She wasn’t afraid to get straight to the point. Karl liked that. “Lead the way,” he replied. Of course he knew the way to the back rooms perfectly well, but this way he got to watch her ass some more as he followed her there. Once the door closed behind him, he placed a generous amount of money on the table and sat back. The girl settled into his lap immediately, rubbing her body up against his. “So what’s your story, sweet cheeks? How’d you end up in this shit hole strip club?”“Oh, same as a lot of the other girls,” the sexy blonde replied. “Too slutty in high school, finally got knocked up my senior year. Parents disowned me. I had to send the kid into foster care, then I came here to try to eke out a living doing the only stuff I’m good at.”Karl smiled. He sensed that street smarts were the only thing that kept her from being every bit the bimbo she looked like. He moaned softly in delight as she waved her tits in his face. “You ever do any movies?”“I was a fluffer girl for a co
“See that you do,” Jack said, and headed off back to work.As night fell, most of the sailors started settling down into their bunks below decks. This came to an abrupt end when the door opened and Anne stepped in. “Oh, hello there. So this is where you all have gotten off to,” she said.“You lost, ma’am?” one of the sailors asked. “I thought you’d been assigned one of the cabins.”“Well yes, I was, but I got lonely and thought I’d explore the ship a little,” she said, deliberately rubbing up against each man as she stepped into their midst. “I don’t suppose you boys know how to keep a girl company?”The sailors gave each other uncertain looks. “Well sure, but...” one began, then trailed off.“We thought you were only on board for shooting that movie,” another finished.“Boys, boys!” Anne said cheerfully. “Haven’t you ever heard of rehearsal?” The sailors looked at each other again, until one of them finally took the initiative. He was standing behind Anne, so he reached around her wi
He was most definitely a porn actor, as its well-above-average size filled her up quite well.Anne moaned long and loud as Jack rammed into her from behind. She turned her head to look back at him, and said, “Oooohhhhhhh. Man overboard.” The two of them moaned together as he pounded into her from behind, her hips moving back to meet each of his thrusts. “Yes, fuck me, baby! Harder!” she called out.“Yeah, take it, you slut!” Jack said. He moved a hand off her breast and grabbed a handful of hair instead, pulling her head back with a gentle tug. She screamed in appreciation.“Fuck, fuck, yeah, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” she declared, then let out a shriek loud enough to convince anyone she’d just reached orgasm. Jack pulled out of her and stepped back, allowing her to stand and face him. “So did we save him from drowning in time?”“I think he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, baby,” Jack said.“I can take care of that.” Anne sank to her knees, opened her mouth, and slid her lips dow
“Hey, Mr. Dickem!” a sailor called over. “The skipper wants to see you on the bridge, he says we’re at the coordinates you wanted.”“Ah, thank you young man,” Karl replied. “OK Jack, you’re so curious about our destination, come along and hear this too.”The two men entered the bridge to find Captain Anglerod waiting for them over a table covered in sea charts. “Alright Dickem, you said when we got to this location you’d fill me in on the rest.”“Just about in Japanese waters,” Karl said.“I was a sailor in the Pacific theater, but I was never in these parts. Where the fuck are we going, man?” the grizzled old captain asked.“Head southwest,” Karl answered.“Southwest? There’s jack shit southwest of here,” Anglerod protested.“That’s not entirely true. Check this shit out,” Karl said, removing a page from his shirt pocket. He unfolded it and laid it on the table. “This island is our destination.”Anglerod studied the hand-drawn map. “So according to this ... Hold on, let me find the r
The daimyo reached the group and began talking. Karl nudged Anglerod forward. “Go on, Captain, let’s have a nice chat with them.” Anglerod stumbled over the words, but managed to make himself understood. “What’s he saying?” Karl asked.“Wants us to leave, what else?” Anglerod replied.“Well change his mind! And find out what the party’s all about,” Karl demanded.Anglerod conversed with the daimyo further, and pointed at the girl that was dressed up. The daimyo spoke, and when he said, “hime no Dongu-sama”, the villagers around him all repeated the phrase with reverence.“He says she’s Lord Dong’s princess,” Anglerod said.“Fuck yes! We sure picked the right time to come. Ask them what she’s going to do,” Karl said.Another village elder came through the crowd to the daimyo and began to shout and rave. Anglerod translated, “This one’s really upset that we’ve seen the ceremony. Says we have to leave.”“Change their goddamn minds, man! We can’t leave now!” Karl insisted. Suddenly, the e
“Alright, so in the morning we’ll get another group together to go ashore. A couple of them that almost shit their pants today, they stay behind this time. Pick out guys that can handle themselves,” Karl said. “We’ll bring our trading materials along with us, see if we can’t bribe our way into getting to see what’s what around here.”“So you really think we can make friends with those island assholes?” Jack asked.“And why not? Besides, there’s no choice. I’ve got to see for myself what this Dong is,” Karl replied.“Just another islander legend. They needed a god to worship, Dong is it.” Anglerod theorized.“Great, we’re here to make a film about a myth,” Jack complained.“Bullshit,” Karl shot back. “That wall’s not there for no reason.”“You said yourself those people don’t even remember anything about when it was built,” Jack argued.“Did you see the gate, though? They’ve kept that thing together. There’s something in that island they want to keep in there,” Karl insisted. Suddenly,
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