Max's Cafe # 5
by Paladin
After a long weary trip up the stairs, Old George flung open the
door and woke up little Sara. She looked really fine. George thought as the
his old pecker, only recently drained, stiffened again at just
the sight. Small tits and small everything. She looked at him
from her placed on the bed, chained in the room and said,
"Max finds you in here old man he'll cut off those puny balls,
and feed um to you. You'll knows I is his private stock."
"Get down on your knees and blow me bitch. I don't care nothing
bout Max. It's sucking I done come for." George said dropping his
pants and dragging Sara off the bed by her short blond hair.
He seated himself, comfortably using her pillow under his flat old
ass cheeks, on her bed and forced her to a position down between his
knees. He grabbed her hair and started to use her face like a fuck
toy.
Sara was use to this treatment from Max.
George was almost gentle with her, compared to Max, but their
was the stink of a pussy on his slimy dick. The dirty fucker
was disgusting. Till now Max had usually used her exclusively
himself when their were no customers. She hopped..
"I see what Max done told me be true. You'll be a frigid cunt.
Why he told me when you open your pretty legs and the heater
come on. ahhahahahhhhh." George said as he urged her to greater
effort by the twisting of her studded ears.
"Where is that coat hanger he told me you like soo much? Seems
like he said you need a little warming up, before you get into
the spirit of things."
Sara's blood ran cold. Her tits still ached at the very thought
of the pimp whip... She whirled her tongue around the filthy pud.
She swabbed the piss hole and fucked the stupid thing into her
throat. Anything to get him off before he finds the wire Max used
to train her. ANYTHING.....
As the bitter tasting goo spirited on her lapping tongue she
relaxed and heard,
"GEORGE YOU OLD PECKER HEAD GET DOWN HERE. WE GOT CUSTOMERS!! YOU
AIN'T DONE YET... TOO FUCKING BAD..." Max bellowed from the foot
of the stairs.
George looked down at his shrinking pecker and nodded to Sara.
She released her full lip lock on the now shrunken pud and looked
up at the old fart.
She sighed and kissed his balls. Then she said the obligatory,
"Thank you for the sweet tasting cum. I loved it. You be sure
to come back and ask for me and my mouth pussy. YA Hear."
She hated it. She resisted till the night Max instilled the
lesson on her tits and slit. Now she knew a whore had to
complement the patrons to get by here. Max's business demanded
it, and she was just one of the business fixtures, now.
George fastened up his pants. He patted her on her head and said,
"Keep them lips puckered up for me bitch. Max done gave me them
for the duration." He hastened out of the room to do his masters
bidding. George thought. He
started to get another woodie and quickly had to forget it.
................................................
"Lookie there you recognize that rig George?" Max inquired as
they viewed, on a surveillance screen, a huge chrome truck pull up
to their door.
"Must be Buck and Wilma's rig. Seems like they done got more
chrome since they's here last." George speculated. "Wonder what
they want? Sure ain't the fine food we got here, and that Wilma
keeps old Buck on a tight leash. So he wont be a wanting no
poon."
"Where be that stinking greaser cook." Max then demanded "Lazy
stinking greaser. Should make Bruce cook.... Na make too much
off'n his ass way it is, but we got to get another cook. Seems
every day something new be floting in the grub."
The door opened and a blast of hot air fought the air
conditioning inside the darkened bar.
A huge man and an amazonian woman entered. Leather clad, every inch
of them. Covered with chrome buckles and sprouting a pair of
handcuffs each on each hip.
"Buck, you old shit. How the hell are ya? And Wilma... when you
going to leave that old dick head and come work for me?" Max
demanded of the new comers.
"Get me a tequila and she'll have a beer." Buck demanded. (The
gentleman always orders for the lady don't he.)
"Beer shit give me a tequila sunrise." Wilma demanded. (So much
for decorum!)
Buck took his drink and swallowed it in one gulp. Max pored
another and that too disappeared into the 'beer' belly on old
Buck.
After half of the third, Buck smiled and began, "I ... that is
Wilma and I got something to trade. So I thunk o' my old friend
Max... He always be on the look out for 'talent'. So I.. we
drove clear on over here to give you pick of the litter. That
and to get a dust cutting swallow or three."
"Well I got a lot of stuff right now and well..." Max began.
"Come on, I told you this old fool was too stupid to do a deal with.
Martinia..." Wilma began.
"Martina...Mar...You'd deal with that thieving mex bandit?? Why
he'll rob you blind.. I do the best deals in this here town and I
be a good old boy to boot. You can count on me... You know that
Buck.. Wilma I'm hurt you'd mention that mex in my place.. I done
thought we's buddies... What trade goods we jawing bout anyway?"
Max demanded with a whipped pup expression face peaking out from
his shaggy unkempt hair covering.
"Well you see we was just going along. Minding our own business.
When these here teens in a 'vertable come up on us and started to
be ... annoying." Buck began. He paused to sip the harsh snake
piss in his glass for refreshment and effect.
"Bunch of teenie boppers they was. Cheer leaders fresh from some
win at some shitty community college or something." Wilma
interjected to speed up the thing.
"Yea'" Buck went on after Max pored the fourth drink. "Well you
see they was trying to pass on this here little old curve and
that kinda of pissed me off.. Wilma too."
"Ya and they was shooting us the finger so I done reached down
and got old Betsy." Buck said, "And I done convinced then to pull
over. Be kind of hard to drive less a rear tire, or two."
"Well Wilma, she was driving, wheeled the old truck over and I
done got out to show um the error of their ways."
"Liked to busted his britches, he did, when he seen the crop of
young titties them bitches done raised." Wilma added disgusted
like. She too held out her glass for a second refill.
"Well you know I 'preciate a fine titted frame now and then," then
seeing Wilma's cold stair Buck hastily added, "course none of um
be in your class honey bunch."
"We done thunk to put the fear of god in them bitches. So right
cold like...I says, 'Hands up!', with old Betsy starring their
dumb asses down."
"Lucky none of um said 'BOO'. Old fool would of peeded his
pants." Wilma said and took a sip of her drink as Buck glared at
her.
"Shit I done...." Buck began to argue.
"Aw quite your jawin and finish up. Can't you see Max has a
business to run." Wilma demanded of the maddning Buck.
"Lookie here folks. I'd like to plaber all day but as she done
said, I got's a business to run. You was going to tell me of this
trading material you got. Preferably afore my beard grows so long
I trip over the sucker." Max demanded in an attempt to hurry up
Bucks long winded tail.
"See I done old ya... We go down south and Mar..." Wilma began.
"Tarnation woman, be you part mex? I don't even know what we
talking bout and you wants to go south. Buck... You and me go way
back here and I be hurt you let her talk like that to me." Max.
"You're right!" Buck said. Annoyed at the interruption of his
story and being demeaned in Max's eye, he leaned over and
slapped Wilma the fool right out o' Wilma, causing her to go
right down off'n her bar stool. "Bitch gettin..."
BLAM
Wilma shot Buck in the back as he turned to go on with his tale.
(Bitch done had a .38 in her boot. One of those snubbie nose
revolvers, it was.)
Annoyed Buck turned around and looked at the small hole bleeding
his red blood.
"You bitch...." He muttered and commenced to advancing upon the
now scrambling leather clad woman.
BLAM .... BLAM .... BLAM BLAM BLAM
Wilma emptied her .38 into her former mate as she backed up
trying to subdue the fool.
Buck still reached her. He grabbed her by the throat and finally
managed to strangle her before expiring.
Max had stopped George from interfering in the little 'family
dispute'.
"Plumb terrible what people do to one nother. Ain't it." Max
observed. "George go get his keys and lets see what they
wanted to trade. Now we never going to hear Buck's fine story.
Women..."
"Shouldn't we go get Walt to take care of this?" George asked.
"Think a minute you dumb fuck. If they's got something illegal in
that there rig of their'n it would plumb sully their fine
sterling reputation. We better look it over first. After all, You
done heard him say, they done come here to give us pick of the
litter." Max eulogized over his fallen 'friends'.
"Yea guess you're right." George observed going through Bucks
pockets. "Plumb shame she done ventilated this here fine leather
vest, course the pants is fine." George looked up and asked,
"Think he'd mind if I took um?"
'You know.. we could take up out back and hold little private
service. Just you, me, and their closest friends." Max observed
with a beer bottle in his fist. "You know that leather cat suit
or her'n be right comely on the red headed beaver ... when she
needs duds. Yea I think that's what we do. Help me strip un and
drag um in the freezer till closing time. Yea then we go see
what them crazy truckers done brought to trade."
The task accomplished Max drove the huge truck to the back of the
bar and he opened the large door.
"UNNNN UNNN NNNNNN" greeted he and George from the dark,
steiflingly hot interior of the cargo box.
"Shit... George go get me a light. Smell like something done died
in here." Max demanded. "But I also done smells poon.."
George returned with a light and then he too climbed into the
cargo box of the truck. Their was a sporty car (some what the
worse for the two flat tires and some dents and scratches) and
chained in front of the car were three naked females. Their
necks were connected to a chain fastened to each side of the box's
cross members.
They too were somewhat the worse for their ordeal. A leather gag
was padlocked in each mouth, effectively silencing the hapless
females in their boiling stifling prison.
"Now don't that beet all. Old Buck and Wilma up and dying and
leaving these 'trade goods' on our door?" Max observed as he
sought to undo the locks holding the nudes to the box, with keys
from the ring they had found on old Buck.
It was hotter than blazes in that box but to save them wilted
souls Max and George endured till the securing chain was undone.
"Now come on girlies we gots to get you little heinies out of
here 'fore you'll melt." Max observed holding an end of the
chain and leading the stumbling nude captives in to the light.
The captives, after being roasted in the box for most of the day
did not object. Then covered their treasures with their hands as
best they could and limped out into the light. The paused at the
drop off the back of the box but Max jumped down and slowly
pulled the now reluctant females out and onto the ground in back
of the cafe.
"UUUFNFNNENNN" they tried to draw his attention to the gags and
the chain around their necks.
"Yea well lets get you'll inside afore you burn to a crisp in
this here sun light." Max said and he advanced into the bars rear
door with the chain end still firmly rapped around his right
hand.
went through Max's
mind.
