208 lines
9.5 KiB
Plaintext
208 lines
9.5 KiB
Plaintext
|
|
### ###
|
|
### ###
|
|
### #### ### ### ### ####
|
|
### ### ##### ### ###
|
|
### ### ### ### ###
|
|
### ### ##### ### ###
|
|
########## ### ### ##########
|
|
### ###
|
|
### ###
|
|
|
|
Underground eXperts United
|
|
|
|
Presents...
|
|
|
|
####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### #######
|
|
## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ##
|
|
#### ## ## #### # # ## ## ####### #######
|
|
## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ##
|
|
## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### #######
|
|
|
|
[ Castle Chronicles Chapter Two ] [ By The Chief ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
____________________________________________________________________
|
|
____________________________________________________________________
|
|
|
|
|
|
###### ###### ###### ###### ## ######
|
|
## ## ## ## ## ## ##
|
|
## ###### ###### ## ## ####
|
|
## ## ## ## ## ## ##
|
|
###### ## ## ###### ## ###### ######
|
|
|
|
###### ## ## ###### ###### ## ## ## ###### ## ###### ######
|
|
## ## ## ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ## ##
|
|
## ###### ###### ## ## ## ### ## ## ## #### ######
|
|
## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ##
|
|
###### ## ## ## ## ###### ## ## ## ###### ###### ###### ######
|
|
|
|
METAPHORICAL FRAGMENTS FROM A CRAMMED MERCEDES BENZ
|
|
|
|
CHAPTER TWO
|
|
|
|
|
|
When Castle opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the now semi-
|
|
half but not completely naked woman sitting right in front of him holding
|
|
the last piece of slimey pizza.
|
|
|
|
"Want some?" she asked, holding it right under his nose.
|
|
|
|
"No thanks" Castle replied, "I had a steady lunch already. But Thank
|
|
You anyway."
|
|
|
|
"Suit yourself.", she said and sucked up the piece with a large
|
|
SCHWOOOPSHH.
|
|
|
|
Castle now noticed how he moved side to side, back and forward without
|
|
doing anything. Either I'm drunk as hell, or I am on a ship, he thought
|
|
out loud. Brown and Steinberg looked at each other and let out some small
|
|
sounds that, to Castle, sounded like laughter.
|
|
|
|
"No, Mr Castle, you're in my brand new Mercedes Benz", Brown said with
|
|
a smile on his face. "We're heading for Dartroom just like you told us
|
|
before you.. ehm, passed out."
|
|
|
|
Castle couldn't remember he had said anything about Dartroom, in fact,
|
|
he couldn't remember anything except the semi-half naked woman, who now
|
|
was completely naked, he noticed. She stood on her knees with her head
|
|
out of one of the car's windows and let the wind dry her slimey hair.
|
|
Castle couldn't see anything but her very round and inviting ass about
|
|
twenty centimeters from his face.
|
|
|
|
"How come this woman always is naked?", Castle asked Brown.
|
|
|
|
"That's part of my job", he replied. "You see, I'm a 'Very Pretty & Nude
|
|
Women Behaviour' Doctor, and it is my job to find out how women react on
|
|
being completely, or semi-half naked. I put them in different situations
|
|
(or course without any clothes) and study them, Veeeery closely. Ah, so
|
|
you didn't know?" he asked Castle with a surprised look on his face.
|
|
|
|
"No."
|
|
|
|
"Ah, then I can understand your strange behaviour, I mean passing out
|
|
and all that. It's a good job you know..."
|
|
|
|
"I can believe THAT.", Castle said without taking his eyes off the
|
|
now moving part of the woman in front of him. He couldn't but notice
|
|
now that he was himself again, that he was lying in the back seat of
|
|
a Mercedes Benz with his head on one of the back-doors, and the woman
|
|
was standing with one knee on each side of the seat, right above him,
|
|
STILL with that now increasingly inviting round, moving, beautiful ass
|
|
and an arched back. I guess I don't have to say that Castle couldn't
|
|
think of a better place to be at that moment. (also worth to note is
|
|
that how amazing it may sound, all the slime was gone from her hair.)
|
|
|
|
"How much are you paid to do this.. 'job'", Castle asked briefly.
|
|
|
|
"Don't breath so much hot air on my naked body", the woman complained.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, sorry.", Castle replied.
|
|
|
|
"Hey, no 'S's please, the hot air makes me feel... ummm". She moved
|
|
back and forth, arching her back even more.
|
|
|
|
Castle tried to say something, but Brown started to talk about how
|
|
much money he made. Castle didn't hear a word, because the woman had
|
|
now shut the window, and turned around face to face with Castle.
|
|
|
|
"Maybe this window is better?" she said to herself, and opened the
|
|
window behind Castle's head and stuck her head out. Castle's position
|
|
was now such that her pointy, firm tits were just five centimeters
|
|
from his eyes, and her arched body right above his. He could smell her
|
|
body, and his hands were almost uncontrollable.
|
|
|
|
"5 grand on..." Brown was still speaking, and Steinberg was listening
|
|
and commented a little here and there, with "Aha" or "Really?" and so on.
|
|
|
|
Castles hands were now holding the woman's arched back, caressing it
|
|
back and forward, all the way down her round, peach-shaped ass and up
|
|
to her shoulders.
|
|
|
|
"That feels great..", she managed to say in between the "Aaah"'s and
|
|
"Mmmm"'s. She lowered her upper body until one of her tits touched
|
|
Castle's lips, moving it over his face with a hard nipple.
|
|
|
|
Suddenly Brown hit the breaks. Castle and the woman hit the car floor.
|
|
|
|
"We're here!", Brown shouted. "Everybody out."
|
|
|
|
Dartroom, the most unfriendly and dangerous bar in the western part
|
|
of the city stood there, as it always did, black and scattered with
|
|
spray-painted slogans, logos and miscellaneous other messages. Brown
|
|
was fascinated. This was just like "in the movies", he thought as he
|
|
headed for the door where a sign said 'Restricted Area'. Suddenly Castle
|
|
remembered what he had said before passing out.
|
|
|
|
"Bathroom! I said B-A-T-H-R-O-O-M, not Dartroom, you FOOL!"
|
|
|
|
Brown and Steinberg looked at each other, and went through the door.
|
|
They were expected. Expected by the unbelievable smell that hit them
|
|
instantly.
|
|
|
|
"Ouch!" Brown shrieked.
|
|
|
|
"Hey!" Steinberg shouted.
|
|
|
|
"Man, that's what I call odour! Yeachh!" Brown managed to let out
|
|
before finding himself with his face to the floor, and a very nasty
|
|
floor it was.
|
|
|
|
"Blueergh! This floor really taste like old tires!"
|
|
|
|
"Let me take a bite here.." Steinberg sat down. "Hmmm. Aha. Uhu, well..
|
|
yes.. You're right. It does taste like old tires! But lets go inside,
|
|
shall we? After you.." Steinberg pushed Brown through the inner doors.
|
|
|
|
Castle, Steinberg and the beautiful woman listened carefully, but they
|
|
couldn't hear a sound, except small 'peep's from the rats somewhere
|
|
behind a large pile of boxes.
|
|
|
|
"Guess it's safe to enter then." Castle said, and opened the inner door.
|
|
|
|
The incredibly loud music they let out by opening the sound-proof door
|
|
smashed the windows on the fifteen closest buildings and cars, as well
|
|
as sending a shock-wave through the city that started a tornado, which
|
|
killed 20.000 football-fans watching the superbowl at a nearby arena.
|
|
|
|
"HERE! YOU NEED THESE!!" Brown shouted holding three pairs of ear-plugs.
|
|
|
|
"AND SHUT THAT DAMNED DOOR!!!" a huge man shouted at them.
|
|
|
|
As soon as Castle had closed the door, the music was gone. He looked
|
|
surprised at the huge man, with a sort-of-a questioning expression.
|
|
|
|
"Sure, like you didn't know we have our reputation to think of. This is
|
|
SUPPOSED to be the loudest, dirtiest, worst, most unfriendly and remote
|
|
bar in the city, but it isn't. We just use that reputation to keep such
|
|
people away. You see, they just don't dare to come here. Neat eh?"
|
|
|
|
They all looked around, only to find a large concert hall. Slow, soft
|
|
music reached their ears from a little jukebox in a corner. In the middle
|
|
of the hall, all chairs had been removed, only to make room for a big
|
|
bingo-screen. About 30 old men and women sat around it, and sometimes
|
|
a soft "Here" or "yes" was heard. The huge man introduced himself as the
|
|
owner of this "last utopia" for bingo-addicts, and made sure each one of
|
|
them got a seat (and of course a "Dartroom" t-shirt, pen-set, sports-bag,
|
|
fingernail and mug, compliments of the management.)
|
|
|
|
"So.." he started, "You're looking for the Mysterious man that disappeared
|
|
in the shoe-store, no?"
|
|
|
|
Everyone in the room looked at each other...
|
|
|
|
______________________________________________________________________
|
|
______________________________________________________________________
|
|
|
|
Watch out for the next chapter of the Castle Chronicles!
|
|
It will be Even More revealing than this one!
|
|
|
|
ONLY from The Underground eXperts United!
|
|
|
|
(!) 1991 THE CHIEF & uXu Productions
|
|
|
|
______________________________________________________________________
|
|
______________________________________________________________________
|
|
|