and Becky were playing a perverse
see-saw with his hands.  Becky's brunnette hair and tiny tits played a
contrast to Molly's blonde locks and well endowed tits that would of
impressed someone with artistic inclinations.  Considering the people
in this room, no one really gave a fuck.  Helga took an interest in
being able to pinch almost all of Becky's breasts with two fingers, an
activity that she was indulging in right now.  

	Molly was cramping Mark's fingers as she came twice in rapid
succesion so she sucked on his fingers to make it up to him.  She
danced her tongue on his fingertips while making loud wet sounds.  It
must of been inspiring his tongue because Abagail screamed with the
power of her first orgasm,  and promptly fell over.  Mark's face was a
glistening wet mess but he was smiling bigger than the time he
accidently copped a feel from Elizabeth Berkley.  His cock was
begining to rise for an encore performance when the babe with the
katana walked in.

	All the girls stopped their carnal activities to watch Kiko
storm into the room weilding a wicked sword.  True she was wearing a
black ninja like ski mask,  but her dark purple  bikini couldn't hide
her double D cup breasts that the girls were all intimatly familar
with.  Plus the fact that she was wearing her opening night name tag.
She slammed the door nehind her and leveled her sword at Michelle.
Heather wisely crawled away leaving Michelle alone to face the
assassin.

	"Madam Michelle," said Kiko, "My father is actually Mr
YugoKumach and I have been sent to kill you in order to stop you from
paying the mortgate."

	"Wow,  she can speak english after all!" said a suprised Cindy
who paused in her fucking of Debra Jo.

	Abigail sat up asked "If you wanted to destroy the brothel,
why didn't you just run off with all the money while we were
upstairs?"

	Kiko closed her eyes and cursed under her breath loudly about
the oversight.  Mark saw visions of action movie roles he could win
and leaped up kicking the sword out of Kiko's hand.  Kiko responded
with rage and kicked him across the jaw.  Michelle was filled with
rage that her Zack had been hurt and launched herself across the room.
The two girls tumbled around the room till they fell out the open
window and plummeted to the ground.

	The girls rushed to the window.  Heather was the first to
speak.

	"Oh it's ok, they landed in the mud wrestling pit."

	Abigail offered her observation which was "I thought the mud
pit was under Cindy's window?"  which resulted in a couple of sharp
elbows to her stomach.

	"What's important now is that we keep the brothel running,
let's all go downstairs and act like everything's normal." said
Heather.

	"But what about Zack?  I mean he's pretty beat up but at the
same time, kinda limp so what would be the point?" asked the confused
Debra Jo.

	"Well, I'll stay behind and keep an eye on him" said Heather
who had her own opinions on Mark's recovery rate. 

	"But what about Michelle?" asked Molly.  

	Heather smiled. "Michelle was wrestling champ at summer camp.
I think she'll do just fine.  Besides she'll be fighting to make sure
this is the best brothel ever!"

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