Message-ID: <998eli$9705292241@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: JohnThomas@compusurge.com (JohnThomas) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: Daisy (humor) DAISY by John Thomas You seen my girl Daisy? I swear, I catch that bitch, I'm gonna cut her. Two day back, I was businessman with five girls on my string. I take care of them good, give them money, clothes, drugs, condoms. Keep 'em happy, keep 'em high, keep 'em motivated to work hard. Motivator's my fine body if they do good, my belt if they do bad. And I keep their money so they won't get mugged, and dress up real pretty for 'em. Daisy, new girl, bring in this guy. She say, this Joe, he a doctor from her home town. I say, doctor, huh? You got any drugs, man? He say he don't carry his black bag in this part of town. He got a point there. I say maybe he check out my girls, for which I give him freebies. He say maybe he do that, but he say I look a little strung out, and how I feel? That true, I'm a little ragged lately. Mostly, I tell him, I get bound up from the pills I been popping. He say constipation can be serious, and he should check. He listen to my chest and tap it, he bang me on the knee, then he grab delicate parts and say, cough. By this time, my pants down around my ankles. He move around back, then he holler, hooeee, you taken a look at your asshole lately? I say, how the hell I gonna do that unless I work for a circus? He say, take this here pill and ben over that table, 'cause he need to give me medication back there. I think the pill was a 'lude, 'cause I'm feeling all happy and dreamy lying acrost that table with my shorts around my shoes. He say, take it easy, he gonna give me a poultice. I say, pole what? He say, chill, it just ointment. And I feel something go gently into my back end. OK, say the doc, we leave that in place for fifteen twenty minutes. Maybe he go look at the girls while it's working. Just say there and relax. I lie there feeling kinda good, even with my back end plugged. Suddenly the door burst open, and in walk a whole mess of ladies from the 'hood, must be twenty or more. Screaming and laughing like it's a party, or they seen the finest joke ever. I raise up, look back at myself. There's a whole bunch of flowers sticking out of my ass. Now my girls gone to other business managers. When I walk out, the ladies titter and smirk, their fancy men too. My business is wrecked, my girls are gone, I get no respect. I hear tell that Daisy and her man - I don't believe he really a doctor - have flown outta town. I find that girl, I get her. She dissed me good. Because, you know what? Those flowers in my butt were daisies. ======================================================================== Feel free to copy the above story in electronic space or any other space you have access to. Copy it, sequelize it, sell it (ha! you wish!), sneer at it, or whatever else turns you on. JT -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /