~Subject: Max's Cafe nc.................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 14:51:34 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


This is another story from my imagination. If you do not 
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next 
posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.


If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... 
ETC then go on to the next posting.


              You have been warned!!!

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                       Max's Cafe # 1
                        by Paladin

It was a tidy looking place among the thousands of others on old 
route 69. The new interstate had bypassed it, but unlike many of 
it's contemporaries in had not fallen into disrepair. The parking 
lot was always crowded with trucks. (This usually means something 
good was there. Either a waitresses with big tits!! Or really 
great food and drink. Or maybe something else... )

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Jan and Sonia were taking a trip before their senior year. They 
had the confidence of money, so no need to work. They had decided 
to take the back roads to 'find themselves' and see how 'the poor 
natives lived'. Their position had prepared them for many things 
but  well.... lets see how they fair  at 'MAX'S'.

So far they were bored with the offerings of back woods America. 
Just too... too rural for their highly developed urbane 
sensibilities. They had not had a good Caffee Latta since god 
knows when... No tall dark handsome men only hay seeds not worth 
the few seconds of their time it would take to fuck um.

As the miles rapidly receded in the snazzy foreign sports cars 
rear mirror, boredom was their only companion. Not even a trucker to 
tease in the last 100 miles. Now, though, a real need arose.

Sonia demanded, "If we do not find a nice place soon I'm going to 
pee in my pants. Jan we should have taken the interstate through 
this part. Nothing but rocks and lizards for miles. Not even an 
ass hole trucker to flash, in the last hour."

"Look I got to go too, but their just isn't anywhere." Jan 
commented as they toped a small hill. Below them the old two lane 
road was straight as an arrow to the far horizon. Right on it 
though was a small group of buildings.

"Wait a minute their is a couple of buildings. See right there." 
Sonia observed of a group of buildings in the middle of the small 
valley. "Their has to be a toilette with your name on it in all the 
shit that's there."

'MarleyVill' the rusted bullet riddled old sign proclaimed to 
all. The population figures were shot away so no population 
estimates were immediately evident.

The two anxious girls drove more slowly through the group of 
mostly deserted buildings. Most of the shops and small eateries 
were boarded up or closed but then right in the middle of this 
desolation stood "MAX'S'.

It was two story with a tile roof. The thick pink adobe walls 
gave the impression of large ranch house of an earlier age in 
this part of the world. The Neon Sign proclaimed to the whole 
world "MAX'S".

The huge black top parking area seemed to be go on forever. 
Lights poles were everywhere, although not needed in the bright 
sun light, the poles also spouted unseen security cameras.

Their were a scattering of 18 wheelers and some all terrain 
vehicles. A couple of hogs parked at the side of the lot.

"Well I guess it is here or find a rock. What do you think?" Jan 
asked her straining friend. Their was no real choice for these 
girls. Civilization was paramount in their minds.

"Looks nice and their just ain't anywhere else. Besides it might 
be fun. Probably some old hay shakers or road hogs we can tease. 
Yea stop." Sonia added. "The beamer will leave any of these shit 
heaps behind if we have to make a fast exit, so what can happen?"

Jan tooled to the front door and finding nothing close enough to 
suit her, parked in a handicapped spot.

"You can't park here." Sonia told her.

"I don't see any gimps here and besides it's hot out here. You 
want to get all sweaty walking all that way." Jan slid from the 
drivers seat and killed the engine and air conditioner in one 
fluid movement. She made for the door leaving Sonia to follow her 
cute wiggling spandex covered but or sit in the rapidly heating 
vehicle and suffer.

Sonia shook her head but hurried to catch up with her friend. Her 
sensible jeans and cotton shirt were more sensible but the sun 
was merciless. She too agreed with Jan. It was too hot to walk 
all that way.

The cool darkness enveloped them at the front door. The girls 
strained their eyes to adjust to the darkened room. The 
conversations in the bar stopped and all eyes fixed on the new 
comers. The assessments were positive. 

"Welcome!  Welcome! Ladies come right in and sit your selves 
down." a grisly bearded old man greeted the from behind a long 
polished wood bar. "What is your pleasure? First one is on the 
house for pretty ladies like you. Set those cute little asses 
right here and jaw a spell." The bartender indicated two vacant 
stools in the center of the bar.

Jan wiggled up to the bar and demanded, "We need the little girls 
room first then we will see if we need anything else." She shook 
her tight blouse to accent the straining cloth containing her 
ample tits. <Suffer you old goat.> she thought. <Probably 
couldn't get it up anyway.>

The bartender's smile did not waver. He extended his hand 
and pointed to the far end of the room.

"Right this way. Want any help? I could get some of these here 
boys.." He said indicating the assembled bar flys.

"Listen you ugly old perv. We are ladies, not some of your  
floozies." Jan commented as she added a shimmy to the straining 
spandex all the way to the door with a huge cow on it. Next to it 
was a similar door with a larger bull eyeing the cow and all the 
females who entered the restroom.

Sonia had an uneasy feeling as she hurried to follow Jan to the 
much needed facilities. She did not like the way the old 
bartender seemed to undress them with his beady eyes. The other 
patrons seemed to be doing the same. <Pee and go!!> was upper 
most in her mind.

George reached under the bar and adjusted the picture on the 
monitor. He had switched the camera feed when the girls came 
inside. The tape mechanism, was warmed up, and it started when 
the restroom door opened. It would catch all the action about 
to take place in the supposedly private room..

<Wonder it that Spandex will give enough to let her get that fat 
ass back into it after.> George thought. <Wonder if she got a 
real red headed beaver?> George fiddled with the camera adjustment 
and took a swig of his beer. <This sure beets reruns of some old 
shittty sit com from the 50's. Yes sir give me beaver shots 
anytime.> Yes sir Old George appreciated the finer things...

<YES!!> he thought with a high five to no one in particular, <A 
true red headed beaver. That un 'ill go nice in the string. Yes 
sir right nice addition.> George thought as he picked up cellular 
phone from under the bar and punched in a number he knew by 
heart.

He waited and squirmed as the cute red hired cunt did its thing. 
<Yes sir that be a real crowd pleaser when....>

"Manuel you lazy greaser I got... I don't pay you to sleep shit 
head. Now listen, get that lazy ass over here and dead line the 
shinny convertible in the handicapped spot in front of the bar."
He spoke in hushed tones into the phone.

"I don't want to argue with you greaser. Get your lazy ass over 
here and do it or I'll come over there, if I miss these quail, 
and cut off that slimy brown pecker of you'rn.' and stuff it in 
your shit filled ear. You hear me?"

"Yea NOW!!! Get the shit out your ears. Now get a move on!"  His 
voice rose. The lazy mex wanted monyana always monyana.

When he put down the phone, and turned to the small screen he 
caught Sonia just as she was seated under the cameras unblinking 
eye. She had a sparse covering of blond pussy hair
 
<Nice. Definitely a keeper, but the red headed one would be the 
pick of this litter. Yes sir Max'll be pleased with todays 
pickings. If that lazy mex gets over here soon.>

George  got a woodie just watching the blond beaver pee. He 
thought, <Definitely a keeper. Bet she be a monner when she 
got a pecker in her ass and cunt. Ya a keeper but the red 
headed beaver going be the most fun. Yes sir ree.>

The girls came out of the bright white lights of the rest room to 
the dimly light bar and sauntered over to the bar and the old man 
ogling then. 

(His woodie was concealed by the bar.. for now.)

George put on his nicest smile, replaing the leer he had used to 
view the beavers of the unsuspecting girls. He asked, all polite 
like,

"Now as I said, come set a spell and jaw a while. First un is on 
old George."

"I'll take a frozen Dackory and my friend here wants a 
Grasshopper, shit kicker. You know how to make those?" Jan 
demanded of the bearded bartender.

Smiling, old George said, "Will take a minute. Don't get much call 
for those sissy drinks here bouts. The boys and their women like 
something stronger. I'll just get me a box of dackory mix 
and...."

"Box... UGH... We haven't got all day... What snake piss do you 
have that'll be cold and quick?" Jan demanded.

"Beer and tequila on ice, but the Tequila is real strong.. 
Probably too strong for your delicate sens..." George bated her. 

Sonia looked around uneasily at the collection of bar flys who 
seemed to be edging closer to them. She wanted to be on their way 
now. Forget the drinks.

"Make it the strongest coldest Tequila you got. We can take 
anything you got." Jan demanded.

George reached under the counter and got the two specially 
prepared glasses. <Fuck the mex. I got um now!!> He thought.

He opened the freezer and pulled out the iced cold Puke. He pored 
two doubles. The stuff would take um fine. (He had coated the 
empty glasses when he saw them come in. Pays to be prepared.)

Jan looked at the amber liquid and commented,

"Looks like snake piss. You sure this is the cleanest glasses you 
got. Aw hell you got to eat a pound of dirt before you die 
anyway."

"Here is the lime and salt.." George offered.

"Na I don't know where you store them limes. Least the alcohol 
will kill the shit in the glass." Jan bellowed and downed the  
liquid in two gulps. She staggered slightly and grabbed her 
throat. "Shit is strong piss, I'll give you that but we got to be 
on our way. Sonia drink up and we will be on our way."

Sonia did not want to but it did not kill Jan. She did want to be 
gone, so she gulped half her drink before the burning caused her 
to stop. She commenced to coughing and put down her glass. The 
smoldering cold liquid burned all the way down to her stomach. 
She felt ill. she staggered and grabbed the bar.

Jan laughed and added, "She really needed a 'Virgin Mary' but 
well we got to be going. Thanks for the...."

Jan looked over and a bleary image of Sonia was slipping down 
off the stool she had sought to stead her self after her half 
drink.

"SAA.. Sayyy... That shiii... I..." She too sat down on the stool 
and tried to focus her vision. She had never had shit like this. 
she lowered her head and fell into the arms of a greasy mexican 
with a bushy mustache. She thought as all else left her, <God he 
has bad breadth...>

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More to come................