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Scene 1
Semilaus - The Study of Zen Laundry
After fcuking Loren, Muthu jumped into his car to get something to eat.
“All this fcukin sure makes a guy hungry” Muthu thinks to himself while
Delta is wailing she was Born To Try .. ..ya sure b|tch.
She leans through the window "What the fcuk kind of music is that?"
"It's Delta, some b|itch wailing music, why? You have a problem with Delta?"
"No, I was just hoping you got some horny tunes is all, no need to get your fcuking underwear in a bunch"
“Got to get to Semilaus class, later B|tch”
“What the hell is Semilaus?” .. everybody’s a fcuking millionaire host…
“It’s the study of Zen Laundry where you will the dried sperm stains out without washing the sh|t”
“oh…can I blow you first…please?”
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Scene 2
Jake and Jimmy Bean
“Ohh I hope he doesn’t pick me” Nar groaned noting 1000 litres of beer belly walking in. She’s had six customers already today and her pus8y was starting to ache from all the pounding. Her nipples were hurting too from all the biting and tweaking, it didn’t help that they were PM super sensitive.
“Hi Sweetie, you gonna make ma a happy Daddy today?” Nar turned and saw Jake standing in the doorway. Ol sweet Jake, never failed to brighten her day. “Just kiddin Darlink, I gotto run pick that sumofabeeach up from the airport”
“Oh…Can I Blow you First?”
She grabs him by the hand and leads him up the stairs, bangs the door close and immediately gets on her knees, extracts JakeÂ’s horse size dick ..
“I’m gonna kill him” Nar sucks even harder and deeps throats Jake, she can feel his dick sliding right up next to her tonsils.
Arggh with a wail of release Jake shoots his load. She gives it a good suck.. oooomÂ… it tastes good tooÂ… just like the Jimmy Beam heÂ’s been drinking all day
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Scene 3
The 9th Bass ‘Babe’
Jimi Hendrix staring down from the wall
Radio rap- asking can you feel that BASS babe,
ya sure .. that tequila hangover bass rhythm has been in my
head all night and its still going ..
What the fcuk? What's this all sprawled out over my bed like The Mothership?
Cute little pink nipples peering out from the covers,
“Hi Left, what can we do for you this fine morning?”
Ohh cuties speak English too
Fingers beating the Bass, beat up over her little girl cup br8ast, down pass her tight abs to her tight little 'Venus look but donÂ’t touch'
Mothership ...think her names Georgia ...turns around and smiles with those cheeky freshman eyes.
“Oh Left, that’s gonna be the 9th time darling, I want a lollipop hon”
Can You Feel the Bass, Well Can you?
Watch this space for "Elvis Lives! And Is Tending The Bar"
ELVIS LIVES! In bright pink neon over the bar.
"Where's Angie?"
"She's fcuking Elvis the bartender"
"That pitiful B|tch!, we're gonna be late"
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Scene 4
ELVIS LIVES! And Is Tending The Bar
ELVIS LIVES! In bright pink neon over the bar.
"Where's Angie?"
"She's fcuking Elvis the bartender"
"That pitiful B|tch! WeÂ’re gonna be lateÂ…"
Damn that Angie really drives me up the wall. Her boozed out, horny crap has been getting worse by the day, just the other she teased me crazy Â….
I leaned close, she was smelling like Johnnie having started drinking from 5.
“You wanna fcuk me? You and me are no different ..just fcuk monsters with nothing else on our minds”.
Her hands were working off her denims like they were last fallÂ’s fashion statement...
She spread her legs like a fcukin gymnast, grabbed my hand,led me to her wetness dripping with anticipation and used my fingers like they were her own. ‘Oh baby’ she moans.
It didnÂ’t take long before she had climbed the mountain, reached the summit, placed the flag and took the photograph.
Now itÂ’s my turn I thought and relaxed waiting for her to do her bit.
“I got to go hon, Elvis is waiting at the Pub” she said lighting a cigarette.
“What the Fcuk?, you got to go right now? Can’t it wait 5 minutes?” I yelled, throbbing at the same time.
“Sorry Sweetness, promise I’ll blow you when I get home…”
Damn, I never really liked Elvis.....
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Scene 5
Madeline's Vodka
He was seated at the empty bar with no one around but Daisy the bartender.. “You want another double Mut?, this one’s on the house”.. Now who in his right mind will refuse a free drink? Muthu thinks while nodding his head.
“Hey Muthu!” comes from the open door way .. lo and behold its that scum skirt Maddy from across the street. “Wanna play a round?” Maddy says heading for the pool table..
Oh sure why not, itÂ’s not like IÂ’ve got to go save the Earth thinks Muthu getting up from the barstool.
“So what we playing for?” ol skum skirt asks and Muthu says without hesitation that the grand prize today will be a blow job with him leaning on the table if he wins and a bottle of her fav voddy in the unlikely event she wins.
She gets 3 balls in on the break, pots another 3 and misses. Muthu grabs his cue and expertly pots ball after ball leaving only the 9 ball.
This is easy he grins, itÂ’s like taking candy from CadburyÂ’s..
Just as he was gonna cue the 9 ball to pool heaven ,he couldnÂ’t help but notice ol Maddy spreading her legs to expose her shaved vertical in all its glory while seated at the bench Â…
Damn, that pus8y distraction does the trick and the 9 ball stops just short of the pocket.. Maddy hums EverybodyÂ’s Fool, walks up to the table and smoothly pots the 9.
“A bottle of your finest Voddy Daisy” she sings and smiles.. “Guess you gonna have to wait for that blowjob Mut, another try after the bottle?”
