Captain Paulie's Argosy...and Fifi's too!

[ariosto]

They met one night at a topless bar in an east coast harbor town.
Fifi's boobs were just the thing for the Cap was feeling down.
He fell in love with the right one first but the left was'nt far behind.
Then he fell in love with the rest of her and Fifi didn't mind.
They left next day with her mutt in tow to find a better life
And somewhere out near Reno, Paulie found he had a wife
Now they cruise the highways in their nauticaly decked out van
A card game here, a con job there they survive as best they can
Sometimes rich and sometimes poor but always sitting pretty....

"Ohh Paulie baby, that's so sweet! I love it!"
Fifi threw her arms around his ample shoulders and pressed her boobs (also ample) against his back.

"M'dear it is indeed a simple verse inspired by my limitless passion for you....now what rhymes with pretty?"

She thought long and hard, her brow knit in fetching concentration.
"Gee...how about these",
and she pushed them hard against him.

"Perfecto!...he bent to the paper once again, quickly scribbling...

When sorely pressed he could always rest his head on Fifi's titty.




Captain Paul Piffle...
..is supposedly a sea captain, but no one is quite sure what Paul has done for the last 30 years or so.
He travels the highways with his 'First Mate' the irrepressible Fifi Damour, in a 1968 vintage VW bus, fitted out in a garish nautical motif which matches his outlandish attire. the only thing paulie may hold as dear as Fifi is his ancient foul mouthed parrot named Earl. He's a showman and lovable rogue with a sense of
humour as wide as his waistline.

Captain Paulie is a large robust man of silvering hair and beard. Even now with the paunch of middle age he exudes an air of bon vivant self confidence that women are drawn to.


Fifi...
The ageless floozy, Fifi Damour, is the paramour and 'first mate' to Paulie Piffle. And matches him in her taste for fashion and wholehearted love of life. She likes to think she’s 29, will admit under duress to 39, and is probably older.
But she hides her age well. She is the ultimate in dumb blonde and still a bombshell. She has a miniature poodle, Dolly, who is her baby and the bane of Paulie's existence. And the old adage about owner and dog looking alike, fits to a T.
Although the pooch isn't blessed with a set 40d's!



These characters were invented for Tibvo's 'Meet the Piffles' thread and we liked them so well we had to take them on the road!

Enjoy the thread.
We plan to introduce guest players as our adventure rolls along.

At the moment though Ari and Mya are on the road alone.

 

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Leaving Butte...In which Paulie yearns for foreign travel

"Are they after us Darlin'"
Paulie checked his rearview pushing Earl's swinging cage out of the way.

"No honey, ya lost 'em when you cut through the car wash."
Fifi was having a difficult time kneeling in the skin tight pink dress as she peered out of the back window of the speeding bus. A trail of soap bubbles eddied furiously behind them.

"NICE ASS!...NICE ASS!"
The disgruntled parrot cast a balefull eye at the Captain.
"Indeed it is, my fine feathered friend. Indeed it is."

Fifi slid into the seat beside him and spread out the dogeared road atlas. Knocking Dolly off her lap six times before the ridiculous pooch finally gave up and contented itself by growling ineffectualy at the parrot.

"Where we goin' honey."

Paulie thought for a moment.
Having had to leave Butte in some haste and before his 'business transaction' had been completed, their resources consisted of 67 dollars, and a set of credit cards belonging to some one with the odd name of Darren Fate.
"Lay us a course for Canada Quartermaster! I've a yen for foreign travel!"

"Oh Paulie how exciting! Do you think they'll strip search us at the border."
She said hopefully.

 

[mya]

Fifi

"Oh Paulie how exciting! Do you think they'll strip search us at the border?" Fifi asked. "Afterall, they did name this town Butt, Montana. Maybe that’s because they strip search everyone at the border and check their butts."

"It's Butte Dear, Butte, not Butt," Paulie tried to explain, but it just wasn't sinking in to Fifi's overloaded dumb blonde brain.
"And I didn’t know you were bilingual Paulie. I didn’t know you could speak Canadian. That’s why I love you Paulie, you are such a smart man," she gushed.

Earl squaked from the back, "Awwwkkkkkkk, aaaaaaawwwwwkk…Polly wanna cracker! Polly wanna cracker!"

Fifi turned and glared at the bird. "Not again Earl. Paulie does not want a cracker. You just keep saying that so I have to crawl back there, squeezing my boobies past your beady birdy eyes so you can tell me I have nice boobies. Now shut up about Paulie and his crackers."

The bird repeated back Fifi’s words only with slight differences, "Awwwkkkk, awwwkkkk…Paulie’s got no knackers. Paulie’s got no knackers!"

Scooping Dolly up in her arms and snuggling the dog against her ample bosom, "There’s my good girl Dolly. Mommy wommy wuvs you!"

The van burped blue smoke as it hurled north headed for the 48th parallel. Just then a loud noise could be heard overhead—WHOP, WHOP, WHOP, WHOP, WHOP. "What the hell is that Fifi?" It was so close to the van that Fifi could not see it without cranking down the window and sticking her head right out. Dolly joined her, lips flapping in the wind. "Ohoh," called Fifi, head still outside the window. "What? WHAT?" cried Paulie.

Fifi pulled her head back in the window, her hair was sticking straight up and back, the half can of hair spray she had used that morning held her hair in that wind tunnel look. Paulie didn’t have time to laugh as Fifi said, "It’s a chopper Paulie…a friggin’ chopper!" She began to wail. "I can’t go to jail Paulie, I just can’t. They won’t let me have my make-up in the slammer. And both me and Dolly look terrible in horizontal stripes. And there is no way we can wear black, it simply washes out our complexions."

 

[ariosto]

By a mountain stream...fornication au naturel

Paulie whipped the Argo off the road so fast, Fifi had to make a grab for Dolly as the animal sailed out the window.

"By Damn and curses!, Ye caught the wiry bitch!"
His voice jolted as unevenly as the old bus as it hurtled down the rutted Montana back road and finally slewed to a stop before plunging over a 12 foot ledge into a torrential mountain stream.

All was quiet.
They both stuck their heads outside and looked up at an achingly blue sky. Devoid of clouds and devoid of helicopters.

"I guess they weren't after us Honeybuns."
Fifi was talking to her dog not Paulie who had already heaved himself out of the vehicle and was standing at the edge of the embankment.

"Just look at this swift flowing alpine freshet my Sweet!
Ain't it damned impressive!"

Fifi joined him and slipped her hand around him.
"You think I can wash my hair in it Babykins."

Paulie looked at his lushly endowed mate. Her hair had been displaced to starboard and elevated about 40 degrees.

"I think my pet that this water would freeze it fit enough to fracture."

She paled at the thought and stepped back.

"But I think I could weld it back with the heat of me unbridled lust for your corporeal magnificence!"

Fifi cooed. She knew that when the Captain started using those big words he was getting Horny.

She nodded back at the truck and winked. Her lashes threatening to stick to her rosey cheek.

"No No!...And give up all this!"
Paulie opened his arms wide, embracing the snowy mountain ringed azured sky.

"We shall fornicate as man in his natural state did long ago.
Creatures of nature we will copulate like animals upon the verdent sward!"

She patted her hair in alarm. But knew that once his mind was set, Paulie would not be deterred.
Besides she liked the sound of that "copulate like animals" thing.

 

[mya]

Fifi ... does it like an animal.

"Copulate like animals," Paulie had said. Fifi didn’t really know what that meant, but she knew Paulie was horny and raring to go. And apparently he wanted to do it while pretending (Fifi had mixed up copulate and emulate) to be animals. That was fine by her. Fifi was ready and raring to go any time Paulie was.

She tottered back to the colourful van with Dolly under her arm. Dolly’s bangs had been freshly teased that morning and stood straight up on her head, and Fifi had dressed her with an elasticized bright pink flounce of material around the dog’s rib cage. The two of them looked remarkably alike yet again…even more so since Fifi’d stuck her head out the window and had her hair standing on end. Fifi grabbed the large sized collar and leash (one much to large for Dolly) as she set the little dog inside the warm van for safe keeping. "You be a good girl Dolly and look after your little brother Earl, while mommy wommy and daddie waddie take care of some business. That’s my good girl," Fifi cooed to the poodle.

Fifi secured the collar around her own neck and attached the leash to the ring as she picked her way carefully in her heels back to Paulie’s side by the mountain stream. Paulie just smiled at her. Fifi quickly disrobed down to nothing but the collar and leash and her 4" hot pink heels. Paulie leaned against a tree watching with delight as his own hand strayed to rub his crotch. "My, my, my Fifi, you are one fine woman," he drooled as she stripped.

Finally, Fifi got down on her hands and knees in the grass presenting her naked ass to Paulie, with the sound of the cold mountain stream babbling right beside her. She tossed the leash down her back as she looked over her shoulder at the still dressed Paulie, who now had a tent in his pants. "Well come on Paulie," she coaxed, "I did just like you said and am pretending to be an animal. Hop to it Baby, the air is cold out here. See my nipples? You can tell just how cold by looking at them."

So there waited the dumb blonde, on all fours, for her husband to take her like an animal, just as she thought he had requested.

 

[ariosto]

Stripping down quickly himself and making a mental note that he'd have to lose some weightt...his fifth such note that day...he slid himself ponderously on his back between Fifi's legs and began lapping and sucking her swaying breasts.

"I did not mean"...lap.
"Animals quite so literally"...suck
"My sweet."...lap
"But rather an animallike"...suckkkkk
"A primal approach to"...lapppp
"Carnality."...Bite!

"OHH Paulie sweetie you turn me on so much when you do that!"

"Ahhh, this?"
He squeezed her magnificent breasts in both hands until the pouting pointed nipples stood side by side and then opening wide he sucked them into his mouth and tounged the turgid tips with ferocious abandon.

"Sweetie that is nice,"
She said looking down at his face now stuffed with the best parts of two tits.
"But I meant those BIG WORDS!...I get all creamy when you say stuff like Corpsoreal."

This was his woman and he loved her to distraction.

 

[mya]

Fifi

Fifi clearly heard Paulie’s words as he lapped at her teats. "Carnality," he’d said and then proceeded to demonstrate it for her with his bite. She loved when he acted out the words she wasn’t too good with.

Shed replied with "OHH Paulie, Sweetie you turn me on so much when you do that!" and it was evidenced by the dampness between her legs. Confusing carnality with the word carnivore, "Please Paulie, please she begged. Make me your doggy…make me your bitch." She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees in the grass desperate to be humped. The leash laying invitingly down her naked back and dangling over her rounded rump.

Just then, Paulie's parrot Earl, who had a perfect view of the scene going on outside the van, once again screeched loudly from his perch inside, "NICE ASS!...NICE ASS!"

 

[ariosto]

"As you wish my Pet!"
And with a swiftness that belied his size he was out from under and spreading Fifi's rounded cheeks wide, he rubbed her wet and open with the great purpled head of his ravening cock.

He took a purchase on the leash and dragged her head upright as he thrust forward with gusto and slid into the warm tight sheath of her pussy.
"Touché!"

She looed back over her shoulder eyes all aglitter and began wagging her ass, a delightful move that worked his pego even deeper.
"My love you are tight as a drum, nay a virgin girl of fourteen could not be as snug!"

Fifi's brow knit as she wondered when Paulie had been with a virgin girl of fourteen but soon his enormous deep thrusts swept such thoughts away entirely.

 

[mya]

As Paulie mounted Fifi doggy style and drove his large cock in and out of her from behind she rocked back and forth on her knees helping increase the pentration. As her own orgasm neared, she tossed back her head, arched her back, and began to howl at the top of her lungs. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooooooo," she bayed. Paulie continued to thrust short quick thrusts as his eyes rolled in his head and he was about to spurt his spunk inside his buxom wife. He didn’t completely understand the blonde he’d married, and he wasn’t about to start now. If for some reason she felt like howling it was fine by him, as long as he got off he was happy.

"Owwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Fifi howled louder yet, as her whole body quivered with its release. Dolly began to answer with her own howl. And suddenly in the she was answered by another creatures howl. "Ow OW OW OWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," they called. They must have thought they’d found a new member for their pack.

Fifi’s eyes widened in fear now. Paulie had no sooner finished cumming, when Fifi was scrambling on all fours for the van. Paulie collapsed in a heap on the grass as Fifi’s ass wiggled as she crawled to the van in haste. "Hurry Paulie," she cried, "Don’t let the wolves get you!" Paulie started to tell her he was sure they were just coyotes, not wolves, but she didn’t wait around. She was off and headed for the van faster than a deer in hunting season. She jumped into the driver’s seat still naked and wearing the collar and leash, she turned the key and gunned the engine as she waited for Paulie to jump in the van. She’d played the get away driver on more than one occasion in the past and was more than ready to do so again.

Paulie ambled at a more leisurely pace, having picked up their clothing and shoes. He jumped in the side door of the van and as he shut the door, Fifi hit the gas pedal hard, driving like a bat out of hell. Paulie yelled over the comotion, "Fifi those were not wolves, they were coyotes! Please relax and SLOW DOWN." But the van continued at break neck speed lumbering down the rough road, swaying to and fro. And Earl was screeching from within his swinging cage, "PAULIE’S GOT NO KNACKERS, PAULIE’S GOT NO KNACKERS!"

Paulie was struggling to put his pants back on in the back of the van as it careened along over the bumpy road. He’d finally managed to get one leg in and had his second foot half way in the pant leg, when Fifi slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt. With Paulie’s legs all trussed up by his very own pants, he fell forward landing with an "Oomph" between the two front seats. He heard Fifi say ominously, "OhhhhhhOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" From where he lay beached on the floor between the seats he could see nothing more than her lovely naked body and his eyes trained on her bodadious swinging tatas. Despite the lovely view, he still said sharply, "What the fuck Fifi? You trying to kill me?"

"Absolutely not Paulie, but you better get those pants on and get up here and take a look at this." No sooner had she said the words and a man appeared at the driver’s window, motioning for Fifi to roll the window down. She did so, as she flashed him her sexiest smile. And there she sat buck naked with a hair do only Dolly would envy, and Paulie trapped half in and half out of his pants on the floor. "Hello," Fifi started to say and then started to giggle as the man stared at her tits. "What’s up?" she asked. Paulie could only imagine what was up, or going up, on the man outside the window of the van.

"Hello Miss, I’m Ranger Rick Wainwright, of the US Forrest Service. You are in our research area. I am heading up a research team on the mating habits of the Canadian wolves we’ve transplanted here. We just received reports of a possible new alpha female invading the territory of our Delta Pack. We managed to pick up her howling from the radio collars attached to some of our study group. You didn’t happen to see or hear the she wolf did you?" His eyes trailed to her own collar. "Say ma’am, is everything OK here?"

Just then Paulie struggled to his knees finally making himself visible to Ranger Rick. "For fuck sakes, everything’s fine," Paulie’s ill humour was showing through as he spoke to the researcher. Ranger Rick lifted a rod in his hand and held it in front of him like a weapon. "I have an electric prod here Sir…do not make me use it!" Wainwright said authoritatively, obviously figuring Paulie to be some kind of kidnapper or rapist or something. "Step from the van Miss, I can help you."

 

[ariosto]

Ranger Rick was an extremely handsome boy. Clear eyed, strong chinned, curly blond hair, immaculately groomed...only the bulge in his pants seemed out of order as he helped Fifi down from the drivers seat.
Paulie followed, still attempting to climb into his trousers.
"I do protest sir! My wife and I are rushing Northward to the ahhh....National Bison Range where she will artficially inseminate a number of the poor shaggy brutes."

The ranger was looking at Fifi with obvious lust.
"SHE will inseminate?"
Fifi popped her gum, "Yeah."

"I will have you know sir that you are speaking to Doctor Damour, the greatest living expert on the sexual habits of the North American Bison and we are carrying highly perishable sperm that must be used at once!"
The Ranger agreed...

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Handcuffed to the vans radio antenna, Paulie watched helplessly as Ranger Rick played the bull to Fofi's willing cow...they did not look like buffalo.
Fifi's arms were on the front seat of the van and her long shapely legs spread wide were pinned to the ground by four inch heels.
Her delectable ass was at the moment hidden from Paulie by the
straining buttocks of Ranger Rick as he mounted her in true natural bison fashion.
His hands were grasping the luscious handholds provided by her swaying breasts as he plunged his cock over and over into Fifi's upturned sex...

"Paulie you OK?"
She called from the van as she pushed back onto the Rangers rampant, driving rod and squeezed tight!

"OhhhhhhhwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWW"
Rick's body was covered in sweat as Fifi tried to crush a climax from him.

That's my girl, Paulie thought , watching the glowing eyes of the wolves assembling in the tree line as evening approached and the Ranger's wolf like howls called them down.

 

[mya]

Ranger Rick finished with Fifi, shooting his load deep inside her, but not before giving her her own orgasm. By now he knew that Paulie was no threat or harm to the woman he’d just fucked. He wished both Fifi and Paulie well with their research and waved to them as they drove away. As Paulie hit the highway, he showed Fifi the handcuffs and the key he’d managed to swipe from Ranger Rick. With a laugh he said, "We just never know when handcuffs will come in handy, right my Sweet?" Fifi laughed too.

"So Paulie, where to now? I’m tired and hungry," she whined softly as they pulled into Polson. "Well my Sweet, it seems to me we need to find a hotel for the night. You feeling up to injuring your ankle Darlin’?" Paulie asked as he contemplated their next scheme.

Just then Paulie saw the sign for the Get Lucky Hotel and Casino. "Oh this will be a fine place to spend the night Fifi. Get ready to put on a show Baby!" He parked the psychedelic van in the posh parking structure and took Fifi’s hand as they walked up to the Reception Desk. "My newly wed wife and I would like a suite for the night he told the desk clerk," as he handed her the bogus business card pronouncing him to be Paulie Piffle, Personal Injury Lawyer. He turned up the charm, "You can get the spelling of my name, and my address and phone numbers from that Dear," he told the beautiful young woman behind the desk. "My what a lovely state y’all have here! And this hotel, it’s grand!"

By now Fifi knew the routine well. As the bell hop moved behind them with a cart laden with luggage, she jumped in front of his cart and let it collide with her well padded derriere. Fifi squealed, "Ouchhhhhhh," and landed in a heap on the floor clutching her ankle. No one had witnessed how the mishap had occurred and Fifi poured the pain on. "Ohhhhhh Paulie, my ankle…on God I think it’s broken. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad!" she wailed, as real tears ran down her cheeks. Fifi had only to imagine her poor Dolly dying to turn the waterworks on at will. By now the manager had arrived on the scene and the desk clerk had slipped Paulie’s business card into his palm.

Paulie was kneeling down beside Fifi, feeling her ankle. "I don’t think it’s broken Dear, but it might well be sprained. We need to get your ankle up and on ice fast." He turned to the manager and said firmly, "Get us our suite at once please! And a large bucket of ice."

The manager was tripping over his tongue as he introduced himself, "I’m Dick, the hotel Manager." Over his shoulder he directed his staff, "Give Mr. and Mrs. Piffle the Penthouse Suite at once…on the house of course!" With that they dumped the luggage off the bell hop’s cart and loaded Fifi onto it and into the elevator. As the manager showed them to the suite, Fifi wailed from her perch on the cart, "Paulie Waulie, don’t forget my Dolly!" The manager’s eyebrows raised, obviously thinking it odd a woman of Fifi’s age would still have a doll. "There, there Baby, I won’t forget to bring your sweet little doggie Dolly in next Love. And then I’ll get Earl."

"Oh Dear," Dick started to say, "we don’t allow dogs in the hotel," but just then Paulie gave him the ‘we’ll sue your ass look’ and the manager continued on, "however, this time we can make an exception. And is Earl your child?" he asked, obviously already worrying about what the answer might be. Paulie laughed, "He’s like a child to us. He’s our parrot!" By now Dick was loosening his tie and fanning his face, in obvious distress. "Mr. Lucky isn’t going to like this," he mumbled under his breath. The elevator came to a stop and the door opened to the lavish suite. "I’m sure you will find everything to your satisfaction. Ice will be delivered immediately along with a complimentary bottle of champagne. And when you’re ready, we’ll be happy to deliver you a romantic dinner for two--on the house, of course. Simply use the phone in the living room. Now if that is all, I shall leave you."

"Yes, yes…very good," Paulie dismissed him. "We’ll call if we need anything." Dick left. And when he was good and gone, Fifi jumped up off the cart and she and Paulie did the dance of joy.

 

[ariosto]

Paulie and Fifi have 'Injun' trouble


They were cavorting in the shower, washing Ranger Rick's residue from Fifi's saucey rump, when room service rang the door bell.
Grabbing a towel which he inefectualy tried to wrap around his girth, Paulie made it to the door, leaving a small river across the deep pile champagne biege carpet.

The man behind the tray did not look like a waiter or a bell boy.
He was tall and thin. He had a face that was cut from a block of granite, he was the color of tea and had glossy black hair tied off in a pony tail that fell to his waist. He wore a three piece suit and didn't smile one bit at the sight of the robust Captain trying to be modest with a hand towel and an acre of flesh.

"Mister...ahh Piffle?"

Paulie backed up to keep from being run over by the service cart.
"Actually, it's Captain Piffle, my good man."

"Yes of course...Captain."

He wheeled the cart into the center of the room and turned around.
"My name is Three Dog Lucky. Mister Lucky.
I run this Casino for the Blood tribe of the Blackfoot Indian Nation." He paused...

"We don't like to be duped, Mister...Captain Piffle."

"Paulie Bear!...where are you snookums do I have to come and get you?!"
Fifi's voice sent a suden chill through his heart.

"Actually no...you don't...dear."
It was too late.
Fifi came pirouetting gayley out of the bathroom clad only in a thin veil of bubbles and a great big smile.

 

[mya]

OOC-Nice twist Babe, nice twist! A whole lotta fun!

IC-
Fifi tittered as she saw the well dressed grim faced man at the door. He did not look at all amused to see her naked body. Fifi looked back from the stone faced man to Paulie and back again. Paulie gave Fifi that ‘pay attention’ look as he said, "Sweetie, this is Mr. Lucky. You know, THE Mr. Lucky who owns this hotel."

Fifi looked down her naked body to the dripping puddles of soap suds and water on the plush white carpet beneath her feet. "Oh sorry Mr. Lucky, I’ll go get dried off, faster than you can say Geronimo!" Totally oblivious to the inappropriateness of her remark and the obvious ancestry of the Mr. Lucky, Fifi spun agilely on her heel and fairly skipped to the bathroom for a towel. Her ample bosom and ass jiggled as she went, and even more water hit the expensive carpeting.

Paulie stood watching her go, and watching Mr. Lucky watch her go. Mr. Lucky’s eyebrows raised. Paulie’s eyeballs rolled in his head. Trust Fifi to forget she was supposed to have a sore ankle. He figured they were busted for sure. But one thing he’d learned in all his years of scamming, was to never, ever play your hand to soon.

He stood his ground, clutching the itty bitty towel to his front. Three Dog turned to Paulie and stared down the bony ridge in his nose, his gaze locked on the squirming Paulie, "As I was saying Mr. Piffle, we at the Get Lucky Hotel and Casino do not take kindly to being duped! I understood that your wife had injured her ankle in an unfortunate incident in the lobby of our fine establishment. Yet she seems to have made a remarkable recovery. Is there something you wish to tell me--NOW?" Three Dog Lucky stood there with strong arms crossed on his chest, waiting for the sweating Paulie to talk.

Just then Fifi, reappeared, all dried off, wearing a hotel robe monogrammed with "Get Lucky". It was very loosely belted at her waist and showing off most of her body. Paulie caught the almost imperceptible movement of Three Dog’s eyes from him to Fifi’s barely covered charms. Paulie had been a con man for a long time and he was always on his toes. A con man could not afford to miss any clues, ever. "Good," Paulie thought to himself, "at least he’s distracted." It gave him just enough time to think on his feet about what he was going to tell Three Dog Lucky.

 

[ariosto]

A daunting task...


"Please do not attempt to seduce me Mrs. Piffle. That is not possible."
Paulie and Fifi, exchanged looks and nodded...so it would appear.

"I have checked into your ...sordid background."
They exchanged looks again. Paulie began to sweat and Fifi began judging the distance to the open bathroom window.

"It would appear that many of your nefarious acts have centered around sex."
The chief pulled out a fax that was crowded with tiny little letters, in long lists.

He put on a pair of reading glasses,
"For example...Blackmailing the mayor of Yorba Linda California for engaging in 'Unnatural acts" with Mrs. Piffle in the parking lot of the Regency Hotel on January 15th, last year.

"Oh now THOSE were NOT Unnatural acts at all!"
Fifi seemed outraged.

The Chief continued,
"Hiring yourselves out as a live sex act for the 145th annual convention of The Daughters of The American Revolution.

"Ach what a time that was..."
Paulie began....

"Mister Piffle I will not turn you both over to the 'Dark Enforcers of the Blackfoot Nation'...Fifi's face fell at the news...providing you can do me a service."

Both Piffles gave him their undivided attention.

"My daughter, Harvest Moon on the Prarie, is due to marry
Tall Throbbing Cock Of the Peagan tribe next Tuesday."

'Awwww, how nice!" They both said.

"She has been away at Berkely for two years.
She returned yesterday with her hair cut off, wearing boots and calling herself Mike...she also brought her girlfriend."

He paused...
"You have 36 hours to make her want to fuck men again. Or I can call the tribal police right now". He picked up the phone.
"Your call."

 

[mya]

Fifi scampered over to him and grabbed his hand and physically returned his hand holding the receiver back to the cradle. Her breasts rubbed against his muscled arm. "No, no, no Mr. Lucky. There is no need to phone anyone. My Paulie here can make Harvest Moon realize what she’s missing in a man." She smiled coyly up at Three Dog, since she’d already pegged him as a homosexual whether he was or not. She glanced up and down Paulie’s rotund body, seeing only his sexiest attributes, sure Mr. Lucky could see them too. "Don’t you agree Mr. Lucky?" she asked him with sex dripping in her voice.

Mr. Lucky merely raised his eyebrows questioningly, "Ummmmmm, errrrrrrr, well whatever you say. As long as my little Harvest Moon thinks so! Or as long as you can convince her. Harvest Moon works in the dining room and I shall send her up with your dinner and various other asundry items you may have a use for." He checked his watch and said, you now have 35 and one half hours to change my little girl back into a lady. With that he turned on his heel and left.

"Whew," Paulie swiped at his brow. "That was too close for comfort Doll. Get your clothes on and let’s get the hell out of Dodge." Fifi was confused. "Dodge? But we have a Volkswagon van." Suddenly it appeared the light went on in Fifi’s little brain, "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she grinned glad she got it for once, "you mean dodge out of here." She gave Paulie and exaggerated wink and said, "Gotcha!" Paulie laughed lovingly at his Fifi—she was not the smarted woman, but she sure had it together when it came to loving and sex. "Close enough Darlin’, close enough. And as much as I enjoy the sight of your naked tits sweetie, you’d better hustle your sweet ass into some clothes. We gotta get out of here before Mr. Lucky or his daughter shows up."

Just then there was a knock at the door. "Room Service!" the voice called through the door. "Ohoh," Paulie said softly, "I think we’re too late already. Well My Dear Fifi, I think we have work to do then. We might as well give it the old College try as they say. Go and put my bag of tricks by the bed Sweetness." He padded barefoot, just barely clad in that damp towel and and opened the door. There stood a relatively tall woman with mahogany skin. Her dark eyes met his and she smiled up at him. "Your dinner is ready Sir," she answered as she rolled it into the room, "where would you like it?" Paulie closed the door and answered, "Over by the bed. My wife and I intend to enjoy it in bed!" He laughed softly as he caught Harvest Moon’s eyes on Fifi’s ass as she bent to put his bag by the bed.

Paulie slipped in behind her as she was distracted and quickly picked her up and tossed her on the bed. As he held her down, he grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and had her wrists quickly locked to the head board. "Get her ankles done Fifi!" he said as he scrambled to hold the hell cat down. "Let me go!" she demanded, "My dad will kill you for this!" She began to scream only to have Paulie cover her mouth with his palm. His other hand began to stroke her breast where he’d already noticed a hardening nipple. He looked her in the eyes and as he thumbed her growing bud. "I don’t think so Sugar—you see, it was your Dear Daddie who hired us!" He then reached for the freshly laundered gag he’d used often on Fifi, and tied it around her head. He grinned down at the trussed up girl, "You know Harvest Moon, I think I’m going to enjoy this little assignment after all!" He pinched her nipple painfully through her clothing. She tried to scream but only a muffled noise could be heard. Paulie’s towel had slipped right off in all the activity. "He settled on the bed. I think we’ll enjoy the warm dinner first my Sweet," he smiled at Fifi. Then looking back at Harvest Moon, "She can be the dessert!" Fifi settled beside Paulie as he began to uncover their meal. Three Dog had included strawberries, whip cream and chocolate sauce for dessert and a big bottle of champagne cooling on ice. Fifi eyed the goodies as she dug into her meal. "Mmmmmmm Paulie, this one should be lots of fun!" she commented as her palm stroked his naked thigh while he too tucked into his dinner.

 

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The Lesbian Indian Princess lay trussed up on the bed watching Paulie and Fifi with eyes like flint hatchets as they consumed the sumptuous dinner, taking their time and exchanging broad sexual inuendos which may as well have been in said in sanskrit for all the effect it had on Harvest Moon.

"This could be a tough one carissima."
Paulie whispered. Fifi smiled at him and nodded towards the bed.
"You can do it Honey Buns."

He looked again at the simmering hate filled redskin.
"We have a prodigeously long way to go to gain her trust much less her sexual inclinations, I think my dear."

Fifi had let her robe slip down and it hung precariously on the pouting peaks of her pefect nipples...
"Maybe we could show her by example Paulie Bear."
A teeny tug and her magnifitits were jutting invitingly over the dinner table...
"What do you think?"

In one deft motion the dauntless mariner had ringed her rosey peaks with whipped cream, and resting his brawny arms in the midst of dinner's debris was lapping the sweet concoction from her tantalizing tips and growing hard as a rock beneath the table cloth.

"Ohhh that's so good Sweety, you should just feel his big ol' hot tongue on you!"
Fifi looked over at the irate Indian bound on the bed while she thrust herself even farther into Paulie's cream filled mouth.
"Let's do it to her...how bout it snookums?"

With a sigh Paulie wiped his lips and stood up from the table while Fifi walked over to the bed and unbuttoned Harvest Moon's
blouse and then unsnapped her bra, pushing it aside to reveal
a pert and perfect set of small round coral tipped breasts.

"Ohhhh, Honey ain't they pretty?!"

The red skinned Princess looked un with disbelief and outrage as Paulie held the nozzle of the ready whip just inches above her
succulant titties...

 

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Fifi...has punishment in store for her

Fifi leaned over and touched her tongue to the Princess’s nipple to savour the flavour of the whip cream. She watched as Paulie did the same, only he wrapped his whole mouth around her breast, getting whip cream on his beard and on his nose. She smiled as she watched his technique. He sucked her breast hard, more than just the nipple inside his mouth. Fifi could imagine how the nipple rubbed against the roof of his mouth and the sensations it was producing in the girl. She was getting more turned on watching Paulie’s work on Harvest Moon. So she leaned over and began to suckle the other tit in earnest. Harvest Moon was moaning now, enjoying the sensations coursing through her body.

Just then, Fifi was grabbed from behind and roughly lifted away from the girl. Fifi looked up into the angry eyes of Three Dog Lucky, Harvest Moon’s father. "I should call the tribal police right this instant! I have a security camera in this room and have been watching you two con artists to see if you would live up to our bargain." He dumped a naked Fifi on her back on the 2nd unused double bed in the room as he straddled her waist and held her wrists locked above her head. "How the fuck do you think having this succulent woman screwing my sweet little girl is going to make my Harvest Moon want men again?" He looked up and glared at Paulie, but Paulie was just grinning back. "YOU stay over there in your own bed and fuck my little girl until she screams for more. Got that?!?!" He turned back to Fifi, and leaned down and bit her hardened nipple with force until she screeched, "OWWW…oh god owwww." Lifting his head to look down at Fifi again, he directed his comments to both Paulie and Fifi, "And I’ll take care of punishing this little lady for your transgressions. Now get to work Mr. Piffle."

 

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Squeel like a little piggie!


The Piffles were a versatile duo , who'd lived by rolling with the punches more than once. Stranger things had been demanded of them.
So with a reassuring nod from fifi, that that was just FINE with her, Paulie returned to his feast with gusto, wondering what effect having very own daddy humping the platinum blonde in the next bed would have on the Indian Maid.
But what would be would be...
Paulie gathered Harvest Moons sweet round breasts in both hands and squeezed them together, sucking both nipples into his mouth at once, he drew them flat between his teeth while kneeding her yielding breast flesh with his eager fingers.
His cock was groaning against his pants, fit to burst!

The bedsprings beside them were already creaking loudly as Three Dog discovered what a Tigress he'd just pinioned with his big red dick.
Fifi hadn't 'done' an Indian in years and decided one way or another she'd put a smile on that cold stone face!
Her smooth creamy legs were locked tight around the chief's back and she was raising her ass up to meet every thrust of the redskins vengeful cock.
For his part the Chief had never had such a succulant mass of rosy peaked titties spread before him, even the occasional casino showgirls he'd boffed had nothing to compare with these!

Back on Paulies bed, a momentary interuption allowing Harvest Moon's aching, tingling nipples to recover while
the Captain frees his startling manhood from the confines of his trousers.
Fifi steals a glance at the cock she loves to touch and cries out with more than a little feeling...(since Three Dog chose that moment to ram her two feet up the bed)...
"OH yeah! Sugar!...put that big sweet thing in her!...Make her squeel like a little piggie!"

 

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Fifi

Fifi’s own squeals filled the room as she watched eagerly as Paulie shoved his raging thick big hard-on into the young girl. Fifi could see she was fighting the enjoyment of it as she bit her lip. "Ooooooooo yeahhhhh Baby. Do her, do her good," Fifi cried out as Three Dog was doing just that to her. Paulie humped her hard and fast as his fingers worked her nubbin. "Owwwwwwwwwwoooooo," howled Harvest Moon finally as the excitement caused her to give in to her pleasure.

For a moment Fifi, thought she was back in the woods with the wolves, but instead as Three Dog rammed her good, she too let go with her own howl, "oooooowwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooo". Before either man could cum, the two women were howling like wolves enjoying their own orgasms.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

A loud knocking could barely be heard over the two howling women. "EXCUSE ME…THIS IS DICK, THE HOTEL MANAGER, WE MET EARLIER REMEMBER? MR. AND MRS. PIFFLE, ARE YOU OK? MR. AND MRS. PIFFLE! PLEASE! MR. LUCKY HAS OTHER GUESTS…HE IS NOT GOING TO LIKE THE DISTURBANCES COMING FROM THIS ROOM!"

A fresh round of howling greeted him. Seeing no other choice than to check up on the guests to ensure they were alright, Dick turned the key in the door, covered his eyes and wandered into the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Piffle…is everything OK?" he asked again from behind covered eyes. "As I said, Mr. Lucky…"

Harvest Moon squealed louder, "OH YESSSSSS, OH FUCKKKKKK, MR. PIFFLE, FUCK ME GOOD!" Fifi squealed as she orgasmed again. The two hammering men, threw back their heads grunting loudly and came in unison into their respective partners. Sure his job was on the line, Dick was beside himself and finally parted his fingers to peek from between them and plead with the unruly guests, "Please I beg you, BE QUIET, Mr. Lucky…" He stopped abruptly.

Finally Dick realized Mr. Lucky was in the room, buried to the hilt inside the bleached blonde Mrs. Piffle and Mr. Piffle was comfortably ensconced inside the sweet and delectable Harvest Moon. "Oh, um Mr. Lucky, Harvest Moon, Mr. and Mrs. Piffle…I hope you are having a howling good time. Ummmm I mean a wonderful time!" The brilliantly red faced Dick turned to leave quickly when Mr. Lucky called out, "Wait right there Dick. I have a job for you."

Dick stopped without turning, waiting for the orders from his boss.

 

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Mission accomplished?


From his position collapsed upon the warmly humming Indian Maid, releasing the last delicious drops of his spend into her softly shuddering cunnie, Captain Paulie was amazed to hear the satisfied Chief say as he wiped his dripping manhood on the bedspread,

"That woman is absolutely AMAZING, I have never, EVER had a better fuck. Prepare her IMMEDIATELY for induction into the Blackfoot Nation. I will marry her tonight!"

Although he found against his ever solicitous nature to withdraw from so delightful a partner post haste, yet he could not let such voiced intentions pass without comment...

"The Hell you say sir!... I Ooooomph"
Paulie attempted to roll off Harvest Moon only to find his face crushed between her eager, sweating breasts.
(The girl was amazingly strong!)

"Fifi is...my oommmppphhhwife!"

Three Dog was straightening his tie in the mirror at this point and Fifi was looking with alarm as the House Dick produced a huge hypodermic syringe from nowhere and grinned wickedly at her...

"No matter Captain, the Blackfoot Nation does not recognize white mans marriages as binding...Daughter please keep the pale face occupied for a while and I'll let you go back to Berkely. Throbbing Cock will be
disapointed of course..."

"Oh no daddy!"
She said, squeezing her legs so tightly around Paulie that his cock pumped up another 4 inches...
"I wan't this horny old devil!"

although the thought of losing Fifi to the Red Man's world, distressed Paulie, he couldn't help but be pleased with a mission well accomplished.

 

[mya]

Fifi...to the rescue!

Fifi came-to. Groggily she fought with both of her brain cells to remember where she was and why. Finally the last thing she remembered was being poked. First by Three Dog Lucky and then by the large needle. Her eyes widened in the darkness as she remembered that She was about to become Lucky…as opposed to get lucky, which she had no problem with. But being married to 2 men at once, now that was a problem—being referred to as anything ‘big’ was a problem for the bleached permed blonde and there as no way she was gonna lie still and get married to another man and have others call her "Bigga-Miss". Almost as an afterthought she tacked on, "Besides I wuv my Dolly and could never be apart from her!" Fifi loved Paulie more than life itself, but Dolly always came first in her little mind.

A fire crackled before her and she realized she was dressed in a soft doe skin dress. The beading was exquisite. Drum beats sounded with a regular rhythm and she heard chanting outside. She looked up at the coned ceiling. She appeared to be in a teepee. She felt her hair, and somehow, someone had managed to fight her curls into two braids. No one appeared to be about. She snuck to the opening of the tent on her hands and knees and peeked out. There appeared to be a lot of people around a huge fire and lots of horses milling about. And there in the centre of the circle of people was her Paulie! He was tied to a post, with a rope wrapped round and round and around him from shoulder, over his ample girth, to his feet. And beside him stood a whimpering Harvest Moon. Now she had to rescue both herself and Paulie! And where was Dolly and Earl. So help these people if they had hurt her babies!

She snuck up beside a pony and without much grace hooked one leg over it’s back. With much huffing and puffing, jumping and pulling, she managed to haul herself up onto the little horse’s back. Grabbing the reins, she dug her heels in and yelled "Jeronimo!" The little pony picked its pace up to a trot with Fifi jiggling atop its back into the middle of the circle of chanting men heading straight for Paulie who was still tied to the post. "I am coming my Love!" she screamed. A phrase and tone Paulie was very used to hearing…not quite like this. As she leaned over to untie Paulie’s bindings, huge lights flooded the entire area and a man with a mega phone hollared, "CUT! CUT!" Fifi nodded in agreement. Yes, yes, cut, cut…that’s what she needed a knife. She frantically worked at the knots with her fingers when the same man bellowed once again. "WHO IS THAT WOMAN. GET THAT CRAZY BROAD OFF MY SET!" Fifi looked around her for the woman of whom he bellowed about.

 

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"Fifi my sweet, desist or you shall blow our gig."
She paused in her frantic attempts to untie him. One long pigtail suddenly sprang up at a 90 degree angle,throwing her off balance, ( nothing it seemed could combat the decades of hairspray training her blonde locks had undergone.)

"Our gig!?" She tried desperately to lever the maverick hair down...her horse was restive...
"Our giggggg..gg..ggg..gg...."
She said as she hit the grown hard.

"Oh here sweety let me get that." Came a sugary voice.
Emerging from the crowd around Paulie was a huge breasted skinny woman with beehive hair, rhinestone glasses and leopard skin toreadore pants. Fifi thought she was looking at her twin sister!
"Hey Honey, I'm Estelle and I need just a minute to get that fuckin' pigtail back down again...
She was carrying wire and pliers and ..of course, hairspray.

"Never mind!...just NEVER MIND!"
Striding into the firelight came the diminuitive figure of Orson Testosterone, the 'enfant terrible' of the adult film industry.
Whose last documentary, "I Was A Teenage Porn Star" had edged out "Titanic" for the Platinum Penis Award. A remarkable acheivment for a lad only 19 years old!
His temper was legendary...even Paulie quacked before his wrath.
His schlong was even more so. For at 5 foot 2 inches, Orson sported the biggest dick in the industry. Something that from her seated vantage point, Fifi could witness at eye level as the irate figure approached her, spurs clanking in the dust.

 

[mya]

Fifi

Fifi had no idea what was going on. One moment she was rescuing her Paulie, the next some woman with incredibly good taste was trying to tame her pig tail. Before she could ask the woman where she’d bought her incredible outfit, some cowboy came "clinking" on up with his jingling spurs.

Fifi’s eyes were trained on his forward moving massive rock-hard penis. Fifi couldn’t help but lick her lips. Then she remembered where she was. She looked up at Paulie the confusion evident on her face. Then she looked at Estelle, instantly noting blue eyeshadow, her red lips and her painted on mole. The woman was the sight of perfection, she did not have a hair out of place. Then Fifi finally looked into the face of the man with the big dick. She recognized him and then with a huge smile, she turned to Paulie and said excitedly, "Hey Paulie, it’s him. You know…the guy from your movie. The one who makes that lady bowling team fuck him on the pool table. You know…his name is Long John Schlong in the show. Remember Honey?"

Turning back to the XXX movie star, Fifi holds out her hand, "Pleased to meet you Mr. Schlong. My husband Paulie here is your number one fan. He always buys your movies the moment they come out and then he plays your character in our bedroom games." Fifi eyed his large cock again. "And he’s very good Mr. Schlong," Fifi’s prattle carried on as she reached down to grasp the circumference of Orson’s cock with her fingers, "but he’s not quite as large as you are."

Testosterone had almost jumped back before Fifi’s fingers claimed him, but he was a bit slow as he had not quite expected this blonde bomb shell to help herself to his wares. And once her fingers had touched him, he decided to let her fondle him all she wanted. Her fingers were keeping him nice and hard for his next scene. Fifi’s obvious admiration for the prima donna actor soothed his anger and he could not help himself but to beam with pride before her. "My Dear Lady, please you may call me Mr. Testosterone! Estelle, get this lovely woman off the set, serve her a drink, and I’ll see to her after this take. And get one of my 8X10 glossies out, and I’ll be sure to autograph it for her later." He took Fifi’s free hand in his and kissed it. "Very soon my Dear, we will have a chance to visit."

Turning back to Paulie, he noted he was still fully clothed as was Harvest Moon. "Dammit all, this man is supposed to be naked! Some one at least cut his pants off of him!" He looked over at Harvest Moon’s dress and grabbed at the shoulder, and with a flourishing tug attempted to rip the deer hide dress from her body to no avail. Being the consummate actor, he merely continued on, "And get this lovely woman naked…NOW! And get on your knees and service this man Baby. I want close ups of her lips on his rod…I want the camera to catch the spurting of his cock." He turned back to Harvest Moon, "And I want your ass in the air so that when I ride in to save the day, my schlong will get to bury into your fine cunt! NOW PEOPLE!!!!!!!" he yelled again and was striding away. Fifi was led off the set by Estelle and settled into a Director’s chair with Testosterone written on the back. She quietly sat and watched the goings on. Somehow they’d stumbled into a XXX movie production and her Paulie was going to be a star! A star! She could barely contain her excitement.

 

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As Paulie watched his rampant cock slip between Harvest Moon's lips he looked up at Fifi and winked. Fifi grinned back and waved brightly. They'd apprently done their job very well!
The Indian girl was deep throating him like she loved it. Deep, deep into her hot tight mouth she took him, her hands cupping and squeezing his sack, rolling the balls against each other in delicious agony...if only his hands were free!
But he did his best with hip movements to show her his appreciation, thrusting up to meet her descending mouth.
He heard the thunder of hoofbeats and was momentarily distracted....but Harvest never looked up.
Then into the firelight stepped Long john Schlong, wielding the big 13...14...hell 15!...Paulie suddenly felt very inadequate...he glanced Fifi's way again but his sweet darlin was looking elsewhere!

"OK...Now I'm gonna give it to that injun gal, just like she deserves."
Schlong was positioned right behind HM's delightfully rounded rump.
"Ya hear me gal!/"
Not to bad an actor either!, Paulie thought.
The Girl nodded, sucking him even harder.
The cowboy gave Paulie a wink and drove that monstrous cock all the way into her pussy in one fast lunge.
She cried out and grabbed Paulies hips to keep from toppling forward, his wet hard cock sprang free of her mouth and throbbed against her cheek...
"My God...he's so MUCH bigger than you!"
she gasped out much to his dismay.

 

[mya]

Fifi

Fifi watched in earnest as the young Indian maiden swallowed Paulie’s meat as the well-hung actor rammed her from behind. Fifi could easily see Harvest Moon’s boobs swaying with the rhythm. Estelle continued to work on Fifi’s disobedient hair. More and more hair spray got slathered on to tame the wild curls back into their braids. Fifi rocked in the chair in time to Schlong’s fucking. Her own chest straining at the low cut neckline of her Indian wedding dress. Before she knew it her own fingers and slipped up her own thigh to massage the "itch" that the sight of the fornicating threesome had created in her own pussy. "Mmmmmmmmm," Fifi moaned as her fingers rubbed her own clit. Estelle’s grin merely grew at the sight of the bleached blonde pleasuring herself.

Estelle laid the hair brush and spray down, and turned to her basket of goodies. Digging through a mountain of paraphernalia she found what she was looking for. She slipped back to Fifi’s side and without turning the power on the appliance, she ran it up the inside of Fifi’s thigh. Fifi turned to look at Estelle, who merely smiled and continued with her task. The long fat dildo head was stroked over Fifi’s slit. Still perched in Schlong’s director’s chair, she moaned louder and spread her legs further lifting her skirt above her waist. Estelle slipped her scissors to Fifi’s white lace panties and cut them from between her legs. Fifi’s blonde triangle was exposed for anyone to see. Estelle touched the head to Fifi’s clit and turned the power on high. Fifi jumped and cried out, "Ohhhhhhhhh FUCK!".

"CUT!" the director yelled. "Hold it right there Schlong and you too slut," he said carelessly to Prairie Moon. Her mouth stopped, with Paulie’s dick buried down her throat. Schlong stopped with his dick buried deep in her pussy. Both men were sweating as they held off their own orgasms. The director strode purposefully up to Fifi and Estelle. Estelle continued to tease Fifi’s clit and slit with the vibrator. "Just who in the hell, do you think you are? Disturbing my movie like this?" His eyes focused on the sight of Fifi’s glistening cunt. Estelle turned the vibe off. Fifi cried out, "NOOOOOOOOOOO, more, please more!" The director’s pants grew. "You want more slut? More?" He turned back to Estelle. "Don’t touch her again. Got that? Do NOT touch her again. I want her hot and begging for the next scene. And right now, I have to finish this shot of the two wackers cumming inside the slut, before they finish their shots!" He looked back at Fifi, "No more playing with yourself Sweet Cheeks, at least not until I have this shot in the can!" He trailed his finger over her swollen clit because he could not resist. Then turning on his heel, he hollered, "ACTION!" And the film started rolling, and Schlong started fucking, and Prairie Moon started sucking again.

And as Fifi’s hands crept back to her needy cunt, two big burly men grabbed her arms and held them against the arms of the chair. There was no way she could get the relief she so desperately needed and thus no way her noise would again disturb the filming. As she watched, Paulie’s eyes squeezed tight, and mere seconds later he was spewing his spunk down Prairie Moon’s throat. And with a few more strokes, Mr. Schlong let go with his own cum. When both men were spent, neither Prairie Moon nor Fifi had cum yet. "Cut!" yelled the Director again. "Great scene everyone. Take five." The stage hands appeared and released Paulie from his bindings. Mr. Schlong strode off, his cock still half hard, "I’ll be in my trailer!" And Fifi watched still filled with need. "Change of scene," hollered the director, "get the Bordello ready, and the blonde too!" Fifi was lifted from the chair by the two burly men and carried to a stage set decorated as a brothel. Her eyes widened. "Me? Surely I’m not to be in a film? I am not an actress!"

Getting no answer, but warming up to the idea of being an actress she asked, "Do I get my own trailer?" Still no one responded. The Director hollered again. "Dammit. She's not supposed to be in the Indian wedding dress. Someone get her into her Madame's costume! NOW. I don't have all day!"