Urban Legend: A Most Perverted Tale Serialization Part Three
Fiction & Literature, LGBT, Gay, Romance, Erotica
| Author: | BB Ellioto | ISBN: | 9781370199945 |
| Publisher: | BB Ellioto | Publication: | November 13, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | BB Ellioto |
| ISBN: | 9781370199945 |
| Publisher: | BB Ellioto |
| Publication: | November 13, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
READ PART ONE FIRST!
The complete, unedited Urban Legend about Naughty Alphonso's Adult Videos & Toys. Six horny, uninhibited teens are given free rein to try out everything and anything in a well-stocked sex shop. What could possibly go wrong? Just ask Ajay, the fresh teen who was bound to a St. Andrews Cross, blindfolded and ear-budded, then fitted with a Venus 2000 masturbator. Or just ask the exhausted, hunky store clerk that the girls tied face-up to a leather covered sex horse. He was witness to the bizarre events and as the girls immobilized and mercilessly used sex toy, became a party to them.
This is the tale of what took place before, after and during the teens visit. Naughty Al, before he left, encouraged the group to “try out anything and everything. My store is your store.” Did they take him up on his offer? Oh yes…in ways that even Naughty Al could not have imagined.
EXCERPT from Part Two:
“There it is, straight up ahead!” Jack exclaimed. A faded sign announced Naughty Alphonso’s Adult Video’s and Toy’s. They stopped in front.
Suddenly the door slammed wide. Out burst a tall unkempt, twentyish black man. He was carrying a heavy briefcase under his arm...and a machete. Looking back the way he came, he ran right into Jack and his bicycle. They fell with a crash to the sidewalk with Jack on top. The machete flew into the gutter. Jack’s bike took out Ajay and his bike, who also went sprawling.
“Get off of me,” the thief screamed, “or expects to lose your mutha fucken head.”
Three more men burst from the door as the black man threw Jack against the building. Scrabbling for the machete, the thief brushed past Nadine who swiftly kicked him in the balls from behind. He collapsed in the gutter.
One of the men out the door turned out to be Naughty Alphonso...and his store clerk. Alphonso assessed the situation. He took in Jack who was breathing hard and at Ajay who was picking himself off the walk. He winked at Nadine.
“Nice footwork, babe.” He expansively opened his arms. “You guys are heroes!” he exclaimed. “You saved our, ah,” he had to think, “Payroll. That’s right, payroll.” He hurriedly picked up the briefcase.
“You guys all right?” Alphonso asked.
“Master of the Short Reels, we are,” Ajay responded, dusting himself off.
Al looked them over. The girls were gorgeous, the boys handsome. They were well coifed, nails neat and clean; their clothing was expensive, new and trendy. But what was most revealing were their uber expensive Italian and French racers. These were children of Brookline elite. And all roughed up. In front of his place. Shit.
“You saved my ass, guys,” Al said, clearly relieved. “Were you going to visit my store?”
“Yes, we wanted to...”
"Perfect!" He turned. “Sam!”
“Yes sir!”
“Give these heroes the red carpet treatment,” he ordered. “Open a bottle of that Bollinger champagne for them.”
“Um, sir,” Sam said worriedly, “they are over 18 but not yet 21. Are you sure?”
“Heroes get special treatment,” Alphonso stated, “regardless of age. Agreed?”
“Yes sir!!” You don’t question The Crush. Ever.
“Good. Gotta go. Teach this scum a lesson. But look. Sam, I want you to close the store until I get back. Except to these heroes. Let them shop.” He turned back to the teens. “I’m going to give you free run of the store. If there’s anything you want, anything, you just ask Sam. Try anything out you please. Play around. Experiment. Have fun! It’s all on me. My treat. And Sam. These young people saved me. They are heroes and I aim to treat them like they are. Got it?”
“Yes sir,” Sam grinned.
Al Crush slid into a car. “Keep the champagne flowing!” he said, slamming the door. The car took off and in moments it was gone.
Sam turned to his new charges. “Well, well, well,” he murmured. “You’d better get your bikes around back. I’ll let you in.”
READ PART ONE FIRST!
The complete, unedited Urban Legend about Naughty Alphonso's Adult Videos & Toys. Six horny, uninhibited teens are given free rein to try out everything and anything in a well-stocked sex shop. What could possibly go wrong? Just ask Ajay, the fresh teen who was bound to a St. Andrews Cross, blindfolded and ear-budded, then fitted with a Venus 2000 masturbator. Or just ask the exhausted, hunky store clerk that the girls tied face-up to a leather covered sex horse. He was witness to the bizarre events and as the girls immobilized and mercilessly used sex toy, became a party to them.
This is the tale of what took place before, after and during the teens visit. Naughty Al, before he left, encouraged the group to “try out anything and everything. My store is your store.” Did they take him up on his offer? Oh yes…in ways that even Naughty Al could not have imagined.
EXCERPT from Part Two:
“There it is, straight up ahead!” Jack exclaimed. A faded sign announced Naughty Alphonso’s Adult Video’s and Toy’s. They stopped in front.
Suddenly the door slammed wide. Out burst a tall unkempt, twentyish black man. He was carrying a heavy briefcase under his arm...and a machete. Looking back the way he came, he ran right into Jack and his bicycle. They fell with a crash to the sidewalk with Jack on top. The machete flew into the gutter. Jack’s bike took out Ajay and his bike, who also went sprawling.
“Get off of me,” the thief screamed, “or expects to lose your mutha fucken head.”
Three more men burst from the door as the black man threw Jack against the building. Scrabbling for the machete, the thief brushed past Nadine who swiftly kicked him in the balls from behind. He collapsed in the gutter.
One of the men out the door turned out to be Naughty Alphonso...and his store clerk. Alphonso assessed the situation. He took in Jack who was breathing hard and at Ajay who was picking himself off the walk. He winked at Nadine.
“Nice footwork, babe.” He expansively opened his arms. “You guys are heroes!” he exclaimed. “You saved our, ah,” he had to think, “Payroll. That’s right, payroll.” He hurriedly picked up the briefcase.
“You guys all right?” Alphonso asked.
“Master of the Short Reels, we are,” Ajay responded, dusting himself off.
Al looked them over. The girls were gorgeous, the boys handsome. They were well coifed, nails neat and clean; their clothing was expensive, new and trendy. But what was most revealing were their uber expensive Italian and French racers. These were children of Brookline elite. And all roughed up. In front of his place. Shit.
“You saved my ass, guys,” Al said, clearly relieved. “Were you going to visit my store?”
“Yes, we wanted to...”
"Perfect!" He turned. “Sam!”
“Yes sir!”
“Give these heroes the red carpet treatment,” he ordered. “Open a bottle of that Bollinger champagne for them.”
“Um, sir,” Sam said worriedly, “they are over 18 but not yet 21. Are you sure?”
“Heroes get special treatment,” Alphonso stated, “regardless of age. Agreed?”
“Yes sir!!” You don’t question The Crush. Ever.
“Good. Gotta go. Teach this scum a lesson. But look. Sam, I want you to close the store until I get back. Except to these heroes. Let them shop.” He turned back to the teens. “I’m going to give you free run of the store. If there’s anything you want, anything, you just ask Sam. Try anything out you please. Play around. Experiment. Have fun! It’s all on me. My treat. And Sam. These young people saved me. They are heroes and I aim to treat them like they are. Got it?”
“Yes sir,” Sam grinned.
Al Crush slid into a car. “Keep the champagne flowing!” he said, slamming the door. The car took off and in moments it was gone.
Sam turned to his new charges. “Well, well, well,” he murmured. “You’d better get your bikes around back. I’ll let you in.”
