~Subject: Max's Cafe #3 nc.................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 14:55:47 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 # 3
by Paladin
George froze. He carefully removed his left hand from Sonias
ample tit holder, and slowly turned to face his boss.
"I wadn't doing nothing, Boss. Just checking out her tits.
Honest... I was just seeing if the nipple was..." George tried to
assuage any animosity on Max's part. "an outee.."
You did not cross Max... and live to tell about it. George smiled
his best smile and backed away from the booth. True Sonias blouse
was open but the bra kept its content from sight.
"Don't let me even think you done fucked with the merchandise
afore I tested it out. You hear me old man? I'll feed those
little nuts of yourn to the hogs if I ever find out you do!" Max
explained. He meant every word of it, George knew Max was serious.
He'd seen more than one man try to best Max. They were all no
more. Max was boot hills best customer.
"Now what we got here?" Max demanded. His massive left hand
closed over Jan's slender left arm and dragged the uncontious
girl from the table, back to the seat. He felt the swell of the
girls left mammary. Then he ran his greasy fingers through her
fine long red hair.
"Big ums ain't they. Bitch be a true red head?" Max asked.
"Yes sir best little freckled red headed beaver I seen since that
bitch Eunice...Last year wern't it." George smiled at his boss.
He had done good but he was dismayed to see the sower expression
on Max's beard shrouded face.
"I seen it on the hidden camera... Honest I didn't touch it...
Honest.. I never..." George explained to a skeptical Max. "I
wouldn't lie to you. You know that Max... Dang Man I called you
soon as I saw their potential. I done um, and got rid of the
boys and waited for you."
Max's expression softened. Why he even seemed to smile... a
little.
"What do the boys think they is?"
"I told um that they is probably 'Hutchie Cotchie Girls' from
some circus..." George quickly replied.
"Na what we got here is...SPYS..... Arab spies... Yes sir that is
what we do. We do the spy bit when they get back to the land of
the living. I'll go set it up. Gime their car keys. We'll have to
hide that on um first off. Have that greaser friend of yourn...
Manual take it out to the barn and...." Max began.
"Uh Max.. Manual is siesting in the back. Plumb fell down.. right
here in the bar. Lazy shit head." George related.
"Well have Billie Bob drive it on out there. Tell um it is for
the good old US of A. Have him take that lazy mex with um. Leave
um both out there. Serve lazy bugger right. Long walk back to
town." Max began, then he went behind the bar. He picked up the
cellar phone and dialed.
"Well get Billie Bob... like I tell ya." Max demanded while
waiting for the call to be answered.
George eyed the video of the 'fun' in the parking lot. Smiling he
retorted,
"He is just finishing up. I'll get him directly... Looks like he
done lost again." old George answered.
Old George rushed outside to do his masters biding.
"Lo Walt..... I know it 's siesta time damit but this is
'portent... Listen to me you dumb dick head... I pinned that
badge on ya and I get a notion to .... I'll stick that shiny
pointie star up your ass. Ya know I can do it too..." Max said
into the phone..
"I want you all dressed up.. official like...Pointie star and all
over here in 20 minutes..... shit no...that take all year....
Maybe after we do the deed you get some poon tang... Ya I guess...
The girls say that warped old dick of yourn takes too long so
I'll just get ya a quickie. You want any more going to cost ya...
Ya I know you do me favors but well I let you keep that star on
your chest don't I?" Max ordered.
"Oh all right I'll go a full blow job from Niamia for half price
when we get... Don't rile me boy. I have to come over there
and... I thought you'd see it my way. Now shave and wear a clean
uniform... We doing the Spy bit.... Yea Arab spies... Yea the
hidden film thing... Course the boys'll help. Dumb shit kickers
do it for the US of A.... Ya now get you ass over here.. Now!!!"
George returned and the beamer or whatever it was left the
security's cameras field of vision with Billie driving. Manual
was no where to be seen. A dusty old pick up followed the
convertable.
"I told ya to get rid of the greaser too." Max demanded.
"Well Billie did not want to be seen with 'im so they put him in
the trunk. Probably leave 'im there in the barn." George
answered.
"Serve the lazy greaser right. I have Jose pick it up for the
border trade. Lazy fucker wake up in Mexico and have to sneak
across again....HA HA HA..." Max speculated.
George too saw the joke. the levity lasted as the bar flies, done
with their 'fun', drifted back into the bar.
Max instructed George with a cold eye..."Walt's coming. Seems he
got word their was some arab spys passing through and he asked me
to keep an eye out for um." Turning to the bar flys he went on,
" You boys seen any strangers here bouts??"
All eyes went to the sleeping girls. They were the only strangers
today. But well they was... girls... Spys?? Na... Well... then...
It was half an hour or so before Sonia raised her blond head and
sleepily groped for where she was. She was kind of fuzzy about
where she was and why she felt so thirsty. She sat up and her
head spun around and she had to lie back to steady her self. She
noticed her blouse was open and quickly as she could she fastened
it up. She looked at the old bartender and the locals. No one
seemed to be paying attention to her. She needed a drink of
water..
She observed Jans red hair on the opposite side of the booth. She
too seemed to be knocked out for the moment. What hit them?? Why?
The drink the bartender had given them... That was it...
Sonia slid over to Jan's side and tried to rouse her. Slowly Jan
came to and she too wanted to get some water. Supported by an
unsteady Sonia, Jan went to the rest room and attempted to
restore their composure. As they left the 'privacy' of the ladies
room they beheld a tall figure in a kackie uniform.
He wore a white hat and had a star on his chest. He was the law
and the girls relaxed. They were safe.
He drew a piece of paper from his pocket examined it and reached
down to the holster at his right side. he drew his long barreled
revolver and ordered,
"HANDS UP! UP AGAINST THE WALL.."
Incredulously the horrified girls froze.
Jan spoke up, "Look here...Sheriff. We did not do anything."
The gun never wavered and the 'sheriff' cocked his revolver.
CLICK
"I said hands up and get against the wall. Now be quick about it
or I will have to ... to shoot you."
Sonia quickly complied and Jan followed also. They waited and
hoped for the joke to be over.
"Boys we got us a pair of Arab spies here." the 'sheriff'
announced from behind the gun. "My information says they got the
stolen plans on um so I got to search um. George go get their
purses."
"Yes sir Marshal Walt", George answered and rushed to their
dropped purses. He spilled the contents on the bar and announced,
"Nope Walt ain't no secrete plans here. No guns either."
"Now look here this..." Jan began
"Just shut up and stay put you damn spy!! Well I guess I got to
search um. George get your scatter gun and keep um covered while
I relieve um of their weapons." Walt ordered George. George
went around the bar and came up with a long barrel shot gun with
two enormous holes at the end.
The empty holes caused Jan to bite her tongue.
The Marshal went back behind the women and did a cursory pat down
of them.
"Don't seem to be no deadly weapons but never can tell with these
sneaky arabs. I got to really go over um once I get um back to
the office." Walt speculated.
"See I told you you..." Jan started.
"AW now Walt you get all the fun. They probably tear up the
secrete plans and get off scott free. Whyn't ya do a strip search
here. Me and the boys be happy to help. Won't we boys?"
The boys were happy to join in. After all this was for the good
of the country.. and a little pun tang on the side. Who could
argue with that?
"Well I don't know." Walt seemed reluctant.
"What are you talking about? You can't..." Jan argued.
"You just shut your yap...You stinking spy. I think you being
soo un cooperative I'm just going to take George up on his kind
offer." Walt said.
Walt handcuffed Sonia to the brass rail at the foot of the bar as
he boys passed Jan from hand to hand. (Each one coped a feel and
added to her fear and consternation.) Finally in the middle of
the dance floor Walt ordered.
"Now cut that out boys. this here is official business. Now mamm
you can save us all a lot of time and bother. Now where did you
hide the secrete plans you done stole??"
"Look you fool. I'm a citizen and a tax payer and you better stop
this now or I'll..." Jan tried to reason with the boys and the
Marshal.
"Well boys I guess we got to do it the hard way. take off your
fancy dress bitch so we can see where you done hid the plans."
Walt demanded.
Jan seeing that she could not reason with these fools sought to
escape by running toward the back of the bar. there she ran into
a solid wall of fat and muscle.
Max grabbed her up from the floor, where he had knocked her, by her
hair and dragged back to the dance floor.
"Walt you done lost this?" Max said holding a struggling Jan by
her red hair.
More to come...........