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Surfer girlHe sent chills up her legs and through her crotch. Go ahead, she told herself, remembering all those empty, lonely days growing up in Dairy. This is what you want. "Sure, let's have a beer," she said pausing. "I'm Janet." "Duke," replied the blond surfer. "As in John Wayne." He smiled broadly, his even, white teeth sparkling. "Man, he's my hero." CHAPTER THREE Duke was two years older than Janet. But at seventeen, he had experienced a lifetime's worth of thrills – usually at someone else's expense. He had been a star football halfback in high school before the coach found his own daughter in the locker room after a big game giving head to the team. The chick was a nympho, but since the coach caught Duke pumping her mouth full of sperm, he got the blame. So he got the boot and he drifted into the surfing crowd. He went from one venture to the next, always following the young suntanned girls, the beach bunnies as they were called, who clung to surfers. Whatever money he made went quickly to these girls. That is, until he got wise and made the girls start working for him. Duke became a pimp ...» |
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