Somewhere deep in the bowels of the Scandals Resort Barb and Anne Moore are chained to moldy stone walls that ooze groundwater. Barb asks “What the hell are you doing here, Anne?”
“I didn’t think you would make nine months” Anne replies.
“So???” Barb asks.
“I came to rescue you” Anne says.
“You call this a rescue?” Barb hisses.
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“So I fucked up… don’t tell mom, OK?”
“Like I might get the chance!!!”
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The next morning Anne finds herself bound to a platform surround by eight of the ‘Boys from Detroit’ (the rest are incapacitated having spent the night with Dorothy Brown). Sir Despard Wragg walks into the room and says “My cousin tells me you don’t like men.”
“I like men, I just
don’t like having sex with men” Anne screams.
“Be assured you won’t be having sex… you be getting fucked. Gentlemen, she is all yours” Despard says.
“And we get a 10% cut of the video sales, right?” one of them says.
“As we agreed, after expenses, of course”
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“You never mentioned ‘expenses’ before.”
“But that should be understood” Despard protests.
“Listen, white limey boy, what we slapped hands on was 10% and I am Donald ‘Black Sausage’ Trump. We get 10% off the top or we come and do your pale ass when we done with this bitch! You got that white boy?”
“Most certainly… 10% off the top!”
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