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Conned By The Cons - 2
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Jenny has been tricked by her son's kids in a young 
offender's prison. Her superiors discover her secret 
and she finds herself on another project. But the 
consequences are the same. (MMF, nc, blkmail, intr, 
orgy, huml)

***

It was 6.05 am as they sat in the unmarked LDV mini bus 
in the car park of the Three Horseshoes pub, half a 
mile away from Feltham young offender's prison. The 
late September breeze gave Jenny goose bumps under her 
sweater and the leaves on the trees in the cemetery 
opposite were offering an orange tinge to an otherwise 
grey morning. 

Two days ago, she'd been tricked into lewd acts by 
three of the inmates, an experience that could have 
left her permanently scarred in more ways than one. 
Luckily for her, so she thought, the offending phone 
had been confiscated during a routine security search 
by Gerry, a big African guy who was chief of security. 

Sadly, her boss, Bob, had been shown the evidence on 
the phone and he'd confronted Jenny yesterday, having 
downloaded the images and sound bytes to his laptop. 
Jenny had been embarrassed and they had shown no mercy. 
A third man called Mike, who was from the Government 
department for young offender's prisons had come to her 
rescue, suggesting she may be able to help with 
rehabilitation of the youths and, on his request, was 
on the early shift with 4 young lads just before dawn.

Mike had encouraged the youngsters to use their 
creative skills and they were working on an urban film 
which, if successful, could be marketed and any profit 
would go towards future projects, lessening the burden 
on the Government to fund further projects. Mike had 
told Jenny that she was unprofessional and should not 
have been encouraging these young lads. Earl and his 
mates were there to be punished, not rewarded. 

Jenny had pleaded her innocence but the video clips of 
her begging to be fucked were sufficient evidence. 
Jenny was in tears before Mike stepped in and offered 
her a get out option. She was to assist in the 
production of the urban film, Gerry was there to 
oversee the security and Mike was there was oversee the 
project and, ultimately, was in charge.

The 4 young offenders were aged between 14 and 17, one 
was white, one was of mixed race and two were black, 
all had local accents and all had rolled up cigarettes 
behind their ears. She'd been introduced to them 
briefly but she was unable to recall their names and, 
frankly, she didn't care much. It was too early in the 
morning for her and she was having trouble focusing.

In the distance, she could hear the sound of a 747 
coming in to land at Heathrow and Jenny guessed the 
passengers on board the long haul jet were probably 
less tired than her. The grey cloud overhead obscured 
any view she may have had and the amber glow of the 
streetlights did their best to imitate a red sky in the 
morning. Somehow, this gave Jenny a shudder as she 
recalled the humiliating events of a couple of days 
ago.

"Why are we here?" Mike asked, breaking the silence. 
The half caste lad spoke first.

"We've come to film Skip," he said. Skip was a local 
character, ex Royal Navy and involved in the Falklands 
conflict, he'd been on board one of the ships that had 
been sunk. Once back in the UK, he'd lost his marbles a 
bit and, since then, he'd lived the life of a tramp, 
sleeping rough in the cemetery on Ashford Road. 

All the lads knew him, Gerry knew him but Jenny and 
Mike, who were not local, had no idea of what Skip was 
like. Mike, however, had done some research and the 
lads had primed him of their ideas which had enabled 
Mike to make some preparations. He picked up one of the 
Tesco carrier bags laden with shopping that he'd bought 
from the 24hour supermarket next to the fire station 
before he'd arrived that very morning.

The lads, all dressed in jeans and hooded sweatshirts, 
unpacked the camera gear from the van and crossed the 
road, Gerry in his black and white uniform the only 
thing to give away the fact they were not just kids 
from the local comprehensive school. 

Entering the cemetery, they found skip asleep on a 
bench in the middle of the grounds, sheltered by an 
overhanging willow tree. Somewhere above, the sound of 
seven people approaching caused the pigeons in the 
willow tree to take flight, the sound of panicked 
flapping wings adding to the early morning eeriness. 

"T-there he is," stammered one of the black lads, his 
nervousness coming out as a stutter. As they 
approached, they noticed the empty tins of export 
strength lager beer under the bench where he lay. Skip 
was in his fifties now, his unkempt hair and beard grey 
and matted, the smell of body odour and urine somewhat 
overpowering. 

Jenny felt physically sick as they approached, their 
less than delicate feet on the hard asphalt path enough 
to wake the dead. Jenny stared round at the monuments 
within the cemetery, visions of old horror movies 
skipping through her mind, images of blood and vampires 
with sharp teeth. Again, she shuddered involuntarily.

The old tramp was totally out of it, his drunken stupor 
keeping him unconscious. The lads began to unpack their 
kit, lights, cameras, tripods, clipboards, microphones 
and so on. The kit looked almost professional and Jenny 
wondered how that had been funded as the Government was 
so strapped for cash. Mike looked a totally smarmy 
creep and she again felt an involuntary shudder wrack 
through her body. God, she detested the man and she'd 
barely known him for more than a day.

The lads were taking some time setting up, cables and 
battery packs all over the place, so Jenny found a 
bench to sit on, closing her eyes to her environment 
momentarily. Her peace was disturbed by footsteps and 
she looked up to see Mike smiling at her, his eyes 
concealing some inner secret which added to her 
distrust of him. He handed her a flask of steaming 
fluid.

"Hot chocolate," he said, as if reading her mind. She 
took the cup in her hands, the warmth against her 
chilled hands a pleasant change. 

"Oh, it's not the canteen stuff," he added, standing 
tall in front of her, "I made it myself. It just for us 
to share, the lads will get canteen tea if they behave 
them selves" he smirked and Jenny could feel another 
shudder approaching. She sat up to try to suppress the 
sensation.

"Cold?" he asked, taking off his warm overcoat and 
offering it to her. Jenny shook her head but Mike was 
insistent.

"Tell you what. These lads will be a little while 
setting up so why don't you drink the hot chocolate and 
curl up on the bench whilst they get ready. "I'll give 
you a nudge when they're ready." 

Jenny wasn't too sure but he made her gulp the warm 
fluid down then covered her in his overcoat. Jenny was 
tired and she was grateful for a bit more shut-eye but 
she still didn't trust Mike. Still, he was being 
chivalrous and she raised her legs onto the bench and 
allowed her eyes to close, her thoughts on sleep. 

Hell, she was looking forward to the weekend when Mark 
was coming down to spend the weekend with her at her 
digs. She missed his warm gentle arms, his soft kisses, 
his firm hands all over her body, She felt herself 
tingle all over at the thought of him and how they 
would make love all night, his hot body against hers, 
his big moist cock sliding into her warm inviting 
pussy. She could feel herself becoming moist between 
her legs and as she dozed, her visions and memories of 
Mark became stronger. 

The sounds of camera against tripod and orders being 
barked were a distant echo in Jenny's ears as she slid 
blissfully into a light sleep, serenity sweeping over 
her like the autumn breeze, not stirring even when an 
orange leaf blew gently against her cheek.

Mike watched from a safe distance knowing the sedative 
he'd put in her hot chocolate would act quite quickly. 
He checked the contents of his carrier bag from the 
supermarket and, satisfied he had all he needed, took 
control.

"Right. I want both cameras and lights ready in 3 
minutes," he barked. The lads looked at him.

"Ain't we got time for a ciggie first?" the white kid 
called John asked.

"All in good time. I want this picture shot before the 
rest of the world gets up and interferes" Mike said. He 
turned to Gerry.

"See if you can wake the scum," he said, nodding his 
head towards the tramp. "We're gonna make this scum a 
star." Gerry walked over to Skip as Mike rubbed his 
hands, trying to keep warm but succeeding only in 
looking like a miser.

Gerry was about 6 foot 3, and big. Muscularly big, not 
fat and very, very black. His African accent making him 
sound more menacing in his manner. He grabbed the tramp 
by his shoulders and sat him up before moving behind 
him. The drunk struggled to focus, the early morning 
light hurting his eyes, before the contents of his 
stomach rebelled. The tramp vomited violently over his 
shoes and trousers, some of which also dribbled down 
his beard. He burled some obscenities at Gerry but the 
black guy stood firm. 

Mike came over, keeping a good distance from the puke 
on the floor.

"Skip? I've got something for you," he said, showing 
him the distinct gold label on the can of export 
strength beer. "But I need you to do something for me." 

The tramp responded but it was totally incomprehensible 
other than the fact that the accent was as Geordie as 
you can get. 

Meanwhile, Jenny was still dreaming of Mark and what 
they were going to do that weekend. She could almost 
feel his warm wet tongue licking at her outer labia, 
tasting her moistness, licking her thigh until his 
tongue was dry before moistening it again against her 
own vaginal juices, his rough dry tongue accentuating 
her sensations, making her gasp, squirming as his 
tongue probed deeper into her, entering her most 
private places. 

Jenny writhed in her slumber as she could almost feel 
his warm breath against her velvety inner thighs. She 
stirred in her slumber, the sensation between her legs 
making her uncomfortable yet excited. Her eyes 
flickered and she saw the canopy of orange and gold 
above her and she recalled being in the grounds of the 
cemetery. Light hurt her eyes and she blinked her eyes 
violently, trying to shut out the intensity of the 
glare. It had been day break in late September, surely 
the sun couldn't be that bright so early in the 
morning, could it?

Sounds, murmuring and footsteps aided her consciousness 
and she tried hard to focus, trying to sit up but being 
impeded by an obstruction. She looked down at her legs 
and found the image hard to determine but as her vision 
improved, the horror struck her.

Skip, the unkempt tramp was between her legs, eating 
out of her pussy, his grey matted hair rubbing against 
her inner upper thighs. The odour of fresh vomit hit 
her olfactory nerves and she recoiled away but skip was 
stuck to her pussy like a limpet. Jenny tried to scream 
for help, for Gerry or Mike, or even one of the lads to 
help her but her recently focused eyes took in the 
sight before her. She was being filmed and Mike, the 
man from the Government department was by all intents 
and purposes, directing the action.

Jenny tried to sit up on the wooden bench but found her 
arms were trapped, handcuffed to the wooden uprights. 
She tugged at her arms but the pain in her wrists from 
the cuffs caused her to stop. She noticed a wry smile 
emanate from Gerry, the big African security guy.

The lights were so bright, she could barely see the 
second lad with a camera filming from a crouched 
position to get a close up of Skip licking at her 
pussy, her soft blond pussy hair glistening with Skip's 
saliva.

She tried to speak, to cry out for him to stop but her 
throat defied her, making nothing more than a rasping 
sound.

"Gee, she's fucking loving it," she heard one of the 
lads say and Mike grinned even more than he had 
earlier.

"I knew she was a slut craving for scum" Mike said to 
Gerry, who nodded in agreement. "From the moment I saw 
those images those cons took of her, I knew. I tell 
you, I can market this for a fucking fortune. My 
contacts in Amsterdam and Bangkok will pay handsomely," 
he smirked.

"You think she'll fuck him?" the same lad asked.

"Dunno," Mike replied. "But I'll tell you something, 
he'll fuck her for another can of export!" he said, 
trying to contain his laugh.

Jenny tried to wriggle away from the flea bitten runt 
between her legs but it only added to the image that 
she was responding to his cunnilingus.

"Fucking hell, you think she's coming?" the lad asked. 
Mike shook his head.

"Nah. Not yet," Mike responded, enjoying the scene 
before him. "Skip's gonna be an Olympic gold champion." 
The lad looked at Mike quizzically.

"Skip's gonna come first!" he said, laughing at his own 
pathetic joke. The lad grinned politely, refocusing his 
attention to the lights and sound.

Jenny continued to struggle, the sedative in her hot 
chocolate still causing her issues in her voluntary 
muscular movements.  Mike walked over, straight into 
camera shot knowing he would have the footage and he 
would personally edit the picture to his own perverted 
taste, the taste that would sell internationally as an 
amateur blue movie. 

He whispered into Skip's ear and a barrage of slurred 
abuse erupted from the tramp before he stood and 
dropped his trousers, needing Mike to help him keep his 
balance. Mike looked away, more to avoid the smell than 
anything else. Despite the volume of alcohol within 
Skip's system, an old sailor seldom has trouble in 
impotence and his surprisingly substantial 8inch 
erection stood proud. Grubby, but proud. 

Jenny's face visibly paled as he approached her, 
slurring speech sounding like "Come here my lovely," 
but the accent and the alcohol making difficult to 
decipher. Gerry thought the film may need subtitles for 
the English viewers let alone any foreign nations it 
was sold to.

Jenny tried to pull her legs up away from this old, 
ugly and unkempt stranger, trying to limit access but 
her legs would not do what her brain was telling them, 
disobedient like a new puppy.

She began to weep as the inevitable evolved and the 
stranger pulled her thighs towards him, kneeling down 
carefully in case he fell. The two camera operators 
moved closer, Gerry helping the second lad whose camera 
was on a tripod. The cameras kept on rolling as Skip 
brought his stubby erection closer to Jenny's moist 
love lips, the first elements of pre-cum appearing on 
the tip of his cock.

Jenny tried again to scream but was stopped by her own 
hoarseness. Skip thrust his circumcised cock at her 
pussy as though trying to thread a needle, missing on 
his first attempt and resulted in a barrage of 
profanity. He tried again and this time, cock met pussy 
lips for the first time. Jenny gazed at his manhood, 
wanting to scream, to run away yet rooted to the spot 
by fear and drug induced sedation.

Cracks on his skin like psoriasis lined the length of 
his cock, the cracks stained with dirt from god knows 
how many months (years even) since his last bath. Skip 
muttered to himself as he forced his cock into Jenny's 
waiting pussy, his earlier saliva combined with Jenny's 
own wet dreams making his entry easy. 

"Fuck!" he bawled at the top of his voice, the first 
truly comprehensible words to leave his lips since 
they'd found him today.  Gerry smiled and nodded at 
Mike whose broad grin made him look even more of a 
creep than earlier, his short dark hair slightly 
ruffled by the autumn breeze.

"Make her suck his dick" one of the lads suggested but 
Mike overruled them. He wanted this scum to cum, cum in 
her moist deep, dark pussy.

The lad looked disappointed but Mike smiled.

"That pleasure, my son, is for you to enjoy once Skip 
has finished with her." The lad looked startled.

"You mean, I can face fuck her?" he said. Mike nodded. 
"I can overdub the sound bytes from the phone footage 
over her sucking you" he said, the pieces starting to 
fit together. 

"You're one nasty fucker, you are" Gerry said sternly, 
but with empathy. He knew the pressures Mike was under 
but he was still an evil bastard. Mike nodded.

"She's horny, she fucks and she's my bitch now," he 
said, reaching into his trouser pocket and pulling out 
a pack of cigarettes. "She'll pay for many of the 
reforms within the prison service without affecting the 
tax payer," he said, gazing into the distance at 
another long haul plane on its final approach to 
Heathrow. "And I'll make a few quid, too. That'll make 
up for the crummy salary they pay me"

"You won't forget our deal?" Gerry added with urgency. 
"I have contacts in Nigeria that want a copy for 
duplication."

Mike lit his cigarette, exhaling his smoke into Gerry's 
face.

"Trust me," he grinned, turning his attention back to 
Jenny who's facial expression had not changed but 
Skip's had. He was going for it, thrusting deep into 
her pussy, the dirt on his skin mixing with the 
moistness of her pussy leaving streaks down her inner 
thighs like a mascara run. The timing was almost 
perfect when one of the lads switched the ghetto 
blaster on and some eerie music began, followed by the 
haunting lyrics of Alice Cooper singing, "Welcome to my 
nightmare, I think you're gonna like it..."

At this point, the lad who wanted to join in got a 
little excited, walking into shot and standing behind 
the bench, watching. One of the camera operators waved 
for the kid to get out of the picture but Mike 
discouraged him, wanting to see watch the scenario 
evolve. The lad had his hood up, disguising his face 
and hair sufficiently, standing behind the bench and 
watching. 

Jenny was blissfully unaware of his presence, still 
trying to shake her head in rejection of what was 
happening to her, this filthy erection inside her 
clean, honest pussy. She saw a shadow from her 
peripheral vision but before she could react, a pair of 
big black hands had cupped her tits, massaging her 
breasts, gently at first but then more vigorously. 

He unbuttoned her flimsy blouse and lifted her 
uplifting bra over her ample tits, exposing her breasts 
to the cool dawn air. She moved her head to see one of 
the black youths cupping her tits, his fingers tweaking 
her nipples which were erect from the cold autumn 
chill.  A cigarette was hanging from the corner of the 
youth's mouth, his grin exposing his pearly white teeth 
contrasting against his dark ebony skin.

Jenny opened her mouth to speak, to reject him, to tell 
him to fuck off but she still had no voice, as though 
her pharynx had been disabled. The lad saw her open 
mouth and exploited the situation, dropping his pants 
and revealing his already hard cock to the cool 
September air, placing a leg over the back of the bench 
and forcing his throbbing member towards her open 
mouth. Jenny tried to look away but the lad held her 
face firm, slowly and deliberately entering her mouth, 
plundering her throat with his hard-on.

She tried to gag, to spit his organ out of her mouth 
but the lad was too strong for her and, besides, he 
wanted some fun too.

Noises from between her legs as Skip muttered some 
obscenities to himself, coughing his guts up whilst 
still inside her pussy, his wracking body forcing his 
cock deep into Jenny, the sensations causing him to 
spill over and he ejaculated inside her, his filthy old 
dick spilling his seed into her pretty pussy. 

Skip removed himself from her, almost overbalancing in 
the process and his sticky cum dribbled out of her 
pussy, mixing with the smears of slime around her pussy 
and inner thighs, making her look totally sluttish. 
Jenny, aware that her pussy had been vacated, felt 
relieved that her ordeal of the tramp was over until 
Gerry moved the hood and his cock from her mouth, 
replacing it with the filthy semi erect organ of Skip.

"Suck it, bitch," Gerry ordered as his large frame held 
Skip in position so he could place his dick into her 
sweet innocent mouth. Jenny tried to cry but her fear 
and the effect of the drugs prevented her, Skip's cock 
covered in her own juices and his own grime entering 
her mouth, sliding along her tongue. 

Her senses were still active despite her lack of motor 
response and she could smell his pungent odour, taste 
the filth on his cock, see the remnants of vomit on his 
clothing, hear his vulgarity, feel the roughness of his 
balls slapping against her chin. His cock size was 
receding now but to the cameras, it still looked 
realistic. Mike knew it would be easy to edit Gerry out 
of shot later. Mike would have fun editing this. 

Meanwhile, the hoodie was pissed off at being removed 
from her mouth, so he knelt on the floor in front of 
the bench, toying with the idea of fucking her but the 
sight of Skip's filthy semen put him off. He heard a 
whistle behind him and he saw Mike next to the camera 
on the tripod, waving a foil pouch at him. 

The lad held out his hand as Mike threw him the condom 
and he rapidly dressed for the occasion, rushing to 
bury his cock deep inside this gorgeous blond. It might 
be the last chance he'd have to fuck a blondie, and he 
didn't want to miss his chance. As a youngster with 
little experience, he rammed his young hard cock deep 
in to Jenny's vulnerable pussy and for the first time, 
she was able to squeal with pain. The sound, with 
Skip's cock in her mouth, was muted and sounded more 
like a groan of pleasure. Mike rubbed his hands in glee 
like a miser would, as Skip and the hoodie fucked Jenny 
in her mouth and pussy.

"Fuck the white bitch," he muttered, the movement 
knocking the ash from the end of his cigarette which 
hung idly from the corner of his lips. "I ain't never 
screwed a blond pussy before," he gloated, his penis 
sliding effortlessly in and out of her, helped by the 
presence of Skip's semen. 

Who needed lubricant? He temporarily removed the fag 
from his mouth and leaned towards her cleavage, kissing 
and sucking one of her tits, eager to make his presence 
known. He sucked hard on her soft supple breast, 
bursting the capillaries under her skin until a tell 
tale love-bite became visible. He wanted to plant more 
over her sexy body but that smelly fucking tramp was in 
the way. 

The young lad raced towards his own climax, his 
breathing become more laboured, even more so with the 
cigarette back in his mouth.

"Take it off and come on her belly," Mike ordered as 
the hoodie approached climax and he obediently 
conformed, removing the offending rubber from his 
erection and subtly placing it in her handbag under the 
bench. That would be another little reminder of him. 
The thought of her finding his used condom later gave 
him an ego boost, helping him reach climax, spraying 
her bare tummy with his warm white seed whilst he 
reached up and tweaked Jenny's nipples.

"Shit man, she's hot," he said, standing up and pulling 
his strides back on. 

Gerry was getting fatigued holding the tramp up to 
Jenny's mouth and anyway, he was concerned what ever 
was crawling over Skip might now be crawling over him. 
He pulled the tramp away and threw him to the ground 
like some discarded rubbish. Skip mumbled profanity 
before delving into his pockets for a cigarette, 
looking at Mike with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Fuck off, scum," he said, aiming a kick at the tramp 
on the floor, Skip's pants still around his ankles. 
Skip replied with a mouthful of abuse before crawling 
over to a nearby tree. Gerry, meanwhile, had undone the 
handcuffs that had restricted her movements.

Jenny was beginning to get the feeling back in her 
limbs and face now, and she tried to readjust her skirt 
to protect what dignity she had left, not caring about 
her bare breasts. 

"Bastard," she eventually spat out at Mike. He grinned 
evilly.

"What've I done," he said, holding his arms out. He was 
as innocent as the kids were of the crimes they'd been 
imprisoned for. 

"Why?" was all Jenny could think of to ask. After all, 
she'd been guilty of being conned by the kids a couple 
of days ago, it hadn't been her fault. She'd been raped 
by scum bags and now, the very people she'd trusted, 
had betrayed her too.

Mike sat beside her on the bench, casually blowing his 
cigarette smoke in her face like she was no better than 
Skip.

"You know, you'd be great in this job," he said, his 
eyes focused on another inbound plane in the distance. 
"You carry on like this, I can see a fine future for 
you in the Home Office." His grin became more evil. 
Jenny shook her head.

"No. You've failed to protect me from these kids on 
Monday and here we are, Wednesday, and you've 
engineered another rape. You could go down for this. 
You could be imprisoned."

Mike laughed. "I'd love to go down on you!" he 
chortled.  "Anyway where's your evidence?" he said. 
Jenny pointed to the cameras.

"There. On camera," she replied, happy with herself.  
Mike grinned.

"Who owns those cameras? Who's responsible for those 
lads? You think those lads, who only understand crime 
and blackmail, are going to go straight? They all want 
to have a go at fucking you. In fact, there's a waiting 
list. You're about to be famous."

Jenny shook with fear and anger.

"How could you? Why me?" she blurted, her eyes welling 
up.

"Because I can" he smirked. "And I will," he added. He 
stood and walked over to the lads, ordering them to 
pack up the kit, taking care the tapes were in his own 
possession. He walked over to Skip who was puffing on a 
rolled up cigarette and he dropped a can of export 
lager onto Skip's groin, making him curl up in pain.

"Thanks for your help," Mike said sarcastically.

Jenny adjusted herself, realising her breasts were open 
to the public.

"I won't do it anymore," she shouted. There was no one 
else in the cemetery to hear other than them. Gerry 
whispered in Mike's ear and he nodded slowly before 
walking over to her.

"I still have the evidence of the boys you fucked on 
Monday. Remember, you begged them to fuck you. They 
were under age, so that makes you a paedophile. Abusing 
your position, unprofessional behaviour, the list of 
offences go on. You know you'd probably get a 5 stretch 
for that," he said confidently. 

"It'd be better than doing this," Jenny retorted icily.

"You've never seen a women's prison, have you?" Mike 
said, his voice deepening to accentuate the graveness 
of the matter. "They're worse than the blokes. They'd 
rape you viciously and leave you for dead, sweetheart," 
he said, his eyes gleaming with evil. He reached for 
her tits and caressed them. Jenny went to pull herself 
away but Mike grabbed a breast firmly, making her 
squeal with pain.

"I can protect you from those dykes in prison and I can 
get you promotion, pay rises and anything you want. All 
you have to do is perform for me. With anyone I demand. 
Or, should I say, everyone I demand." He released her 
tit and looked her in the eye.

"Do we have a deal?" Jenny tried to contain her tears, 
her taste buds were still recovering from the ordeal of 
having the tramp in her mouth and her pussy was sore 
from the hoodie who'd fucked her in the wrong hole. 

"What about Mark?" she enquired. Mike stifled his 
giggle.

"Well, I won't tell if you don't tell," he said, giving 
her a knowing wink. He leaned forward and kissed her on 
her open mouth, his nicotine covered tongue and tobacco 
breath making Jenny, a non-smoker, feel like vomiting. 
She tried to slap him but Mike was too smart, easily 
avoiding her attempts of violence. Her coordination was 
still difficult as the date rape drug had not quite 
worn off.

He stood and walked over to the kids who were still 
packing up the kit. "Another early start tomorrow, 
lads," Mike announced. "We're off to the old folk's 
home and see how many coronaries we can generate. Oh, 
and Tom? You fancy fucking the blond slut tomorrow?"

Tom's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He 
nodded his head vigourously.

"You'll need to get some more shit like you got me 
today," he ordered and Tom knew exactly what he meant.

"It's twenty a shot," he said. Mike laughed.

"Cunt. You've been done. I get it for fifteen. That's 
all I'm giving you. Anyway, you want to fuck her, you 
arrange the shit yourself. You're resourceful."

"Yeah, w-why d-don't you sell a chance to f-fuck the b-
bitch to your supplier, man" came a voice from one of 
the other hoodies.

"That's the idea," Mike said, gathering the kit 
together. "Right, who fancies a cup of hot chocolate?" 

No one took up the offer. 

***

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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