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And then he was cumming. She swallowed the hot spurts as fast as they came, gurgling the viscous fluid around in her throat, gulping, sucking it down, choking, feeling it dribble, too quick, from the edges of her lips, onto his slacks.
His fingers popped out of her, leaving her wet in a hot, unsatisfied void. He pulled her bun loose and wiped his dick off with the long reddish strands. How? she wondered, could she have allowed herself to go off in this totally uninhibited manner? She had never done anything like this in her entire life. How?
Just as the word ‘drugged’ came to mind, she passed out. Chapter 5 The Exchange Sid carried her out the rear exit, and waited while yellow-glow popped the trunk. He lay her down naked inside, then carefully removed all her jewelry. He’d already taken the two thousand out of her coat pocket.
Not bad for a day’s work, and there’s more to come, he thought, happily. He closed the lid with a thump and handed yellow-glow the jewelry. " Take care of this, darling. Should be worth about six grand all tot.
" She kissed him on the cheek. " Be careful, Sid." " Yeah, yeah. Now get that naked ass back in there and make us some money, bitch," he laughed. * * * Sid waited on a narrow, dirt road about half-a-mile off the interstate until a white van drove up and two men in dark suits got out.
" You got her?" the tall, slender one asked. Slender, but Sid knew that he had muscles like coiled steel. " Just like always," Sid said, in his raspy voice, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Underneath his jacket was a fully loaded .45 automatic with illegal Black Talons. He’d dealt with The Followers of Anubis for a long time, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t know what they did with the women he brought them, but he could guess, and he was certain of one thing, he wasn’t going to turn his back on them.
" Well, let’s take a look at her," said the other guy, a blond who had the physique of a body builder. " She’s got to be pretty or it’s no deal." " Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that," Sid grunted.
" She’s prime pelt." They stood back as Sid opened the trunk. They knew better than to try anything with him. In truth, they had no desire to, for Sid would be hard to replace. As long as he was well paid, he could always be counted of to deliver quality merchandise. A rare trait even in legitimate markets.
When he had the trunk open, he motioned for them to take a look. " She’ll do." the slender man said without hesitation. They looked at each other and grinned. Muscle boy got a stretcher out of the van, and they loaded Allison onto it. They paid Sid, then hefted her into the van.
The Nechrophiles have Your Wife II Chapter 6 What Does a Gal Wear to a Snuff Party? Janet Turner was working off-line on an article slated for the next morning’s edition, when the phone rang. She was a petite, sexy-looking woman, with short, curly brown hair, and blue eyes.
" Yep?" She hooked the phone between her ear and shoulder and kept on typing. " There go to be a Circle tomorrow night, senora," a voice said, with a Mexican accent. Janet stopped typing suddenly. Her heart went pitter pat. Excitement surged within her. She took the phone in her hand.
It was Miguel, her latest contact. For a year she’d been working on a story about snuff parties, but so far she’d turned up nothing. This could be her big break. The story of the decade--if she could actually attend one.
" Can you get me in, Miguel?" she asked, almost on the verge of begging. " Maybe...si," he considered, " but it is risky. " If they think you not right, you dead meat." " I know. I know," she said,