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2020.06.05 04:04 UnepicDumbass The Error Arc - Episode 7: Plot Twists over the Turntables (Part 2)

Episodes: Prologue, Episode 1 - First Encounter, Episode 2 - The Dawn of Unknown, Episode 3 - Toad's Quest and Request, Episode 4 - Glitchbusters, Episode 5 - Heist n' Hacks, Episode 6 - New Neighbors, New Plans, Episode 7 (Part 1) - Plot Twists over the Turntables, Episode 7 (Part 2) - Plot Twists over the Turntables, Episode 8: Taco Tuesday and Wormhole Wednesday
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING EPISODE CONTAINS IMAGES OR SCENARIOS THAT CERTAIN AUDIENCE MAY FIND IT DISTURBING. PUBLIC DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
The "Inspired by Glitch Productions work" title (Glitch Productions logo included) and the UD/SMG4 logos pop up, with a text writing down "Quote of the day: -'What would you like to order sir?' -'Rainbow, motherf@cker!' ".

C.R.A.S.H. (Tenpenny's Theme) starts playing --- https://youtu.be/RKK4KH5EO8E
Wing Fury and Mach follow Kibble into a small apartment buildings alleyway. As soon as they get a good glance of what is going on, Wing Fury's worst fear were becoming true: gangsters, thugs, hoes, mafia bosses, corrupted police officers, businessmen, children with poor physical conditions wielding guns, graffiti of all sorts, drugs, drug dealers. All it was missing were some serial killers, a bunch of psychopaths and the Tax Fraud Council and you had over half the available crimes gathered in a single alleyway. Mach was creeped by gang members constantly getting into a fight.
Wing Fury: "Kid, you tell me this place isn't going to be my grave."
Kibble: "I ain't a kid anymore, and besides we are here."
They are now facing a steel door, leading to the basement of some complex. The door has a text written on it "Ich kann den Gucci riechen" in red ("I can smell Gucci" in German). As soon as Kibble was about to knock at the door, a police siren sound while some siren posts starts shouting "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!! COCK THE DO THE DEW!!"
Music stops
Kibble: "Crap."
Everyone starts panicking because they know what exactly is coming. All these criminals start hiding everywhere: complexes, basements, dumpsters. Some kids even have hidden in some trash cans. Even demons are now crying "nope nononono so much nope" and hiding in places.
Kibble: "Heads down!"
He drags both to the ground.
Mr. Monitor shows up, cocking his shotgun and glancing at some graffiti of a monkey shaking his left hand as if he was jacking off, before blowing it up.
Mr. Monitor: "That was a very disturbing view. Now where would all those criminals be?"
Kibble (whispering): "Fuck. He gonna bust people."
He then rapidly knocks at the doors without being heard by Mr. Monitor. Somebody opens the visor (and by somebody I mean Big Smoke) then greets Kibble.
Big Smoke: "Hey. What's going on?"
Kibble: "Monitor, launch Nyan Dino"
Big Smoke: "ah shit, that crackhead again? Sure, dog."
Twenty seconds later, a young Yoshi with a yankee with no brim shows up, carrying graffiti sprays. Mr. Monitor just gives the death stare while the yoshi just kept drawing. The drawing ends up being Princess Peach doing an ahegao while some monkey pours milk on her face. The death stare intensifies.
Young Yoshi: "All done!"
Mr. Monitor just cocks his shotgun better then points it to Young Yoshi's heart. Young Yoshi, realizing that what he has done has officially pissed off Mr. Monitor, runs away like he stole millions of dollars.
Young Yoshi: "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Mr. Monitor: "I will serve justice on your kneecaps harder than a Tsar bomb! Don't you dare run away from the law!"
And so now Mr. Monitor has to chase a delinquent, the perfect distraction. Now that Mr. Monitor is out of sight, the siren now plays "Chicken, man, no discussion". Everyone starts getting out of their hiding spots, while the trio gets inside as Big Smoke just opened the door for them.
Miss Teeq - Scandalous starts playing --- https://youtu.be/eOV90Ba1N74
Wing Fury: "And as I thought that Hell was over, I just entered into the next level."
The trio is now in a strip club, filled with more thugs, mafia bosses and thots. The red, pink and blue lights were the only source of actual light, which at first made the distinguishing of Big Smoke through the crowd pretty difficult. Kibble eventually gets to see Big Smoke pretty clearly through all the people.
Big Smoke: "Ey, Kib!"
Kibble: "BIG SMOKE!"
They both fist-bumped then belly bumped (and for some reason Kibble wasn't tossed through the crowd when he did the belly bump) them high-fived.
Big Smoke: "Wassup, dog! Haven't seen ya in a while!"
Kibble: "Nothing much, just made two new friends!" (Points to Mach and Wing Fury)
Big Smoke: "Really? How 'bout I-" (Looks at Wing Fury, then his face expression turns into a slightly surprised face) "Hey... You look like the guy Luno keeps bragging about!"
Kibble (now taking a better look at Wing Fury): "Yeah... He really looks like the guy."
Wing Fury: "What guy?"
Big Smoke: "The one with that toy!... Uhhh- the 'Uncorrupt Thor' or something...."
Wing Fury: "It's 'Decorruptor'. And how do you know about it?"
Big Smoke: "Well, Luno kept talking 'bout how much we need that toy. Maybe he can make things clear for you! C'mon, follow my lead!"
Wing Fury: "O... Kay?"
And as soon as the trio starts following Big Smoke, a female stripper tries to seduce Mach, which only responds with "Time is too precious to waste on unsuccessful booty", to which she responds with spitting on him. Disgusted as he was by that gesture, he kept staying close to his boss.
Big Smoke reaches to another steel door which unlike the previous one, it opens immediately. They get inside the room, ending up being greeted by DIO and Officer Tenpenny.
Miss Teeq - Scandalous stops playing; C.R.A.S.H. (Tenpenny's Theme) starts playing --- https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vdmSWyLUgRQ
This room was 18" wide, 18" long, 10" tall and all grey. The only color in this room was a security camera from the 90's, a brown table and a bunch of white plastic chairs.
Big Smoke walks to Tenpenny, both doing the bro hug, then handshaking.
Big Smoke: "Yo, wassup, officer!"
Tenpenny: "Nothing much, Smoke. Heard this is the third guy you suppose it might the asshole Luno has been craving."
Big Smoke: "Yup. He really is the guy."
Tenpenny: "You said the same sh#t about the first two too. How do I know this one isn't a bust aswell?"
Big Smoke: "Well you see-"
Kibble: "I found the two."
DIO: "Well, that's promising enough. But it still can be a bust."
Wing Fury: "I know myself too damn well to be a bust. If you are looking for the guy with the Decorruptor-" (He pulls out the Memory Core) "-Then I am the guy." (Pulls out the Deatomizer aswell) "But don't expect me to take this boy without the other."
???(Voice resembles Bill Cipher's, however it has a slightly lower pitch): "Finally... We found you."
Through a second door comes Luno, a blue doppelgänger of Bill Cipher except he doesn't have a bowtie or a hat, and has an approximately anthropomorphic body, in some grey hoodie and trousers, with grey sketchers along.
Luno: "You have no idea what in the name of the Storm is going on."
Wing Fury: "What do you-"
But before Wing Fury could finish his question, Luno slams a computer on the table. It has a port that perfectly matches the Memory Core's port.
Wing Fury: "How..."
Luno: "If you want explanation, then insert the Decorruptor Memory Core."
At first he was hesitant, but the temptation to know what's really going on pushes him into doing it. As gently as he could, Wing Fury plugs the Memory Core into the computer. As soon as the connection is complete, the whole computer transforms into the same Decorruptor from the lab, expect small enough to fit inside the room, plus attaching itself to a wall. Everyone now looks at the Decorruptor which starts showing holographic representations of the Universes of which are known to be in the Red Zone. There were two Universes with black spots on them, the Universes being known by the names of Final Fantasy VII and One Punch Man. The other Universe next to these two, JoJo's Bizzare Adventures, is currently blank with red outline, which suggests that this Universe used to be part of the Red Zone. The SMG4 was barely showing any sign of Infection, but is recognized as being part of the Red Zone. The Splatoon Universe is also having red outlines while being generally blank. The rest were blank, which suggests that the Red Zone barely expanded ever since it infected its first target.
Mach (Noticing the two red universes with black spots): "Would you offer us an update of what is going on in the two universes?"
Luno: "Well, the best reference for the situation of those two is that they've 'met a terrible fate'."
Mach: "Which consists of?"
Luno: "Complete erasure of the entire informational structure that is in and belongs to those two universes."
Officer Tenpenny: "Complete WHAT!?"
Luno: "Complete erasure."
Mach: "Is there anything we can do to stop it?"
Luno: "I'm afraid not. That Eradicator Synapse won't stop untill everything about that Universe is destroyed atom by atom, digit by digit."
DIO: "Imagine, infinite amounts of worlds of which I would reign supreme with「Za Wārudo」wasted because some douchebag bootlegs decided that everyone is the 'bad' guys but them and that the only way to stop the 'bad' guys is to delete them."
Wing Fury: "This... Is bad."
Luno: "We can however end the spread of the Infection of this Universe. Problem is, the guys we will be confronting are much tougher than what seemed to be the high-end at both of those two universes." (He now manages to show Alterwritten Mario, Alterwritten Bob and Alterwritten Meggy, along with Nerivated Desti and Nerivated Francis) "Only one of these five worry me of different reasons than the other four, which are known to be the true issue regarding saving whatever is left from this existence. The first two are absolute geniuses and persuasion masters, while the other two I have just found out that they are as good as invincible. The third one would be the key into success, but beware, they can traumatize you with kinks you wish you'd never get to hear about."
DIO: "Hah, nothing can traumatize DIO."
Luno: "I sincerely worry about you if you think so."
DIO: "You should worry more about what would happen to the first three bootlegs when I am around them."
Wing Fury: "Anwyay... Do you have any idea about how do we stop those arseholes from taking over this place too?"
Luno: "Yeah, but it'll take more people than I know that are also capable to even fight some red spiders. Hell, the only one I know that can destroy Errors is DIO and that thanks to his Stand."
Wing Fury: "Stand? What the f#ck is that even??"
Mach: "Boss, we are learning so many new cool things! Isn't that exciting?"
Luno: "A Stand is usually a superphysical representation of one's Life Energy, tho I haven't managed to figure out what exact type of energy is 'Life Energy'. From what I know, you aren't a Stand user, right? So that means you cannot see Stands."
Wing Fury: "..."
DIO: "Hm... I was thinking... How about a small demonstration of「Za Wārudo」's powers?
Wing Fury: "... Ok, fine, but then we rush and find whatever people we ne-"
DIO: "ZA WĀRUDO!!"
Suddenly DIO disappears. Wing Fury, completely shocked by the fact that DIO wasn't anymore in front of him, could not notice that DIO was now behind his back. A single tap on the shoulder was enough to scare the crap out of Wing Fury. As soon as he moves with his left arm to rush hit DIO, he disappears again, making Wing Fury swing his arm through air and huff like crazy. Now DIO was again in front of him. Wing Fury turns around and now sees DIO. As a normal response to fear, he cusses at him out loud.
DIO: "Heh. As I have expected, you wouldn't have the slightest idea of my presence."
Wing Fury: "HOW!? HOW DID YOU DO IT!? HOW DID YOU TELEPORT ONLY BY SHOUTING!?"
DIO: "My Stand,「Za Wārudo」, can stop time at will. Which is why you had the sensation that I was teleporting."
Luno: "Okay, play time is over. Time to find more people-"
Decorruptor: "WARNING! UNIVERSES "FINAL FANTASY VII" AND "ONE PUNCH MAN" HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY ERASED!"
Officer Tenpenny: "Looks like the two bloody leopards are now completely gone."
Luno: "Let's better get started."
Music stops
Meanwhile, at UnepicDumbass's House
Jotaro and UnepicDumbass are now chilling on the couch in the living room, watching a documentary about dolphins. Since the last time we saw this house, there have been placed several shelves filled with tons of Clash Royale "Sparky" figures, aswell as a homemade banner with Sparky and even an armchair of Sparky. UnepicDumbass even wears a red t-shirt with Sparky.
UnepicDumbass: "How can one be so obsessed about some marine mammals?"
Jotaro: "how can one be so obsessed over a siege machine with a Tesla coil?"
UnepicDumbass: "Fair enough."
All of a sudden, from upstairs, Archibald Senior starts screaming.
Archibald Senior: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
UD: "What the heck?"
Archie runs down the stairs then trips over due to putting the foot on the wrong step, which deterred his inertia to roll him all the way to the living room.
Archibald Senior: "KING AND SEPI ARE DEAD!!"
Jotaro: "King and Sepiroth are dead!?"
Archibald Senior: "YES! THEY DIEEEED!"
UD: "Wait, for real!?"
Jotaro and UnepicDumbass run upon to see that really happened. As soon as they enter UD's bedroom, they can see some of King's fingerprints on the clothing shelf, they could see GVO with a worried and shocked expression and Toad shaking like crazy.
Jotaro: "What happened!?"
GVO: "Well, the two have been erased along their mother Universes."
Jotaro: "WHAT!?"
GVO: "Yeah. Apparently what are going to confront already has made trillions of kills. These guys really are intenting to become omnicidal."
Toad: "It was the scariest sh#t I ever saw, I swear."
UD: "Crap... This is not good."
Jotaro: "Generic, I almost forgot! How about my Universe!?"
GVO: "Well, your world is... actually very good, it even got cured!"
Jotaro: "IT WHAT!?"
GVO: "Yeah. The errors were starting to lose power, so DIO had a major advantage upon them. He single handedly destroyed all of-"
Jotaro: "DIO DESTROYED ALL OF THEM!?"
GVO: "Yeah, that's what I was going to say."
Toad: "Okay, anything else before I might buy a new pair of pants?"
GVO: "Let me check... So far we have somebody from the Splatoon universe which has a tool which the errors want it gone known by the name of "Decorruptor". It also shows that Mario and Bob are after it to destroy it."
Jotaro: "Mario and Bob!? We cannot let those bastards get any close to their objective!"
GVO: "Agreed. That thing might be our only shot to take down those Corruptions."
UD: "Yeah, but what about Buff Duck? He still is traumatized by that fact that two of his good friends died all of a sudden."
Jotaro: "Yare yare daze... You think this is a good time to give people nicknames?"
UD: "Ah, not really. I actually gave you all those nicknames earlier. Jo, T, Buff Duck and Big Nose."
GVO: "I have to agree with Jotaro on this one. This really isn't the time to use nicknames on people, Unepic."
UD (PewDiePie voiceclip): "I DON'T CARE"
Jotaro: "I seriously cannot understand how can a person be so oblivious."
UD: "Okay, you tell me what is so wrong about giving people nicknames then."
GVO: "I don't mind you giving us nicknames. It's just that you just can't use them now, when right now two people have just died."
UD: "Okay, fine. Jeez."
The doorbell sounds. Everyone looks at each other. Eventually UD goes downstairs to answer the door. It was Chica the Pizza Delivery Chicken (again), carrying a big box of pizza.
Chica: "Pizza pizza!"
UD: "For who is this?"
Chica shows a ticket: it was for Deep Sea King. And it was a Hawaiian pizza, UD's favorite. His eyes grew bigger while saying "Ooooooh" [Mario SFX], then returned back to normal size. He takes the pizza from Chica and leaves it on the couch. She then puts her finger on her palm, asking for money.
Chica: "Pizza?"
UD, smiling back to Chica, answers.
UD (Voiceclip): "How about no!"
Then he slams the door. At first, Chica shares straight at the door before real easing her instinct of fury after she has been rejected.
Chica: "PIZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Jotaro (while slamming Chica with the door): "SHUT UP! YOU'RE FREAKING ANNOYING!!"
Jotaro puts the door back to its place, while Chica lands in a trash bin from the other side of the street. A garbage truck picks up the same trash bin and puts all of its content inside the container, crushing everything (Chica too). The garbage trucks puts down the trash can then leaves to the scrapyard to store all the metal garbage it collected.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the Comercial District, 2:34 AM
DIO's Theme starts playing --- https://youtu.be/_Qq1B5na--s
A Yellow Toad and a Blue Yoshi are hanging out, smoking a joint. Both are chatting about their wives and how much they hate their wives and wished they never married them. Suddenly, an entity (because we cannot find a proper name for it except for its canon name) wiggles through the air as it is approaching the two.
This fellow looks like some sort of an Ebola virion, except that it is 3 feet long, it has a glitching static aura and it is entirely colored in red, pink and green. This fella is an Outwrite.
The Outwrite gets close enough to be able to attack (thankfully the Outwrite has been summoned from their behind and the fact that this thing is completely silent helps it's stealth skills even further), and with a forward swish, the Outwrite touches the Toad, killing it in an instant. The corpse manages to stand still for 2 seconds before falling on the ground. The blue Yoshi, scared by the fact that his pal doesn't seem to get himself back on feet, tries to run away, but he also gets impaled on his back by the Outwrite, killing the second guy in an instant aswell. The Outwrite whistles, calling for another one to come and join.
OW #1: "Oh sweetie! Bodies! Which one do you want to roleplay as?"
OW #2: "The dinosaur! I always wanted to go to a Furry Convention in a dinosaur suit!"
OW #1: "Ok so that leaves me with the Mushroom! C'mon let's try them out! Ha-ghaa!"
OW #2: "Heheee!"
The two enter inside the two corpses, reanimating them, except that they now had neon pink and green static eyes.
Out-Toad: "My oh my! This is so exquisite! I cannot wait to rip apart these fingers!"
Out-Yoshi: "Yeah, and I cannot- WAIT SOMETHING IS COMING OUT OF ME!- HNNNNNNNNGH!!"
And out of Out-Yoshi came an egg. They both looked at each other for 3 seconds before bursting in laughter like psychopaths.
Out-Yoshi: "PFFHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! I JUST SH@T AN EGG!! GGGGHAAAAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Out-Toad: "AHAAAH! AHAAAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAAAAHAHAAAAHAAA!!"
As both start to roll on the ground while laughing, Neri-Francis shows up, upset that the two jackasses aren't showing up to Jesah's crew.
Neri-Francis: "Hey! Bakas! Aren't you coming!? The Senpais don't have time to waste!"
Out-Toad: "Sure, weeb! Now bend over cuz I AM HONRYYYYYYYYYY AND GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAH!"
Neri-Francis (voiceclip): "Wow what an asshole!"
He pulls the two all the way to a bench that sat next to a street pole. On the bench there was Alt-Mario, Alt-Bob, Alt-Meggy, Neri-Desti and an Out-Goomba (Infected long ago) waiting for the arrival of the other two outwritten jackasses.
Neri-Francis: "Kon'nichiwa, Senpai Mario! I have finally brought the two outwritten bakas! My apologies for being so late, I-"
Alt-Mario: "Don't blame yourself, I know folks like them. I have to say, in comparison with the average, you got them here real quick."
Neri-Francis: "A-a-arigatogozaimashita, Senpai Mario!"
Alt-Mario: "No problem. Now for the three of you" (Ponts to all the outwritten folks) "I've got 6 people I need you to take down. And each of you has to kill 2."
He gives to each of them two pictures of the people they have to take down. The Goomba got Princess Peach and Mr. Monitor, Yoshi has Tari and 1-Up Medic and Toad has Saiko and Axol.
Alt-Mario: "Now, before you go hunt them down, I want to offer you a friendly reminder: you can be creative but not so creative to destroy far more than what it is your target. And no, Goomba, you cannot burn down the Castle."
We can see Out-Goomba's smile going away faster than the speed of sound.
Alt-Mario: "Any questions?"
Out-Yoshi: "Can we torture them instead of-"
Alt-Mario (TF2 Heavy voiceclip): "NO!"
Out-Yoshi (Voiceclip): "ok"
Alt-Mario: "Anything else?"
They shake their heads.
Alt-Mario (Mario voiceclip): "Oki doki." (Now Heavy) "GO GO GO!"
The outwritten folks do Angry Birds sounds when they leave with high speed. Now it was just Jesah's crew.
Alt-Meggy: "Ok, now that the douchebags are gone..." (She pulls out her Boku No Pico hentai) "I can finally read this!"
Alt-Bob: "But... Isn't the most of MHA cast underaged?"
Alt-Meggy: "You know what they say: 'the younger, the merrier'!"
Music stops with a glass shattering noise.
Everyone just looks at her, one more concerned than the other.
Alt-Mario: "Meggy..."
Alt-Meggy: "Yes?"
Alt-Mario: "You are the very reason of my never ending pain that lies deep in my soul."
Alt-Meggy: "Cool. Now check this scene-" (Alt-Meggy tries to open the hentai at a gang banging scene)
Alt-Mario (The Office Voiceclip): "NOOOO, GOD! NO GOD, PLEASE NO, NO! NO!-"
Alt-Meggy manages to make Alt-Mario see a flashing of a gang banging scene by slamming it onto his face.
Alt-Mario (Voiceclip): "NOOOOOOOOO!!-"
Meanwhile, at Tari's apartment's front door, 2:40 AM
The Out-Yoshi (wearing sunglasses that cover his eyes, so she won't see the neon eyes) shows up carrying a pizza box and on it there was a letter sticked to it. He rings the doorbell, leaves the pizza next to the door and runs out of the building. Tari opens the door and takes off the note. As she was doing that, she began to read it.
Tari: " 'dear madam with blue hair. This is Tony from Tony and Pizza Stacks Co. , whose business just started. You got to become the lucky sample customers getting to try our pizza! Wish you good apetite! P.S. there is a cute little joke on the inside of the box. I heard you are the type to like wholesome jokes'. Awwww! Thank you Tony! "
As soon as she got to sit on her couch with the pizza box on her lap, she opens it, revealing a pepperoni pizza, the puppy joke ("Hello, sir, what pizza would you like?" "I'd love some puppy-roni if you have", Tari ends up chuckling from this joke) and a rubber duck toy.
Tari: "Awww, they even got a duckie for me! Thank you, Tony!"
Outside the building
The Out-Yoshi, with a laptop on his lap, starts giggling and snorting as if he is about to lose it and burst in laughter. He gets to see Tari through the rubber duck's left eye.
Out-Yoshi: "Ohoooo-ohooo, poor little sh@t, gonna get busted, and she'll find out about that a little too late to save her ass! Khhhh-eheehee-oh-eehee!"
He grabs the button "Boom" and presses it.
Back inside Tari's apartment
Tari, as happy as she could be, was hugging the rubber duck, when suddenly the right eye of the duck starts emitting red light. And for a price of a second, Tari tries to take a better view at the duck's face, before that thing explodes with the equivalent of 15 RPGs, not only killing Tari as she gets torn in pieces, but also destroying her apartment as a whole.
Outside the building
We get to see Tari'a apartment now in flames and collapsing after the explosion. The only thing that seems to have survived the explosion was her cyborg arm, which flew through the window from the living room. Out-Yoshi laughs for a couple of seconds before stops laughing and starts running as if he just got scared of the explosion so that he wouldn't seem suspicious. He then gets to see the 1-Up Medic, rushing to Tari's apartment, but before he could, Out-Yoshi grabs him by his shoulder then lends him a mushroom with the fire symbol on it.
Out-Yoshi: "Take this. Firefighters ain't gonna be quick enough to shut it down, so why better not rescue what's left yourself?"
1-Up Medic: "I- uuuh- I- wait, how do you know who I am, and how can you see me?"
Out-Yoshi: "Not gonna matter when your duty is right there." (Pointing to the flaming apartment whose flames got bigger at the kitchen, since there are a lot of inflammable things)
1-Up Medic: "O-Okay... Thanks!"
And he then eats the mushroom. That however instead of giving him fire immunity as expected, it makes him choke and gather foam in his mouth. As he tries to take an 1-Up Mushroom to make sure he gets to survive, Out-Yoshi, with a smile going from ear to ear, takes all of them and throws them in the flames. Now he looks at the 1-Up Medic and how more foam gathers in his mouth, filling it completely. He then gets close to the medic and tells him, with the same big smile, this piece of advice.
Out-Yoshi: "In times like these, my friend..." (He then takes off the sunglasses, revealing the pink and green glowing static eyes) "Trust no one... Not even yourself."
And with a quiet laughter, he leaves the 1-Up Medic to die next to the flaming apartment.
At Peach's Castle, 2:50 AM
The Out-Goomba (also wearing sunglasses) carries a glowing pink egg. He knocks at the castle's doors, expecting the princess to answer, but eventually sees Toadsworth at the door opening it for him.
Toadsworth: "Uhm, hello there. What brings you up so late?"
Out-Goomba: "Sir, I just found this egg on my way to a non-stop shop. From what I know, this should've been delivered to you a couple of months ago."
Toadsworth: "Oh? I don't remember ordering a glow-in-the-dark egg. Nor does the princess, I think."
Out-Goomba: "Oh well, might just as well sell it at an auction then."
Toadsworth: "Wait, sell it? Is it actually worth some big money?"
Out-Goomba: "From what I've documented, this egg can be valued up to 200 million dollars only thanks to the shell, not mentioning what might be inside it."
Toadsworth: "You know, on the other hand, I've always wanted to buy princess Peach a gift, and I know she might be upset if I take money from one or more from her many bank accounts. So, do you think you can give it to me now, please?"
Out-Goomba: "Okay, but I want 1% of the profit from that egg."
Toadsworth: "Deal!"
And so Out-Goomba hands the egg to Toadsworth. As he leaves and closes the door.
Inside the castle, in the main room
The lights were suddenly turned on by Peach who has been woken up by her will to drink some warm milk.
Peach: "Toad, what are you doing here so late?"
Toadsworth: "I just received an egg as a gift from a citizen, nothing else."
Peach: "And for me?"
Toadsworth: "Well, I didn't said it was a gift for me, did I?" (As he says that, he offers the egg to Peach)
Peach: "Ah-haha! Why thank you, Toadsworth, and thank you, whoever gave this!"
Suddenly, Mr. Monitor rams through the door, holding a tazer. He sure doesn't look happy.
Mr. Monitor: "I have been informed that you haven't paid your taxes since January. Is that true, princess?"
Peach (PewDiePie voiceclip): "I DON'T CARE!"
Mr. Monitor (with his casual death stare): "Well then, I won care about kneecaps either!"
But as soon as he fires it to Peach, both her and Mr. Monitor get zapped by a lightning at the equivalent of 300 000 V for 3 seconds, killing both in an instant. At the same time, the egg cracks. Inside it there was a machine reminding of a Tesla coil and a note. But it wouldn't matter because Toadsworth was devastated to see princess Peach lie lifelessly on the floor. He then gets a headshot, and falls on the floor, now lying as lifelessly as the other twpz except je also leaves a puddle of blood on which Out-Goomba, while carrying his sawed-off shotgun, keeps jumping as if he was Peppa Pig and that blood was a puddle of mud.
Out-Goomba: "eehehehe-eeeeeeheeee-Oh my God, this is so lovely! I now can jump up and down on this bloody puddle!"
Meanwhile, at Axol and Saiko's house, 2:58 AM (Yes, in this case, the two live together but only as housemates)
The Out-Toad, dressed as a police officer (and of course, with eye-covering sunglasses) gets to their front door and knocks really loud. Axol answers the door, still sleepy.
Axol: "Officer? Uhhh... Agh..." (as he says that, he runs his eyes to help him stay awake better) "What... What brings you here so late?"
Out-Toad: "I have been sent for a close inspection of your property due to the fact that a woman by the name of Mary Sue has sued you for drug possession. All I want to do is to do a short check-up around places, because believe me, I trust you and know you wouldn't do such a thing, but it's kinda the law."
Axol: "Uhh... Okay?"
Axil gets out of Out-Toad's way, who starts investigating through the house. As he tries to check every corner of the house, he reaches the sink closet. He then mounts a gun system with automatic fire right under it, pointing straight outside the sink. As he closes the closet, he leaves a donut. When the inspection is complete, he informs Axol that he was right that there is no drug. Saiko is still sleeping on the couch. As soon as Out-Toad was about to exit the house, he "reminds" himself something he "forgot" about.
Out-Toad: "Hey, I think I forgot my donut in the sink closet. Could you hand it over please?"
Axol: "Sure, just give me a moment."
The fact that he was still sleepy was helping this plan very much. As soon as he opens the closet and crotches, the gun immediately fires into his head, blowing away bits of his brain as the bullet fully penetrates the head and reaches the wall from the other side. Axol falls on the ground, leaving behind a puddle of blood. Out-Toad, grinning, closes the door.
Out-Toad: "Fool..."
Saiko wakes up as soon as she hears the door closing.
Saiko: "What... was that sound?... Axol?"
She gets off the couch and walks around it, then, as soon as she looked on the floor behind the couch, she could see Axol's corpse laying on the floor.
Saiko: "OH MY GOD AXOL!!"
She fell for it. The second Saiko landed on her knees, with her head above Axol's body, the gun fires its second slave, penetrating Saiko's head aswell. Her corpse now rests above Axol's, as if the house now became a common grave.
Happy Mexican Traditional Music: MEXICAN PARTY starts playing from radio --- https://youtu.be/RhKj1lqg_5o (Yes, the gun system comes with a radio for extra mockery)
We can briefly see the two corpses laying one on the other, while this cheerful Mexican party music plays. In 20th second of this scenario, we can see Out-Toad opening the door, then shooting the system, shutting it down completely, then taking the donut. Now he looks at the two corpses, smiling while eating his donut.
Out-Toad: "Heh, looks like I stand corrected. Fools."
Later, at 8:11 AM, UnepicDumbass's House.
The news are being aired on the TV. Jotaro, UD, AS, Toad and GVO are sitting on the couch or on the armchair.
Channel 69, The 69 Nice News
Newsman: "Hello there, this is Daniel Mike Oxlong from 69 Nice News. Tonight was a very tragic night as a total of 10 deaths have occurred, 6 of which are presumed to be murders, 3 to be suicide and 1 that cannot be particularly differentiated as a murder or as suicide. Tonight, through the murder of Princess Toadstool Peach and possible suicide of Toadstool Toadsworth, Mario Mario takes over the throne and ultimately becoming once again the supreme leader of the Mushroom Kingdom. Tonight's kills, excluding Peach and Toadstool, are: Tari, Saiko Bichitaru, Axol, 1-Up Mushroom Medic, Mister Monitor, Ivan Yoshitake, George Goombason and Timmy Toadslad. Ivan, George and Timmy are the responsible for the terrorist attacks but also are the ones that have ended their lives by their own will. Are these events just signs of what might come next? Maybe a global corruption? Stay tuned for more nice news, from 69 Nice News!"
Back into our world
Jotaro: "I KNEW IT! SEE!? WE HAVE OUR NIGHTS REST, AND GUESS WHAT, WE WAKE UP SUDDENLY WITH A WHOLE NEW COUNTRY! IF YOU COULD'VE JUST LISTEN TO ME, THEN WE WOULD'VE STOPPED THEM!"
GVO: "But how can we prove that this whole mess was their work? The only thing that I can say about this is that they have managed to take advantage of. There is no reason Mario would've just ordered them to kill themselves after they are done with their killing."
Jotaro: "Maybe in this way, the suspicions wouldn't fall on them, how about that!?"
UD: "At this moment, it doesn't matter who, what, when or how this all happened, what matters now is to stop it before it can get even worse."
Toad (looking at Archibald Senior): "A-are we just gonna truly die once we are killed!?"
Archie: "Looks like so, buddy. Looks like your world's logic just started to change."
Toad: "HELL I AM NOT READY TO DIE, I DON'T WANNA GET MY ASS SLAUGHTERED BY THEM!"
UD: "Look, we are all in this together. Right now, we need each other more than ever. And Hell, this wasn't what I planned when I moved here."
GVO: "Trust me, nobody planned this when they were doing whatever they were-"
Someone starts knocking at the door. UnepicDumbass goes to answer it.
UD: "Yeah? How can I help you?"
???: "Actually, I am the one who wants to help you."
To Be Continued...
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2020.05.26 04:08 Darksythe222 Strip club hidden camera sex

Mudtroopers
By Logan Smith
Afrabar was as desolate as Aelo could remember any planet being. What was not an old worn out mining colony rotting away after the fall of the republic was flat salt plains. When crossing the salt plains all you would find is the Void a massive virtually uncrossable desert where the sun disappears, and the ground is too hard for tracks to be left behind. Imperial outpost 45-21B sat just on the edge of this desert waiting for a rebel ambush that would never come. That was doubly true now with the death of the emperor and the rise of the new republic. Concerns about things like that had faded some time ago for Aelo though, he had spent his military career in one trench or another then being shipped to one backwater planet after another when the command was done getting him shot at. Afrabar had long since been stripped of its most precious resource rhydonium anyways, so if rebels, or supposedly the “New Republic” troops actually came it would be to scrape this forsaken eyesore of an outpost off the surface of the galaxy. Until then, it was the duty of Fidget squadron to “protect” the station. The words of the warrant officer in charge Talmadge sounded faded as Aelo stared out the window that faced the desert remarking at its strange peacefulness instead of feigning interest in the latest debriefing. There was not much to listen to anyways since the fall of the Empire the only other interesting news that had reached this station was that some portion of the imperial remnant decided to attack an imperial world burning the surface with orbital weapons, but even that was nothing new from the Empire. A clipboard slapped onto the table in front of Aelo and he looked up to Mar’sarra standing over him. Mar was a rare case of an alien officer climbing the ranks of the imperium in any capacity. She was a rather large Weequay towering over Aelo at roughly 6 ft. She instinctively leaned down as she spoke “Talmadge has you on shopping duty, we got some extra funding this month from an accounting error so try to ask around before you go to see if anyone needs something special.” Aelo lurched up out of his chair “What you don’t want anything?” she shook her head “I still have those sweets from Naboo from the last trip wouldn’t be fair to the others.” Aelo almost wanted to chuckle at this given Mar had been one of the biggest hardcases on the station when she had first been assigned. He guessed that after 5 years without any kind of fighting would soften anybody if only just a little. He took the credit stick and went to ask the others before heading into the center of the city.
Meanwhile an x-wing came to dock at the other end of the city silently settling into a discrete docking area. R8-B1 hummed softly as it was lowered into the dirt and the cockpit slid backwards. Jada Syndulla lept out of the x-wing landing gently with the force as he did so. Luke had sent him here to investigate the city for an imperial presence that may remain on the planet. Jada scoffed at the idea given Wedge Antillies himself had searched most of the planet shortly after the fall of the empire. As Jada left the hanger she was greeted by a toppled statue of some imperial governor or another, children playing on it even as the erosion ate away at a once sculpted and stern face. She chuckled as she made her way through the streets toward the city’s bazaar at its center. Around her torn imperial banners were still hanging all over the place neglected by the populace. Her mission was simple to go and check out an abandoned imperial outpost 45-21B because of some imperial remnant orders indicating that some troops had been assigned back to the station shortly after its initial abandonment. That did not mean however that Jada could not stop to enjoy some of the strange delicacies that would find its way out to strange places like this mostly by the way of smugglers or pirates. She checked her robes to ensure she had safely hidden away her wallet as she strode into the bustling bazaar. Over at one stand she recognized a familiar smell Twilek Tarts! He hurried over to pastries that her mother had often made her. This mission is going to be more fun than I thought she mused to herself even as she felt somebody hard smash into the back of her head.
Aelo stood shocked over the still twitching body of the jedi he had just clubbed with his grocery bag. He had imagined as thousand scenarios where the jedi had spun around disemboweling him or crumpling his body like an ale canister, and yet the jedi hadn’t even noticed as he had crept up behind her with the bag full of cans he had not loaded. Aelo almost had forgotten that he had done this in front of at least a dozen people before the shopkeeper standing over the tarts stand yelled at him “Hey if your gonna rob my customers do it after they buy something! I’m trying to run a business here!” There were no authorities on Afrabar but even still Aelo shook out of his stun muttered and apology while buying some tarts, and then raced out of the bazzar the jedi haphazardly laid across the shopping after Aelo made sure she wasn’t going to bleed all over it.
Back at the base Aelo rushed to the door scanner frantic. “Talmadge I’ve done the shopping, but I’ve got a serious problem out here!” Talmadge adjusted the camera on his end squinting. “What did the speeder break down again? We can have Mar look at it just get inside.” Before Aelo could respond the feed cut and the gate opened wide. He drove the speeder into the vehicle bay as Mar and Hal came out to help onload. They froze as they saw the legs hanging out of the back of the speeder’s back seat. “What the hell happe…” Mar cut off as she saw the jedi her look turned from anger to fear. “I can explain Mar” Aelo stammered still shook himself. “I saw this jedi as I had just finished groceries and panicked. I clobbered with beetwurst cans I bought for Hal and I couldn’t think of what to do with her.” Mar’s eye visibly twitched at this “You could have killed her instead of bringing her straight to our base you know!” Aelo flinched, “Wait Mar think about it if a jedi was here than it could have only been for us she probably already knew where we were, I just got the jump on her. As he said this Hal unloaded her from the speeder. Being Mandalorian and built like a brick house he had little issue lifting the small frame up but as he did so a document fell out from her robes. He set her gently next to the speeder then picked up the document. After reading it briefly he tapped on the shoulder of Mar who had been contemplating whether she should squeeze harder as she choke Aelo for being stupid. She glanced at the outstretched document and dropped Aelo like a sack of Calrissian Potatoes. “What is it?” Aelo growled clutching his throat. Mar wordlessly handed him the document shock settling upon her like a wave. Aelo could see his worst fears had been confirmed it was a copy of a stolen imperial troop manifest detailing their location, munitions, and number of people that had on staff. It even had details about their individual specializations, allergies, and blood types. “The republic knows we are out here” Mar fell to her knees despairing. Hal leaned down and patted her shoulder “Hey its okay we are just a bunch of low level soldiers out in the middle of nowhere its not like they are going to drive a cruiser into orbit just for us.” Mars neck turned with a small popping sound “Maybe not for us no. But for HER.” She indicated to the still unconscious form laying against the speeder. At this Talmadge came outside with an ale in his hand. “Hey guys what’s going on out here if you take too long the foods going to spoil! Mar why are sitting in the dirt?” As he strode up to her Hal moved slightly to the side revealing the jedi to him as well. He turned pale as a ghost for a moment but then a strange calm fell over his face. “Troopers!” he barked startling them to their feet on reflex. “We have an unconscious enemy combatant in our midst, and you haven’t even cuffed her yet?” Hal’s brother Sal the last of the troop was following closely behind Talmadge as usual but quickly disappeared and then reappeared with shackles. They bound her but had no force cage to put her in, so they put some water and food into one of the storage containers in the bay then locked her inside with it. The container was climate controlled so she would not fry in there at least. Then they all fled inside after closing the bay eager to put distance between themselves and the deadly magician they had somehow captured. Aelo and the others watched as Talmadge rolled captive’s lightsaber in his hands his brow furrowed. He pointed it upwards and ignited it. For a moment, their fear washed away in awe of the Fuchsia light that sprung from its hilt the glow and heat flowing over the room. It was passed around the room to each of them carefully ignited and extinguished, Mar and Hal trying a few swings with it the graceful blade humming as it arced through the air. Finally, it ended up between them all on the table and they stared at it with somber expressions. They had to think about what to do next the container could hold the jedi or at least so they hoped, but they couldn’t keep her in there forever and moreover they had heard legends about the jedi’s sorcerous ways and it chilled them to the bone. The group agreed that they had to abandon the outpost all together, after all it would not be long before somebody came looking for this jedi, perhaps even the man who killed the emperor, the dangerous fugitive Luke Skywalker. Murmurs of his exploits had even reached out this far into the outer rim, and he would certainly guarantee their doom. He might not even come down to the surface just fry their brains from orbit and whisk away the captive with sorcery. They needed a ship and they needed one fast, but the only way they could get one big enough to carry them all and their cargo was to steal one. So, with little choice they decided to do just that.
To carry themselves, the container holding the jedi, and sufficient supplies it was decided that they needed a cargo ship. They would likely have to evade New Republic blockades, so it had to be something fast but heavily armed as skirting around official hyperspace routes meant running into pirates on a frequent basis. Ironically, that that meant Fidget squad would need to steal the vessel from pirates, because after all who could build a ship meant to evade pirate better than pirates. The biggest name in town when it came to pirates was easily Hondo Ohnaka another weequay like mar and a pirate famous for tangling with jedi and numerous dangerous individuals during the clone wars. The man himself had long since tried to go straight with the fall of the empire, but his name was carried on by various others looking to add themselves to the legend. This particular “Hondo” was still small time, but well known for his brutality and well-equipped ships that were growing to be nuisance to many across the outer rim. He was quite well positioned to be the successor to the lineage of “Hondo”. That is what made him the ideal target for the squad though. He was headstrong and often boasted around town about his Corellian YT-1400 an upgraded version of the freighter made famous by yet another criminal legend, Han Solo. The ship was a result of a sudden increase in demand on Corellia after the ship had been a key component in the destruction of not one but both of the empire’s world destroying weapons, the Death Stars. Not wanting to simply mass produce an already aging style of freighter, or more accurately looking for a reason to charge more money, the Corellian Engineering Corporation or CEC developed a new freighter based on the original’s design. The prime difference was the placement of the cockpit which was centered on the front of the ship making it far easier to pilot. It was the ideal vessel and with Hondo gearing up for a large heist it was fueled and available but heavily guarded. Luckily, word had gotten around about a jedi being seen getting kidnapped in the middle of broad daylight, and pirates knew better than anyone that where one jedi comes snooping around several more would soon be behind them. It was Sal’s idea that he and Hal play the part of the “jedi” searching for their missing companion. Given their intimidating size and Mandalorian heritage they would be the best suited for imitating how a jedi would act, and more importantly less people would be inclined to make them prove their religious preferences. They would approach the pirates to interrogate them about their missing colleague. With them distracted Aelo and Mar would break into the hanger take out the guards and slip out undetected by trafficking the freighter down away from the main building before taking off. Talmadge would stay behind to direct the operation and keep an eye on the jedi. Sal had somehow gotten his hands on sleeping gas that should be enough “even for a jedi”. Given the numerous wars Mandalorians had gotten into with the jedi the others trusted him, but to be safe Talmadge would administer it through the ac system rather than attempting to open the container. Aelo was concerned for the jedi though as it had been a few days now and she had not even moved according the monitoring screen inside the container. If he had hit her too hard back at the bazaar then she might be dead and that only meant more trouble. A live jedi was a bargaining chip, but a dead one was a reason for revenge.
Fidget squad waited until night fall before Hal and Sal approached the pirate base. The pirates themselves were from off world so they would not recognize the brothers, but even still they both kept the hoods of their brown robes over their heads as they walked through the streets. “We are approaching the base now are you ready?” Hal whispered into the communicator clipped to his trooper armor beneath the robes. “Aelo is already at the power box waiting to cut the power once you are inside.” Mar returned through her own communicator. She was posted up on a hill just outside the fencing for the starship bay in full ghillie her sniper configuration E-12 blaster trained on a patrol right next to the flight tower. At this point she an Aelo had split up. Her job would be to clear the area surrounding the tower and then the tower itself to avoid any alarms being raised. Aelo had already infiltrated the airfield and would be the one to get inside the hanger and steal the ship opening the hanger doors for Mar to provide sniper support. She smirked as it made her remember one of Fidget squads first fights on Utapau fighting across the windswept surface towards a bunker that would lead them and other squadrons down into the underground cities built within sinkholes that the planet was famous for. A lot of squadrons were cut down that day, but Fidget prevailed breaking the republic lines. This would be no different she told herself, The crosswinds were rougher then too, Mar thought as the signal was given and the lights went out. She let out a breath and squeezed the trigger.
Meanwhile, Hal and Sal sat across from the incredibly vocal “Hondo” as he offered them drinks which they did not dare touch. It took no inconsiderable amount of will power for Hal to pretend he was his people’s age-old enemy. He had to admit though that his brother was right that if they had simply busted into the base the first thing the pirates would have done would be to lock down the hanger, but he would hate every minute of this meeting. Their part was to pretend long enough to be jedi with the weight of the republic behind them so that Aelo could steal the ship, and then be “convinced” by the pirate that he had nothing to do with the jedi’s disappearance. Hal was nervous though that the pirate would be suspicious that they were brothers given the jedi’s distain for familial relations, but it seemed at least for now that it hadn’t bothered the pirate or at least he and his brother looked different enough that he hadn’t noticed. It did not take much to get the Captain talking as he droned on about his exploits Sal toasting with him while never actually drinking a drop. Being the field surgeon for the squad sleight of hand was second nature to Sal, but years of knowing him allowed Hal to see his brother expertly misdirecting with his hands as more of the provide beverage made its way into the house plant in the middle of the table. “Well now,” said Captain Hondo, “It really is and honor for me to host the legendary jedi within my humble abode. Nevertheless, I’m afraid I really have no idea where your jedi friend is.” Sal did the talking for the both of them “Surely a pirate a well established as yourself has an extensive network of intelligence. Of course, any information you can provide would be rewarded extensively.” Sal flashed a winning smile as he said this trying to convey his concern for his missing friend as well as an ability to access an excessive amount of credits on demand. The pirate smiled at this of course sensing an opportunity at wealth. Hal was almost jealous of his brother’s ability to pick at people’s weaknesses in conversation, though he supposed it was a doctor’s empathy. It was at this moment that they both felt the soft beep that Aelo had secured the freighter. Just as Sal was going to wrap things up however a pirate burst into the room panting. “The break alarm in the Stormy Night has been tripped sir! Someone is stealing your ship!” The brothers reacted before the pirates could so much as levy an accusation, rolling over the couch they were on as they tossed two concussion grenades in the air. Their dampeners activate just in time as the devices went off the room filled with light and a thunderclap of sound. All Hell broke loose as they took out the room and burst into the hallway fighting their way to the entrance.
Moments before, Aelo had cut the power as instructed and made his way to the hanger bay. Talmadge had already transmitted him the entry codes and schematics that he had stolen. Unlike the others Aelo’s preference was not blasters but his trusty Ryyk vibroblade. He had always had a penance for being able to sneak up on people and used it to full affect on the two Gammoreans half asleep at the hanger doors. They were dead before they hit the ground and he made his way inside. The guards within the hanger were more alert though as they bumbled through the dark trying to discover why the lights had gone out. Aelo baited a couple to the breaker box by taking out the guard initially there only making enough noise that they came looking for him. The guards on the cat walks above were next as Aelo ghosted his way up the metal stairs and swiftly cut them down one by one lowering them so they would not bang against the floor. The last two were in the control room for the hanger shining their lights into the gloom and calling out to their companions. Aelo slid out of the airduct between them even as they were talking about watching each other’s back. Ironic he thought as he stabbed them both in the back with deft strokes. He opened the hanger doors and could clearly see that Mar had already done her work. He pulled out his signaler and flashed a response to her signaling he had control of the hanger then made his way down to the ship. He worked quickly moving through the ship to disable the numerous trackers and alarm systems throughout. When he reached the cockpit, he realized the pirates were smarter than they looked. “I have a problem”, he said communicating with Mar and Talmadge. The brothers would be on radio silence so that their communicators would not be overheard but that meant it was even more important the others be ready to leave. He told Mar and Talmadge about the break lock he had found in the cockpit. It was an old smugglers trick, an alarm system tied directly into the ships landing breaks. “Can you disable it?” Talmadge asked to which Aelo instinctively shook his head. “No, but its not going to stop me from taking off I’d have to remove the entire system to get it out. Taxing to the end of the runway isn’t going to matter now Mar get ready for pickup things are going to get awfully loud.”
“Roger that” Mar responded as the Claxons began to sound. She could see the ship swing out of the hanger as she broke the glass in the control tower to get out on the railing. Aelo swung in close ramp down but did not stop, and Mar swung herself inside. She made her way to the bottom hull cannons even as she felt the ship rock. Aelo was keeping them low to avoid the majority of the pirate’s AA measures, but that made them targets for some of their old clone wars era tanks. Clone wars or not she new she needed to aim straight, or the flak would make short work of their shields. Aelo strafed as she let loose on the pirates a manic grin across her face as fire danced in her eyes. They made their way towards the entrance of the pirate base as they needed to clear the heavy weapons out of the brother’s way.
As Hal and Sal broke out of the front doors of the complex they were meet with a rain of fire as the pirates, weapons trained to their door, were vaporized by the freighter above. With another strafe the tanks swiftly followed, but they could feel the heat over their shoulders as the now fully awakened pirate crew was hot on their tail blasting away as they ran after the pair. Hal saw Aelo drop in low the rear of the freighter down hovering mere feet from the ground. The lean-back approach made the reopened entry ramp harder to get to but allowed Mar to lay down covering fire as the brothers streaked across the courtyard dodging and returning fire over their shoulders as they did so. With awe- inspiring graced they climbed the foot holds in the gate posts and simultaneously leapt grapping hold of the pistons that held open the ramp. Aelo pulled away from the incoming pirates as they pulled themselves properly onto the ship the group disappearing into the cloudy night sky even as blaster round continued to be fired uselessly after them.
The fastest route to return to the base would take fidget squadron over the void. The desert scared most of the denizens of Afrabar, but as usual Aelo was unfazed by it. At this point in the night even Mar had to admit it had some kind of surreal beauty. The moon and stars disappeared the moment they had entered the desert but somehow it was not pitch black and instead the ground and sky mirrored each other perfectly a trait which would throw off even the most experienced pilots. Aelo knew better though than to pay attention to what he was seeing or the dials going crazy all over the cockpit. He had tried teaching the brothers once but while Sal showed some promise none of the group could quite grasp what it was that Aelo was doing. “You have to feel your elevation in your hands.” He had remarked when asked to better explain. Still it was funny to watch it in progress though as he often seemed a million miles away while flying through the Void. As they had passed back into normal airspace Mar looked to the sky from the co-pilot’s seat seeing as the moon and stars popped back into existence as if a sheet had been pulled away. She had not realized before but suddenly became aware of the noise of the ship again as if that too had fallen silent until the Void had passed. She shivered a bit at the thought of it as it was almost like they had become ghosts for that brief passage. Hal was cursing in Mandalorian from some of the floor panels in the common area. Aelo raised an eyebrow in Mar and she nodded for him to give her the controls. As Aelo walked into the common area he could see Sal handing Hal tools wordlessly as the brother continued to curse. Aelo put a hand on his hip “What seems to be the problem here?” Hal looked up from his work his face covered in oil anger apparent on his face. “Well turns out this Hondo guy thought himself a master space technician! Look at this!” He leaned back so Aelo could see and Aelo’s eyebrow started twitching as his face twisted at the sight. “Did he… weld a compensator to the fuel line or am I having a nightmare.” Hal sighed, “If you are having a nightmare, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t drag me into it too. Otherwise yeah, this moron welded it on. Not to mention he was clearly being a cheapskate with the parts. I understand not wanting to buy original parts but why of all the companies that he could have bought from did he buy Czerka tech?” Sal chimed in at that, “Bold of you to assume he bought them, and this wasn’t simply the spoils of a raid. Czerka hasn’t had a good security force since the separatists fell apart at the end of the clone wars, he probably took these parts from one of their transports.” The situation was hopeless though they knew that the monstrosity that was this repair job would technically hold for some time if they really wanted to make it anywhere, they must stop off to buy proper parts. None of them wanted to be the one to Talmadge that there would be a delay in dropping off their dangerous package so It was agreed between the three of them that Mar would be the one to do it. They briefly explained their decision to Mar who gave them a glare, but gave in as she knew that otherwise they wouldn’t say anything at all, at least not until it was too late.
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2020.05.13 04:02 Darksythe222 Mudtroopers: a star wars story

I've worked a bit more on the story now, but would love more suggestions.
Mudtroopers
By Logan Smith
Afrabar was as desolate as Aelo could remember any planet being. What was not an old worn out mining colony rotting away after the fall of the republic was flat salt plains. When crossing the salt plains all you would find is the Void a massive virtually uncrossable desert where the sun disappears, and the ground is too hard for tracks to be left behind. Imperial outpost 45-21B sat just on the edge of this desert waiting for a rebel ambush that would never come. That was doubly true now with the death of the emperor and the rise of the new republic. Concerns about things like that had faded some time ago for Aelo though, he had spent his military career in one trench or another then being shipped to one backwater planet after another when the command was done getting him shot at. Afrabar had long since been stripped of its most precious resource rhydonium anyways, so if rebels, or supposedly the “New Republic” troops actually came it would be to scrape this forsaken eyesore of an outpost off the surface of the galaxy. Until then, it was the duty of Fidget squadron to “protect” the station. The words of the warrant officer in charge Talmadge sounded faded as Aelo stared out the window that faced the desert remarking at its strange peacefulness instead of feigning interest in the latest debriefing. There was not much to listen to anyways since the fall of the Empire the only other interesting news that had reached this station was that some portion of the imperial remnant decided to attack an imperial world burning the surface with orbital weapons, but even that was nothing new from the Empire. A clipboard slapped onto the table in front of Aelo and he looked up to Mar’sarra standing over him. Mar was a rare case of an alien officer climbing the ranks of the imperium in any capacity. She was a rather large Weequay towering over Aelo at roughly 6 ft. She instinctively leaned down as she spoke “Talmadge has you on shopping duty, we got some extra funding this month from an accounting error so try to ask around before you go to see if anyone needs something special.” Aelo lurched up out of his chair “What you don’t want anything?” she shook her head “I still have those sweets from Naboo from the last trip wouldn’t be fair to the others.” Aelo almost wanted to chuckle at this given Mar had been one of the biggest hardcases on the station when she had first been assigned. He guessed that after 5 years without any kind of fighting would soften anybody if only just a little. He took the credit stick and went to ask the others before heading into the center of the city.
Meanwhile an x-wing came to dock at the other end of the city silently settling into a discrete docking area. R8-B1 hummed softly as it was lowered into the dirt and the cockpit slid backwards. Jada Syndulla lept out of the x-wing landing gently with the force as he did so. Luke had sent him here to investigate the city for an imperial presence that may remain on the planet. Jada scoffed at the idea given Wedge Antillies himself had searched most of the planet shortly after the fall of the empire. As Jada left the hanger she was greeted by a toppled statue of some imperial governor or another, children playing on it even as the erosion ate away at a once sculpted and stern face. She chuckled as she made her way through the streets toward the city’s bazaar at its center. Around her torn imperial banners were still hanging all over the place neglected by the populace. Her mission was simple to go and check out an abandoned imperial outpost 45-21B because of some imperial remnant orders indicating that some troops had been assigned back to the station shortly after its initial abandonment. That did not mean however that Jada could not stop to enjoy some of the strange delicacies that would find its way out to strange places like this mostly by the way of smugglers or pirates. She checked her robes to ensure she had safely hidden away her wallet as she strode into the bustling bazaar. Over at one stand she recognized a familiar smell Twilek Tarts! He hurried over to pastries that her mother had often made her. This mission is going to be more fun than I thought she mused to herself even as she felt somebody hard smash into the back of her head.
Aelo stood shocked over the still twitching body of the jedi he had just clubbed with his grocery bag. He had imagined as thousand scenarios where the jedi had spun around disemboweling him or crumpling his body like an ale canister, and yet the jedi hadn’t even noticed as he had crept up behind her with the bag full of cans he had not loaded. Aelo almost had forgotten that he had done this in front of at least a dozen people before the shopkeeper standing over the tarts stand yelled at him “Hey if your gonna rob my customers do it after they buy something! I’m trying to run a business here!” There were no authorities on Afrabar but even still Aelo shook out of his stun muttered and apology while buying some tarts, and then raced out of the bazzar the jedi haphazardly laid across the shopping after Aelo made sure she wasn’t going to bleed all over it.
Back at the base Aelo rushed to the door scanner frantic. “Talmadge I’ve done the shopping, but I’ve got a serious problem out here!” Talmadge adjusted the camera on his end squinting. “What did the speeder break down again? We can have Mar look at it just get inside.” Before Aelo could respond the feed cut and the gate opened wide. He drove the speeder into the vehicle bay as Mar and Hal came out to help onload. They froze as they saw the legs hanging out of the back of the speeder’s back seat. “What the hell happe…” Mar cut off as she saw the jedi her look turned from anger to fear. “I can explain Mar” Aelo stammered still shook himself. “I saw this jedi as I had just finished groceries and panicked. I clobbered with beetwurst cans I bought for Hal and I couldn’t think of what to do with her.” Mar’s eye visibly twitched at this “You could have killed her instead of bringing her straight to our base you know!” Aelo flinched, “Wait Mar think about it if a jedi was here than it could have only been for us she probably already knew where we were, I just got the jump on her. As he said this Hal unloaded her from the speeder. Being Mandalorian and built like a brick house he had little issue lifting the small frame up but as he did so a document fell out from her robes. He set her gently next to the speeder then picked up the document. After reading it briefly he tapped on the shoulder of Mar who had been contemplating whether she should squeeze harder as she choke Aelo for being stupid. She glanced at the outstretched document and dropped Aelo like a sack of Calrissian Potatoes. “What is it?” Aelo growled clutching his throat. Mar wordlessly handed him the document shock settling upon her like a wave. Aelo could see his worst fears had been confirmed it was a copy of a stolen imperial troop manifest detailing their location, munitions, and number of people that had on staff. It even had details about their individual specializations, allergies, and blood types. “The republic knows we are out here” Mar fell to her knees despairing. Hal leaned down and patted her shoulder “Hey its okay we are just a bunch of low level soldiers out in the middle of nowhere its not like they are going to drive a cruiser into orbit just for us.” Mars neck turned with a small popping sound “Maybe not for us no. But for HER.” She indicated to the still unconscious form laying against the speeder. At this Talmadge came outside with an ale in his hand. “Hey guys what’s going on out here if you take too long the foods going to spoil! Mar why are sitting in the dirt?” As he strode up to her Hal moved slightly to the side revealing the jedi to him as well. He turned pale as a ghost for a moment but then a strange calm fell over his face. “Troopers!” he barked startling them to their feet on reflex. “We have an unconscious enemy combatant in our midst, and you haven’t even cuffed her yet?” Hal’s brother Sal the last of the troop was following closely behind Talmadge as usual but quickly disappeared and then reappeared with shackles. They bound her but had no force cage to put her in, so they put some water and food into one of the storage containers in the bay then locked her inside with it. The container was climate controlled so she would not fry in there at least. Then they all fled inside after closing the bay eager to put distance between themselves and the deadly magician they had somehow captured. Aelo and the others watched as Talmadge rolled captive’s lightsaber in his hands his brow furrowed. He pointed it upwards and ignited it. For a moment, their fear washed away in awe of the Fuchsia light that sprung from its hilt the glow and heat flowing over the room. It was passed around the room to each of them carefully ignited and extinguished, Mar and Hal trying a few swings with it the graceful blade humming as it arced through the air. Finally, it ended up between them all on the table and they stared at it with somber expressions. They had to think about what to do next the container could hold the jedi or at least so they hoped, but they couldn’t keep her in there forever and moreover they had heard legends about the jedi’s sorcerous ways and it chilled them to the bone. The group agreed that they had to abandon the outpost all together, after all it would not be long before somebody came looking for this jedi, perhaps even the man who killed the emperor, the dangerous fugitive Luke Skywalker. Murmurs of his exploits had even reached out this far into the outer rim, and he would certainly guarantee their doom. He might not even come down to the surface just fry their brains from orbit and whisk away the captive with sorcery. They needed a ship and they needed one fast, but the only way they could get one big enough to carry them all and their cargo was to steal one. So, with little choice they decided to do just that.
To carry themselves, the container holding the jedi, and sufficient supplies it was decided that they needed a cargo ship. They would likely have to evade New Republic blockades, so it had to be something fast but heavily armed as skirting around official hyperspace routes meant running into pirates on a frequent basis. Ironically, that that meant Fidget squad would need to steal the vessel from pirates, because after all who could build a ship meant to evade pirate better than pirates. The biggest name in town when it came to pirates was easily Hondo Ohnaka another weequay like mar and a pirate famous for tangling with jedi and numerous dangerous individuals during the clone wars. The man himself had long since tried to go straight with the fall of the empire, but his name was carried on by various others looking to add themselves to the legend. This particular “Hondo” was still small time, but well known for his brutality and well-equipped ships that were growing to be nuisance to many across the outer rim. He was quite well positioned to be the successor to the lineage of “Hondo”. That is what made him the ideal target for the squad though. He was headstrong and often boasted around town about his Corellian YT-1400 an upgraded version of the freighter made famous by yet another criminal legend, Han Solo. The ship was a result of a sudden increase in demand on Corellia after the ship had been a key component in the destruction of not one but both of the empire’s world destroying weapons, the Death Stars. Not wanting to simply mass produce an already aging style of freighter, or more accurately looking for a reason to charge more money, the Corellian Engineering Corporation or CEC developed a new freighter based on the original’s design. The prime difference was the placement of the cockpit which was centered on the front of the ship making it far easier to pilot. It was the ideal vessel and with Hondo gearing up for a large heist it was fueled and available but heavily guarded. Luckily, word had gotten around about a jedi being seen getting kidnapped in the middle of broad daylight, and pirates knew better than anyone that where one jedi comes snooping around several more would soon be behind them. It was Sal’s idea that he and Hal play the part of the “jedi” searching for their missing companion. Given their intimidating size and Mandalorian heritage they would be the best suited for imitating how a jedi would act, and more importantly less people would be inclined to make them prove their religious preferences. They would approach the pirates to interrogate them about their missing colleague. With them distracted Aelo and Mar would break into the hanger take out the guards and slip out undetected by trafficking the freighter down away from the main building before taking off. Talmadge would stay behind to direct the operation and keep an eye on the jedi. Sal had somehow gotten his hands on sleeping gas that should be enough “even for a jedi”. Given the numerous wars Mandalorians had gotten into with the jedi the others trusted him, but to be safe Talmadge would administer it through the ac system rather than attempting to open the container. Aelo was concerned for the jedi though as it had been a few days now and she had not even moved according the monitoring screen inside the container. If he had hit her too hard back at the bazaar then she might be dead and that only meant more trouble. A live jedi was a bargaining chip, but a dead one was a reason for revenge.
Fidget squad waited until night fall before Hal and Sal approached the pirate base. The pirates themselves were from off world so they would not recognize the brothers, but even still they both kept the hoods of their brown robes over their heads as they walked through the streets. “We are approaching the base now are you ready?” Hal whispered into the communicator clipped to his trooper armor beneath the robes. “Aelo is already at the power box waiting to cut the power once you are inside.” Mar returned through her own communicator. She was posted up on a hill just outside the fencing for the starship bay in full ghillie her sniper configuration E-12 blaster trained on a patrol right next to the flight tower. At this point she an Aelo had split up. Her job would be to clear the area surrounding the tower and then the tower itself to avoid any alarms being raised. Aelo had already infiltrated the airfield and would be the one to get inside the hanger and steal the ship opening the hanger doors for Mar to provide sniper support. She smirked as it made her remember one of Fidget squads first fights on Utapau fighting across the windswept surface towards a bunker that would lead them and other squadrons down into the underground cities built within sinkholes that the planet was famous for. A lot of squadrons were cut down that day, but Fidget prevailed breaking the republic lines. This would be no different she told herself, The crosswinds were rougher then too, Mar thought as the signal was given and the lights went out. She let out a breath and squeezed the trigger.
Meanwhile, Hal and Sal sat across from the incredibly vocal “Hondo” as he offered them drinks which they did not dare touch. It took no inconsiderable amount of will power for Hal to pretend he was his people’s age-old enemy. He had to admit though that his brother was right that if they had simply busted into the base the first thing the pirates would have done would be to lock down the hanger, but he would hate every minute of this meeting. Their part was to pretend long enough to be jedi with the weight of the republic behind them so that Aelo could steal the ship, and then be “convinced” by the pirate that he had nothing to do with the jedi’s disappearance. Hal was nervous though that the pirate would be suspicious that they were brothers given the jedi’s distain for familial relations, but it seemed at least for now that it hadn’t bothered the pirate or at least he and his brother looked different enough that he hadn’t noticed. It did not take much to get the Captain talking as he droned on about his exploits Sal toasting with him while never actually drinking a drop. Being the field surgeon for the squad sleight of hand was second nature to Sal, but years of knowing him allowed Hal to see his brother expertly misdirecting with his hands as more of the provide beverage made its way into the house plant in the middle of the table. “Well now,” said Captain Hondo, “It really is and honor for me to host the legendary jedi within my humble abode. Nevertheless, I’m afraid I really have no idea where your jedi friend is.” Sal did the talking for the both of them “Surely a pirate a well established as yourself has an extensive network of intelligence. Of course, any information you can provide would be rewarded extensively.” Sal flashed a winning smile as he said this trying to convey his concern for his missing friend as well as an ability to access an excessive amount of credits on demand. The pirate smiled at this of course sensing an opportunity at wealth. Hal was almost jealous of his brother’s ability to pick at people’s weaknesses in conversation, though he supposed it was a doctor’s empathy. It was at this moment that they both felt the soft beep that Aelo had secured the freighter. Just as Sal was going to wrap things up however a pirate burst into the room panting. “The break alarm in the Stormy Night has been tripped sir! Someone is stealing your ship!” The brothers reacted before the pirates could so much as levy an accusation, rolling over the couch they were on as they tossed two concussion grenades in the air. Their dampeners activate just in time as the devices went off the room filled with light and a thunderclap of sound. All Hell broke loose as they took out the room and burst into the hallway fighting their way to the entrance.
Moments before, Aelo had cut the power as instructed and made his way to the hanger bay. Talmadge had already transmitted him the entry codes and schematics that he had stolen. Unlike the others Aelo’s preference was not blasters but his trusty Ryyk vibroblade. He had always had a penance for being able to sneak up on people and used it to full affect on the two Gammoreans half asleep at the hanger doors. They were dead before they hit the ground and he made his way inside. The guards within the hanger were more alert though as they bumbled through the dark trying to discover why the lights had gone out. Aelo baited a couple to the breaker box by taking out the guard initially there only making enough noise that they came looking for him. The guards on the cat walks above were next as Aelo ghosted his way up the metal stairs and swiftly cut them down one by one lowering them so they would not bang against the floor. The last two were in the control room for the hanger shining their lights into the gloom and calling out to their companions. Aelo slid out of the airduct between them even as they were talking about watching each other’s back. Ironic he thought as he stabbed them both in the back with deft strokes. He opened the hanger doors and could clearly see that Mar had already done her work. He pulled out his signaler and flashed a response to her signaling he had control of the hanger then made his way down to the ship. He worked quickly moving through the ship to disable the numerous trackers and alarm systems throughout. When he reached the cockpit, he realized the pirates were smarter than they looked. “I have a problem”, he said communicating with Mar and Talmadge. The brothers would be on radio silence so that their communicators would not be overheard but that meant it was even more important the others be ready to leave. He told Mar and Talmadge about the break lock he had found in the cockpit. It was an old smugglers trick, an alarm system tied directly into the ships landing breaks. “Can you disable it?” Talmadge asked to which Aelo instinctively shook his head. “No, but its not going to stop me from taking off I’d have to remove the entire system to get it out. Taxing to the end of the runway isn’t going to matter now Mar get ready for pickup things are going to get awfully loud.”
“Roger that” Mar responded as the Claxons began to sound. She could see the ship swing out of the hanger as she broke the glass in the control tower to get out on the railing. Aelo swung in close ramp down but did not stop, and Mar swung herself inside. She made her way to the bottom hull cannons even as she felt the ship rock. Aelo was keeping them low to avoid the majority of the pirate’s AA measures, but that made them targets for some of their old clone wars era tanks. Clone wars or not she new she needed to aim straight, or the flak would make short work of their shields. Aelo strafed as she let loose on the pirates a manic grin across her face as fire danced in her eyes. They made their way towards the entrance of the pirate base as they needed to clear the heavy weapons out of the brother’s way.
As Hal and Sal broke out of the front doors of the complex they were meet with a rain of fire as the pirates, weapons trained to their door, were vaporized by the freighter above. With another strafe the tanks swiftly followed, but they could feel the heat over their shoulders as the now fully awakened pirate crew was hot on their tail blasting away as they ran after the pair. Hal saw Aelo drop in low the rear of the freighter down hovering mere feet from the ground. The lean-back approach made the the reopened entry ramp harder to get to but allowed Mar to lay down covering fire as the brothers streaked across the courtyard dodging and returning fire over their shoulders as they did so. With awe- inspiring graced they climbed the foot holds in the gate posts and simultaneously leapt grapping hold of the pistons that held open the ramp. Aelo pulled away from the incoming pirates as they pulled themselves properly onto the ship the group disappearing into the cloudy night sky even as blaster round continued to be fired uselessly after them.
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2020.05.10 23:38 DamienBoyes Strip club hidden camera sex

23:20:05 // 03-JUN-2042
Dodge avoided the automated water taxi and ran all the way across the island to the narrow service bridge, where he hid under a topiary Klaxon Overdrive logo and waited for security to cross in their armored cart. At least it gave him time for his hearing to return. The guards were frantic as they whizzed by, too concerned about the voices squawking from their mobiles to think about stopping to look for someone cowering in the bushes. They would assume the journalist they had sent in the water shuttle a half hour ago was dead, along with everyone else. If they gave him a thought at all. They’d most likely be terrified about how Klaxon Overdrive had blown up on their watch. They’d never work again.
By the time he hobbled all the way across the bridge, sirens were erupting from the city, and camera drones were already skimming across the water. Everyone would be here soon. Police. Fire. HomeSec. The feeds. The entire world would be watching.
Once across the bridge he ran north, crossing Lakeshore and the commuter rail line, and didn’t stop until he had lost himself in the maze of condos in the city’s south end.
After acquiring Klaxon’s DNA, he was supposed to go directly to the Paradise Mind’s downtown Campus, hand over the merchandise and collect payment. The plan incinerated, he went to Len’s.
Len lived and worked out of an old hotel turned strip club turned hotel turned back to strip club in the rapidly re-deteriorating east end of downtown. He had bought it twenty years ago—before its next-door proximity to the high concrete wall of the Studio Alley exclusion zone had made it nearly worthless—and never left. It suited him. He preferred to live his life online rather than out there with the people and their diseases anyway.
As always, the two misanthropic regulars, the automated bartender, and the robot strippers ignored Dodge as he dashed over the bleach-faded tile towards the back stairs. On the way past he caught a glimpse of himself in the bar’s mirrored backsplash. He looked like he had stuck his face in a smoky tornado. He grabbed a couple napkins from the bar and wiped his face as he skipped the elevator and leapt up the stairs to Len’s fourth-floor office.
Light spasmed into the gloomy hallway through the wavy translucent window in Len’s door. In homage to some old detective movie, Len had painstakingly hand-lettered a sign on the reinforced plastic:
Len Quid, Karma Mechanic.
As Dodge stood and waited for the door to open, a gush of maniacal laughter vibrated out into the hall.
What the hell was Len laughing at in there? He’d have seen what happened. For all Len knew, Dodge had been atomized. Why was he laughing?
That bastard.
Hidden cameras scanned Dodge’s biokin, recognized his sooty, scowl-distorted face, and buzzed the lock open. Exaggerated astonishment rippled through Len’s features as Dodge entered, as if the security system hadn’t announced his arrival when he walked through the bar’s front door two minutes ago. Len remained still for a second, mouth open, staring at Dodge, and then burst in an explosion of spittle-flecked laughter.
Montrose?” Len bellowed when the first wave of hilarity passed.
Dodge stood, holding the doorknob, barely able to breathe. Even Len didn’t know his true identity. How had he figured it out?
A wave of heat rushed through him. He was going to pass out, wasn’t sure what was keeping him upright as it was. The tryptophan numbness had worn away an hour ago. He desperately needed another dose.
“MONTROSE!” Len spouted the name as though it were the punch-line to a joke, threw his head back and roared with laughter. His four-hundred pound bulk writhed in the leather loveseat. He was laughing so hard sweat streamed down his pink face. “Shit son, you look like you just pissed on your own grave,” Len said as Dodge finally stepped into the office. The door closed behind him.
Len’s office took up the entire fourth floor. Ancient computer equipment lined the walls and was stacked to create new ones, maze-like—save for the front third of the floor where Len spent most of his time. Dodge sometimes imagined archeologists in the far future, huddled in the depths of Len’s office, carefully examining the strata of decomposing plastic and silicon to create a technological timeline for the early to mid twenty-first century.
He slunk past a row of dot-matrix printers and sagged into the brown pleatherette couch. Apart from Len’s loveseat, was the only piece of furniture not cobbled together from outdated electronics.
How?” Dodge moaned quietly, to no one in particular.
Len stretched back in his reinforced seat and peered at him over a desk fashioned from antique PC cases.
“Montrose Douglas Dodgson. This is where you been all these years?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe my boy is Dr. Replactor hisself. I’ve never had an honest-to-goodness world-wide fugitive over before. Should I offer you champagne or duck shit on a cracker or what?”
“I almost died,” Dodge said, avoiding the larger point. His skin prickled.
Len’s joyful giggling transformed into a rasping cough. The loveseat groaned under him as he pressed a small white towel to his lips.
“But you didn’t. I was worried for a minute until I watched your oh-so-graceful exit through the Needle’s external security feed. Nice landing, by the way… Montrose.”
They stared at each other. Len continued to chuckle and Dodge tried to keep from completely freaking out.
“How did you find out?” Dodge asked. He didn’t really want an answer.
“I’ll show you after you tell me how the hell you managed to get the Needle to explode like that,” Len offered.
“I didn’t do anything… How could I—? Where would I—?”
“Gee-zus, I was kidding. You’re so easy, sometimes it’s no fun. I know it wasn’t you. I wouldn’t trust you to blow up a balloon.” Leather protested as he leaned forward. “So what did happen in there?”
Dodge told Len what he had found and how he had escaped, his voice a robotic monotone. He was fixated instead on the thought of his name coming from Len’s mouth.
Len managed to stay quiet until Dodge finished.
“Well, buddy,” Len said, sticking his hand into his computer’s feelE airgrid and wiggling his pudgy fingers. “I suppose you’re rich. But I’m not sure if finding a buyer is going to be as easy as getting the merchandise was. We got a spotlight. Watch this.”
A wallscreen slung between two thick wooden pillars grayed as it activated, and Len initiated Entropy’s content stream with a wave of his hand. “It started like ten minutes after the place blew.”
The screen sprung to life—displaying only the content section of the normal link feed because Len had hacked away the flickering ad windows. The flashing Entropy Expanse logo in the middle of the picture dissolved into a stylized animation of a blue sun, which exploded in a blinding crescendo of light and drums that left the words ‘Klaxon Overdrive Goes Supernova’ shimmering in stardust and string instruments. It cut to a shot of Jolene Tewksbury, Entropy’s second-most prominent face. Though now that Klaxon was gone, she’d probably just been promoted.
She was dressed in a blue tutu and halter top, no bra, with one hand on her hip, the other clutching a slender microphone, and her thin, light brown legs kinked at the knee. Her hair was done up into cat ears on her head, and her makeup was bright and angular, glowing blue and orange on her lips and eyes.
The Needle’s remains smoked behind her. Multicolored lights flashing from every emergency service vehicle in the city reflected off the trillions of microscopic mirrored fragments floating in the air, creating a shimmering, dreamlike display around the reporter.
“I’m standing in front of what was the Needle, one of the greatest architectural and design achievements the world has ever known. Now it lays in ruin,” Jolene said, slicing one well-manicured hand through the air. Her solemn voice was at complete odds with her look-at-me style.
“More important than the loss of this great landmark is a blow much more profound and eminently tragic. A loss irreplaceable. Tonight, the world mourns its first son, Klaxon Overdrive.”
The camera zoomed in, framing her multi-ethnic skin tone, perfect eyebrows, and bombay-blue eyes. A single tear slid down her face, catching and reflecting the lights around her.
Len sighed, shaking his head. “She probably had her tear ducts modded to drip light-refracting tears on command.”
Dodge didn’t respond, dreading what was to come.
Her picture cut to footage of Klaxon during the final show of his recent ‘Contempt’ concert tour in Death Valley. Monochromatic holo-projectors enlarged the singer’s image to skyscraper height. His head was thrown back, arms wide, body shining with a scarlet intensity in the star-speckled sky. His projected image covered hundreds of meters with every step, the crowd itself a writhing stage below him.
Jolene continued. “Tonight, in one, last, heart-stopping performance, Klaxon Overdrive left the world forever. Gone in a fiery blast that ripped away the top of the building behind me.”
The coverage cut to a quick aerial shot. It looked like the inside of a well-shaken snow globe. Jolene was the only feed personality on the ground, most likely due to Entropy barring other content agencies from their island. The area was cordoned off, and drones were stacked up against the invisible dronesense wall in the sky that prevented them from getting any closer, but already crowds of weeping fans were gathering, streaming across the bridge and massing at the fringes of the blast site. Entropy wasn’t stopping them.
The camera panned over the anguish-contorted faces of the gathering crowd. “Klaxon has been absent from the public eye since last year’s New Year’s Eve concert in Death Valley,” Jolene narrated. “The concert shattered attendance records with more than seven and a half million fans voyaging into the desert for a week-long celebration of love and life. Various reports had speculated his recent absence from the public eye was due to a lengthy treatment in a German drug rehabilitation clinic, but more reputable information provided to Entropy.news revealed he had been sequestered at a secret location, preparing the release of his next movie, The Other Side Of Life, and the accompanying soundtrack.”
The shot ended on Jolene, her downcast lips stiffened to form a hard magenta line. “Killed also in the blast was the man responsible for this hideous, tragic loss. Montrose Douglas Dodgson.”
She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. Everyone would remember. It hadn’t been that long.
Dodge’s vision puckered. It wasn’t possible. How did they find him? He considered putting his head between his knees to keep from hyperventilating, but he didn’t want to miss anything.
His worst fears were coming true, and they were showing it on the news.
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2020.05.08 17:08 Darksythe222 Strip club hidden camera sex

Mudtroopers
By Logan Smith
Afrabar was as desolate as Aelo could remember any planet being. What wasn’t an old worn out mining colony rotting away after the fall of the republic was flat salt plains. When you got done crossing the salt plains all you would find is the Void a massive virtually uncrossable desert where the sun disappears, and the ground is too hard for tracks to be left behind. Imperial outpost 45-21B sat just on the edge of this desert waiting for a rebel ambush that would never come. That was doubly true now with the death of the emperor and the rise of the new republic. Concerns about things like that had faded some time ago for Aelo though, he had spent his military career in one trench or another then being shipped to one backwater planet after another when the command was done getting him shot at. Afrabar had long since been stripped of its most precious resource rhydonium anyways, so if rebels, or supposedly the “New Republic” troops actually came it would be to scrape this forsaken eyesore of an outpost off the surface of the galaxy. Until then, it was the duty of Fidget unit to “protect” the station. The words of the warrant officer in charge Talmadge sounded faded as Aelo stared out the window that faced the desert remarking at its strange peacefulness instead of feigning interest in the latest debriefing. There wasn’t much to listen to anyways since the fall of the empire the only other interesting news that had reached this station was that some portion of the imperial remnant decided to attack an imperial world burning the surface with orbital weapons, but even that was nothing new from the empire. A clipboard slapped onto the table in front of Aelo and he looked up to Mar’sarra standing over him. Mar was a rare case of an alien officer climbing the ranks of the imperium in any capacity. She was a rather large Weequay towering over Aelo at roughly 6 ft. She instinctively leaned down as she spoke “Talmadge has you on shopping duty, we got some extra funding this month from an accounting error so try to ask around before you go to see if anyone needs something special.” Aelo lurched up out of his chair “What you don’t want anything?” she shook her head “I still have those sweets from naboo from the last trip wouldn’t be fair to the others.” Aelo almost wanted to chuckle at this given Mar had been one of the biggest hardasses on the station when she had first been assigned. He guessed that after 5 years without any kind of fighting would soften anybody if only just a little. He took the credit stick and went to ask the others before heading into the center of the city.
Meanwhile an x-wing came to dock at the other end of the city silently settling into a discrete docking area. R8-B1 hummed softly as it was lowered into the dirt and the cockpit slid backwards. Jada Syndulla lept out of the x-wing landing gently with the force as he did so. Luke had sent him here to investigate the city for an imperial presence that may remain on the planet. Jada scoffed at the idea given Wedge Antillies himself had searched most of the planet shortly after the fall of the empire. As Jada left the hanger she was greeted by a toppled statue of some imperial governor or another, children playing on it even as the erosion ate away at a once sculpted and stern face. She chuckled as she made her way through the streets toward the city’s bazzar at its center. Around her torn imperial banners were still hanging all over the place neglected by the populace. Her mission was simple to go and check out an abandoned imperial outpost 45-21B because of some imperial remnant orders indicating that some troops had been assigned back to the station shortly after its initial abandonment. That didn’t mean however that Jada couldn’t stop to enjoy some of the strange delicacies that would find its way out to strange places like this mostly by the way of smugglers or pirates. She checked her robes to ensure she had safely hidden away her wallet as she strode into the bustling bazaar. Over at one stand she recognized a familiar smell Twilek Tarts! He hurried over to pastries that her mother had often made her. This mission is going to be more fun than I thought she mused to herself even as she felt somebody hard smash into the back of her head.
Aelo stood shocked over the still twitching body of the jedi he had just clubbed with his grocery bag. He had imagined as thousand scenarios where the jedi had spun around disemboweling him or crumpling his body like an ale canister, and yet the jedi hadn’t even noticed as he had crept up behind her with the bag full of cans he had not loaded. Aelo almost had forgotten that he had done this in front of at least a dozen people before the shopkeeper standing over the tarts stand yelled at him “Hey if your gonna rob my customers do it after they buy something! I’m trying to run a business here!” There were no authorities on Afrabar but even still Aelo shook out of his stun muttered and apology while buying some tarts, and then raced out of the bazzar the jedi haphazardly laid across the shopping after Aelo made sure she wasn’t going to bleed all over it.
Back at the base Aelo rushed to the door scanner frantic. “Talmadge I’ve done the shopping, but I’ve got a serious problem out here!” Talmadge adjusted the camera on his end squinting. “What did the speeder break down again? We can have Mar look at it just get inside.” Before Aelo could respond the feed cut and the gate opened wide. He drove the speeder into the vehicle bay as Mar and Hal came out to help onload. They froze as they saw the legs hanging out of the back of the speeder’s back seat. “What the hell happe…” Mar cut off as she saw the jedi her look turned from anger to fear. “I can explain Mar” Aelo stammered still shook himself. “I saw this jedi as I had just finished groceries and panicked. I clobbered with beetwurst cans I bought for Hal and I couldn’t think of what to do with her.” Mar’s eye visibly twitched at this “You could have killed her instead of bringing her straight to our base you know!” Aelo flinched, “Wait Mar think about it if a jedi was here than it could have only been for us she probably already knew where we were, I just got the jump on her. As he said this Hal unloaded her from the speeder. Being Mandalorian and built like a 7ft brick house he had little issue lifting the small frame up but as he did so a document fell out from her robes. He set her gently next to the speeder then picked up the document. After reading it briefly he tapped on the shoulder of Mar who had been contemplating whether she should squeeze harder as she choke Aelo for being stupid. She glanced at the outstretched document and dropped Aelo like a sack of Calrrisian Potatoes. “What is it?” Aelo growled clutching his throat. Mar wordlessly handed him the document shock settling upon her like a wave. Aelo could see his worst fears had been confirmed it was a copy of a stolen imperial troop manifest detailing their location, munitions, and number of people that had on staff. It even had details about their individual specializations, allergies, and blood types. “The republic knows we are out here” Mar fell to her knees despairing. Hal leaned down and patted her shoulder “Hey its okay we are just a bunch of low level soldiers out in the middle of nowhere its not like they are going to drive a cruiser into orbit just for us.” Mars neck turned with a small popping sound “Maybe not for us no. But for HER.” She indicated to the still unconscious form laying against the speeder. At this Talmadge came outside with an ale in his hand. “Hey guys what’s going on out here if you take too long the foods going to spoil! Mar why are sitting in the dirt?” As he strode up to her Hal moved slightly to the side revealing the jedi to him as well. He turned pale as a ghost for a moment but then a strange calm fell over his face. “Troopers!” he barked startling them to their feet on reflex. “We have an unconscious enemy combatant in our midst, and you haven’t even cuffed her yet?” Hal’s brother Sal the last of the troop was following closely behind Talmadge as usual but quickly disappeared and then reappeared with shackles. They bound her but had no force cage to put her in, so they put some water and food into one of the storage containers in the bay then locked her inside with it. The container was climate controlled so she would not fry in there at least. Then they all fled inside after closing the bay eager to put distance between themselves and the deadly magician they had somehow captured. Aelo and the others watched as Talmadge rolled captive’s lightsaber in his hands his brow furrowed. He pointed it upwards and ignited it. For a moment, their fear washed away in awe of the Fuchsia light that sprung from its hilt the glow and heat flowing over the room. It was passed around the room to each of them carefully ignited and extinguished, Mar and Hal trying a few swings with it the graceful blade humming as it arced through the air. Finally, it ended up between them all on the table and they stared at it with somber expressions. They had to think about what to do next the container could hold the jedi or at least so they hoped, but they couldn’t keep her in there forever and moreover they had heard legends about the jedi’s sorcerous ways and it chilled them to the bone. The group agreed that they had to abandon the outpost all together, after all it would not be long before somebody came looking for this jedi, perhaps even the man who killed the emperor, the dangerous fugitive Luke Skywalker. Murmurs of his exploits had even reached out this far into the outer rim, and he would certainly guarantee their doom. He might not even come down to the surface just fry their brains from orbit and wisk away the captive with sorcery. They needed a ship and they needed one fast, but the only way they could get one big enough to carry them all and their cargo was to steal one. So, with little choice they decided to do just that.
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I woke up groggy the next morning. To my relief, the door was closed and I was alone. Comfortable. Far from Nicki’s aggression. Far from this madness in general.
I slid on my Buddy Holly glasses. At peace with the solitude around me… until I saw a letter lying on the dresser. The elaborate scribbled scrawl told me all I needed to know: Nicki had snuck in here during the night. Groaning, I grabbed the letter.
There was the schedule literally spelled out for me: gym, shower, interview. Even a curated wardrobe was included.
I put on the tight gym shorts. The red sleeveless shirt. Upon opening the bedroom door, Bobby Helms’s “Jingle Bell Rock” bombarded me. Not to mention this mansion’s blizzard… I couldn’t help but think how some people would find the holiday playlist a welcome reprieve from the Nickimania usually blasting. But not me. I missed the pop music in the face of this seasonal shit.
Then I hit the gym. The treadmill, the crunches. My meager weightlifting. All under those cameras’ red eyes. Not to mention the bizarre wax figure standing in the corner. The one watching me this whole time: a life-size Roman waxwork. Complete with the blonde wig, messy black dress… that deranged scowl.
Out of breath, I faced my reflection. The giant mirror painted me in a flattering but realistic light. Nicki and Ashley had taken care of me, after all. I looked better than ever. Maybe not the Great Value Zac Efron Nicki was hyping me up to be, but hey, what can I say? Even I was impressed my own appearance.
Turning, I confronted the wax Roman. Her fake eyes met mine. Somehow, I was sure she’d moved ever so slightly. Just enough to turn that female gaze toward me.
I then headed for the shower. The warm water soothed me from this Christmas cold. Now I could really get lost in horror thoughts. In my storyteller wilderness.
Relaxed, I stepped back. Looked toward the metal soap holder… then my unease returned. Intensified.
I saw a red light hidden behind the soap bar. One blocked by a narrow glass case. Maybe I was too tired to notice it last night. More than likely too drunk… but apparently, Nicki had eyes on me the whole time.
Butt I felt aroused amidst the disgust. I couldn’t stop the erection… even when it stemmed from fantasies violating my privacy. But still, where was my dignity? Apparently not enough of it to stop me from modeling in that shower.
In the hallway, the cold hit me hard. Especially when all I had on was the boxers. Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” serenaded my chills. Those voices then returned… I looked toward the last door.
The muffled voices came from there. The fateful room’s light still on. I walked up to the door. Grabbed the handle.
“I told you not to go in there!” came that frenetic scream.
Nicki’s hand grabbed mine. I looked into her fiery eyes. She had on the librarian’s glasses. The red blouse. Her hair pulled back in an unassuming ponytail. Her claws replaced by groomed fingernails. “What the fuck, Rhonnie!”
Under the glare, I crumbled. “I was just curious…”
“Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat, bitch!” Nicki tossed my hand back to me.
“Well, what happened?” I asked. Still hearing the voices, I waved toward the room. “What’s that noise?”
Behind a cold gaze, Nicki grabbed my wrist in a death grip. “None of your business. Not now!”
I said nothing. Too scared to respond….
“Now get your ass in that bedroom!” Nicki continued. She motioned toward my room. Savoring her power… “Get dressed!”
“My bad…” I responded. But I still listened to her. I walked into my bedroom. Saw my sweater and red khakis laid out for me.
Bing Crosby’s voice echoed everywhere as I snagged the red trousers. Got ready to put them on.
“And what’d I tell you about going to that room!” Nicki’s voice reprimanded me.
Startled, I looked toward the open doorway. Right to the one-and-only Nicki Minaj watching me get dressed.
“I’m sorry!” I said with a laugh.
“Mmm-hmm,” Nicki replied. She leaned against the doorway. Not going anywhere… and neither was that excited gaze of hers. The one that never left my body. “You best start listening to me, Rhonnie.”
Struggling under her hungry eyes, I slid on the pants. “I will!”
I felt her eyes on me the entire time. Nicki never once left this show….
We later got together in the home studio. Both of us in our swivel chairs and with a glass of wine...
The ideas came fast and furious. Some good, some great.
“What about like a sex cult?” Nicki suggested.
“A sex cult?” I joked.
Behind the glasses, Nicki sat up straight. "Is that too realistic?”
I chuckled. “With you, man, anything is possible.”
“We just need to give them something crazy!” Nicki went on. She straightened her blouse. “Like whether it’s a cult or anything crazy I did. Like the pegging, anything hot like that!”
“Awesome. I agree.”
“I’ll be your muse for all things sexy and…” Nicki hunched her shoulders. Angled her head for a murderer’s photo shoot. That killer gaze fixated on me. “Scary."
Uncomfortable, I glanced down at my notebook. “Yeah, there’s so much potential.”
“Oh, definitely.”
I worked up the nerve to face her. Then ask a question that’d been bothering me: “So what was up with the garage?”
Nicki gave me a weird look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean all the weird shit in there? The cars, lockers-”
Nicki scoffed. “Bitch, please…”
“Naw, I’m curious.”
With an indifferent flourish, Nicki waved me off. “Your nosyass shouldn’t worry!”
Like a reporter, I leaned in closer. “So why all the cameras then? The guards?”
Nicki stared at me, her eyes eviscerating my soul. “I done told you, Rhonnie.” She moved in toward my face, holding me captive with that stare. “I value my privacy.”
“So why keep that shit then?"
Chuckling, Nicki leaned back in her seat. “Don’t be so worried, Rhonnie…”
“What?”
Nicki looked right at me. Her inner strength obvious. "I’m a tough girl, Rhonnie! You know that.”
Our brainstorming session ended soon after. To be honest, I had enough macabre material minus the Queen’s input. Even if the session proved entertaining.
That afternoon, I entered the kitchen. And there was Nicki seated on a bar stool. Glued to her phone. The Killers’ “Don’t Shoot Me Santa” the latest on the dancefloor's playlist.
“Hey, boo,” Nicki said to me.
“Hey,” I replied as I grabbed a Dos Equis. “I was just about to start writing. ” I opened the longneck. Still basking in the wine buzz… then I heard more moans and groans. Pleasurable exhalations hitting euphoria…
I looked toward the hallway. Drowning out the Christmas music, Club Staff’s sex sounded closer. Somehow more familiar. I stepped toward Nicki. “Yo, what are you watching?”
Nicki didn’t even try hiding the footage. The HD video of me, her, Ashley, and Kellan engaging in a most wild intimacy. Our own filmed sex tape… For whatever reason, I was on the bottom.
“Whoa, what the fuck!” I yelled.
Cackling, Nicki lowered her phone. “What? I can’t relive the past, bitch?”
“I mean you kept that on your phone?”
Nicki shrugged. “Duh. It’s hot…”
I couldn’t argue. “It’s fun and all, but-"
Nicki stood up and held her phone toward me. Giving me a front row view to a clip of her and Ashley dicking me down with those huge dildos. “If I wanna take a break, Rhonnie, I can. I'm not addicted, bitch.” She then got in my face. A delayed flourish of a finish. I could already smell the wine in her breath. “And I’m the one paying you. Remember?”
I gave her a weak smirk. “Okay…”
“That’s right, boo.”
I waved toward her, annoyed. "So when can I get my phone?”
That wacky Nicki grin appeared. She marched toward the hallway. Her erotica conquering the Christmas music. “Oh, you know the rules, Rhonnie.”
“Well, what about Zoo? When the Hell’s he coming over?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Nicki started. She stopped and faced me. Her smile still on display. “He’s coming.”
“Yeah but when-”
A chaotic vibration interrupted us. Nicki glanced at her pulsating phone.
“Shit, I gotta get this!” she said. She grinned at me. “Don’t go anywhere!”
Left alone, I looked over at the kitchen bar. At all those drinks.
Swept away by The Killers’ Christmas song, I staggered up to the pink wine bottles. Grabbed the biggest one.
Buried beneath the booze were torn scratch sheets of paper. A rainbow catalog veering between construction paper and sticky notes. The font matched the pattern: notes scrolled in everything from pen, marker, to even crayon.
I placed the wine on the counter. Picked up a cluster of messages.
Judging by the writing, no way these were the musings of one person. The handwriting was different on each and every message. The emotions different: Greatest xperience eva! I ain’t ever leaving!! I <3 Nicki Minaj Nickis bitch
Battling the unease, I took another swig. But still couldn’t shake the increasing chills.
Then one pink note in particular caught my eye. Brought about waves of anxiety… and sweet nostalgia. I recognized Ashley’s scrawl immediately. Her excellent grammar: Ashley And Rhonnie Forever! We love you, Nicki!
I put the beer down. Picked up my love’s note. Felt adrenaline rush through me. Heard Ashley’s beaming voice as I read it once more… Fuck, I missed her.
Grinning, I slid the letter into my pocket. A cherished memento from our stay at Nicki’s resort… My eyes then went back to this hidden collection. To the white sheet of paper lying under Ash’s message…
In an instant, my romantic remembrance vanished. All of it conquered by fear.
HELP ME read the scribbled touch of a pencil’s panic. The big, bold letters screamed those words. Underlined for emphasis. The message too terrifying not to be genuine…
I grabbed the piece of paper. Got a closer inspection at the all-too-real horror. The reality that everything wasn’t Utopia. Not for everyone, at least...
I downed the Dos Equis. But my buzz didn’t soothe the restless tension.
My eyes scanned the other notes. This scared detective confirming his instincts: there were just too many subtle differences. Too many eccentricities for Nicki and her personalities to have written all these. Especially now that I had Ashley’s note for evidence.
From the dancefloor, The Killers faded out. And in the brief silence came the many voices. Those muffled shouts and cries…
I turned toward the hallway. The sounds obviously coming from Club Staff. The Forbidden Room. Nicki’s wax museum. Her lair of wild dreams and nightmares.
Still clinging to the eerie note, I sensed my opportunity. Somehow gathering courage amidst the anxiety, I rushed into the dark hallway. Saw the only light here coming from beneath that final door.
The coast was clear. No one was around... Just me and whomever lurked inside that room. And as I got closer, the voices grew louder. More excited.
For once, the fear chilled me more than Nicki’s arctic A/C. But I still kept going. Reached out toward the knob.
The sudden struts of a guitar made me jump. So did Elvis Presley’s crooning… Startled, I looked down the hall. Glaring on at “Blue Christmas” now playing on the dancefloor.
Recovering from the scare, I turned my attention toward the door. Reached out once more.
“Rhonnie, what is you doing!” rang Nicki’s siren cry through the darkness. The Queen’s voice all power and attitude. Just like her firm grip snatching my arm.
Scared again, I whirled around. “Shit!”
Nicki’s smirk greeted me. As did her latest costume change: a black Strokes tee and skintight white pants. With no make-up and a shorter red wig, Onika Maraj looked dressed for an underground rock show. How she changed so fast, how she appeared so quick behind me still remains a mystery to this day. Not to mention where the fuck did she keep getting all these wigs and where did she keep them? But in that surreall moment, I was just glad she wasn’t wearing that fucking strap...
Nicki waved at her shirt with excitement to spare. “You like it? You’re a Strokes fan, right?”
The letter in my hand grabbed my gaze. “Yeah…” I held the message toward Nicki. “What the Hell is this!”
Caught off guard, Nicki’s grin disappeared. Her suspicion set in.
“I found this in the kitchen,” I said.
In a fierce instant, Nicki snatched the sheet. Read the note.
“I just wanna know who wrote it,” I continued.
Feigning indifference, Nicki tossed it to the ground. “It’s nothing, I wrote that shit.”
For once, her performance lacked emotion. Gone was the confidence.. her biggest strength.
I flashed a nervous smile. “No, you didn’t! There’s no fucking way!”
Nicki placed a hand to her temple. Avoiding eye contact. At war with her own invasive thoughts.
“I found the note Ashley left too,” I said. “I found all of them! I mean why’d someone write ‘help me,’ Nicki! Goddamn!”
Nicki stayed silent. There was no word. No explanation.
I leaned toward her. “That’s fucking crazy! I mean just-”
Staying strong in the face of my fake toughness, Nicki looked right at me. “Chill, Rhonnie.”
“But I wanna know-”
“Do you think anyone would ever wanna leave here?” Like a dismissive diva, she pushed me back. “Seriously, Rhonnie?”
Scoffing, I pointed toward the note. “Well, someone did apparently!”
“Just think about you and Ashley!” Nicki then flashed that taunting smile. “Y’all’s asses know you didn’t wanna leave!”
I hesitated in the cold. Let “Blue Christmas” continue through the hallway. The mansion. And deep down, I knew I had no response. Nicki was right.
Sensing my weakness, Nicki took an aggressive step toward me. Her pretty face matching mine. “You know I’m right, don’t you,” she cooed. In a slow lunge, Nicki ran her hands along my chest. Leaned in toward my ear for a sensual purrr….
The memories hit me hard. Flashbacks to the ferocious sex. Me, Ash, Nicki, Kellan. Our weeks of fun. Our thrist constantly quenched in this erotic paradise.
“You and Ashley still wanna come back,” Nicki teased in a gentle tone. She squeezed my ass. And got closer to my lips. “Y’all still miss me…”
I smelt the sweet wine in her breath. The booze helping us both lose control.
“We do...” I said. Now I ran my hands up and down Nicki’s majestic body. Felt along the smooth skin. The plastic… The best implants money can buy.
Our bodies collided. Swaying to the rhythm of “Blue Christmas.” Our souls stirred into a happy hysteria.
Nicki’s grin grew wider. “I missed y’all too…”
She gave me a drunken kiss. And I damn sure returned the favor. Gladly still clinging to my ass, Nicki’s other hand went down toward my crotch.
I lost control. The excitement too much.
“Rhonnie, get Ashley,” Nicki said between kisses. She draped her hands around my neck. “Stay here forevvverrrr…”
Smiling, I looked on at those brown eyes. Their mischievous glint. “I’ll think about it-”
A bombastic beat crushed Elvis’s crooning. Loud and obnoxious. A hip-hop air strike had hit Christmas.
I immediately recognized the song. And immediately cringed.
Cackling, Nicki leaned back. “Oh shit!”
I groaned. “Fuck, ‘Anaconda’? “Really?”
“Yes!”
Amidst the pop assault, Nicki pulled me in closer toward her. Another sloppy kiss accompanied this grating tune. The Queen’s hands went wild over my body. The song getting better as the make-out session continued. The intensity matching the incessant rhythm of “Anaconda.”
Nicki held me back. Her female gaze salivating me. The smile starving for more.
Grooving and shaking to the beat, I gave her a smug, seductive smirk. Pleased to have Nicki’s spotlight. “Hey,” I quipped.
Then Mrs. Majesty made her move. Lunging forward, Nicki was fast and quick. Her hands latched on to my arms.
“Whoa!” I joked.
Crying out, Nicki threw me up against the wall. Her sheer strength sent me into it hard… leaving me pinned to it.
There were some nerves. Not to mention a rising thrill. I turned and looked back at it. At Nicki.
Armed with that madcap grin, she descended upon me. Her fingers itching to grab. Her steps aligned with the song… As if she were pantomiming and acting out her own twisted music video. But that sly voice shined through. Even over the deafening soundtrack. Nicki’s excitement too high at this point...
“Oh my Gosh....” she said in a robotic melody. “Look at her butt…”
I was too drunk to move. But still enthralled… erect beyond belief. Here I was Nicki’s prisoner once more. At her manic mercy.
Smirking in silence, I let her tear off my sweater.
“Oh my Gosh, look at her butt,” Nicki kept singing. Those same lyrics repeated in a sexy mantra… Getting me all the more hot. The collision of the song and Nicki’s performance hypnotized me. I gave in to her fantasy… and my own.
Nicki pulled my pants down. Into the music, I grooved. Shook at her touch. All while she yanked off the khakis, then my tight boxers. I held my feet out, letting Nicki slide the socks off. She had me nude. Just as she wanted me.
Still singing along, Nicki pushed me further down. Bending me over… I felt those white pants fasten against my popped out ass. Felt her fasten those clamps of fingers to my hips.
Swaying to the reckless rhythm, Nicki’s passionate thrusts matched the song. One hit after the other...
“My anaconda don’t!” Nicki hollered. “My anaconda don’t!”
I closed my eyes and moaned. The sensations so amazing. Nicki didn’t even need a dildo to fuck hard. She had too much power as is.
Enjoying the show, Nicki moved my ass back-and-forth. Making me twerk on that crotch. Nicki getting the lapdance of her dreams. Not that I was complaining... Being her personal stripper was nothing new for either of us.
Continuing the concert, Nicki sang in a playful tone. Her voice so energetic and full of delight it overtook the fucking record. And only stopping for those dominant grunts. Nicki leaned in next to my ear. “This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles…”
My breathing got heavier. In awe of Nicki’s poise. Behind aroused eyes, I watched her grab a hold of my big dick. All while she kept pounding away in this delirious dry humping. Nicki a Goddamn athlete.
“Dick bigger than a tower,” the Queen continued as she tugged on my cock for emphatic emphasis. “I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s…”
Something moist hit my ass. The crashes were repetitive and heavy. Nicki got out of control. A sexbot on the verge of exploding.
I moaned once more. Until Nicki’s hand covered my mouth. But she still kept going. I moved along with her. Shaking my ass to her delight.
“Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle,” Nicki sang. “Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil…” In a wild flourish, she licked my face. A serpent’s tongue all along my smooth skin.
And the show went on. Through every lyric, every thrust. I gave in to the rap Goddess’s every move. Not to mention to her amazing stamina. Here I was sweating in the cold. Still erect. Still twerking...
At the fadeout, Nicki’s cackling hit overdrive. Her histrionics natural. She staggered back and gave my ass a passionate smack.
Exhausted, I turned and looked back at the Queen. At her triumphant smile. The colossal wet stain on the crotch of those white pants… An ocean of desire.
Another haunting rap beat started. Nicki’s “Get On Your Knees” began playing. A song reverberating through my mind. My body.
Nicki ran her hands down her pants in a sensual taunt. “Ooh, bring that ass here, baby.”
Gasping for breath, I staggered to my feet. Still naked. Still recovering from being dicked down.
“You should’ve been here all along,” Nicki continued.
I turned my attention to Club Staff. My mystery powered through… even in the post-sex bliss.
Nicki reached toward me. “Come here, baby.”
Avoiding her touch, I stumbled toward the room. Without the strap, at least my ass wasn’t in too much pain.
“Rhonnie!” I heard Nicki shout. “Don’t go in there!”
Over Nicki’s recorded harmonies and all-too-live screams, I could hear those voices. The cryptic chorus behind door number three. I snatched the knob. Glad to find it unlocked.
Behind me, I heard Nicki chase after me. “Bring that ass here!” she commanded.
I swung the door open and rushed inside. Being back in Club Staff ended my drunk disorientation. Not from reflective warmth but from the strange sight sprawling before me…
Nervous, I stopped in the middle of the room. The pink walls were still flawless. The antique jukebox still timeless. And from here I saw the secret room, its door wide open. Ashley and I’s personal suite…
The other wax figures were spread out like a staged party scene. Nicki Minaj by way of the Uncanny Valley. There was nerdy Nicki, tomboy Nicki. All aspects of the artist’s personality.
Both the pink dildo and red blouse were lying on the ground. The glasses she wore earlier. Wigs piled up in a colorful conglomeration. Club Staff now Nicki’s dressing room for all those costume changes. And also the site of her darkest desires.
But these familiar sights did little to soothe my dread. Still doused in sweat, I felt Nicki’s literal drip slide off my ass... Somehow, Nicki had shocked me once more. Scared me with the secrets of her forbidden room.
Open laptops were arranged on all those large tables. Rows and rows of them leading up to a large demigod of a flatscreen. The room featuring an electrical cult ceremony…
What they showed were live feeds. HD footage clearly taken from all these fucking cameras. In rooms I’d never seen. Areas of Nicki’s home and property I never knew existed. Many of the rooms from the sheds out back, I figured.
Strangers stayed on those screens. Attractive men and women, ranging from young adults to senior citizens. But they were all hot… All of them either stripped down or dressed in the nice fashion I knew Nicki picked out. They were her community. The Barbz she really wanted.
Most of these hottiees were engaged in sex. The mics made that much clear. There was everything: missionary, pegging, three-ways, Devil’s Threesomes, guy-on-guy. Whatever your hungry heart desired. Whatever the Hell Nicki wanted.
With several clips taking place at night, I knew the Queen had recorded everything. Not so much for security or surveillance. Just for herself.
In the videos, I recognized a few faces, the bodyguards amongst them. And of course, I recognized Kellan and his large dick. He was in a room of four, using the same playbook me, him, Ash, and Nicki perfected.
The same playbook I saw broadcast on that flatscreen. The footage showed the four of us from just a few months ago. The four of us having the sex of our lives. We must’ve really been amongst Nicki’s favs to be her star attraction…
Sure, I was disturbed. But nostalgia crept in upon seeing us on the silver screen. I gotta say I missed Kellan. Not to mention he was a long way from Trinidad… But maybe to him, the Minaj mansion was home. We did have our fun, after all.
But the romanticism died soon after seeing one laptop showing me in the lair. Showing me right now. In the nude. I now noticed several cameras dangling down from the ceiling, filming my fear.
More vivid glows emanated from the secret room. Undoubtedly there was more where this came from…
I now realized Nicki Minaj was a mirage. A sexially-explicit illusion used to draw in the thirstiest men and women. A Venus flytrap for Onika Maraj’s most depraved pleasures.
But still I needed to see more... Even over the chilling epiphany, curiosity compelled me. I charged up to the secret room. Until a certain singing stopped me.
I whirled around to face Nicki. She stood tall and defiant. Regardless of the striking stain, she didn’t look trashy. She wore that wet vagina well. After all, that crotch certainly didn’t feel like a pussy at times...
And all the while, Nicki sang along to the chorus of “Get On Your Knees.” A sly smile accompanying her flow. Her joy.
An intimate audience, I watched her the whole way through. This was Nicki The Artist and she sounded even better live. More natural. More raw.
As the track faded out, Nicki nodded toward the laptops. “You know they wanna be here, Rhonnie.” She strutted up to me.
Like looking at a much prettier Medusa, I turned to stone. Held in place by the beauty. The charisma.
“No one’s being held against their will,” Nicki continued. She stole an admiring glance at my cock before looking into my green eyes. “That’s their shit cars they left in the garage. Their shit clothes in the lockers. Their shit lives they left behind.”
“But still… it’s not right,” I struggled to say. “It’s weird.”
Soothing me, Nicki ran a hand along my arm. “They just wanted to be happy, Rhonnie. That’s all.”
I couldn’t respond. Naked and in front of Nicki, I was conflicted. Torn between the seduction and slavery.
Nicki leaned in closer. “I didn’t want you to see till you were ready.” She caressed my face. Her touch so… warm. “Till you and Ashley were here.” Her other hand clinged to my thigh.
Quiet, I ran my fingers through Nicki’s short hair. “Regret In Your Tears” next on Nicki’s always-appropriate soundtrack. This setlist always in sync with our current mood.
“I didn’t want y’all to get scared,” Nicki went on. Her hand drifted down to my ass. For another sensual squeeze. “That was all, Rhonnie.”
I pulled away from her. “Naw, I can’t…”
Forcing a cackle, Nicki grabbed my arm. Her demeanor drunk, her mannerisms driven by madness. “Rhonnie, look!” She pointed toward the station of so many screens. “I dress them well, they get to live with me!” Selling herself well, Nicki felt along her well-endowed chest. “They get to be with me, baby…” She lunged in closer, inches away from my face. “And that should’ve been you and Ashley!”
Now I yanked my arm back. “No! This isn’t right, Nicki! You’re asking us to give up everything! We’ve got fucking lives, man! I wanna write!”
Nicki’s smile stagnated. “And you can… You can write about me.” She pointed across the room. Of course, right at that huge dildo. “And spend more time with that!” She grabbed on to my shoulders. “Me, you, and Ash. Kellan. It’ll be just like old times, babe.”
“I can’t.” Struggling against that strength, I finally managed to escape her grips once more.
A glower overtook Nicki’s face. “What do you think this is then, Rhonnie!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“This house! Me, bitch!”
Never had I seen her get this pissed. Sure, maybe crazy as Hell. Maybe psychosexual but not fucking angry.
Nicki pointed at herself. ”I’m the reason they wanna come! I bring them here, I keep them happy! They make me happy! I’m their fucking queen, Rhonnie! I make them want me, you understand!” She got in my face. But I was already scared into obedience. “Just like I did to you and Ashley!” She pointed to her head. “It’s in here, Rhonnie.” Immediately, she gravitated to that body. “And all here, baby! It’s got nothing to do with Onika! Nothing to do with me, the girl from Queens! The crazy family, the tragedies. It’s the way I look, Rhonnie! The ass and titties! The sex. Fucking. Sells.”
The height difference didn’t matter. Not now. Nicki stared me down hard. From both lust and anger. The dangerous ends of both emotions. I shivered under that spare. Nicki knowing full well she had me under her spell.
“What’s going on?” a deep voice rivaling mine asked.
We both turned. And well, Nicki’s excited smile contrasted my shock.
There was the man of the hour: Zoo. He stood a few feet away from us. His naked body no longer too surreal a sight in this freaky fortress. He was a handsome guy. Much taller than us. Much more sculpted than me A pretty prisoner both in the past and now. Kenneth checked off most of Nicki’s boxes: tough, thicc, and well-hung. Somehow, him and I had both managed to stay erect. Maybe there was something in the mansion’s air. But now Zoo’s glare stayed on me. The dude likely to break me by hand or dick…
Nicki’s grin hit sitcom levels. “Hey, baby!” she gushed. Drawn to her man, she rushed over and hugged him.
But Kenneth and I’s staredown wasn’t going anywhere.
“Is that the writer guy?” he asked Nicki.
“Yeah, that’s Rhonnie!” she beamed.
They fixated their gazes on me. There we were, the three of us with our dicks hanging out. Well, with Nicki’s lying closeby.
Through the tense silence, all we heard was the Minaj playlist. And the sounds of her prisoners. Their pleasurable moans and cries a constant off those laptops. Of course, I recognized my own exhalations on that flatscreen. God knows what the Hell I was taking in that clip...
Nicki pulled Kenneth closer toward her. Her man definitely lacked her enthusiasm. “He’s the one writing about us, Zoo!” she exclaimed. “And I’m helping him out! He’s gonna make us even more famous!”
“So I’ve heard,” he replied. His hands stayed by his side. Ready for any false move from rhonnie14.
“Ain’t that right, Rhonnie!” Nicki said. Her wicked gaze settled in on me. “You’re gonna write so many crazy stories, right.”
Reaching into the recesses of my soul, I found some half-ass courage. “I’m writing the truth, Nicki,” I finally said. I waved toward the laptops. “I’m writing about all this! The people you got here, the ones you’ve got trapped! Your prisoners!”
Needless to say, Zoo wasn’t amused. His glare now more permanent than Nicki’s glowing smile. But now Nicki was no different. She had no chance at hiding the rage boiling within.
“I’m telling the truth!” I yelled.
Nicki took a ferocious step toward me.
Trying to restrain her, Zoo grabbed the Queen’s arm. “Nicki-”
But nothing could stop her. Not even Zoo’s impressive muscles. Nicki bulldozed on by. Straight for me.
Oh fuck, I thought...
Nicki put a finger to my face. “And do you think anyone’s gonna believe you, motherfucker!”
I stayed quiet. Yeah, I was a chickenshit.
“I’ll just tell them you’re some fucking creep obsessed with me!” Nicki continued. “No one will buy what the fuck some random horror writer has to say! Yo ass look like you’re sixteen anyway!”
Crumbling under her irate pressure, I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s a compliment...”
“Shut the fuck up!” Nicki yelled.
I locked eyes with Zoo. Even he was keeping his distance from her.
“Yeah, listen to Nicki!” he added.
Nicki gave me a light shove. The glare slicing into me like a knife. “So you go write your goofy fucking stories! Pimp my name to the horror crowd! They’ll wanna be with the Queen too, boo! You know that!”
“You got him, Nicki,” I heard Zoo chime in.
Giving me her patented stank face, Nicki walked back toward her husband. Leaving me in an awkward, uneasy state.
I watched Nicki drape her arm around Zoo’s waist. Her outburst now veering toward a manic melancholy. “You should’ve stayed, you and Ashley both!” Nicki said. I saw her grab on to Kenneth’s ass. “Y’all’d have been the Paula Patton and Zac Efron in here. All for me…”
Doing his best to be supportive, Zoo held on to her tight. Caressed Nicki’s shoulder. Anything to stay on her sweet side.
Now Nicki’s performance hit pathos. Somehow, I felt sorry for her. Sympathy even in the face of millions and nothing but pretty people surrounding her.
“Y’all should’ve just stayed!” she said in a trembling voice. The emotions erupted. Shielding her eyes, she turned away.
I took a calm step toward her. “I can’t stay Nicki. We just can’t.”
Both Nicki and Zoo confronted me. They showed their hurt physically. Their wounds within. The dark side of being a social media freakshow.
Nicki showed teardrops. Wearing her usual melodramatic make-up, she’d have resembled a crying clown. But not when she was just dressed as herself… Not when she was Onika. A lonely, young woman simultaneously vindicated and destroyed by her own fucking dream.
Concerned, I ran a hand through my swoop. Kept an appropriate distance from the distraught couple. “What’s this really about, man?” I asked, forcing my voice at a chill calm. “Nicki, maybe you should talk to someone.”
That glare flashed through Mrs. Majesty’s tears.
“You just need to get some help,” I struggled to say. “There’s nothing wrong with that-”
“Help!?” Nicki shouted. She pulled away from Zoo. All her weeping eyes on me. “I don’t need any help, Rhonnie! I need people to fucking care!”
A worried Zoo reached toward her. “Babe.” This was the side of Kenneth I’d never seen. Unlike Nicki, he was no performer or actor. Just a caring husband to one of the most complex personalities in Hollyweird.
Nicki held him back. Instead, her attention stayed on me. The stare sharpened. Her defensiveness a weak disguise for those insecurities galore. “That’s all I want, Rhonnie! I love my fans, the real fans!”
“I know,” I said. “I wasn’t trying to-”
“But that’s not what people want!” Nicki cried. The floodgate of tears burst. Here was a woman on the verge of a brutal breakdown. A sad glimpse behind the bravado. Nicki the beautiful diva facing fate and alienation. “They want the big titty bitch! That’s it!” She pointed toward that ‘perfect’ figure. “They don’t care about me! The lyrics or the drive! It’s this! I just want someone to look past that! Someone like you! Lile Ashley!” She snatched Kenneth’s hand in a loving grip. “And Zoo… Y’all need to stay with me for more! For the music!”
Zoo and I made quick eye contact. I imagine we didn’t have much in common other than worrying over Nicki’s mental state… but that was bond enough.
Like a Shakespearean monologue, Nicki continued spilling her guts. The raw emotion on display. Whatever warts and all could be on those perfect physical features. “It’s why I do this!” She waved toward her body. “The surgeries, the make-up! I can’t get anyone to just listen!”
“But Nicki, there’s plenty of us,” I said. “Hell, I like the music!”
“It’s just sex, Rhonnie! Like I told you!” Nicki stared right at me. “That’s all they care about at the end of the day.” She waved toward the laptops. Nicki’s movements so fast and frenetic, her boobs could’ve caused an earthquake. Just as much as her morose expression would elicit heartbreak. “It’s why I don’t give a fuck about those sluts and shrimp-dicked idiots just getting off to me! They can’t understand me like you! Like all the people I bring here can!”
“There’s more of us though, Nicki. I swear! We don’t have to stay here to support you, man. We’re everywhere!”
“I just want them to like me for the music! The talent! Not the sex, not the bullshit!” Lost in her sorrow, Nicki turned away. Wiped off those countless tears. “I can’t do anything as a female rapper… I can’t be a Pac or Ye. I have to be the hot bitch… You don’t understand, Rhonnie. I never wanted it like this!”
Zoo grabbed her shoulder. “Yo, babe-”
Possessed by passion, Nicki swatted his hand away. She screamed aloud. Into the air. Into her own crazed soul. Exorcist Nicki her latest personality. Then those maniacal sights settled in on me. “I don’t need help, Rhonnie! I need supporters! People who like me for who I am! For who I fucking * really* am! I need them with me twenty-four seven, Rhonnie!”
Fighting my own tears, I stepped toward her. “And I do. Ashley and I both-”
“Then stay!”
Nicki’s anguish made me stop. All while it ate me alive. Maybe I knew Nicki more than most. But here I was wanting her to be okay... Here I was desperate to reassure the Queen of hip-hop.
“Stay here forever!” Nicki yelled.
I shook my head. “I can’t, Nicki. I can’t.”
With weary defeat, Nicki shook her head. Each and every tear nothing but bullets piercing into my naked flesh.
Zoo ran a hand along her arm. “Nicki. Hey-”
Nicki stormed out. Off stage and away from her erotic island. She never said goodbye. Never gave me that bright smile. For someone with her talent and dictionary, she didn’t say shit.
Feeling guilty, I watched Nicki adjust her pants. Adjust the stain sticking to her skin… And then she was gone. A gorgeous witch disappearing into the night.
The catchy Nicki tunes still played. Not to mention the enthusiastic voices still blasting off those feeds. But Kenneth and I may as well have stood in silence. So thick the tension was.
He finally looked at me. His stare was smoldering, intense. “Get the fuck out.”
Put on the spot, I glanced around the room. At the sex videos. Then at my own naked body. With a nervous smile, I confronted Zoo. Shrugged my shoulders. “Can I at least put my boxers on?”
I got to put on the nice clothes Nicki stripped from me. Got my bag, got an Uber for LAX, and got the fuck out of there. All on Nicki’s tab, thankfully.
Now I sat alone at the airport. Waiting on a two A.M. flight… All alone in my corner. No one was around me this late. The cold isolation here like a cavern. Not even the Christmas wreaths and trees could soothe me.
Holding my phone, I tried to pass the time. Tried to keep my mind off the bizarre Nicki encounter. I just had to put on Bruce. Now blasting “No Surrender” through my earbuds and into my rattled mind. Scared that playing any Nicki would be a siren call luring my ass back to her place… Her world.
That being said, the long wait left me in reflection. Nicki wasn’t wrong on any count. To quote one of her more obnoxious tracks, we were all just beez in the trap. Caught up in her lore, her talent. And yes, the insane beauty. But what unsettled me most was how she related it to me. You see, Nicki spelled out her personal dilemma. Fuck it, she even related the twisted reality to me. And Nicki was right all along. Regardless of how much she liked creeping on my Reddit porn accounts, she had a point. I had more fans piling in there for a pic I took in seconds rather than a story I poured my heart and soul into. A situation no different than Nicki’s more serious jams getting shunned in favor of twerking and brainless exploitation. Sex sells, man. No matter her personality, Nicki wasn’t wrong about that. Call it my What Price, Hollywood? moment… All courtesy of Onika Maraj.
And through the thoughts, my phone kept buzzing. Now here came call number three from Nicki. I chose to ignore it. I couldn’t face her this soon. Not after the unsettling encounters and her unsettling set-up. After the harrowing breakdown, I couldn’t answer her. I wouldn’t answer that call, I plead to my nervous self in an internal intervention.
And all the while, I texted Ashley. Told her how much I loved her. How I couldn’t wait to see her. Our bond rekindled to first-month glories until she sent me a new text: You should’ve stayed!
I looked on at the message, uneasy.
Then came Ash’s quick follow-up: Go back and I’ll come! :)
The fear returned. Nicki had been hypnotizing me. And apparently, she’d long had Ash under control. “What…” I said.
Overtaking my screen was another incessant call: Nicki. Who knew how drunk or high she was? Much less lonely.
Don’t answer, I reminded myself. Don’t give in.
Forcing myself, I silenced the call. Then sat there in awkward silence. In a quiet dread I couldn’t identify. Or control.
Just when I needed it, Bruce left me. My rallying cry of “No Surrender” gone. My whole Goddamn support system.
I texted Ashley back: Are you sure? I think we should wait, boo…
Her reply appeared immediately: YES! GO THERE NOW, STU-STU!
I stared on at her message. Her demand. Her eager euphoria. Here I was caught between arousal and disappointment. And at the end of the day I had no say in this weird, wild mess. Ash did.
Seconds later came a new text message. Not from Ashley but Nicki: Come back over, Rhonnie
The next SMS bullet hit me: I miss y’all already ;)
Another one appeared: Again
“Shit…” I said to myself. I got ready to ignore the message. This was Rhonnie’s last stand against the impulses. The thirst.
Until my phone pulsated to life. The call so ferocious I almost missed Nicki’s next text: I talked to Ashley!!! <3 :p
And that was when I laid eyes on the caller ID: on my girlfriend’s number. The death sentence to my attempt at defiance. As always.
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Woke up Saturday morning with the resolve to do acid and go out in public, something i normally Hate doing, i am no good in crowds. I put on my big boy pants, took a quick run at the shops so i'd have supplies for my return, ate two tabs of unknown quality or strength and caught the bus into Sydney. Listened to The Presidents of the USA for the ride in.
[1st hour] Striding from the bus stop to the art gallery through Martin Place feeling like a twelve inch dick and grinning like a crazy person, my head in a real wavy kind of space. i've only really ever tripped out in the bush, at the beach or at home so seeing all the great architecture and the patterns of a city was very cool, every 150 meters there are collections of planter boxs with a patchwork of coloured flowers. Short cut through the hospital. Pandemic? who gives a fuck! There are people eating at the hospital cafe, i find their disregard astounding and accidentally laugh out loud, i get self conscious and leave quickly before someone tries to put me back on the ward.
The Domain is beautiful and i contemplate my place in time as i walk in the shade of giant Morten Bay Fig trees. The gallery awaits, a great sandstone temple on a hill flanked by bronze horsemen.I feel a hiccup of fear, i know inside the shaded entrance there is a man that will judge my worthiness for admittance, at his word my quest could come to a humiliating end and a shameful bus ride home, i am composed, i am steel, i stride right up to the security guard and ask him where the Japanese exhibition is, he points to the very obvious counter with the many hanging banners and line of people, i thank him and walk on victorious. Next i am expected to stand in line for 20 minutes and not fidget or giggle, i am sweating bullets but i have prepared for this, i pull out the small electric fan i bought specially for this expedition, it's shaped like a small grey penguin, i question the wisdom of this choice.
[2nd hour] The ordeal with the line is done with, and i descend towards my target. Japan Supernatural an exhibition of Japanese myths, ghosts and demons. the hallway darkens and paper lanterns light the ceiling, shadow puppet demons fade in and out along the black walls, i pass an alcove that looks like it's the elevators, i pass the gift shop, i pass the toilets, the atmospheric hallway has turned into a noisy cafe.... i have missed the entrance, i turn around and go back the way i came, stopping to wash my face and get my shit together. Onward! The deceitful elevator alcove is now the obvious entrance, i show my ticket and shuffle in. We are packed into the first chamber like tourists waiting for a roller coaster, i hate this, it feels cheap, it takes me five minutes of this shuffling cattle like existence to remember i have free will and freedom of movement, FUCK YOUR LINE, I'LL COME BACK LATER WHEN YOUR ALL DEAD BWAHAHAHA, i leave the herd gathered around the 10ft illustrated scroll and go look at some masks, the second room has another great scroll and less people HOORAH! It's called The night parade of 100 demons, the ink work and the sense of movement is fantastic, i stare at the multitude of weird creatures and their shapes are warping, the visuals are properly starting, a good thing too because in the next room is a mural 50 -60ft long and 10-13ft high done in a riotous graffiti style it's Takashi Murakamis: In The Land of the Dead Stepping on the Rainbows Tail.
I take in the spectacle of the gnarled twisted figures caught in the mass of bold colour until it feels like i've been standing still in the open for too long and it might seem suspicious,"what would the neighbors think if they found out!" i move on to the smaller alcoves and older works so as not to cause a Hurumph. I will take my time here, i will not be rushed off again, this is my house motherfuckers and the things in my house are old and beautiful and worthy of more than just a moments casual consideration, settle, i absorb myself in stories of bird people and river spirits, hellish courtesans contemplating the fleeting nature of youth and beauty, of sly fox women and no bullshit taking samurai. Kusunoki Tamonmaru is vanquishing the old badger with a lantern, chasing him back into the black back ground that at first seemed to be flat dead space but after a proper look reveals a gaggle of hidden demons in subtle dark grey outline. The styles are mostly cartoonish and expressive but there's a sense of rigid dignity to them, a practiced and masterful hand made these things. The spots are appearing on surfaces with little concentration, i don't know how long i've been here for, i sit in front of the rainbows tail again, trapped in the exploding point. the birth of a new universe, each extending line singing, long and deep, ancient vibrations with crystal clarity.
I used to do this all the time. I used to love art. i realize it's been over a decade since i've been in an art gallery and i'm more than a little ashamed with myself, what the fuck have i been doing for the last ten years that was better than this!! i make a mental note to find more acid and visit more galleries, i pull out my phone to make an actual note just in case my memory is fucky. I feel like a monkey with a hammer trying to operate this giant clunky dirty thing, oh god why is my phone so dirty, how'd i never notice that before, man am i sweaty, wheres my penguin? the penguins blades have bent in my pocket and make an obscenely loud thwipping sound in the relative quiet of the gallery, like a chainsaw in the forest, casual as fuck i'm moving on, oh good a dark room to hide in. A repeating movie is playing along the wall, eyes drip dark liquid from their pupil, long dark hair twists like a mobius strip, a white afghan hound with a long feathery tail runs in a perfect circle on a black floor in an infinite brush stroke, i like this place, it's cool and quite and serene but i've seen this movie about four times now, time to mossey. Outside there are staged photos, grim stuff and really well done, there's one of a young girl on the floor cradling a monstrous looking head, trying to shovel food into its mouth, i wonder if this is what teenage mothers feel like during pregnancy. Enough grimness, go back towards the colour.
AhHa! I've found the control room, the core, the beating heart of this thing, it's more Murakami. A mural of a giant white cat officiating a samurai battle is guarded on either side by two 13ft tall yokai weilding clubs,i look up at them and think this is how prey feels, these are the coolest things i've seen in ages, character radiates off these giant resin statues like a cartoon come to life, i pay my respects for fear of my squishy little self and move on to a room that feels like a prison from a movie. It's octagonal and somber with plate glass on each edge, behind each pane is a very old picture, all female it seems, it feels dangerous, a creeping sort of dread, ahh i get it, these are the kind of pictures that steal souls, forewarned is forearmed! I Fear Nothing! and yet
It draws me from the entryway and across the room as surely as gravity, in the other cells are the usual Ring and Grudge type girls with their hollow eyes and black streaky hair but whats got me is something in another league. Tsukioka Yoshitoshis: Ghost, a woman floating side on slightly hunched but noble looking, all in immaculate grey scale except for her eyes which are a serene blue and both stairing right fuckin at me! i get a chill up my back that i'm not sure is from the acid, i break off my gaze and focus on the detail of the fabric which looks textured and rough it's a marvel of technique, it looks like it has substance to it, depth of form and weight,like the picture isn't flat but embossed, it's not something that a photo can really reproduce, this is why you should see art in the flesh ,eventually i drift back to her face and those eyes and What The Fuck is going on with that mouth, she's grinning without emotion but is she also baring her teeth, is she licking her lips, are those even lips or are they caterpillars, my eyes are refusing to focus so i can make out the detail properly, i'm real close to the glass now, forewarned idiot, Hoookay time to nope the fuck out and say goodbye to ghost lady who i've definitely not been thinking about constantly in the weeks since the trip.
Final room and it's mostly modern ghost girl stuff and crowded, i wish i could've seen more of this room but the herd is pushing in again, it's hot, it's noisy with chatter, the snippets of it that come through make me think unkind things, time to go find some chill. Exit through the gift shop, just a quick stop for the art book so i know the things i've seen are real, just a quick stop.....quick....stop...FUCKING LINES!!! Take My Money Annoyed Looking Cashier Girl And Let Us Be Done With Each Other! Find some chill, the one thing i'll say about tourists is they tend to stay on the beaten path, the exhibition right next door is practically empty, it's theme is " In One Drop of Water" after the crush of the gift shop this space feels like a giant pool. Some bored kids play noisily infuriating the impotent security guard, a few couples stand close and whisper to each other, i plop down on a bench like a pile of wet clay and breath this place in, it's all very lovely and calm, it all has to do with water, my natural element, this is a good place. i sit and listen to abalone divers sing a traditional song in a language i don't recognize but i listen to the chorus of female voices for a long time, i'm not sure if the song is on an uninterrupted loop or if it's just really long, doesn't matter, it's beautiful. The penguin has returned and we go to look at more pretty things, there's a green ceramic bust of a man meditating covered in lily pads, like he was in the pond for so long they grew around him, yeah this guy gets it. A epic hanging tapestry shows a sea dragon fucking up some ships, i wish i'd kept in practice with my drawing. Something to remember for later.
The cafe is quieter now , hmm should i eat? why, are you hungry or is it just the correct designated eating time? ... i dunno. Then the answer is obvious. Fuck that noise? Fuck that noise. To The Esca-la-tor!! People die on escalators, not like A Lot but it happens, i bet none of them ever thought they'd be the ones to become that statistic, i bet it's cos their shoes got stuck, what kind of shoes am i wearing again? then again maybe they lost balance and fell because they were staring at their shoes, hand rail.
Giant black and white photos of....stuff, what stuff? can't say, there's a chaotic pattern in it and the visuals are reeeal fuckin bendy now but what the fuck it is......... oh, it's random stuff behind wet glass, the pattern is water droplets, hehe neat, Beeennddddy. goon. Ooo more rooms, More black and white, everything here is to do with shadows, Some of it's a bit too brain thinky for me right now, but the shadows cast interesting patterns across the walls and the visuals are cool as hell, it's like being in the negative zone, i do find one thing i think's a bit profound, a thing in a tiny frame it says something to the effect of
"Secure first the shadow lest you lose the light"
daaaamn, is that deep? i dunno, what's the blurb say? it says... that this was the slogan of an old camera film company, the thing in the frame is packaging. so it's advertising? yup. kinda takes some of the shine off it don't it. yup. maybe that's the point of it being here. what's the point? dunno, to ask the question? hmmm make a note of it and mull it over later, urrgggh dirty pocket brick comes out again. Lets go see some colour. Yesssss! Had this in the back of my mind all day. More death stairs into the bowels of the gallery! To the Indigenous art section.
If your not familiar with it Australian Aboriginal art is great for tripping, It's a lot of earthy contrasting colours, whites, browns, red ochres, blacks. Done in a dot pattern style that often repeats but has a wandering improvised very natural vibe, it feels like life seen under a microscope or if you had xray eyes and could zoom in on muscle tendons and cells while they're still at work in the body.If you've ever seen video of blood moving through arteries you get what i mean. I'm giddy watching the patterns churn and the dots climb the walls. i'm sitting 10ft from a security guard stareing at one piece for what feels like too long, i don't give a shit if i look suspicious this is too fuckin cool.
Ascension, and a quick look at this years top student works. Holy shit when did teenagers get talented?! There's some damn cool stuff here, there's also families so mind ya P's & Q's . there's a huge black web of what i think is extruded plastic like from a 3d printer pen, it's ruffled like a shower curtain so the picture in the pattern is unclear and shifts depending on where you stand, there's clearly an eye (move left) ..on a face (forward) ...of an old woman (diagonal right, mind the kids) ... and she's... giving me the finger?! What The Hell Man!!! There's some cool Kintsugi teapots that are growing little ceramic flowers from the repaired cracks, there's a bunch of other stuff i'd like to study more closely but i feel time slipping and the families are makin me nervous, besides there's the final wing to get to yet.
These are the guys they call Masters. i've seen a lot today, cool stuff, interesting stuff, thought provoking and soul nourishing, but this, feels, holy, like things out of legend. There's a vibration shift when you enter this place, there's a trepidation to start with, like a mouse before the mighty, but it quickly passes and you get it, you are welcome here, this is the house of a friend and while there are certain rules you are expected to abide by you are welcome at the hearth to share wine and bread. This is the oldest wing of the gallery, part of the original building before it began it's expansion down the hill side, the ceilings are high and decorated with patterned cornices, columned archways divide the sections of the wing, the floor boards are old and creak as if to reprimand you for hurrying through too quickly and not giving these works their due. It's not all to my taste but even the things i think are less striking radiate with a powerful energy, i'm absorbed in the slaughter of old soldiers putting up an obviously futile defense trapped in their killing box inside a burning village, it's all rendered in beautiful detail and a masterwork but it's in a massive gaudy golden frame that adds another 2ft on each side to it's already large size and it makes the dimensions of the picture as a whole object look like a thing that belongs on the mantle or night stand of some giant grandma and i wonder if this was an intentional choice by the artist, to make it seem trivial or mundane, commenting on how we treat those that suffer for us, like the sacrifice of the men in the picture is just something you can chuck on some empty space in your house and reminisce about if it happens to catch your eye.
Moving on to a flawless white marble statue of a man fighting a serpent, it's perfectly unnatural and a wonder. Nature for all its beauty can't do this, only mankind can. it's a thing too fragile and purposeful to exists anywhere but here. A colossal canvas of a gilded queen in some ancient court, the sheer scope of it, the detail is astounding, how do you even start something like this, i could've spent the whole day just in front of this one picture and still feel like i hadn't seen all it has to offer. My heart is breaking for 3 angelic children in a roman slave market when i sense the security guard approaching. Nooo can't be, i was so careful. The Gallery is closeing, please make your way towards the exit. !... really? oh wow it's 5:30, i've been here for almost 7 hours. we are being patiently herded out. I feel pangs of disappointment as we're move too fast through unexplored rooms. Spoilt, consider all you saw today.That's true we saw some cool stuff. And the Gallery is going nowhere. There will be other days. I emerge happily into the warm afternoon sun, the Gallery might be closeing but there's still a lot of day left. i recline on the sandstone steps leaning against a column and watch the clouds twist and boil in the blue afternoon sky above the needle points of the skyscrapers, i remember my green friend in the pond with the lilys, Serenity, that's what this feeling is, no demands, no obligations, a perfect moment.
[Hour 8?9?] Practicality politely intrudes, we are still a long way from home and i have no desire to be here after dark. Orders are given, the engines fire, the music swells and the ancient automaton rumbles back to life. eons of rust flaking off it's joints as it rises from it's slumber and plods a course back across the park. I come to the edge where the buildings begin. Huh, an interesting idea pops into my head, back the way we came in? to sit at a dirty cold bus stop with depressed people in suits ....or?
Air - Moon Safari comes on in my ears as i head down the hill towards the harbour and the ferry wharf, a tense walk past a line of cop cars and a somewhat awkward interaction with a ticket girl i'm privileged to be witness to a breathtaking sight. Sydney Harbor from the water bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. if you ever happen to visit my city i can not recommend enough that you do this, take the ferry from Manly or Circular Quay and see why this is known as one of the worlds most beautiful harbors. The lush Botanical Gardens along the foreshore, the armada of yachts crowding every cove, the city skyline backlit by the sun, the great shells of The Opera House, the towering Harbor Bridge, the majesty of human creation on display. In the quay today a towering cruise liner sits docked, bigger than an apartment block, a marvel of engineering, every line and detail considered and pained over from it's proud wave conquering bow along it's mighty super structure to the giant yellow jumping castle on its stern.... I break down laughing, it is not subtle, people are looking, i just lean back in my seat and grin, it's like god flicked my ear, don't take shit so serious bruv just enjoy.
I'm on the outside of the ferry in the seats faceing the ocean, there's a fair bit of water traffic, fishing boats and party barges, million dollar yachts and putt putts that look like they run on kerosene. On the far shore are suburbs i've never visited and couldn't name but i'm told that's where the rich people live, they've got a nice view, but right now mine is better, it's like the whole hillside is covered in molten gold with thousands of gems reflecting the light. The word of the day is "Sonder" i'm pretty sure it's a made up word but it's a perfect fit right now, a thousand golden houses, a hundred thousand bejeweled windows, and in each of them a person living a charmed life full of love and strife and pets and mortgages and afternoon BBQs and too much champagne and harsh words and forgiveness and soccer practice and secret affairs , it all seems so wonderful and mundane, the whirring gears of humanity, the vista seems limitless and their actions numerous but so finite and then the suburbs begin to fail replaced by desperate mansions scattered like the last bastions of civilization on the edge of the crumbling earth and all at once they're gone and all that's left is the great void of the open ocean.
We're passing the heads that lead out of the harbour, the swell has picked up and the ferry turns at a diagonal to better ride the peaks and troughs and for the first time i consider seriously the warning signs posted all around me, Caution slippery surface, Warning you may get wet, Dangerous in rough weather, a little black stick figure is plummeting over a rail to a grissley fate, but i'd be ok i was swimming before i could walk, Are You Fuckin Kiddin Man! it's a kilometer and a 1/2 to shore and you get winded walkin a flight of Fuckin steps Don't even THINK about going in that water You Will Fuckin Die! i cautiously peek down over the side, a dark green endless ancient and uncaring thing stares back at me, a thing filled with sharks and Krakens and a billion souls of dead mariners. Way out near the headland a motor boat is towing 4 small sailing boats on a line, they're so small they could only be meant for children, what the hell kind of reckless bastards are sailors, who the hell would be out here by choice, ...... , oh right, Amor Fati. The ferry dips and rises but doesn't crash and go down with all hands, the northern headland and it's great stratified cliffs are a comfort, everything we are is a blip in the great flow of time, your death will be unremarkable regardless of where it happens, so be cool ok. oooo more pretty houses.
[Hour: who cares i'm tired and want to go lie down] Manly Wharf, busy with the beginnings of night life and the stragglers of the day, families, drunks, tourists, blow-ins, party people,suits, tradies, all of em in my goddamn way, Dip, Dodge, Duck, Dive ,Nope bad idea, stick to Dodge, and finally a bus. It's full of drunk teenagers, they are abrasive, like a cheese grater, all hair and teeth. Weird i don't remember when the music stopped, Daft Punk- RAM to block out the noise and Sudduko so i don't have to make eye contact, Home driver, there is animated movies and garlic bread waiting for me.
Murakami
Ghost
More Japanese stuff
Aboriginal, Student and classic
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2020.03.20 07:27 rhonnie14 Strip club hidden camera sex

Part 2
I woke up groggy the next morning. To my relief, the door was closed and I was alone. Comfortable. Far from Nicki’s aggression. Far from this madness in general.
I slid on my Buddy Holly glasses. At peace with the solitude around me… until I saw a letter lying on the dresser. The elaborate scribbled scrawl told me all I needed to know: Nicki had snuck in here during the night. Groaning, I grabbed the letter.
There was the schedule literally spelled out for me: gym, shower, interview. Even a curated wardrobe was included.
I put on the tight gym shorts. The red sleeveless shirt. Upon opening the bedroom door, Bobby Helms’s “Jingle Bell Rock” bombarded me. Not to mention this mansion’s blizzard… I couldn’t help but think how some people would find the holiday playlist a welcome reprieve from the Nickimania usually blasting. But not me. I missed the pop music in the face of this seasonal shit.
Then I hit the gym. The treadmill, the crunches. My meager weightlifting. All under those cameras’ red eyes. Not to mention the bizarre wax figure standing in the corner. The one watching me this whole time: a life-size Roman waxwork. Complete with the blonde wig, messy black dress… that deranged scowl.
Out of breath, I faced my reflection. The giant mirror painted me in a flattering but realistic light. Nicki and Ashley had taken care of me, after all. I looked better than ever. Maybe not the Great Value Zac Efron Nicki was hyping me up to be, but hey, what can I say? Even I was impressed my own appearance.
Turning, I confronted the wax Roman. Her fake eyes met mine. Somehow, I was sure she’d moved ever so slightly. Just enough to turn that female gaze toward me.
I then headed for the shower. The warm water soothed me from this Christmas cold. Now I could really get lost in horror thoughts. In my storyteller wilderness.
Relaxed, I stepped back. Looked toward the metal soap holder… then my unease returned. Intensified.
I saw a red light hidden behind the soap bar. One blocked by a narrow glass case. Maybe I was too tired to notice it last night. More than likely too drunk… but apparently, Nicki had eyes on me the whole time.
Butt I felt aroused amidst the disgust. I couldn’t stop the erection… even when it stemmed from fantasies violating my privacy. But still, where was my dignity? Apparently not enough of it to stop me from modeling in that shower.
In the hallway, the cold hit me hard. Especially when all I had on was the boxers. Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” serenaded my chills. Those voices then returned… I looked toward the last door.
The muffled voices came from there. The fateful room’s light still on. I walked up to the door. Grabbed the handle.
“I told you not to go in there!” came that frenetic scream.
Nicki’s hand grabbed mine. I looked into her fiery eyes. She had on the librarian’s glasses. The red blouse. Her hair pulled back in an unassuming ponytail. Her claws replaced by groomed fingernails. “What the fuck, Rhonnie!”
Under the glare, I crumbled. “I was just curious…”
“Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat, bitch!” Nicki tossed my hand back to me.
“Well, what happened?” I asked. Still hearing the voices, I waved toward the room. “What’s that noise?”
Behind a cold gaze, Nicki grabbed my wrist in a death grip. “None of your business. Not now!”
I said nothing. Too scared to respond….
“Now get your ass in that bedroom!” Nicki continued. She motioned toward my room. Savoring her power… “Get dressed!”
“My bad…” I responded. But I still listened to her. I walked into my bedroom. Saw my sweater and red khakis laid out for me.
Bing Crosby’s voice echoed everywhere as I snagged the red trousers. Got ready to put them on.
“And what’d I tell you about going to that room!” Nicki’s voice reprimanded me.
Startled, I looked toward the open doorway. Right to the one-and-only Nicki Minaj watching me get dressed.
“I’m sorry!” I said with a laugh.
“Mmm-hmm,” Nicki replied. She leaned against the doorway. Not going anywhere… and neither was that excited gaze of hers. The one that never left my body. “You best start listening to me, Rhonnie.”
Struggling under her hungry eyes, I slid on the pants. “I will!”
I felt her eyes on me the entire time. Nicki never once left this show….
We later got together in the home studio. Both of us in our swivel chairs and with a glass of wine...
The ideas came fast and furious. Some good, some great.
“What about like a sex cult?” Nicki suggested.
“A sex cult?” I joked.
Behind the glasses, Nicki sat up straight. "Is that too realistic?”
I chuckled. “With you, man, anything is possible.”
“We just need to give them something crazy!” Nicki went on. She straightened her blouse. “Like whether it’s a cult or anything crazy I did. Like the pegging, anything hot like that!”
“Awesome. I agree.”
“I’ll be your muse for all things sexy and…” Nicki hunched her shoulders. Angled her head for a murderer’s photo shoot. That killer gaze fixated on me. “Scary."
Uncomfortable, I glanced down at my notebook. “Yeah, there’s so much potential.”
“Oh, definitely.”
I worked up the nerve to face her. Then ask a question that’d been bothering me: “So what was up with the garage?”
Nicki gave me a weird look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean all the weird shit in there? The cars, lockers-”
Nicki scoffed. “Bitch, please…”
“Naw, I’m curious.”
With an indifferent flourish, Nicki waved me off. “Your nosyass shouldn’t worry!”
Like a reporter, I leaned in closer. “So why all the cameras then? The guards?”
Nicki stared at me, her eyes eviscerating my soul. “I done told you, Rhonnie.” She moved in toward my face, holding me captive with that stare. “I value my privacy.”
“So why keep that shit then?"
Chuckling, Nicki leaned back in her seat. “Don’t be so worried, Rhonnie…”
“What?”
Nicki looked right at me. Her inner strength obvious. "I’m a tough girl, Rhonnie! You know that.”
Our brainstorming session ended soon after. To be honest, I had enough macabre material minus the Queen’s input. Even if the session proved entertaining.
That afternoon, I entered the kitchen. And there was Nicki seated on a bar stool. Glued to her phone. The Killers’ “Don’t Shoot Me Santa” the latest on the dancefloor's playlist.
“Hey, boo,” Nicki said to me.
“Hey,” I replied as I grabbed a Dos Equis. “I was just about to start writing. ” I opened the longneck. Still basking in the wine buzz… then I heard more moans and groans. Pleasurable exhalations hitting euphoria…
I looked toward the hallway. Drowning out the Christmas music, Club Staff’s sex sounded closer. Somehow more familiar. I stepped toward Nicki. “Yo, what are you watching?”
Nicki didn’t even try hiding the footage. The HD video of me, her, Ashley, and Kellan engaging in a most wild intimacy. Our own filmed sex tape… For whatever reason, I was on the bottom.
“Whoa, what the fuck!” I yelled.
Cackling, Nicki lowered her phone. “What? I can’t relive the past, bitch?”
“I mean you kept that on your phone?”
Nicki shrugged. “Duh. It’s hot…”
I couldn’t argue. “It’s fun and all, but-"
Nicki stood up and held her phone toward me. Giving me a front row view to a clip of her and Ashley dicking me down with those huge dildos. “If I wanna take a break, Rhonnie, I can. I'm not addicted, bitch.” She then got in my face. A delayed flourish of a finish. I could already smell the wine in her breath. “And I’m the one paying you. Remember?”
I gave her a weak smirk. “Okay…”
“That’s right, boo.”
I waved toward her, annoyed. "So when can I get my phone?”
That wacky Nicki grin appeared. She marched toward the hallway. Her erotica conquering the Christmas music. “Oh, you know the rules, Rhonnie.”
“Well, what about Zoo? When the Hell’s he coming over?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Nicki started. She stopped and faced me. Her smile still on display. “He’s coming.”
“Yeah but when-”
A chaotic vibration interrupted us. Nicki glanced at her pulsating phone.
“Shit, I gotta get this!” she said. She grinned at me. “Don’t go anywhere!”
Left alone, I looked over at the kitchen bar. At all those drinks.
Swept away by The Killers’ Christmas song, I staggered up to the pink wine bottles. Grabbed the biggest one.
Buried beneath the booze were torn scratch sheets of paper. A rainbow catalog veering between construction paper and sticky notes. The font matched the pattern: notes scrolled in everything from pen, marker, to even crayon.
I placed the wine on the counter. Picked up a cluster of messages.
Judging by the writing, no way these were the musings of one person. The handwriting was different on each and every message. The emotions different: Greatest xperience eva! I ain’t ever leaving!! I <3 Nicki Minaj Nickis bitch
Battling the unease, I took another swig. But still couldn’t shake the increasing chills.
Then one pink note in particular caught my eye. Brought about waves of anxiety… and sweet nostalgia. I recognized Ashley’s scrawl immediately. Her excellent grammar: Ashley And Rhonnie Forever! We love you, Nicki!
I put the beer down. Picked up my love’s note. Felt adrenaline rush through me. Heard Ashley’s beaming voice as I read it once more… Fuck, I missed her.
Grinning, I slid the letter into my pocket. A cherished memento from our stay at Nicki’s resort… My eyes then went back to this hidden collection. To the white sheet of paper lying under Ash’s message…
In an instant, my romantic remembrance vanished. All of it conquered by fear.
HELP ME read the scribbled touch of a pencil’s panic. The big, bold letters screamed those words. Underlined for emphasis. The message too terrifying not to be genuine…
I grabbed the piece of paper. Got a closer inspection at the all-too-real horror. The reality that everything wasn’t Utopia. Not for everyone, at least...
I downed the Dos Equis. But my buzz didn’t soothe the restless tension.
My eyes scanned the other notes. This scared detective confirming his instincts: there were just too many subtle differences. Too many eccentricities for Nicki and her personalities to have written all these. Especially now that I had Ashley’s note for evidence.
From the dancefloor, The Killers faded out. And in the brief silence came the many voices. Those muffled shouts and cries…
I turned toward the hallway. The sounds obviously coming from Club Staff. The Forbidden Room. Nicki’s wax museum. Her lair of wild dreams and nightmares.
Still clinging to the eerie note, I sensed my opportunity. Somehow gathering courage amidst the anxiety, I rushed into the dark hallway. Saw the only light here coming from beneath that final door.
The coast was clear. No one was around... Just me and whomever lurked inside that room. And as I got closer, the voices grew louder. More excited.
For once, the fear chilled me more than Nicki’s arctic A/C. But I still kept going. Reached out toward the knob.
The sudden struts of a guitar made me jump. So did Elvis Presley’s crooning… Startled, I looked down the hall. Glaring on at “Blue Christmas” now playing on the dancefloor.
Recovering from the scare, I turned my attention toward the door. Reached out once more.
“Rhonnie, what is you doing!” rang Nicki’s siren cry through the darkness. The Queen’s voice all power and attitude. Just like her firm grip snatching my arm.
Scared again, I whirled around. “Shit!”
Nicki’s smirk greeted me. As did her latest costume change: a black Strokes tee and skintight white pants. With no make-up and a shorter red wig, Onika Maraj looked dressed for an underground rock show. How she changed so fast, how she appeared so quick behind me still remains a mystery to this day. Not to mention where the fuck did she keep getting all these wigs and where did she keep them? But in that surreall moment, I was just glad she wasn’t wearing that fucking strap...
Nicki waved at her shirt with excitement to spare. “You like it? You’re a Strokes fan, right?”
The letter in my hand grabbed my gaze. “Yeah…” I held the message toward Nicki. “What the Hell is this!”
Caught off guard, Nicki’s grin disappeared. Her suspicion set in.
“I found this in the kitchen,” I said.
In a fierce instant, Nicki snatched the sheet. Read the note.
“I just wanna know who wrote it,” I continued.
Feigning indifference, Nicki tossed it to the ground. “It’s nothing, I wrote that shit.”
For once, her performance lacked emotion. Gone was the confidence.. her biggest strength.
I flashed a nervous smile. “No, you didn’t! There’s no fucking way!”
Nicki placed a hand to her temple. Avoiding eye contact. At war with her own invasive thoughts.
“I found the note Ashley left too,” I said. “I found all of them! I mean why’d someone write ‘help me,’ Nicki! Goddamn!”
Nicki stayed silent. There was no word. No explanation.
I leaned toward her. “That’s fucking crazy! I mean just-”
Staying strong in the face of my fake toughness, Nicki looked right at me. “Chill, Rhonnie.”
“But I wanna know-”
“Do you think anyone would ever wanna leave here?” Like a dismissive diva, she pushed me back. “Seriously, Rhonnie?”
Scoffing, I pointed toward the note. “Well, someone did apparently!”
“Just think about you and Ashley!” Nicki then flashed that taunting smile. “Y’all’s asses know you didn’t wanna leave!”
I hesitated in the cold. Let “Blue Christmas” continue through the hallway. The mansion. And deep down, I knew I had no response. Nicki was right.
Sensing my weakness, Nicki took an aggressive step toward me. Her pretty face matching mine. “You know I’m right, don’t you,” she cooed. In a slow lunge, Nicki ran her hands along my chest. Leaned in toward my ear for a sensual purrr….
The memories hit me hard. Flashbacks to the ferocious sex. Me, Ash, Nicki, Kellan. Our weeks of fun. Our thrist constantly quenched in this erotic paradise.
“You and Ashley still wanna come back,” Nicki teased in a gentle tone. She squeezed my ass. And got closer to my lips. “Y’all still miss me…”
I smelt the sweet wine in her breath. The booze helping us both lose control.
“We do...” I said. Now I ran my hands up and down Nicki’s majestic body. Felt along the smooth skin. The plastic… The best implants money can buy.
Our bodies collided. Swaying to the rhythm of “Blue Christmas.” Our souls stirred into a happy hysteria.
Nicki’s grin grew wider. “I missed y’all too…”
She gave me a drunken kiss. And I damn sure returned the favor. Gladly still clinging to my ass, Nicki’s other hand went down toward my crotch.
I lost control. The excitement too much.
“Rhonnie, get Ashley,” Nicki said between kisses. She draped her hands around my neck. “Stay here forevvverrrr…”
Smiling, I looked on at those brown eyes. Their mischievous glint. “I’ll think about it-”
A bombastic beat crushed Elvis’s crooning. Loud and obnoxious. A hip-hop air strike had hit Christmas.
I immediately recognized the song. And immediately cringed.
Cackling, Nicki leaned back. “Oh shit!”
I groaned. “Fuck, ‘Anaconda’? “Really?”
“Yes!”
Amidst the pop assault, Nicki pulled me in closer toward her. Another sloppy kiss accompanied this grating tune. The Queen’s hands went wild over my body. The song getting better as the make-out session continued. The intensity matching the incessant rhythm of “Anaconda.”
Nicki held me back. Her female gaze salivating me. The smile starving for more.
Grooving and shaking to the beat, I gave her a smug, seductive smirk. Pleased to have Nicki’s spotlight. “Hey,” I quipped.
Then Mrs. Majesty made her move. Lunging forward, Nicki was fast and quick. Her hands latched on to my arms.
“Whoa!” I joked.
Crying out, Nicki threw me up against the wall. Her sheer strength sent me into it hard… leaving me pinned to it.
There were some nerves. Not to mention a rising thrill. I turned and looked back at it. At Nicki.
Armed with that madcap grin, she descended upon me. Her fingers itching to grab. Her steps aligned with the song… As if she were pantomiming and acting out her own twisted music video. But that sly voice shined through. Even over the deafening soundtrack. Nicki’s excitement too high at this point...
“Oh my Gosh....” she said in a robotic melody. “Look at her butt…”
I was too drunk to move. But still enthralled… erect beyond belief. Here I was Nicki’s prisoner once more. At her manic mercy.
Smirking in silence, I let her tear off my sweater.
“Oh my Gosh, look at her butt,” Nicki kept singing. Those same lyrics repeated in a sexy mantra… Getting me all the more hot. The collision of the song and Nicki’s performance hypnotized me. I gave in to her fantasy… and my own.
Nicki pulled my pants down. Into the music, I grooved. Shook at her touch. All while she yanked off the khakis, then my tight boxers. I held my feet out, letting Nicki slide the socks off. She had me nude. Just as she wanted me.
Still singing along, Nicki pushed me further down. Bending me over… I felt those white pants fasten against my popped out ass. Felt her fasten those clamps of fingers to my hips.
Swaying to the reckless rhythm, Nicki’s passionate thrusts matched the song. One hit after the other...
“My anaconda don’t!” Nicki hollered. “My anaconda don’t!”
I closed my eyes and moaned. The sensations so amazing. Nicki didn’t even need a dildo to fuck hard. She had too much power as is.
Enjoying the show, Nicki moved my ass back-and-forth. Making me twerk on that crotch. Nicki getting the lapdance of her dreams. Not that I was complaining... Being her personal stripper was nothing new for either of us.
Continuing the concert, Nicki sang in a playful tone. Her voice so energetic and full of delight it overtook the fucking record. And only stopping for those dominant grunts. Nicki leaned in next to my ear. “This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles…”
My breathing got heavier. In awe of Nicki’s poise. Behind aroused eyes, I watched her grab a hold of my big dick. All while she kept pounding away in this delirious dry humping. Nicki a Goddamn athlete.
“Dick bigger than a tower,” the Queen continued as she tugged on my cock for emphatic emphasis. “I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s…”
Something moist hit my ass. The crashes were repetitive and heavy. Nicki got out of control. A sexbot on the verge of exploding.
I moaned once more. Until Nicki’s hand covered my mouth. But she still kept going. I moved along with her. Shaking my ass to her delight.
“Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle,” Nicki sang. “Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil…” In a wild flourish, she licked my face. A serpent’s tongue all along my smooth skin.
And the show went on. Through every lyric, every thrust. I gave in to the rap Goddess’s every move. Not to mention to her amazing stamina. Here I was sweating in the cold. Still erect. Still twerking...
At the fadeout, Nicki’s cackling hit overdrive. Her histrionics natural. She staggered back and gave my ass a passionate smack.
Exhausted, I turned and looked back at the Queen. At her triumphant smile. The colossal wet stain on the crotch of those white pants… An ocean of desire.
Another haunting rap beat started. Nicki’s “Get On Your Knees” began playing. A song reverberating through my mind. My body.
Nicki ran her hands down her pants in a sensual taunt. “Ooh, bring that ass here, baby.”
Gasping for breath, I staggered to my feet. Still naked. Still recovering from being dicked down.
“You should’ve been here all along,” Nicki continued.
I turned my attention to Club Staff. My mystery powered through… even in the post-sex bliss.
Nicki reached toward me. “Come here, baby.”
Avoiding her touch, I stumbled toward the room. Without the strap, at least my ass wasn’t in too much pain.
“Rhonnie!” I heard Nicki shout. “Don’t go in there!”
Over Nicki’s recorded harmonies and all-too-live screams, I could hear those voices. The cryptic chorus behind door number three. I snatched the knob. Glad to find it unlocked.
Behind me, I heard Nicki chase after me. “Bring that ass here!” she commanded.
I swung the door open and rushed inside. Being back in Club Staff ended my drunk disorientation. Not from reflective warmth but from the strange sight sprawling before me…
Nervous, I stopped in the middle of the room. The pink walls were still flawless. The antique jukebox still timeless. And from here I saw the secret room, its door wide open. Ashley and I’s personal suite…
The other wax figures were spread out like a staged party scene. Nicki Minaj by way of the Uncanny Valley. There was nerdy Nicki, tomboy Nicki. All aspects of the artist’s personality.
Both the pink dildo and red blouse were lying on the ground. The glasses she wore earlier. Wigs piled up in a colorful conglomeration. Club Staff now Nicki’s dressing room for all those costume changes. And also the site of her darkest desires.
But these familiar sights did little to soothe my dread. Still doused in sweat, I felt Nicki’s literal drip slide off my ass... Somehow, Nicki had shocked me once more. Scared me with the secrets of her forbidden room.
Open laptops were arranged on all those large tables. Rows and rows of them leading up to a large demigod of a flatscreen. The room featuring an electrical cult ceremony…
What they showed were live feeds. HD footage clearly taken from all these fucking cameras. In rooms I’d never seen. Areas of Nicki’s home and property I never knew existed. Many of the rooms from the sheds out back, I figured.
Strangers stayed on those screens. Attractive men and women, ranging from young adults to senior citizens. But they were all hot… All of them either stripped down or dressed in the nice fashion I knew Nicki picked out. They were her community. The Barbz she really wanted.
Most of these hottiees were engaged in sex. The mics made that much clear. There was everything: missionary, pegging, three-ways, Devil’s Threesomes, guy-on-guy. Whatever your hungry heart desired. Whatever the Hell Nicki wanted.
With several clips taking place at night, I knew the Queen had recorded everything. Not so much for security or surveillance. Just for herself.
In the videos, I recognized a few faces, the bodyguards amongst them. And of course, I recognized Kellan and his large dick. He was in a room of four, using the same playbook me, him, Ash, and Nicki perfected.
The same playbook I saw broadcast on that flatscreen. The footage showed the four of us from just a few months ago. The four of us having the sex of our lives. We must’ve really been amongst Nicki’s favs to be her star attraction…
Sure, I was disturbed. But nostalgia crept in upon seeing us on the silver screen. I gotta say I missed Kellan. Not to mention he was a long way from Trinidad… But maybe to him, the Minaj mansion was home. We did have our fun, after all.
But the romanticism died soon after seeing one laptop showing me in the lair. Showing me right now. In the nude. I now noticed several cameras dangling down from the ceiling, filming my fear.
More vivid glows emanated from the secret room. Undoubtedly there was more where this came from…
I now realized Nicki Minaj was a mirage. A sexially-explicit illusion used to draw in the thirstiest men and women. A Venus flytrap for Onika Maraj’s most depraved pleasures.
But still I needed to see more... Even over the chilling epiphany, curiosity compelled me. I charged up to the secret room. Until a certain singing stopped me.
I whirled around to face Nicki. She stood tall and defiant. Regardless of the striking stain, she didn’t look trashy. She wore that wet vagina well. After all, that crotch certainly didn’t feel like a pussy at times...
And all the while, Nicki sang along to the chorus of “Get On Your Knees.” A sly smile accompanying her flow. Her joy.
An intimate audience, I watched her the whole way through. This was Nicki The Artist and she sounded even better live. More natural. More raw.
As the track faded out, Nicki nodded toward the laptops. “You know they wanna be here, Rhonnie.” She strutted up to me.
Like looking at a much prettier Medusa, I turned to stone. Held in place by the beauty. The charisma.
“No one’s being held against their will,” Nicki continued. She stole an admiring glance at my cock before looking into my green eyes. “That’s their shit cars they left in the garage. Their shit clothes in the lockers. Their shit lives they left behind.”
“But still… it’s not right,” I struggled to say. “It’s weird.”
Soothing me, Nicki ran a hand along my arm. “They just wanted to be happy, Rhonnie. That’s all.”
I couldn’t respond. Naked and in front of Nicki, I was conflicted. Torn between the seduction and slavery.
Nicki leaned in closer. “I didn’t want you to see till you were ready.” She caressed my face. Her touch so… warm. “Till you and Ashley were here.” Her other hand clinged to my thigh.
Quiet, I ran my fingers through Nicki’s short hair. “Regret In Your Tears” next on Nicki’s always-appropriate soundtrack. This setlist always in sync with our current mood.
“I didn’t want y’all to get scared,” Nicki went on. Her hand drifted down to my ass. For another sensual squeeze. “That was all, Rhonnie.”
I pulled away from her. “Naw, I can’t…”
Forcing a cackle, Nicki grabbed my arm. Her demeanor drunk, her mannerisms driven by madness. “Rhonnie, look!” She pointed toward the station of so many screens. “I dress them well, they get to live with me!” Selling herself well, Nicki felt along her well-endowed chest. “They get to be with me, baby…” She lunged in closer, inches away from my face. “And that should’ve been you and Ashley!”
Now I yanked my arm back. “No! This isn’t right, Nicki! You’re asking us to give up everything! We’ve got fucking lives, man! I wanna write!”
Nicki’s smile stagnated. “And you can… You can write about me.” She pointed across the room. Of course, right at that huge dildo. “And spend more time with that!” She grabbed on to my shoulders. “Me, you, and Ash. Kellan. It’ll be just like old times, babe.”
“I can’t.” Struggling against that strength, I finally managed to escape her grips once more.
A glower overtook Nicki’s face. “What do you think this is then, Rhonnie!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“This house! Me, bitch!”
Never had I seen her get this pissed. Sure, maybe crazy as Hell. Maybe psychosexual but not fucking angry.
Nicki pointed at herself. ”I’m the reason they wanna come! I bring them here, I keep them happy! They make me happy! I’m their fucking queen, Rhonnie! I make them want me, you understand!” She got in my face. But I was already scared into obedience. “Just like I did to you and Ashley!” She pointed to her head. “It’s in here, Rhonnie.” Immediately, she gravitated to that body. “And all here, baby! It’s got nothing to do with Onika! Nothing to do with me, the girl from Queens! The crazy family, the tragedies. It’s the way I look, Rhonnie! The ass and titties! The sex. Fucking. Sells.”
The height difference didn’t matter. Not now. Nicki stared me down hard. From both lust and anger. The dangerous ends of both emotions. I shivered under that spare. Nicki knowing full well she had me under her spell.
“What’s going on?” a deep voice rivaling mine asked.
We both turned. And well, Nicki’s excited smile contrasted my shock.
There was the man of the hour: Zoo. He stood a few feet away from us. His naked body no longer too surreal a sight in this freaky fortress. He was a handsome guy. Much taller than us. Much more sculpted than me A pretty prisoner both in the past and now. Kenneth checked off most of Nicki’s boxes: tough, thicc, and well-hung. Somehow, him and I had both managed to stay erect. Maybe there was something in the mansion’s air. But now Zoo’s glare stayed on me. The dude likely to break me by hand or dick…
Nicki’s grin hit sitcom levels. “Hey, baby!” she gushed. Drawn to her man, she rushed over and hugged him.
But Kenneth and I’s staredown wasn’t going anywhere.
“Is that the writer guy?” he asked Nicki.
“Yeah, that’s Rhonnie!” she beamed.
They fixated their gazes on me. There we were, the three of us with our dicks hanging out. Well, with Nicki’s lying closeby.
Through the tense silence, all we heard was the Minaj playlist. And the sounds of her prisoners. Their pleasurable moans and cries a constant off those laptops. Of course, I recognized my own exhalations on that flatscreen. God knows what the Hell I was taking in that clip...
Nicki pulled Kenneth closer toward her. Her man definitely lacked her enthusiasm. “He’s the one writing about us, Zoo!” she exclaimed. “And I’m helping him out! He’s gonna make us even more famous!”
“So I’ve heard,” he replied. His hands stayed by his side. Ready for any false move from rhonnie14.
“Ain’t that right, Rhonnie!” Nicki said. Her wicked gaze settled in on me. “You’re gonna write so many crazy stories, right.”
Reaching into the recesses of my soul, I found some half-ass courage. “I’m writing the truth, Nicki,” I finally said. I waved toward the laptops. “I’m writing about all this! The people you got here, the ones you’ve got trapped! Your prisoners!”
Needless to say, Zoo wasn’t amused. His glare now more permanent than Nicki’s glowing smile. But now Nicki was no different. She had no chance at hiding the rage boiling within.
“I’m telling the truth!” I yelled.
Nicki took a ferocious step toward me.
Trying to restrain her, Zoo grabbed the Queen’s arm. “Nicki-”
But nothing could stop her. Not even Zoo’s impressive muscles. Nicki bulldozed on by. Straight for me.
Oh fuck, I thought...
Nicki put a finger to my face. “And do you think anyone’s gonna believe you, motherfucker!”
I stayed quiet. Yeah, I was a chickenshit.
“I’ll just tell them you’re some fucking creep obsessed with me!” Nicki continued. “No one will buy what the fuck some random horror writer has to say! Yo ass look like you’re sixteen anyway!”
Crumbling under her irate pressure, I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s a compliment...”
“Shut the fuck up!” Nicki yelled.
I locked eyes with Zoo. Even he was keeping his distance from her.
“Yeah, listen to Nicki!” he added.
Nicki gave me a light shove. The glare slicing into me like a knife. “So you go write your goofy fucking stories! Pimp my name to the horror crowd! They’ll wanna be with the Queen too, boo! You know that!”
“You got him, Nicki,” I heard Zoo chime in.
Giving me her patented stank face, Nicki walked back toward her husband. Leaving me in an awkward, uneasy state.
I watched Nicki drape her arm around Zoo’s waist. Her outburst now veering toward a manic melancholy. “You should’ve stayed, you and Ashley both!” Nicki said. I saw her grab on to Kenneth’s ass. “Y’all’d have been the Paula Patton and Zac Efron in here. All for me…”
Doing his best to be supportive, Zoo held on to her tight. Caressed Nicki’s shoulder. Anything to stay on her sweet side.
Now Nicki’s performance hit pathos. Somehow, I felt sorry for her. Sympathy even in the face of millions and nothing but pretty people surrounding her.
“Y’all should’ve just stayed!” she said in a trembling voice. The emotions erupted. Shielding her eyes, she turned away.
I took a calm step toward her. “I can’t stay Nicki. We just can’t.”
Both Nicki and Zoo confronted me. They showed their hurt physically. Their wounds within. The dark side of being a social media freakshow.
Nicki showed teardrops. Wearing her usual melodramatic make-up, she’d have resembled a crying clown. But not when she was just dressed as herself… Not when she was Onika. A lonely, young woman simultaneously vindicated and destroyed by her own fucking dream.
Concerned, I ran a hand through my swoop. Kept an appropriate distance from the distraught couple. “What’s this really about, man?” I asked, forcing my voice at a chill calm. “Nicki, maybe you should talk to someone.”
That glare flashed through Mrs. Majesty’s tears.
“You just need to get some help,” I struggled to say. “There’s nothing wrong with that-”
“Help!?” Nicki shouted. She pulled away from Zoo. All her weeping eyes on me. “I don’t need any help, Rhonnie! I need people to fucking care!”
A worried Zoo reached toward her. “Babe.” This was the side of Kenneth I’d never seen. Unlike Nicki, he was no performer or actor. Just a caring husband to one of the most complex personalities in Hollyweird.
Nicki held him back. Instead, her attention stayed on me. The stare sharpened. Her defensiveness a weak disguise for those insecurities galore. “That’s all I want, Rhonnie! I love my fans, the real fans!”
“I know,” I said. “I wasn’t trying to-”
“But that’s not what people want!” Nicki cried. The floodgate of tears burst. Here was a woman on the verge of a brutal breakdown. A sad glimpse behind the bravado. Nicki the beautiful diva facing fate and alienation. “They want the big titty bitch! That’s it!” She pointed toward that ‘perfect’ figure. “They don’t care about me! The lyrics or the drive! It’s this! I just want someone to look past that! Someone like you! Lile Ashley!” She snatched Kenneth’s hand in a loving grip. “And Zoo… Y’all need to stay with me for more! For the music!”
Zoo and I made quick eye contact. I imagine we didn’t have much in common other than worrying over Nicki’s mental state… but that was bond enough.
Like a Shakespearean monologue, Nicki continued spilling her guts. The raw emotion on display. Whatever warts and all could be on those perfect physical features. “It’s why I do this!” She waved toward her body. “The surgeries, the make-up! I can’t get anyone to just listen!”
“But Nicki, there’s plenty of us,” I said. “Hell, I like the music!”
“It’s just sex, Rhonnie! Like I told you!” Nicki stared right at me. “That’s all they care about at the end of the day.” She waved toward the laptops. Nicki’s movements so fast and frenetic, her boobs could’ve caused an earthquake. Just as much as her morose expression would elicit heartbreak. “It’s why I don’t give a fuck about those sluts and shrimp-dicked idiots just getting off to me! They can’t understand me like you! Like all the people I bring here can!”
“There’s more of us though, Nicki. I swear! We don’t have to stay here to support you, man. We’re everywhere!”
“I just want them to like me for the music! The talent! Not the sex, not the bullshit!” Lost in her sorrow, Nicki turned away. Wiped off those countless tears. “I can’t do anything as a female rapper… I can’t be a Pac or Ye. I have to be the hot bitch… You don’t understand, Rhonnie. I never wanted it like this!”
Zoo grabbed her shoulder. “Yo, babe-”
Possessed by passion, Nicki swatted his hand away. She screamed aloud. Into the air. Into her own crazed soul. Exorcist Nicki her latest personality. Then those maniacal sights settled in on me. “I don’t need help, Rhonnie! I need supporters! People who like me for who I am! For who I fucking * really* am! I need them with me twenty-four seven, Rhonnie!”
Fighting my own tears, I stepped toward her. “And I do. Ashley and I both-”
“Then stay!”
Nicki’s anguish made me stop. All while it ate me alive. Maybe I knew Nicki more than most. But here I was wanting her to be okay... Here I was desperate to reassure the Queen of hip-hop.
“Stay here forever!” Nicki yelled.
I shook my head. “I can’t, Nicki. I can’t.”
With weary defeat, Nicki shook her head. Each and every tear nothing but bullets piercing into my naked flesh.
Zoo ran a hand along her arm. “Nicki. Hey-”
Nicki stormed out. Off stage and away from her erotic island. She never said goodbye. Never gave me that bright smile. For someone with her talent and dictionary, she didn’t say shit.
Feeling guilty, I watched Nicki adjust her pants. Adjust the stain sticking to her skin… And then she was gone. A gorgeous witch disappearing into the night.
The catchy Nicki tunes still played. Not to mention the enthusiastic voices still blasting off those feeds. But Kenneth and I may as well have stood in silence. So thick the tension was.
He finally looked at me. His stare was smoldering, intense. “Get the fuck out.”
Put on the spot, I glanced around the room. At the sex videos. Then at my own naked body. With a nervous smile, I confronted Zoo. Shrugged my shoulders. “Can I at least put my boxers on?”
I got to put on the nice clothes Nicki stripped from me. Got my bag, got an Uber for LAX, and got the fuck out of there. All on Nicki’s tab, thankfully.
Now I sat alone at the airport. Waiting on a two A.M. flight… All alone in my corner. No one was around me this late. The cold isolation here like a cavern. Not even the Christmas wreaths and trees could soothe me.
Holding my phone, I tried to pass the time. Tried to keep my mind off the bizarre Nicki encounter. I just had to put on Bruce. Now blasting “No Surrender” through my earbuds and into my rattled mind. Scared that playing any Nicki would be a siren call luring my ass back to her place… Her world.
That being said, the long wait left me in reflection. Nicki wasn’t wrong on any count. To quote one of her more obnoxious tracks, we were all just beez in the trap. Caught up in her lore, her talent. And yes, the insane beauty. But what unsettled me most was how she related it to me. You see, Nicki spelled out her personal dilemma. Fuck it, she even related the twisted reality to me. And Nicki was right all along. Regardless of how much she liked creeping on my Reddit porn accounts, she had a point. I had more fans piling in there for a pic I took in seconds rather than a story I poured my heart and soul into. A situation no different than Nicki’s more serious jams getting shunned in favor of twerking and brainless exploitation. Sex sells, man. No matter her personality, Nicki wasn’t wrong about that. Call it my What Price, Hollywood? moment… All courtesy of Onika Maraj.
And through the thoughts, my phone kept buzzing. Now here came call number three from Nicki. I chose to ignore it. I couldn’t face her this soon. Not after the unsettling encounters and her unsettling set-up. After the harrowing breakdown, I couldn’t answer her. I wouldn’t answer that call, I plead to my nervous self in an internal intervention.
And all the while, I texted Ashley. Told her how much I loved her. How I couldn’t wait to see her. Our bond rekindled to first-month glories until she sent me a new text: You should’ve stayed!
I looked on at the message, uneasy.
Then came Ash’s quick follow-up: Go back and I’ll come! :)
The fear returned. Nicki had been hypnotizing me. And apparently, she’d long had Ash under control. “What…” I said.
Overtaking my screen was another incessant call: Nicki. Who knew how drunk or high she was? Much less lonely.
Don’t answer, I reminded myself. Don’t give in.
Forcing myself, I silenced the call. Then sat there in awkward silence. In a quiet dread I couldn’t identify. Or control.
Just when I needed it, Bruce left me. My rallying cry of “No Surrender” gone. My whole Goddamn support system.
I texted Ashley back: Are you sure? I think we should wait, boo…
Her reply appeared immediately: YES! GO THERE NOW, STU-STU!
I stared on at her message. Her demand. Her eager euphoria. Here I was caught between arousal and disappointment. And at the end of the day I had no say in this weird, wild mess. Ash did.
Seconds later came a new text message. Not from Ashley but Nicki: Come back over, Rhonnie
The next SMS bullet hit me: I miss y’all already ;)
Another one appeared: Again
“Shit…” I said to myself. I got ready to ignore the message. This was Rhonnie’s last stand against the impulses. The thirst.
Until my phone pulsated to life. The call so ferocious I almost missed Nicki’s next text: I talked to Ashley!!! <3 :p
And that was when I laid eyes on the caller ID: on my girlfriend’s number. The death sentence to my attempt at defiance. As always.
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2020.03.18 03:01 cageybee777 Taxicab Confessions (Fiction Story)

Not much happening in St Louis on Tuesday nights, especially when it’s cold. St Louis is a major city, but not as big as Chicago or NYC. Downtown is usually pretty empty after 9pm on week nights. It’s a good time for night-shift cabbies to just sit in a cab and reflect on things or to get high. I know some guys were on crack and others were on some other shit. Many smoked weed and I was one of those many. Driving a cab was so depressing that I started smoking weed regularly. I drove high all the time. Some passenger even told me once, “Hey, it smells like weed in here,” and I said, “Yeah, someone right before you was smoking weed in here.” But this time, I was parked next to Crown Plaza hotel--there is a taxi stand there--and hoping that some visitors were bored out of their minds in their hotel rooms and wanted to go hit some strip clubs across the river. Take’em there, bring’em back later--about $40--a dream for a Tuesday. I needed to make about $150, though, and there was no one in sight. There weren’t any conventions in town that week either and so there weren’t that many visitors downtown at all. I had to do something. And I did. I got my pipe out and got high.
I got high and started thinking about life, about my life, and how I used to be a Staff Sergeant in the US Air Force and was a good and honest citizen, but gambled my career to pursue a small business dream. Here I was, spending 16 hours per day in a cab, high most of the time, being a fuck-up, sinking. At home everything was fucked up too. The Christmas before that I left the house to go to work--I went to drive around no one. I just didn’t want to be there with my wife and my mother-in-law. I couldn’t believe how everything just went south after I left the military. But then, some guy came out of the residential building that was next to the Crown Plaza and raised his hand. And as soon as he did that, another taxi from a stand a whole block behind me, which was next to the Hyatt hotel, turned on his lights and started honking. He was hoping that I was asleep. But, I put my foot on the brake, put the car in drive and moved forward.
I unlocked the doors and he quickly jumped in my cab. “Hello, where to, sir?” I asked. “Do you know if the gas station down the street is open around this time of the night?” I lowered my eyes to the dash board and noticed it was 1:35am. That gas station was already closed. “I think it’s open. You wanna go there?” “Yes, let’s head over that way.” “Sure, not a problem, sir” I replied, and then started the meter and took off. I presumed he needed some cigarettes. Yeah, $20 a pack. I smiled and remembered how I took some first timers in St Louis to an Italian restaurant located in The Hill area of St Louis, which was recommended to them by the hotel staff. I took’em there via the highway loop and turned a $15 trip into a $75 trip. And when they asked me why it was so far, I told them that’s why it’s called The Hill, it’s The Hill of St Louis.
“How’s your night? Busy?” Slick was trying to be nice so that I wouldn’t screw him over. “Kinda,” I said. “Anything happening tonight?” “Not that I know of.” “How long you’ve been driving a cab?” “About a year and a half.” “You like it?” And when he asked me that question, I remember how I picked up this one dude who literally got thrown out of another cab for pissing off the cabbie. I guess he asked him the same question. “It’s my business. I own this cab. It was the only thing I found I could do in this economy,” I said. “Yes, times are tough, I know.”
While we were going there, I made sure to drive the downtown speed limit and tried to hit all the stop lights, or as many stop lights as I could. I only did that with the passengers. I usually did the stop-n-go at the lights downtown and around town without passengers. I only stopped when there was a sign which stated that there is a fine for running the red light and was photo enforced. All other cameras didn’t bother me. I even drove 45mi/h in a 25mi/h zone right in front of the police. They were too busy with some real St Louis problems and did not have the time to deal with speeding cabbies. You weren’t the real cabbie if you weren’t running the stop lights.
We came to the gas station and it was closed. Meter was showing a little over $5. “Fuck! Let’s go to the one on Chouteau.” We kept going.
We got to Chouteau and 14th street and there was now over $7 on the meter. It too was closed. “Do you know if there’s another gas station nearby?” he asked. Of course I knew. It was my business to know. I knew there was another closed gas station up the street. “Yeah, there is one right up the street here.” “Let’s go there,” he said. “Yes, sir.”
We get there, meter’s $9, the gas station’s closed. “What the fuck, man? I hate this fucking city. Nothing’s fucking open.” He started getting frustrated. I didn’t blame him. This city sucks, especially when you don’t know shit about it and when your cab driver is milking you.
“Is there a gas station that’s close by and open right now?” he asked. I knew there was one open a bit south from where we were, but I thought I should take him to the one across downtown at Jefferson and MLK. It was farther and I would make more money. So I said, “How about the Mobil on Jefferson?” “Yes, go there! That one’s always open,” he replied and I proceeded over there.
We get to the Mobil. Meter’s $12. “I’ll be right back.” He went inside, went up to the clerk, asked him something, the clerk shook his head, and he turned around and came back. “Is there another gas station?” Hm, I guessed it wasn’t the cigarettes he was looking for. Meter kept adding more money for the waiting time. I took some time to think while acting like I am thinking of a gas station. We were at the north-western boundary of downtown and I knew that there was another gas station in downtown that was open. But, this meant that I would take him close to home. That was a bad idea. Then I thought of a gas station that was further west on Grand. “Dude, how can you work without a GPS? Why don’t you have a GPS in your cab? Those things store all that information and it’s real easy and quick to find.” I smiled and told him that I had one until someone robbed me at gun point and took my GPS with him. “Oh, sorry to hear that, man. That’s fucked up.” “Yeah!” I added. I lied, though. My GPS was in the glove box. “There’s a gas station on Grand. How about that one?” “You mean the one by Del Taco over there?” “Yes, sir.” “Yes, go there. And do you have any tunes in this motherfucker? What do you listen to?” “No, sir, the radio doesn’t work.” “But I see you have an aftermarket radio installed in your cab.” “Yes, I do, but I have a scanner connected to it so that I can hear taxi orders that get dispatched over the air through my car’s speakers.” I was using a scanner in my cab, which was prohibited by the taxi commission, to listen to the radio waves of other cab companies and stole their orders occasionally. I had to disguise the system from the taxicab commission’s regular inspections. The radio wasn’t working. But, I could connect my iPhone to the iPhone connector that was hidden below the seat, and we could listen to some music, like Pandora radio, but I didn’t want to hear any music at the time.
We get to the Circle K on Grand. Meter--$18. He goes inside then comes back, and by the look on his face I could tell they didn’t have what he was looking for. I started thinking of another gas station I could take him to. There was Gas House that was very close by but was closed and was further west. However, there was also a BP there, which was open. So, I suggested we go to the Phillips 66 on Lindell. He agreed and I took the way that did not have any gas stations on it until we got to Phillips 66. Meter now had $20 on it. He’s in and out. They don’t have it either.
By this time, some of my high was beginning to wear off. I started thinking about a hit. But of course I had to wait until I’m done with this dude. I was also beginning to wonder what it is that he’s looking for. And so I asked him, “If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what is it that you’re looking for?” “I’m looking for the love rose,” he replied, and then after seeing my confused face continued, “Listen, man, I am an engineer, I’m a good guy, I work for a big oil company, I make a lot of money, but I’m a fuck-up. I have some crack that I’m trying to smoke and don’t have a pipe. They sell these pipes at some of these gas stations and they call them the ‘love rose.’ Is there another gas station here?”
So, when he said pipe and crack, I knew that I needed to stay away from the north or south side gas stations and needed to keep going west. This is the kind of shit they won’t sell on the west side in gas stations. West side of St Louis is where the rich and the professionals live. The closest gas station to where we were and which that was open was at Kingshighway and Delmar. It’s on the south boundary of the north side ghetto. We don’t want to go there. “Man, terrible luck you’re having tonight,” I said. The gas station further west from where we were was either at Hwy 40 and Hampton, or at the Skinker exit. But, I needed to get him to agree to go there as it wasn’t a close distance.
“There is another gas station that’s open right now and it’s at Hwy 40 and Hampton. Would you like to go there?” I suggested. Although, by now, I too wanted him to find his fucking pipe already. I too wanted to get high and this dude was bothering me now. “Yes, let’s go there, but be quick please. I have to find it quickly. This girl is waiting for me at her place on the east side,” was his reply. Cool, I thought, that’s like at least another $30.
So, we get to the Mobil on Hampton. $28 on the meter. I’m rooting for him now. Few minutes later he comes out smiling. “Alright, I got it. Let’s go to Belleville now.” “Do you know where in Belleville we’re going, sir?” I asked. “I’ll call her when we’ll get close and she’ll tell us how to get there.” “OK,” I said, and proceeded to the highway. Belleville, I thought, that’s another 25 miles. That’s like $50.
“Dude, I’m going over there to smoke with this chick and then I’m going to bang her. I’ll be there for an hour or so. Can you wait for me and then bring me back home?” “Sure, it’s $20 per hour for the waiting time.” Kewl, I thought to myself. That’s like another $60. But deep down inside, I couldn’t wait to get this fucker out of my cab. He kept asking me to tell him a story. And I just wanted it to be quite so that I could reflect on things.
After a while, we got to Belleville, and his girl guided us to her place over the phone. By the time we got to her place, there was $81 on the meter. It’s almost 3am. He left and assured me that he’s coming back in an hour or maybe less. I wasn’t worried about this guy not coming back. He wasn’t one of those that screw you over.
And so as soon as he left, I pulled out my pipe, loaded some weed in it and began to smoke it outside of my cab. I kept thinking about how and why I got to this point in my life. How is it that I or he can one day be examples of pride and success, and the next day become fuckups.
He came back an hour later. He got in my cab and went to sleep. When we got back to his house, there was now $145 on the meter. I let him sleep in the cab for another $15 until he woke up.
“We’re here, sir.” “How much I owe you?” ”One sixty, sir.”
He gave me his credit card and asked me to figure out what 20% is and add it as a tip. “There is a 5% fee for credit card transactions, sir.” “Fine, add that too.” I charged this fee whenever I could, this was a perfect time for it.
I added the numbers and ran the credit card through my wireless credit card processor. It was approved. He signed the receipt. He wasn’t happy to see the $201-bill, but he signed it.
“Thank you, sir, see you later.” He didn’t say anything and left.
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