Message-ID: <21915asstr$945709801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Katie McN Subject: {ASSM} NEW Katie McN "Country Club Dance 2/2" (parody,ff+,fm+,fM+,etc) Lines: 494 X-Original-Message-ID: <83l1em$m89$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Dec 20 10:46:47 1999 GMT Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 12:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates Don't know what happened to part 2/2?! Posting it again. Country Club Dance 2/2 By Katie McN katiemcn@my-deja.com NOTICE - This story is written for adults. A couple of cute little lesbian girls are out to have a good time, and in the process they happen to sell 50 people into white slavery. Yep, must be another Katie R. story. So, if hot NC female sex doesn't offend you in any way, we've got all kinds of guy sex and similar stuff. There's a bunch of other sleazy hetero sex and delicate lesbian lovemaking happening here, too, so consider yourself warned. Don't care for any of this, well it's time to leave, partner. You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I know. This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel free to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places where people are interested in this sort of thing. The story is dedicated to Hecate who is one of the hottest babes on the Internet, wheee doggie! Plus, I really would like to hear what you think about this story, and any thoughts you might have for the future. Send me an e-mail and let me know. katiemcn@my-deja.com --- Just to see if we still had what it takes, Claudie and me strolled across the dance floor toward the punch bowl. Yep, boys were saying all the usual things about our tits and asses. Makes a girl feel mighty proud, I must say. After we got our egos pumped up a bit, we decided it was time to put our plan into action so we snuck away to get everything ready. A little while later, I came running back into the room, and headed over toward the chaperones. I told 'em that something bad happened to Claudette and that she's passed out naked in another room. Well, pretty much everyone knows that chaperones could be doing just about anything other than baby sitting kids at dances. So, that means they must have the hots for the kids, or else they wouldn't be there. Yah, we all know about those kind of folks. These chaperones were typical of the breed. As soon as I mentioned that Claudette was nude, they were ready to go. They put their drinks down, and we all ran out of the room and down the hall to where I left Claudie. When we ran into the small room, there she was, laying down on the couch, naked as a jay bird. All she had on was her garter belt, stockings and Sergios. Kind of cool looking laying there like that, I must say. The chaperones thought so, too. They rushed right over and started checking the poor girl out. I couldn't believe it when Mrs. Helenski grabbed her boob like that, and what was Mr. Wheeler opening her legs for. I might have been shocked, if I wasn't slipping out of the room. I noticed two gentlemen wearing bad sport jackets, string ties, cowboy hats and walking boots heading on in there. They had badges out and were saying, "We're the Texas Rangers! We heard that there was child molesting going on here and we caught you red handed, so you're under arrest." Kind of funny watching all the chaperones being handcuffed and put in the back of the van. You don't have to feel that sorry for them, though. I just told the boys to take 'em way out in the country and drop 'em off near a roadhouse. Figure they will spend the night getting drunk, and make up some good story to explain what happened when they get back in the morning. Well, now we were ready for some real fun. As I walked toward the stage, the Predtones were transitioning from the Yellow Rose of Texas to The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You. Don't know how the boys do it, but it must have something to do with talent. Wow, Pred sure can play that slide trombone. I noticed that Pred had a tip jar set up. It was empty, of course, since most 14 year olds don't know enough to tip the band, specially for shitty music like the boys had been playing. Well, I dropped a $1,000 in the kitty and asked Pred to start playing some slow two steppin' music. I just about fell over when the band started playing some George Strait songs with Pred up there singing his ass off. That got the crowd going all right. I grabbed on to the first boy that happened by and told him we were dancing. Course him being the regular size for a boy in Texas, that meant we were dancing cheek to tit. And, yes, he "accidentally" grabbed my ass as you might have guessed. Normally, a boy who did that to me would get a quick knee in the balls and spend the rest of the evening in pain. Well not tonight. I moved my chest around a bit to make sure the boy was getting a complete tittie facial. He was having a good time playing with my ass, and my body was beginning to have an effect on him. I could feel his jumbo stiffie pressing up against me. As soon as I felt it, I started rubbing up against him, and made sure I got my leg in between his, and then gave his dick a real workout. Next, I put my hand on his neck and tickled him a little bit, to see if he was still paying attention. I also let him know what other kinds of "accidents" could happen when I pulled his hand on to my tit and left it there. Kind of confusing for him, but he knew what he liked, I guess. It took about 90 seconds for him to come in his pants, and I pretended not to notice until he stopped cumming. When I no longer felt his dick throbbing up against my leg, I stepped back and acted all shocked and stuff. "Denny Joe, how embarrassing for you boy. Here, stand behind me and we'll sneak on out of here before anyone sees that big ole stain in the front of your pants." Off we went into one of the other rooms in the club. Denny Joe was walking right behind me, and he was red as a beet. "Okay, Denny Joe, we've got to do something about those pants. You can't be walking around like that, and what will your mother say when she sees that cum stain, boy." The burnt sienna pants the boy was wearing sure made the cum stain real noticeable. I thought he was gonna shit his pants, he was so scared. "Tell you what, I'll help you out. I know where the laundry is in this place. I can wash and dry those pants in no time and you'll be all shiny and new." While I was talking, I pushed him over to a chair and started to pull his boots off. I threw one of my legs over his and faced away from him so I could give his boot a good pull. I made sure that his leg got a good pussy rub down, and that he got a real good up skirt look at my ass as I bent forward to pull off his boots. Guess he hadn't seen anything that attractive before so he just watched me as his clothes started to come off. I made him stand up next, and had his pants pulled down and off before he even knew what hit him. "Dang boy, that shit's all over your shorts, too." I pulled them suckers off while I was talking. "And, looky here, it's on your shirt, too. What the hell did you do to yourself." The shirt was coming off as I was talking. Well, I didn't want to completely disrobe the poor boy, so I let him keep his socks and bolo tie on. Once I had him stripped down to his skin, I told him to get in the closet and wait there until I got back with his stuff. As soon as he closed the closet door, I went over to the window and threw his clothes outside, and then headed back to the dance floor. When I arrived back in the main room, I noticed Claudette leading a boy out the front door. I decided to follow her to see how well she was doing with her part. Texas gives out driver's licenses to anyone who lives on a ranch at age 14 whether they can drive or not. That means that just about every boy here drove his car. The boy that Claudie was with had a nice Mercedes, and I saw them getting into the back seat of that fine looking vehicle when I arrived on the scene. I decided to get a little closer to the car so I could see what was going on. She was supposed to tell the guy it was her first time, and that she wanted to be fucked by a Texan. She had thought about how wonderful it would be ever since she was a little girl living in Canada. Well, it took the boy about ten seconds to strip completely after hearing that good news. Claudette had her dress off, too, and jumped right on him. I watched as she fucked his brains out, and I'm sure that boy never had anything like that happen to him before or since. After a very short period of time, the guy got his rocks off, big time. As soon as he came, Claudie grabbed both their clothes, jumped out of the car, and ran toward where I was hiding. "Claudie, it's me. Hey, how come you fucked that boy? Why didn't you just grab his clothes and make a run for it once you had him stripped?" She just looked at my as if I didn't know anything and said, "Katie R, I'm a Canadian and we believe in fair play. It wouldn't have been right to get him to take off his clothes unless I fucked him. Besides I was a little tense anyway." No use arguing with the girl when she is in one of those moods. We just headed back to the dance to see who else was around. It was too damn easy. Before you could say Pred and the Predtones, every closet in the place had a naked boy in it. Most of the cars in the parking lot were filled up with the same cargo. We would have been able to get the job done a lot quicker if Claudie didn't have to fuck each and every one, but you just can't tell that girl anything. None of the girls seemed to notice anything was happening as the boys disappeared. They were all off talking about hair spray, and other stuff that girls in Texas Society feel is important so they missed all the action. The Predtones started playing polka music when they finally noticed no one was dancing. Man, that tuba sure can wail and scream. Our next step was to play cutting horse. We would get four girls separated from the herd and then ask 'em to join us in another room. That part was real easy when they found out what we had in mind. The highest honor any woman in Texas Society can obtain other than marrying someone richer than her daddy, is to become a cheerleader. Well, when we told these girls that we were interviewing for Junior Rodeo Cheerleaders, they got so excited that it never occurred to them they never did see a cheerleader at a Junior Rodeo event. I had one cheerleader costume made to order for the occasion. It was so cute. It had a little white fringe vest, tiny white skirt and red thong panties. Just the kind of outfit most of the high school cheerleaders wear around here, so it looked real authentic. While we were talking, I gave each one of them a taste of Jack out of the flask I was carrying. They all thought it hit the spot real good. "Okay, girls. We need to see how you look in this outfit. So if you don't mind, could you slip out of your clothes and try it on." I knew they wouldn't mind in the least because I'd been hanging out with girls like this all my life. The room looked like a strip tease in high speed. Clothes were flying through the air. In no time the four girls were standing there in nothing but their high heels waiting to see who got to try on the uniform first. Ummm, not so fast, babes. "Well girls, as you may know, there is quite a bit of demand for the cheerleader jobs. You would be the ones we had in mind, but we kinda figure you need to take care of us, too." Of course they agreed that they would owe us and so forth. Yep, they would be willing to do anything to get picked. Now I was really only waiting for the drugs I put in the Jack to work, but they did look so cute standing there all naked and everything. I just had to go for it. "Here's the deal. Claudie and I always wanted to see what girl- girl sex was all about. (Yah, I know, but they might get suspicious if I told 'em the truth.) So, if you would be willing to put on a little show, the job is yours." You might think there would be some objection or other when I said all that. No, no, these girls had their priorities. A little degradation and humiliation was nothing to them. Happened all the time around here. They knew they just had to do things like this to get what they wanted in life. I pulled two chairs into the center of the room. Claudie and I sat down and we had a perfect view of the couch. I asked two of the girls to get on the couch and go for the gusto with a little sixty nine action. Guess it wasn't the first time for either of them. They got right to it and looked very hot in the process. I must say that the girl on top had one of the finest looking butts I'd ever seen. Her tits jiggled around real nice as she was going down on the other girl. We made the other two girls get between our legs, and they gave us a little super slurpy while we watched the floor show. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to Claudie, but I did hear her making a lot of noise, so I suspect she got off about the same time I did. One thing you can count on in Texas, is that girls know how to have a good time. Good thing we got off when we did, cause the girls started falling asleep right about then. After they passed out, we dragged their bodies into the next room and headed back to the dance. It took 12 more trips to strip all the girls and stack 'em up in the next room. Now we didn't have sex with every single one, but there were quite a few cute ones where we just couldn't miss the chance. Took us a little longer, but they certainly were worth it. It didn't seem like any time went by when we heard the back door of the country club slam open. It sounded like a large mob of people were coming down the hall and they didn't care who knew it. Wow, it's Warren M! Claudette and I watched as Warren M, the handsome stranger and most important pimp in all of Kangarooland, stormed through the door with his gang of cutthroats. "Yikes! Look at that suave man", said Claudette with a look of unbridled lust on her face as she checked Warren M out. The handsome stranger presented an imposing if unusual figure. He had on tight Australian shorts, showing his bronze muscular legs, and an open Drizabone oilskin coat that almost reached the floor. No shirt. His handsome face was slightly obscured by the matching leather bush hat. When he looked into Claudette's eyes, she felt an urgent need to force something, anything into her pussy. When he spoke, everyone listened. "Fucking oath, mate. I reckon any one of these bitches will make me a fortune when I put her on a street corner in Kings Cross, back in Oz. Claudette thought, "Oz? Australia? What was this handsome stranger talking about? These lucky girls were not only going to get out of Big Spring, but they were going on vacation as well. How very cool!" Before Claudette could ask any questions, Katie entered the conversation. "Hi, Wozza!" "Hello Darlin', you've earnt the right to call me Wozza now that you've pretty much furnished all the hookers in Sidney. Shit, the Ozzie babes I used to have working for me were just looking for labor movements and benefits, whereas your girls will fuck anything that moves, without asking too many questions. Glad that you told them that the minimum wage in Oz was 2 bucks Canadian per hour. That's really keeping the expenses down, girl. Do you realize that $2 in Canadian is only one yen in real money. I almost feel bad taking advantage of all those young ladies. Bwahahahaha." "OK, Warren Em, I want $25 thousand American for each of these babes. Since they are from Texas and over the age of 12, you can pretty well count on them being ready for some real hot action with all comers." "I don't pay retail for anything or anyone, babe. I'll give you 15 thou in cash for each one, and two 1st class tickets DownUnder to try out some of the more exotic delicacies that we offer to discerning cunts like you and Claudette. Y' know, there's a boarding school called St. Alphonso School for Girls in the Blue Mountains just outside Sydney, that you might like to spend a year at helping these girls learn how to satisfy the more discerning Ozzie clientele. The Head Mistress is an... associate of mine." I wasn't used to being underpaid, but somehow this Warren M made it seem like I was the one getting the bargain, and I had to get rid of these babes so I went along with his offer. As for Wozza, I knew he was figuring a 14 year old who could give super head could turn at least $50 profit a trick, 5 times a night. That's $100,000+ a year. And, when he found out that these girls were able to do certain specialties, he would make a shitload more. In any event, I knew he needed something hot kneeling down in front of him on the long flight back to the land down under. The way he was looking at that cute blonde with the big tits, I figured he'd be waking her up to help make his trip to Oz a little more enjoyable. "Thirty hours is ten loads of cum she'd be swallowing - excellent start to her training", was the last thing I heard him say before he told his staff to start loading the trucks. Wozza had a hard time stopping his lads from jumping all the nude young girls. "You fuckers better get your asses moving! We got to get these cunts out of her before anyone notices what we're doing. Plenty of time for shagging once we get them on the plane." The boys started stacking the Flowers of Big Spring Society into the back of their vans like cord wood. Warren M was used to being obeyed and he never looked back as he walked smartly through the back door of the Country Club dragging the blonde girl by the hair. The Big Spring Society girls were about to start their journey to a life of total degradation and humiliation servicing any and all in the most sordid red light district in Australia. Katie thought they would be so happy with the big improvement in their lifestyle. "Katie, you only made $750,000 on this deal. I thought you said you needed at least a million for an upcoming project." Claudette forgot about their clothes and jewels. Since they wouldn't be needing things like that anymore, I planned on having Mike sell them while Claudette and I went on a much needed vacation. --- Just before we hopped on a charter flight for England, I called the Big Spring police and told them that a fag party was going on at the Country Club. I knew that this would get the cops' attention since the most evil crime in Big Spring is fagism, or whatever they are calling now. Well, as I understand it from the court records, the police stormed into the Country Club and found most of the fifty naked boys engaged in various types of homosexual activity. There were a couple who tried to hold out, but the rest of the guys just stuck 'em in the ass a couple of times and they quickly came around. The police couldn't believe it at first. That many gay boys was quite unusual for this neck of the woods. Well, once they found out that they were wearing burnt sienna pants and so on, it got a little easier to understand. Must have been a sight seeing 50 naked boys being run into the Big Spring jail, and their parents must have been so very proud. --- I figured we would head to England and then pretend that we escaped from the evil people who kidnapped us. We decided to tell the authorities that we were kidnapped by someone named Tally Ben Lauden figuring the government would decide that terrorists were to blame and then spend all their time bombing some little country in retaliation. We might get medals or something, and no one would think to investigate what really happened. We landed at Heathrow and hopped on a train. I figured we would be better heading down South to Hampshire seein' as how I'm a Southern girl and all. When we got to the Swathford on Leaky train station, there was this nice woman giving candy to all the young girls getting off the train. I already told Claudette that we should always take candy from strangers just to see what they had in mind. I'd been able to blackmail so many people by being smart about things like that. We found out the sexy babe's name was Hecate, and that she was the owner of the Hecate Brewing Company. Way cool, but Claudette does tend to ruin things, and the girl is just so unromantic. "Okay Hecate babe, you don't have to waste any more candy on us. We'll let you do us both a couple of times as long as you promise to call the police and tell them you rescued two of the poor American girls who were kidnapped by terrorists." Apparently Hecate found tX-Mozilla-Status: 0009orating. A few days later, she called the police and they came right over. Claudette and I were both worn out from all the action we were getting from Hecate. The police figured the kidnappers were responsible for the way we looked and decided not to ask any questions given our tender ages and all. ---- I was so happy when we got back to the US of A, even though Claudette and I would both be missing Hecate. Well, I did have another million dollars for my special project fund, and all those girls who thought they were going to beat me out for head cheerleader when we finally got to University of Texas, Austin were gone forever. And, best of all, those dorky boys were all sent out West to San Francisco so their parents could avoid the embarrassment of having a child who wore purple velveteen pants hanging around the house. I was kind of happy being back home, and the best part was no one thought to blame me for any of this. Kind of cool, huh? --- The End of a Story By Katie McN katiemcn@my-deja.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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