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White Slave

Chapter 8

                                  White Slave
                                   Chapter 8

      Chris' mouth just sort of hung open for a minute as she mindlessly
climbed the last of the carpeted steps and walked into Roger's apartment where
the blaring sounds of music could be heard, along with the wafting smell of
sweet-smelling hashish being burned in a pipe.  "You didn't say anything about
dope, Sandy.  You know what happens to me when I get stoned.  I loose control
and do things I shouldn't.  I don't want these men to think I'm a common
whore."

      Suddenly there was a tall, well dressed Spanish-looking man standing
before her, looking very grim at first, but quickly smiling warmly.  "Hello,
I'm Jose.  You must be Chris."

      "Yes... uh, how do you do?" she managed weakly.

      Before either of them could speak again, there was a loud booming
bass-drum of a voice from inside.  "Bring 'em on in, Jose! The party's on in
here!"  They were quickly hustled to the living room in the back where Roger
had replaced the normal lightbulbs for red ones.  Chris was astonished to see
that she and Sandy were the only women at the party.  In the living room
several men -- she couldn't count -- sat around smoking hashish and cigarettes.
Jose introduced the girls to each man individually.

      One man, taller then the others, held out his hand and Chris took it
instinctively.  His name was Neil.  Typical of the Spanish, he had large brown
eyes and perfect white teeth.  Chris' grimace faded to a slow growing smile.
These men looked undemanding and well-dressed; there was no reason for her to
feel like a cheap date.  Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn't it?
After tonight, she could forget about paying the rent, forget about having to
find a job; and for all that she'd do anything.

      "Let me get you a drink," Jose offered, heading for the kitchenette to
pour two glasses of wine for the girls.  Chris felt uncomfortably like a harem
girl on the sale block, but she resigned herself to enduring it.  There were
whispered asides and chuckles from some of the men who sat busily eyeing the
two girls. The opinions of a bunch of strangers meant nothing to her, not in
the face making one hundred dollars for being sociable!

      She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb steer in a
moving herd; and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and
somehow, the words came out.  Another joint was making the rounds, a different
kind this time, something one of the Mexican men pulled out of his jacket.
Chris dutifully took her puff in turn, and nearly choked at the incredible
potency of this grass.  Jesus, it was nothing like the other!  This was so
strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs!

                                  *    *    *

      Whatever it was that happened next, in the next hour -- or was it two
hours? is anybody's guess, for surely Chris will never know.  All she remembers
now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly-rolled joint with the
pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end, and before she knew it, the room had
changed. Some of the men had left, gone were the soft red lamps, and in their
place was an unused bedroom, strewn and soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses,
lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles; it
looked more like a fraternity house, she later mused, than an adult's
apartment.

      Sandy was there, and both of the Mexican men -- Jose and Neil -- and
three other men from the party, one she remembered.  Doug. Just she and Sandy
and five men!

      I must be going nuts!  What am I doing in this room with these people?
And smoking grass, I've never been so loaded in my life.  Have I completely
lost my mind?

      "Here, honey, try some," said a voice.  It was Sandy, holding what looked
like a tiny silver spoon between her fingers, filled with some powdery grains.

      "What is it?" she asked.  "I don't need anything more except for a cup of
strong coffee."

      "This is far better than coffee, honey," laughed one of the men.  "It's
cocaine."

      Chris drew in her breath.  "Oh no," she gasped.  "I've had enough." Sandy
squeezed her shoulder affectionately.  "Chris, it's not hard stuff.  In fact,
it's not addictive at all.  It'll make you feel a lot better, clear your head.
It's really good for making you think clearly.  Go ahead, just sniff it up your
nose and hold it, and don't sneeze, it you can help it."

      Sandy held the miniature spoon under her nostril and Chris, finally,
breathed it up into her sinuses, but she wasn't prepared for what she
experienced.  Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, everything
intensified, all her thoughts seemed ordered and well-contained.  And this
room, this whole scene, seemed somehow under control, as if nothing could
happen to her because she knew what was going on and was in control of every
second.  It was weird, wonderfully weird, the feeling of exhilaration and power
and confidence that that one sniff of the powder had given her.

      But there was something else, something Sandy and the others knew about,
but Chris had yet to learn.  Another of the interesting side effects of
cocaine, and effect the boys and Sandy were quite looking forward to... cocaine
is one of nature's best aphrodisiacs!  With a little coke... man, the feelings!
Jose's people had a saying, "A little coke makes any cock bigger!" and it was
true, nothing heightened the feelings and the sensations of fucking better!
What Chris didn't realize was that she had just inhaled enough into her brain
to turn her into a helpless, uncontrolled sex-machine!

      Chris was wearing a yellow jumpsuit that perfectly set off the beautiful
curves of her long trim thighs and calves, and she had risen to her feet, a
little unsteadily at first from the feeling of exhilaration of the coke, and
was weaving slowly and gently to to the sound of recorded music from the large
speakers in Roger's living room beyond.  Like every room in the house, the
bedroom was wired for music.

      Chris felt lightheaded, as if she would float off the edge of the chair
if she didn't hold on.  She became fascinated with the red shadows cast by the
red lightbulbs.

      Swaying smoothly from side to side, Sandy reached for the zipper that ran
down the front of her garment.  She pulled slowly on the zipper of the
jumpsuit, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to
remove her clothes before these strangers.  Chris, like the two men beside her,
was entranced, mesmerized by what her roommate was about to do.  Sandy was a
fantastic dancer, and Chris never wearied of watching her perform, whether it
was in front of a bedroom mirror or in public.  The girl definitely had a gift
for rhythm.

      The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric
current.  The brunette's hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and
grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Chris looked on
excitedly.  She tossed her long black hair from side to side, letting it drape
freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
She eased the zipper down to her navel exposing enough of her ample cleavage to
start the two Mexicans breathing quickly and heavily. Her ripely full young
breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garment peeking
from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of warm flesh.  One last
tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to
side. Jose and Neil's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched
this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping
before their eyes, stripping herself to her ripe, full nakedness.  But best of
all, she was going to be theirs for fucking.  Jose and Neil knew why this had
been planned -- they'd have to be fools not to know this whole thing was set up
to be nothing more that the Roman coliseum spectacles, Nubian savages hauled to
Rome to amuse the funseekers.  This was what was expected of them, and they
knew it, but it didn't matter -- not with a couple of chicks like this! Neither
of them had had college girls before, and to start with one like this brunette,
Christ, it was too good to be true.  Who cared who saw it!  They'd give them a
show, all right, show these other men what a real man could do with a
hot-blooded girl like this.  Yes sir, they'd give them a show they'd never
forget!

      Jose could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants,
straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to penetrate this lovely
creature.  He tried to imagine what her pussy would be like... wet and soft,
pink and warm and vulnerable... just waiting for his long, hard, big brown cock
to fill her like she'd never been filled before.

      Sandy lifted one softly firm breast with her hand, just enough to feel
its full voluptuousness as it stood taut, high and quivering from the touch of
her own fingers slowly flowing caressingly over the warmly supple flesh.  Her
gleaming tits seemed to be swirling in a dance of their own, shivering with the
beat of the music as it wafted from the wall-mounted speakers, inviting the two
men forward as the others watched.  Their eyes were agog, as Sandy urged Jose
and Neil to take her throbbing nipples in their hotly wet mouths, seemingly
begging them to answer the gnawing, churning animal need in her white belly --
a need as old as the beginning of time.

      Balancing on one foot, she tugged the jumpsuit down to her ankles and
yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her little pink
panties between the eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness.  Chris was
staring, watching with eyes that saw but did not believe.  Sandy's tiny panties
were not enough to cover completely her magnificently formed buttocks, as she
spun slowly around before them, they could all see where the long flowing curve
of her smoothly unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined
the arching fleshy swell of her buttocks.  Half of each firm, ivory white cheek
was nakedly revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties.  Above, in the
deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at them like warm, black
eyes at the tip of her spine.

      Except for the sound of the music, there wasn't a noise to be heard in
the stuffy, close room as the drugged girl ground her ripely flaring hips back
and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring anyone to yank the thin filmy
panties down from her slender young waist, over the tenderly sensitive flesh of
her smooth inner thighs.  Her fingers hooked in the tight band of her panties,
and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her
buttocks, her back demurely turned like a professional stripper might, and her
ass poked out in jaunty invitation toward the perspiring audience.

      They gasped aloud, all of them, at their first real glimpse of the
gorgeous young white girl's warmly naked ass, the glow of light form the
candles reflecting as if in a mirror on the smoothly gleaming flesh of her full
rounded mounds.  Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting
cheeks of her ass, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice beneath the
smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks, where the soft swell joined her milky
thighs.  She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the two
Mexicans, rotating it lustily in an unmistakable lewd sexual invitation.

      She revelled in what she was doing -- offering herself bodily to two
Mexicans, right here in her landlord's apartment!  The wicked, forbidden thrill
of it all wildly excited her, and she hungered for their huge brown pricks
inside of her, fucked hard and deep between her white milky thighs.

      She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin mounds apart,
obscenely displaying the tightly puckered little brown ring of her anus, the
taut nether ring opening and closing as she tensed the strong muscles in her
ass.  Over the whispered, excited mumblings of the three other men, Jose and
Neil's heavy breathing drowned out all other sounds in the small candle-lit
room.  Nothing was in their minds now except the hotly beckoning little hole of
the young brunette's anus, puckered open like a small taut mouth just waiting
for the long stiff lengths of their aching cocks to bore deep up into her
insides, to tunnel into her back hole like miners searching for gold.

      Sandy's nakedly gleaming ass rotated on its own axis as she alternately
relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around,
facing the two Mexicans, seemingly mindless of her friend.  Chris, sitting
stupefied to her right and stoned out of her mind from the powerful combination
of marijuana and cocaine, watching everything with glazed, unbelieving eyes.
With both hands, Sandy lifted the bountiful fullness of her breasts, offering
them wordlessly to the two brown men.  Jose and Neil were the only men standing
now; the other men had retreated to the living room, their hands in their laps
to conceal their aching hard-ons as they watched this nakedly luscious white
girl offer herself like a slave to the boys.  They had not paid for the right
to enjoy these two girls, much to their chagrin.  But fair was fair, after all.

      Now Sandy tantalizingly opened her palms down over the trim curve of her
waist, over the smooth expanse of flesh warmly gleaming in the candle light.
With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only
the soft thicket of pubic hair at the bottom of her pelvis, and the moistly
heated pink lips beneath.  Her thighs parted as she lowered the filmy nylon
garment like a flat of unconditional surrender, nakedly exposing the vee at the
top of her supple thighs in the flickering candlelight of that heated room. She
continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and
along her bare legs; then she stepped out of them and tossed them at Jose's
feet.

      In the closed room, the air was suddenly charged as if by lightning
bolts; she was no completely naked before the two Mexican men and the men
peeking around the door jam from the living room.  There was nothing left to
the imagination.  Chris was shocked back to reality; she tried to look away, to
hide her face from this wanton spectacle, as if it was wrong for her to be
there, to see her friend degrade herself this way.  But the incredible
combination of marijuana and cocaine once again asserted its grip on her -- she
couldn't look away!  She was drawn back to the salacious scene as if by some
ancient black magic ritual, to the wickedly exciting vision of her old friend
stripped naked like this in front of these men, two of them weren't even
Americans!

      Sandy opened her legs, giving the closest ones, Jose and Neil, an
unobstructed view of her nakedly unguarded cuntal hole and her puckered pussy
lips moistly glistening with her own love juices.  There was a sudden rustling
as the three heated men from the living room made a mad dash, shuffling for
positions on the mattresses, maneuvering for a better glimpse of this
brunette's lewd dance.  Next time they would know better; when Roger said he
had two hot ones, he meant hot!

      "Bet you'd like some of that, huh, Neil?" shouted one hootingly.

      "You better believe it, brother," came his fast, unruffled reply.  He
knew what they were thinking... but to hell with all of them!  He was going to
get some white pussy tonight, and it suited him all the better that these other
men would bear witness. This way, nobody would ever doubt his story, and
besides, he liked the idea of others watching as one of their friends got
fucked.

      Sandy leaned backwards, scraping her long lustrous hair to the floor as
she swept her head wildly from side to side.  The tempo of the music from the
speakers had suddenly picked up and with it, Sandy's savagely wanton dance grew
more and more frantic, flickering colors radiated from the melting candles to
cast a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the warmly gleaming
curves and valleys of her ripe young body.

      With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and
slipped them down over her body into the warm crevice between her parted
thighs.  Her fingers spread the pink ragged lips of her pussy as she leaned
back, opening the moistly hot passage to the hungry stares of all five men.

      Jose could take it no longer -- not that he was any more excited than his
friend Neil, it was just simply that Jose was too far gone from the cocaine and
grass to respond as quickly and he stood mesmerized by the girl's writhing
passion.  But not Jose! In what seemed less than an instant, he moved in close
to the nakedly dancing girl, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them to the
floor as he stepped clear of them.

      Baby, oh, baby, this here cock of mine is goin' so deep inside your sweet
littl' white ass you'll think it's comin' out the top of your head!

      "Come here, baby.  I've got some good, good meat for you!" And as he
spoke, he pulled off his undershorts and yanked them down his muscular brown
legs.  His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, hard and
gleaming along its full thick length.  Sandy looked only at his huge,
frightening cock, sticking out from his rock hard loins like a flag staff from
the side of a building.  And suddenly she was afraid... It'll kill me!  I've
never seen a cock so huge!  I could never take that thing up inside me!

      He circled her like a lion stalking his prey, sizing up her youthfully
firm nakedness, exploring with his hungry eyes every inch, every crevice of her
deliciously ripe young body.  She trembled as she anticipated what was next,
fearful literally for her life as she stared in horrified fascination at the
awesome symbol of his manhood rising from his sweating pelvis like some vicious
weapon.  His brown muscles rippled as he moved, obviously he was in excellent
physical condition, probably a weight lifter or a physical fitness nut.  She
couldn't see an ounce of flab anywhere on his body, his legs and arms were
thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed
muscles.  He had the look of power about him, and Sandy suddenly had the
terrifying feeling that she was going to be raped by an animal, that his
awesome sexual energy was somehow linked to that untapped forbidding well of
animal passion, the jungles of the Amazon itself.

      He could feel his balls aching with desire as he looked over the naked
young girl; he'd never seen one so beautiful before, as he'd only been in the
states a few days.

      "Oh honey, I'm going to fuck you, sweet white bitch, like you've never
been fucked before, you little Gringo!  I'm gonna make you wish you'd been born
brown like me so you could have had me all your life!"

      He wished he could see into the other girl's mind, know what she must be
thinking as she watched her girl friend about to get fucked by a Mexican. Shit,
she was probably soaked between her legs just from looking at his cock! Wait
'til she sees it goin' in nice and easy, all wet and slick and hard, sunk to
the hilt in this white bitch's cunt!

      "Down on your knees, bitch!  I got something I want first... you take
care of me, and I'll do the same for you."

      Sandy obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly
down on all fours at the huge naked man's feet, her bare thighs and soft white
buttocks quivering helplessly as she cringed before him awaiting his command.
She was a bought woman and she knew it.

      Sandy was a shivering mass of sensitized nerve endings as she knelt
before him, worked into a sexual frenzy by the fury of her own lascivious
striptease, and now, uncontrollably, she found herself reaching for the
incredibly long shaft of his glistening brown cock; reverently, in awe, her
fingers sought to touch it, to do homage to its majestic hugeness as it stood
out, now fully hard and erect, like a boom of a sailing ship from his wiry
loins.  A minuscule seeping of his seminal fluid poised on the blood-engorged
tip of the enormous organ.

      He kneeled over her straddling her and wallowing in the reckless thrill
of watching this brunette, sex-crazy white bitch writhing so voluptuously
between his legs, her fingers gently, lovingly, wrapped around the wrist-thick
shaft of his brown prick and he inched forward, on his knees now, pushing her
back onto the mattress until the soft white flesh of her body was flattened
beneath him. He eased forward, lasciviously rubbing his naked crotch along a
trim supple length of her helplessly writhing form, his brown thighs and heavy
dark balls insinuating themselves over the smooth whiteness of her translucent
young skin; his buttocks pressed down onto the smoothly rounded nakedness of
the white Gringo's bare breasts and he could feel the tiny pink tips of her
hard little nipples rubbing against his ass as she squirmed in nervous
anticipation beneath him.  He caught a glimpse of the three other men out of
the corner of his vision, all of them hunched excitedly on their mattress
perches, their mouths hanging open laxly as they watched this wanton spectacle
unfolding before their amazed eyes.  Fuck, he'd give 'em all a show!

      "Open those pretty little lips, cause I want a little cock-sucking
first."

      Sandy knew better than to resist now; the man's feelings, a long time of
desire and frustration, were all reflected in his dark eyes; and suddenly, she
knew this was to be a long, long night.

      With one hand, he lifted her head, gripping the thick black hair and
pulling her up toward his long impatiently throbbing cock.  With the other, he
forced the lengthy dark shaft of his danglin cock downward so that it brushed
the girl's wetly ovalled lips.  He circled her mouth with the swollen dark
head, brushing a thin smear of the white seminal discharge from the end of it
over her lips and chin.

      "Open your mouth... nice and wide!"  Sandy reluctantly obeyed, though the
humiliation of lewdly lying like this before her best friend and the other men
was far worse than she could have ever imagined.  Her mind was still reeling
from the drugs, and she fantasized that she was a Mexican wife, caught as
hostage by a revolting crowd of Mexican peasants.  And now, as an example to
the others, she was to be wantonly, inhumanely, ravished and abused... an
outlet for hundreds of years of denials and frustrated repression.

      Jose slipped the thick hard head of his cock along her saliva-thickened
tongue and deep into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down
her throat.  She clamped her lips around the huge brown cock, and then began
licking wildly at the swollen, throbbing tip, swirling her tongue over the
sensitive little hole at the end.  In her state of drug-induced fantasizing,
she felt she was still the plantation owner's wife and that she had to do her
best to please him, for she shuddered to think what those enormous brown hands
of his could do to her frail body is she displeased him, refused him any
favors, no matter how degrading or disgusting.

      Sandy couldn't see Chris or Neil, but she knew they would be watching as
she hungrily licked and swirled her quivering pink tongue along the full brown
length of his glistening cock imbedded in her mouth.  It reflected the
flickering candlelight as it slithered wetly from her wide-stretched, ovalled
lips; every thrust forward of his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the huge throbbing
cock further down her bruised throat passage.  The girl explored every pore of
the enormous prick, holding her fingers securely around its thick hairy base as
she felt the shivers of heatedly savage desire rippling through his belly as
her tongue licked the distended tip clean of its sticky seminal emissions. His
deep painful thrusts became faster as she swirled her tongue tantalizingly
around the throbbing head.

      Jose couldn't take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the
young white girl lying so helplessly beneath him.  He could feel her warmly
taut breasts heaving under him, her nipples poking into the brown flesh of his
ass as she breathed heavily in her wanton excitement.  Her pale-pink lips were
stretched grotesquely as she strained to fit the thick bulk of his brown prick
buried to the hilt in her throat, gagging as she tried vainly to accommodate
the hot fleshy cudgel that threatened to completely choke her any second.  Her
dark hair fanned out behind her like a halo; she was a white love goddess...
and she was his to do with as he pleased.

      His balls rubbing over his chin, he stepped up the pace of his assault on
her white face, grinding his pelvis against her until her nose was rubbing into
the hairs above his cock.

      It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his
prick filled her tender throat hole to capacity.  She waited until there was a
chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back
thrust, and gulped down a quick swallow of saliva and seminal juices that were
almost choking her. It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed, and the
thick shaft bored even deeper into her hotly working mouth.  His hands were on
her hips, unnecessary now for she offered him no resistance, and he was
grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his sperm-laden
testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every inch of his hardened cock. He
suddenly stepped up the pace faster still, ramming the full throbbing length
far down her throat, as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face.  He
didn't look around, but he knew his friends must be going out of their minds
watching a show like this.  But dammit, he'd paid enough for this little bitch
to put out for him, and he was going to get his moneys worth.

      Sandy caught a glimpse of Neil, standing just a few feet away.  He had
his cock out!  It was as big as his friend Jose's, and he looked as though he
aimed to use it!

      Jose suddenly jerked back as if in terrific pain, his head thrown back,
his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick brown cock as far as it
would go down the bruised throat of the girl, his sperm-bloated balls dangling
over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face.  She couldn't breathe
-- the huge shaft blocked her throat and his wetly matted hair covered her
nostrils like a damp cloth... and then it happened.  The final act in this
lascivious tableau, the ultimate humiliation. The enormous brown hose tightly
imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its white hot load deep down
into her belly, spurt after spurt of the thick fluid cascaded down her bruised
throat in wet, oozing waves, soothing the battered and ravaged flesh as it
drained salaciously down into her white heaving belly.  Sandy's cheeks hollowed
to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips to stream down
her cheek to the floor below as she lay on her back, naked and helpless, her
legs apart so that the others could see far up between her thighs.  They saw
her naked hairlined slit, as well as the wanton sight of her milking this brown
man's balls dry.  And they all found their arousal growing hotter with each
passing second.

      "That's it, bitch, every drop!  Suck it clean, honey!" Jose crooned, a
satisfied grin on his darkly handsome face.

      The pungent liquid filled her mouth as one last time she gulped it down
to join the rest filling her excitedly quivering belly.  He gave one last
shuddering gasp, smashing his loins down against her face, smearing the hotly
oozing flow around her nose and cheeks, as the huge brown organ began to
soften, turning rubbery between her tightly compressed lips.  He pulled it free
with a lewd sucking sound, and it trailed a stream of white sticky sperm over
her naked young breasts and along her belly as he rocked back onto his heels.
Sandy could breathe again freely for the first time since he had crouched over
her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell as she gasped hungrily to fill her
aching lungs.

      For the first time since he'd started fucking her, there was whispered
conversation again in the dimly-lit room from the other men huddled together a
few feet away, their eyes on Chris as she sat on the edge of a mattress, her
eyes glazed over from the drugs.

      "Well, how about you, Neil?" hooted one of the men.  "Think you can top
that?"  Neil was standing to the side his hand already on his waiting, eagerly
throbbing cock.  Chris turned instinctively and gasped as she saw it, only
vaguely aware that it was meant for her.  She had fleeting thoughts of running,
of escaping, but for the moment, she was paralyzed, unable even to stand
unaided.

      "Hey, honey," came the menacing voice.  Chris turned and faced its
source. "Looks like you and me got somethin' to work on."

      The befuddled young girl felt hands touch her shoulders, then her arms,
and suddenly there seemed to be strong male hands all over her, pushing her,
prodding her to her feet.

      The jeering voices came through the darkness again, over the raucous roar
of the stereo speakers.  "C'mon girl, here's your chance for some meat!  Let's
see what you can do!"



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