CHAPTER 13 – High Drop & Novice Fight


The whole casino was awash with the aroma of freshly spilled semen, generated by the thrilling intensity of the Maggie’s merciless killing. “I can’t imagine why I’ve never come to an event at one of these amazing casinos before. I’ve no objection to gambling, nor has it particularly interested me. These outstandingly stimulating sports are reason enough to come regularly.”

“First of all,” Billy said, “you’ve got to see it first hand to believe how powerful an experience like this can be. Those who hear of these fights from friends don’t grasp what a great form of entertainment this is. I’m guessing you’ll be back before long, and attend as often as you can, now that you know what it’s all about. Every fight ends differently.

“There are D-Ring Casinos in several American cities, including yours. The one in Miami is on a birthed ship, and the fight ring is below sea level, where they can stage equally violent fights between naked little girls. Strangely, it’s all because of fishing rights for Native Americans. I’m not sure how that works. I’ve never been, but I’ll be there later this year, and am looking forward to seeing how they’re handling it.

“The kiddie thing has yet to catch on, mainly because of legal issues, but I believe it has great potential. I’ve heard there are mothers who hold afternoon tea parties where they pit their daughters against each other, and they fight naked. Apparently it’s an women only thing, but what the fuck, there’s nothing to stop someone from opening it up.”

The next between-bout entertainment had started. It featured a muscular young aerialist, who for 20 minutes did acrobatics, with a posing 15-year-old partner supported only by his erection planted deep in her cunt. He swung suspended by a stout rope; the young girl had none. Her only support was the grip of her cunt on his stiff erection.

That afternoon the two had practiced their routine safely on the ground. She was new, replacing an equally young performer who would no longer be working with him. He told his new partner that the previous girl had found a new, safer opportunity, with much less risk.

Part way through the act she reached back to his hips and raised her cunt off him. She lifted a shapely leg and carefully turned around while they were high in the air. She then lowered her rectum onto his shaft. The flared head of his dick easily found the starfish of her anus, and with a thrust he drove it deep into her.

She was now relying on this support, and on the firm grip of her rectum on his erection. From this point onward it would be her only means of staying with him. They were far above the D-Ring canvas. The young girl was in an incredibly tenuous position, in imminent danger of a perilous fall.

“This guy’s been a big hit here for months,” Billy said,” doing his thing every night.”

“What about his beautiful young partner?” Jackson asked.

“His partners are all a hit too, but in their own special way.”

The winch holding his rigging lifted them almost to the casino’s high ceiling, and then the aerialist started swinging his legs. He swung them forward and back several times, each time increasing the breadth of movement and their height, until he managed to swing his legs back so that he lay horizontal, his face pointing downward.

The young girl desperately gripping his stout rigid dick with her anus screamed as she began to slip forward, and within seconds she lost her rectal hold and slid off his stiff prick. She plunged to her death in the ring, landing on the top of her head, driving it down between her shoulders.

The pretty and daring 14-year-old aerialist’s torso split open like a slammed frog when she hit the canvas. She, like her predecessor, had now found a less risky position. Now there was not only blood but also a substantial deposit of teen gore on the canvas to deal with.

“See what I said,” Billy boasted. “Every night the guy’s partner is a splattering hit! In fact they bill his show as a splatter act.”

“Magnificent!” Jackson observed.

“People bet on which way she lands,” Billy said. When she landed on her head the nude young girl smash in her skull and broke her neck, compressing it into her spine. Not knowing it was coming, Jackson had not placed a bet on how the young cunt would meet her violent end.

It was clear that life was not only expendable in the D-Ring casinos, but that shocking female deaths was the major draw. Jackson was in agreement with their business plan, and was thinking how he could adopt it. He was gaining a better appreciation of the value of cunt killing sport as a draw for gamblers, and that the sport was growing.

For a price anything could be had, and the life of a young ambitious cunt was not too much to spend to earn the large profits the casino brought in. Making a few exciting kills of daring naked young ladies was not an unreasonable price for doing business.

Jackson was certain even the taking many young lives of easily available young girls was worth while when great sums of money were on the line. His objective now was to get to the head of the line, so that the vast amounts of money the sport produced rolled his way.

After all, they were, when it came right down to it, sacrificing the lives of even educated and privileged daughters was a reasonable enterprise, when the price was right. Girls of any race, religion or social standing were at best nothing but cunts, and only pimps put great value on cunts.

That was just the way the world worked, and Jackson was expert at finding things that worked, turning a handsome profit from unusual opportunities. He was storing everything that turned him on, trusting his instinct that what turned him on would also turn on gamblers he planned to serve.

The broken carcass of the 15-year-old short-term aerialist was pulled from the ring for disposal, and the MC once more leaped onto the platform and climbed into the ring, his microphone in hand. He had cleaned himself up, and probably had popped another organ enhancer, because his penis was as erect and rigid as ever.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed that daring display by our star aerialist and his delightfully daring young partner. I want to assure you he has already found an eager new colleague, another 15-year-old beauty to work nude with him, taking the place of the girl who performed that spectacular dive and splatter!”

The audience gave a round of applause to the aerialist, who was just now lowered to the ring to step out of his harness. His penis was firmly erect, and he was ejaculating from the trill of providing his young partner the chance to do her unavoidable and spectacular death dive.

He bowed in accepting their acknowledgement, and then stepped out of the ring and departed, the sole survivor of his duo act, as was the case every night. The handler’s reappeared, this time each holding the leash of nude women. The leash was attached to their collars, and their wrists were cuffed behind their backs.

The two naked ladies wore spike heels, with plastic tops that showed their beautiful bare feet with brightly painted nails, and tight ankle straps. As they approached Jackson saw their collars, cuffs and anklets had long sharp spikes attached. This was going to be good! As they were boosted up onto the platform and through the ropes, Jackson saw another startling feature.

Both of the combatants were wearing a sharp 3-inch upward curving spike strapped to her left knee! A closer look showed that the upper edge of the spike was very sharp, making potentially good gutting weapons. These shapely nude young ladies with perfect figures were well armed and likely to put on a bloody show.

The spikes on their collars and cuffs, and particularly the vicious sharp-edged hooks on their left knee ensured that blood would flow. Jackson was glad to see that neither wore a ponytail. They appeared to be perfectly matched. He hoped one of them would be able to open her opponent’s belly. He had never before witnessed a beautiful young woman being eviscerated.

As they stood, wearing only their heels, leashed collars, cuffs and knee spikes, they showed their outstanding bodies to the maximum effect. Jackson judged that the dirty blonde stood a bit more erect, and the girl with shiny black hair with long bangs stood in a slight semi-crouch, as if ready to spring. There was no doubt both were high on speed.

Both stood with their long shapely legs parted, slowly turning, giving the audience a great look at their well-prepared highly aroused clean-shaved cunts, decorated with open dangling ring-pierced inner lips. After giving it due consideration, Jackson picked the dirty blonde to back, and Billy decided on backing the black haired bitch.

The MC introduced their event. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for our main event, featuring a gorgeous pair of true professionals! This will be what you all came expecting to see, a fight to the death! This contest is between a pair of equally experienced fighters, Rita in the red cuffs, and Chelsea in the yellow cuffs, each with excellent credentials at the senior death fight level.

“Both came into our system in the same manner as Lilly, with a strong personal agenda. They wanted to defeat a girl they nominated, and they were so successful in doing serious damage in their first hate-driven fight that their opponents had a Maggie moment, having an intimate moment hosting a pistol in their vagina, to take in expanding lead and be blown away. That was a terrific start to their career with us.

“Rita came into our organization through our Seattle casino, and Chelsea, a Brit, through our casino in the eastern suburbs of London. Before they reached the senior level, both of them moved quickly through the amateur level, defeating well matched girls while thrilling the crowds by spilling their foe’s blood on the canvas.

“At every level, between bouts they were trained to do better, learning new fight skills they will demonstrate to you tonight, while both are eagerly and desperately fighting for their lives. This is as good as it gets.” He was padding time to allow the gamblers to place their bets, and for the naked young girls to collect and register them.

“You are about to witness the Queen of Fights! When they were ready they were promoted to the senior level, to participate in death fights, with everything on the line. These dazzling damsels have executed 5 consecutive and convincing cunt-kills each!”

The audience chuckled with his schoolboy play on words, but did not want to encourage him with his jokes. They were past the point for hearing mindless puns, and were ready for the real thing. They wanted to see more blood, and were eager to witness a spectacular cunt kill.

“The Queen of Fights. That’s an interesting concept. Is there a King of Fights?” Jackson asked.

“Absolutely,” Billy responded. “They only have one about once a month. They put three fighters into the ring, all strangers. Although it’s an unplanned free-for-all, it always turns out that two of them will gang up on the third, which can be any one of them, and when they’ve killed her, they go after each other.

You never know which one will be the victim, but with two of them on her, it’s fucking brutal.

“It is really spectacular, and with 2 fighters killed in a single bout, minimum bets are $1,000. Most gamblers will put up 10 grand, and a third of them are losers when the first cunt hits the canvas. I saw one that went on and on. It was 45 minutes before they killed the first girl, and the second to die lasted more than an hour and a half.

“There was more blood, shit and piss spilled that night than I’ve ever seen! The winner managed to get the heel of one of her spikes into the belly of the second to fall, and she actually succeeded in getting some of her viscera out of her! Unless they’re armed like these two tonight, you seldom get to see a bitch’s guts spilled.

“Evisceration is so uncommon, it’s a house policy that when a cunt gets herself gutted, the payout is increased by 20%. It’s a big deal in these cunt-fights.” For some reason, gamblers get really turned on to see a lady’s guts being pulled out of her. It’s definitely going to be a kill when that happens, and all you can smell in the casino is spurting cum.

“The only thing bigger is the Emperor Fights. That’s where they make an exception to no male fighters rule. They’ll do a 2 on 3, two men against 3 cunts. They develop guys with amazing punching capability, and these fights go pretty fast. The cunts are given padded boxing gloves, securely strapped on, and the guys use their taped fists.

“It’s no fucking contest. They’ve got a couple of guys who punch so hard they can cave in a cunt’s chest by punching her in the ribs. They’ll crack cheekbones, break jaws, and a single punch to the jaw can break a cunt’s fucking neck. No shit. They always rip a woman with an open-fist punch to the belly so that their fingers are driven into her navel.

“With fingers from both hands inside her, they rip her fucking belly open. It’s the most spectacular gutting act I’ve ever seen. The best part of it is they reach down and jerk out her uterus, with her ovaries flapping in full sight. The bitches always scream beautifully when this happens. The guys in the ring always ejaculate when the cunt gives up her gonads. They only have Emperor Fights twice a year at each casino.”

“I can imagine why. Those events sounds amazing,” Jackson said. “What are the economics of this operation?” He was doing the math on how he was going to get something similar going. He was certain he was going to do it, and with the kind of privacy he planned, he felt he could successfully introduce the use of much younger little girls, which when naked caused him more than a little interest.

“The cost of introducing and bringing a fighting woman to this level is considerable,” Billy explained,” and tonight that cost is being spent in promising the death of one of them. Gambling in the casino alone would make this a very profitable enterprise, but that’s only 1/10 of what will be brought in by internet gambling on this lethal bout.

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“Everyone present has paid $500 to attend, to witness live the ruthless carnage in the ring. That’s a one million dollar gate. Hundreds of thousands of online gamblers pay $200 to watch the bout with live streaming on the dark-net, otherwise known as Usenet. They will wager millions in total for this one fight. As you can see, this is a big time business.

“The $200 fee for watching the main bout live online also includes viewing both of the preliminary bouts. Every now and again they get the pleasure of watching under-age girls duke it out nude, like we saw tonight. Probably half a million was wagered on the brutal punishment fight between the 11-year-old serving girls by online gamblers.

The unplanned dispatching of that badly damaged Maggie was an amazing bonus for everyone, but D-Ring can easily afford such unexpected costs. Operating these casinos is like having a license to print money. More than three million was wagered on the amateur fight alone.”

“Incredible,” Jackson observed.

The MC picked up his narrative. “We move the girls we’re developing as professional fighters around the world as they progress, giving them varied experience against SE Asians, South Americans, Europeans and other American cunts. It is important also that audiences don’t get used to them, as knowledge of their ability and weaknesses could negatively affect wagering.

“Their wrists are cuffed behind them now to keep them from starting the fight prematurely. The cuffs stay on, but they’ll be unlinked. The rule about gouging does not apply in the professional death cunt-fights. These girls can do anything they want to take out their opponent, and we expect them to get super-tough.

“Have you all placed your bets? I hope so, because wagering is now closed! It’s fight time! Get ready for the hottest violent action available anywhere!” Pointing to the handlers, he said with authority, “Gentlemen, release these beautiful ladies’ leashes and cuffs, and then get your fucking asses the hell out of the ring!”

The handlers did as instructed, unclipping the leashes and cuffs, and quickly followed the MC through the ropes. The women ignored them, and moved toward each other. This was the action Jackson had been looking forward to seeing all evening. The fight was under way.

Unlike the amateurs, these two did not charge each other, but instead moved slowly, circling and measuring each other before committing to a blow. This was the first time they had seen each other, and it was to be the last. One of them was about to die, and both girls were fully committed to it being the other that fell.

Their sole objective was to win, defeating their adversary at any cost. The price of losing in this business was their life. That’s what the gamblers came to see, and demanded nothing less. D-Ring’s primary product was the violent death of beautiful naked young women, killed while desperately fighting for their lives. In nearly a century of operation, the multi-national corporation had perfected the form.

Chelsea made the first move, swinging her spiked wrist-cuff at Rita’s head. Rita saw it coming, and knew that with a limb extended, Chelsea was vulnerable. She blocked the flying arm with her left hand, swung her own right hand at Chelsea’s breast, and at the same time drove the spike on her left knee up into Chelsea’s groin, sinking it’s full depth into the hollow between her pubic mound and groin.

Rita held her knee where it was as she pushed Chelsea back into the ropes, so there were only 3 spike-heeled shoes on the deck. She moved her raised leg around, digging a wider hole in the meat of her opponent, while she used her wrist cuffs on the pinned beauty’s face and breasts.

Chelsea had not made 5 ring kills in her career by taking bad thrashings from her opponents. She put her wrists to work on Rita’s breasts and ribs, slashing them with her cuffs’ spikes so that both women were producing blood. This was the kind of action the gamblers loved to see, and it was clear the contest was not likely to end early.

Suddenly she grabbed Rita, with her arms around her so that her cuffs dug trenches in the flesh of her back, and pushed hard, forcing Rita to withdraw the knee spike buried in her groin. This was necessary because of the need to have both of her feet working to maintain her balance. Going down would provide Chelsea with an enormous advantage.

Once a woman fell to the canvas, the sudden disadvantage was enormous, and frequently she ended up as the final loser. As winners up until now, both of these combatants understood that. Job number 1 was to remain on their feet. Chelsea had worked that knowledge to get Rita’s knee spike out of her groin. Rita wrapped her arms around Chelsea as well, and dug her wrist-cuff spikes into her back.

In a brief moment of inspiration she pulled downward and then leaning in, thrust her collar spikes hard into the side if Chelsea’s face. The sharp protrusions ripped a nerve, tore muscle and caused the British woman’s jaw to sag open, as if she were gasping in surprise. Chelsea was no longer able to close her mouth. In Jackson’s view, the violent cunt-fight was progressing nicely.

“This is a very marketable form of entertainment, and has outstanding potential to produce huge profits, by going beyond what D-Ring is doing,” Jackson said. “I would think a major part of setting up something similar would be resourcing suitable women and girls to participate.”

“It’s not as difficult as it might appear,” Billy responded, as Jackson knew he would. “That load you just brought me from Cambodia was put together for me by a company that can provide as many as I want, of any age, from any country. This batch is headed to a Houston whorehouse that features kids, the Quarter Horse & Pony.”


CHAPTER 14 – Two Parallel Paths


“The kiddie fight events are always held in private homes,” Martha said, “for security reasons. Do you see that changing?”

“Not for most of these mother-daughter events, but we could begin to look at expanded events that require a larger venue. But I think we could purchase or build a remote resort, one that would be totally secure for more advanced fans, with events to match.

There would be no constraints on what could happen if we had total security and full control of the grounds. For the home events we could consider some small changes, and do a few feather proceedings that would require a larger audience to make it profitable. How much did the ladies pay to attend the event here?”

“$100. Each. I had few expenses, so cleared nearly $10,000 for hosting the fight party. The parents paid an entry fee of $200, but there were only six participants. I put up the mothers of the girls from Europe in our guest rooms, and they paid their own way here, as well as the entry fee. They weren’t in the least interested in a win; they both wanted to see their little darling beaten to a pulp.”

“This sport has much more potential than that. Did you see that Honduras Hardball video?” he asked. “The tug of war and the deep spiked pit?” Before she responded, he added, “That’s the direction we’ll want to go. Fully intentional sports kills. The demand for live shows and online videos like that should be outstanding. Did you see it?”

“Those videos are not only online,” she said. “I bought them, and I’ve stored them on a hard drive. They are not available for viewing online, but I have the code. They can only be downloaded by very special arrangement. As you’re aware, they don’t meet the age and content standards for websites in almost all countries.”

“But I saw them online,” he said, confused.

“Only the directory is online. The titles are links to the files on one of my hard drives. Yes, I’ve seen them all. I produced several of the shows in the homes where they were made, around the area, and a couple in New York as well. The beatings and rapes of those bound 12-year-old girls were done in a New York bar.”

“Well, aren’t you a cunt, my dear,” he observed.

“I am indeed, my sweet prick,” she said. Where had this woman been all his life? He had married her for her looks and brains, and it didn’t hurt that she also had money. They still engaged in sex once a week, but he had no idea that he had as a partner a kindred spirit.

“I see the business pursuing parallel paths. The mother and daughter parties could continue as they do now, but we take complete control, and institute some necessary changes. The second path would be for much more exotic events, which would be staged at a resort.

“To make a resort work, we’d want to clear half a million every weekend. I’m thinking a fee of $7 grand for the weekend, and we pick up transportation costs. That’s with 100 fans for each event. I know of a resort on a Caribbean island that has a paved airstrip that can take the STOL version of Fokker 70 jet aircraft.

“If we had two aircraft fly in every weekend, one from Los Angeles via Houston and the other from New York via Atlanta, each in full first class configuration to carry 50 passengers, we would have a thriving business.”

“And make a killing,” Martha responded, the pun intended.

“The resort also has a small natural harbor that would be suitable for yachts and supply boats. The place is a natural, and probably available cheap. It’s been sitting unoccupied for the last 5 years.”

“That makes a big difference. We’d have to build a holding and training building, and do some renovations. Once you make the purchase, I can get that underway.”

Jackson surprised her when he abruptly grabbed a fistful of Martha’s long hair, pulled her out of the chair so that she fell to the floor, and then used her hair as a handle to drag her out of the den and more than 120 feet across the party area to a long hallway and into the nearest bedroom.

He threw her onto the round bed, tore off his own clothing and then went after hers, ripping them from her without regard for preserving any of it or for her comfort. In fact he destroyed most of her expensive garments, just to demonstrate his total control over her.

Martha grabbed his cock and balls in a fist and squeezed hard, but not hard enough to diminish the rise of his erection. He flipped her onto her stomach, propped her buttocks in the air, and pressed the broad dry head of his penis against the tiny dry starfish of her rectum.

“Gel,” she gasped under his weight pressing down on her, and looking toward a tube sitting on a side table.

Instead he got up on his knees and spit on her anus. With only his saliva as lubricant, he pressed hard, hurting his penis as much as he hurt her rectum as he forced himself deep into her. She grunted and squealed in both pain and sexual ecstasy. Her husband had never even hinted at wanting to bugger her. This was new territory for them both.

Martha had not before fully understood the degree to which she craved to be completely mastered. She knew of and enjoyed her sadistic streak, but now understood she was primarily a masochist. Being drilled up her ass was a not a new experience for her, but she found the roughness of her husband’s approach very exciting.

Jackson was proving by his actions to be more of a man than she had ever guessed. He was demonstrating forcefulness she had never before seen in him. With this powerfully delivered anal sex, he was her master, teaching her all about herself, and she loved it.

CHAPTER 15 – Quarter Horse & Pony


Jackson and Billy continued their conversation as the deadly fight in the ring in front of them progressed. “The Quarter Horse & Pony Stable is a good client of mine, that caters to wealthy oilmen, guys who prefer to engage in sex with teenage and pre-teen kiddies they call ponies. These guys have specific tastes. They want to get their pricks into little girls who are non-white, uneducated, and don’t speak English.

“My supplier collects international young women and kids, whatever age I specify, from Malaysia, The Philippians, Brazil, or anywhere I want them to come from. Every cunt he has sent me is total eye candy, gorgeous and shapely, regardless of age, and in clean health, no disease. He ships only very high quality product.

“The three countries I mentioned have the best price for their amazingly cute kids. Columbia, Nicaragua and Mexico also produce very acceptable females of all ages that are acquired for very reasonable prices. They all arrive clean and disease-free, and any old enough to grow hair on their groins and limbs are depilated, free of all body hair.”

At this point in the fight Rita gave up on the cuff spikes and went to work with her bare fists, pounding Chelsea’s head and face. Chelsea countered with blows to Rita’s mid-section, and when she saw the opportunity, gave a powerful punch to Rita’s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to heave forward.

That was exactly the reaction Chelsea was hoping for. She instantly drove her knee spike up into Rita’s lower belly, using Rita’s weight to help as she jerked her knee upward, putting the sharp edge to work ripping open her foe’s bacon. The audience went wild watching the woman’s belly being split open, revealing her slick gleaming intestines.

Rita desperately pounded at Chelsea, but the British bitch got her fingers into the parted flesh, and began jerking it wide open. Then she got hold of a loop of Rita’s viscera and began pulling it out of her, spreading the gore over the mat. When much of it was extracted she reached inside the fresh opening and grasping the dark liver, lurched back, and pulled the purple organ out.

Rita gave up on punching and tried desperately to tuck her tripe back into herself. She was losing ground. Chelsea pulled out long loops of gut from the spread opening, and then reached inside once more. This time she reached up and grasping Rita’s pounding heart, pulled it out of the nearly empty cavity.

Rita was still standing, but she could only watch as Chelsea grasped her extracted heart in both hands and squeezed it with all her might. Her efforts were productive and decisive. Rita’s knees bent, she sank to her knees, then pitch forward onto her face, successfully killed for the enjoyment of the gamblers. Jackson and Billy had their penises out and, like the other men in the audience, were powerfully ejaculating into the air.

The MC returned to the ring, forcefully pumping semen from his own erection. “The audience makes the call,” he shouted into the microphone. “Chelsea gave us one hell of a cunt-kill,” he said, “but do you think this audacious Brit bitch is worth repairing, or do you think she will require the services of a Dispatcher?”

“DISPATCHER,” they enthusiastically responded.

“You called it,” he said gleefully, drawing his Colt 45. “Head or cunt?”

“BOTH” was the raucous response.

“Then let’s start with the pussy!” Chelsea was standing, her legs spread and knees bent, her jaw hanging, staring at the MC in shock. He cocked the gun, and then thrust the barrel into the shocked bitch’s cunt. “One, two, three, BANG!”

The big pistol barked loudly, and an expanding lead bullet ripped into her womb. She dropped hard to her knees, but remained upright. “Let’s get the second shell into her while she’s still conscious!” he shouted, and pressed the blood-smeared barrel into her open mouth, pointed upward.

“BANG” the gun barked for a second time. This time the top of her skull blew off, in a splatter of brain and blood. The second kill was easily as spectacular as the first. The audience was ecstatic, with even the losers getting their money’s worth. The D-Ring Casino always delivered, exceeding expectations.

“That was one hell of a show,” Jackson said. I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight!”

“It was,” Billy said. “Back to our earlier discussion, I use you to handle all my transportation needs because you never ask any questions. I like that.”

“Thanks. I’m looking at putting together a new enterprise, and might be able to use your product. I’ll have to firm the details before we talk further, but it’s great to know you’re available and can deliver. I’ll need some shapely fit ladies, either with an attitude or coachable, but I suspect most of my need will be for some younger girls, 12-15.

“I’ll also be able to use lots of smaller girls, maybe 5-10, if this unfolds as I expect it will, and for serving girls, good looking 11-year-olds, like those cute girls who served us dinner and warm wine. I’m just forming the concept at the moment, but am definitely going to go ahead, one way or another. Those beautiful young waitress kids at dinner tonight were spectacular.”

“Not a problem. I can provide lots of what you need, and if I can’t deliver on specific orders, I can put you in touch with some other suppliers of quality cunts who can provide any product you’re able to describe. Some of these guys are absolutely amazing.

“They can pluck 6-year-old twin girls from a New York City park wading pool with the mother watching, and she’ll have no idea what happened, as if her little girls disappeared into thin air. I went shopping at an elementary school play in Denver, and my procurer accompanied me.

“He had collected the 4 little grade four girls I’d selected before noon the next day. He’d picked them up at recess, and just like the New York wader, they had simply disappeared. Nobody had noticed the snatch. He’s truly fucking amazing at collecting kids to order. They are as happy as pigs in poop, receiving promises of love, candy and ice cream. Of course, you wouldn’t have any use for girls that young.

“There’s no telling,” Jackson replied, “but it’s good to know they are readily available if I need them. I’m just working on a hypothesis right now, but give me a few weeks and I’ll be back to you with a more solid concept. My wife’s at our home in Vegas right now, and I’d like to get a measure of her response to this type of extreme adult entertainment. I’ve got to work out a non-disclosing way to do that.”

“In the meantime,” Billy said, “I’ll set up a meeting with the CEO of this branch of D-Ring, and get you some new transportation business. They ship their fighters to other casinos all over the world, and could profit from your expertise and capability. They are moving their entertainment personnel themselves at the moment, and would certainly profit from contracting out the transportation.

“Thanks for that, Billy. I’ll see you in the morning.”


. . . to be continued