Around the World in 80 Babes~Chapter 7-Chapter 13

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 7: Things to Do in Paris When You're Horny

February 6th, 2005
Hilton Hotel,
Paris, France

Daniel Walters was about as happy as a man could get. After seven years, he'd finally, finally gotten away from his wife, Claire. Claire was an over bearing, demanding woman who'd grown more and more shrill with each passing year. She'd never been happy with anything Daniel had ever done - not the mildly lucrative sales job he had, nor their mildly pricey house on the better side of Nottingham. Hell, Claire wasn't even particularly happy with their mildly intelligent son, Dan Jr. But, then again, Claire had made no secret of her desire for a girl. She also made no secret that she and Dan Sr. were never going to have sex again.

Which was why Paris was such a wonderful place for Dan to be right now. Alone. The only better place he could think of would be Las Vegas, and that was because there were places just outside of Vegas where one could hire a prostitute legally.

When the chance to attend a sales conference in Paris had come up, Dan jumped at the chance to get away from the Nag his wife had become. Alone in a strange city, he had every hope of getting some young french woman into his bed for at least one of the five nights he was going to be here. Claire may not feel the need to ever have sex again, but Dan had been nursing blue balls for five years now. He was getting laid one way or another before he went home.

Placing his single bag down at the door to his room, Dan fished out the key to his rather modest accommodations. He'd heard that there were newspapers around where he could order an escort for the evening. He'd have to hunt one of those down.

For half a second, he considered finding his own date for the evening at a bar or something, but quite frankly, he doubted he could. One of the reasons he'd ended up with Claire in the first place was the fact that she was one of the few women in the world who seemed willing to talk to him in the first place.

With thoughts on how the first sex he would get in five years would feel, Dan Walters opened the door to his room. He had almost made it all the way into the room when a big fist slammed into his nose, knocking him out almost at once.

And with that, Dan Walters embarked on a night that would feature not only the first sex he'd had in five years, but also the last sex he'd have in his mildly short life.

* * *

February 6th, 2005
Rue le Passion,
Paris, France

The limo pulled up to the high-class apartment building and parked quietly. Inside, a small meeting of the minds was going on.

Richard Stall looked over at his newest partner, Marissa Call. Clad in a silky red dress that was cut on the side almost all the way up the calf and showed enough cleavage to be considered a hazard to drivers should she walk down the street, Call looked extremely sexy. Of course, that wasn't particularly hard for Call, a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty not too many days over 19.

Looks could be deceiving, though, and Stall was determined not to be deceived by her for long.

"All right, let's go over the equipment one more time," Tom Lambert said from his usual spot on the TV screen in Stall's limo.

"I think I've got it," Call muttered.

"Never hurts to be prepared. Unlike the two Mr. Stall has when he bangs a celeb, you've got four cameras on you right now. One in your watch, one in your necklace, and one in each of those new earrings you're wearing."

"Good work on those, Lambert," Stall said. "They're small, not too ostentatious, and can go with everything."

"They look beautiful," Call admitted. "But will they work?"

"They'll work, trust me," Lambert said. "Use them like you use your watch - put it facing the area you're expecting to have sex. If you can, try to get different angles for both the watch and the earrings. If you can't no problem, but if you can, it'll be great."

"Will they pick anything up if I'm still wearing them?" Call asked.

"A little bit," Lambert admitted, "But they aren't exactly compelling shots."

"Understood," Call replied.

"Leave your necklace on - that's where we get our best Money Shots from," Lambert went on. "Unlike Mr. Stall's watch, yours doesn't have my chemical aphrodisiac in it - it works on all women, and if you were to spray it on yourself, you'd be jumping the nearest piece of flesh you'd come across."

"Sounds like fun, actually," Call said with a mischievous look.

"I'll let you try mine sometime," Stall said.
"Your watch does have another interesting feature, though," Lambert went on. "I installed a nice little electronic skeleton key. It's great for hotel rooms that use swipe badges and the like. Pull out the tiny strip hidden in the winding mechanism, put it into the swiper, and then hold down the face of the watch. It should trigger the door to unlock within fifteen seconds."

"Nice," Call said, recalling more than one occasion where it would've made breaking into a location easier.

"What's the point, though?" Stall asked Lambert. "It doesn't exactly help us."

"Not in snagging Hot Babes - unless you want to go the rape route, that is - but it will help if Miss Call needs to hide out of sight for a few minutes in a hotel somewhere."

"Well, I guess you don't have to use it. It's not like I've used the chemicals too often," Stall said.

"It's almost time for my date," Call said. "I'll call you at the Hilton when I'm done."

"Good luck, Miss Call. Get this tape tonight, and I'll send you wherever you want to go."

"That's the whole reason I'm doing this," Call said as the door to the limo opened up and she stepped out.

"Hey, Marissa," Michael Burke, Stall's driver, said as she started up towards the apartment building.

"Yes?" She asked, looking back at the tall black man.

"Be careful, alright?" Burke said. He seemed to honestly mean it.

"I will. Thanks," Call replied, not knowing what else to say. She headed into the building.

Back in the Limo, Stall watched her go, wondering once more what it was about this girl that made her want out of France so badly.

"Take us back to the Hilton, Burke," Stall said to his driver. "Let's hope everything goes well tonight."

* * *

February 6th, 2005
Apartment of Laetitia Casta,
Paris, France

Marissa Call was honestly surprised to be in Laetitia Casta's apartment on this night. Oh, she'd been there before - several times, actually. She'd been Laetitia's little secret, a lesbian lover who came and went as the model asked, sharing her body when Laetitia's boyfriend was away. Having participated in prostitution for a number of years now, Marissa was used to coming and going in the night, sharing her body with lustful clients, both male and female.

What was surprising this time was how eager Laetitia was to see Marissa. Knowing that the model was due to fly to Italy in the next day or two, Marissa had to act fast if she was going to get the video Stall wanted. Instead of waiting for Laetitia to call her, as she usually did, Marissa made a bold call to her lover, letting her know she was in town for a few days.

Shockingly, Laetitia instantly asked if Marissa was available for sex. No preamble, no hiding the conversation from her boyfriend or ex-husband, not even the playful flirting the French beauty usually liked to participate in.

"Can you come over tonight and have sex?" were the first words out of Laetitia's mouth when she heard Marissa's voice.

"Of course," Marissa had responded.

"I'll pay you double," Laetitia added. Marissa knew what that meant - Laetitia wanted to get a little freaky. Last time she'd paid her double, Laetitia had tied Marissa to a post and stuck vibrators into both her ass and pussy. Laetitia had then coated Marissa with honey and licked every inch of her body dry while allowing the vibrators to send Marissa to heaven at least three times.

Marissa had to admit, it had been a rather good evening.

Knocking on the door to Laetitia's top-floor apartment, Call adjusted the necklace around her neck containing one of the hidden cameras. If Laetitia was as kinky as she usually was when paying double, then Stall and his bunch were in for a good show tonight.

The door opened, and Laetitia Casta's smiling face greeted Marissa. The model was wearing a silky white dress that could've passed for a slip, were it not so elegantly designed. The top clung to her perfect tits like glue, her erect nipples seemingly straining at the fabric to burst free. The bottom ended literally just below her ass, so close that were she to bend over, anyone behind her could instantly tell how much and what kind of underwear she was wearing. Judging from the state of her nipples, Marissa was willing to bet that Laetitia was "going commando."

"Marissa, love," Laetitia said, pulling her in and giving her a passionate kiss.

"Hello, Laetitia," Marissa replied, squeezing one of the model's breasts with her hand as their hug broke.

"No no, my love," Laetitia said, swatting away Marissa's hand. "Tonight, I have something special planned."

"Something that doesn't let me touch you?" Marissa asked as she pulled Laetitia to her by grabbing her ass.

"Not now, anyway," Laetitia replied.

Marissa smiled. "So, where do you want to tie me up this time?"

"I don't want to tie you up," Laetitia said.

"Ooh, then is it my turn to tie you up?" Marissa asked.

"No. I want you to make love to a woman for me. Simple, plain old sex between women."

"I don't understand," Marissa said, a hint of worry hitting her. Stall wouldn't be happy if she just had sex with some nobody while Laetitia watched.

"I have a friend coming over in a bit. She's always wanted to have a call girl. When you called saying you were in town, I knew she'd love you. Just let her have sex with you, then the two of use can do whatever we want to her - and each other."

Call thought fast. A lesbian threesome with Laetitia Casta would more than make Stall happy. His pants would probably explode off of him.

"Okay. Where do you need me?"

"Can you wait in the bedroom for us. She should be here soon."

"No problem," Marissa said, walking towards the bedroom, purposely shaking her ass as she went. Laetitia loved Marissa's ass. If things went well, Stall would get one fantastic tape tonight.

* * *

February 6th, 2005
Hilton Hotel,
Paris, France

"We really need to get a better way to watch these videos as they're being made," Michael Burke muttered as he sat back in the rear of Stall's limo.

"I'm actually working on a laptop you'll be able to use," Lambert's voice came through the earpieces Stall and Burke were wearing.

"I suppose that'll work," Stall muttered.

"What's she doing just lying there on the bed?" Burke asked.

"Waiting, obviously," Stall said. "She's already met Casta. The question is, why aren't they doing it?"

"Maybe Laetitia's got something else up her sleeve," Burke said. "Maybe a special outfit, or some kind of lotion or something."

"We really should've equipped her with a microphone," Stall said.

"The next pair of earrings I make for her will have them," Lambert promised.

"Hang on, here comes Laetitia," Burke said, pointing towards the screen. The image was coming from the necklace around Call's neck, and showed the still white clad Laetitia as she sauntered into the room. That was no surprise. What was a surprise was who followed her in.

"Oh my god," Stall said.

"She's cute," Burke said. "Who is she?"

"You don't know who that is?" Lambert asked.

"Should I?" Burke asked.

"Not a fan of French Cinema, are you?" Stall said, smiling as Laetitia introduced Call to her new guest.

"Nope."

"That's Virginie Ledoyen," Stall said. "She's incredibly famous here in France. I didn't know she and Laetitia knew each other."

"I didn't know they were lovers," Lambert replied. On the screen, Laetitia was kissing Virginie as she slowly undid the black, spaghetti strapped dress the French Actress was wearing. Allowing the dress to fall to the floor, Laetitia exposed Virginie's perfect body to both Call, and the cameras she'd hidden throughout the room.

"My god, those are beautiful," Burke said, ogling her breasts.

"She's completely beautiful," Lambert said. "Looks like we're about to get two babes for the price of one."

"Call didn't mention anything about this," Stall said as Laetitia lead Virginie over to the bed. There Marissa reached up and kissed Virginie passionately. "I wonder why?"

"Maybe she didn't know," Burke offered.
"Or maybe she's keeping something from us," Lambert said. "Are you sure it's wise to let her go once she's done?"

"A deal's a deal," Stall said, watching as Virginie reluctantly started touching Marissa's breasts. The young blonde seemed so much more eager than the brunette actress, but with Laetitia's gentle hands massaging Virginie's shoulders and caressing her breasts from behind, Virginie was rapidly getting into it.

"I don't trust her," Lambert said again.

"Does it matter?" Stall said. "After tonight, she'll be out of our lives forever."

"Yeah, Lambert, just sit back and enjoy the show, would you?" Burke said. "This isn't something you see every day.


* * *

February 6th, 2005
Apartment of Laetitia Casta,
Paris, France

Marissa gently kissed Virginie's lips as the older actress ran her hands over her new lover's breasts. As the French actress leaned over and started sucking on her nipples, Marissa wondered if Stall and the boys were even alive anymore. Lord knew she had almost had a heart attack when Laetitia had led the famous Virginie Ledoyen into the bedroom.

Marissa had admired Virginie for a while now. The French actress seemed to have no problem whatsoever getting naked on film, and her body was so perfect that to not showcase it to the world was a crime. That she was secretly sleeping with Laetitia Casta was no surprise - celebrities with secret homosexual partners was nothing new, especially to Marissa who was not only Laetitia's secret lover, but also Penelope Cruz's. But the fact that Virginie, the oh so perfect pixie of French Cinema, was into nasty lesbian sex with the ever-so-kinky Laetitia was a true shock.

"Touch her pussy," Laetitia said lustfully as she leaned over Virginie and whispered in her ear.

"May I?" Virginie asked Marissa.

"Please, do," Marissa said, panting a bit. This was hot. Hotter than anything she'd done in a long time. She'd had threesomes before, but they'd always been with at least one man. This was her first ever all girl threesome, and it was fantastic.

Virginie slid a finger into Marissa's sopping wet cunt, and quickly found her G-Spot. Marissa felt her eyes go wide, and her body spasmed. Unable to hold back, she allowed herself to climax, thrashing her body slightly under Virginie's tender ministrations.

Marissa's orgasm seemed to be a signal to the others, and before the young blonde could calm down, Laetitia had pulled Virginie off her and thrust her tongue deep into her fellow Frenchwoman's throat. As Marissa lay there panting, Laetitia managed to get Virginie on her back right next to Marissa. Virginie didn't struggle as Laetitia quickly worked three fingers into her cunt and started thrusting away. Marissa propped herself up on one elbow to watch, giving Stall and crew the perfect shot of the action from the camera located on the necklace still around her neck.

"Oh, god, yes!" Virginie moaned aloud, breaking the silence that had permeated the room in the last few minutes.

"Marissa, eat me out," Laetitia commanded. Marissa blinked, thinking she'd been forgotten until that moment, and then hurried to obey. She shuffled down the bed and got underneath Laetitia and between her legs. Just above her head was Virginie's own pussy, her legs spread wide to allow Marissa to reach Laetitia's most private areas. Looking up, Marissa could see the completely shaved pussy Laetitia kept at all times. Smiling, Marissa went to work, running her tongue directly across Laetitia's clit. The French model moaned, but didn't stop running her fingers deep into Virginie's pussy.

Marissa licked and sucked at Laetitia for what seemed like hours, enjoying the cascade of girl-cum that came from not one, but two different orgasm's Laetitia had. Virginie, from the sounds of it, had at least that many before the girls finally gave in.

Marissa spent the night in bed, sandwiched between the two beauties, and slept the most pleasant sleep she ever had. She imagined that, considering the video they got last night, Stall and his boys probably slept pretty well, too.

* * *

February 6th, 2005
Hilton Hotel,
Paris, France

"Well, Miss Call, you completed your part of the bargain," Stall said over a late breakfast in his hotel room.

"Thanks, I guess," Marissa said.

"I assume you'll be wanting a trip home now. Mr. Lambert is working on some nice fake Ids for you that'll get you out of France without a problem. I hope you won't mind waiting an extra day or two from them to arrive."

"No problem," Marissa said.

"Shall I book you a flight to the states, then?" Stall asked as he buttered an English Muffin.

"Actually, I was wondering something," Marissa said.

"What's that?" Stall asked.

Call took a deep breath before she continued. "I was wondering, how are you going to get other celebs for this little bet of yours?"

"However we can," Stall said, honestly. "Thanks to you, my count's now up to ten. Seventy in just under eleven months isn't too hard.

"No, but you could still use some help, couldn't you?"

Stall looked at her. "What are you saying, Miss Call?"

"Before last night, the only celebs I'd ever fucked were Laetitia and Penelope. But last night, while Virginie was getting me off, I realized that there are so many beautiful women in the world, and you're going after eighty of the most beautiful of them."

"I can't argue that," Stall said.

"Anyone working with you will have the chance to at least watch these women doing the most beautiful and sensual things imaginable. It's the chance of a lifetime."

"And it beats being a hooker or a thief?" Stall asked.

"Yes, yes it does," Call said honestly. "Mr. Stall, I want in. I want to help you get these videos, and I want to fuck as many celebs as I can."

Stall looked at her for a long moment before replying. "I had a feeling you might change your mind. Tell you what, Miss Call. If you agree to allow any encounters you have with hot celebrity women be taped by my people, I'll pay your way through Europe and the rest of the world. And, when we're done, if you're still here, I'll make sure you can go home no problem, as per the terms of our original agreement. Is that satisfactory for you?"

"Yes," Marissa said, smiling. "Yes it is."

"Well, then," Stall said, turning back towards his breakfast. "I suggest you pack. Next stop for us is Germany. You don't happen to have any contacts there, do you?"

"Not yet," Marissa said. "But I'll make some."

"Good," Stall said. "Welcome to the team, Miss Call. Welcome to the team."


* * *

February 7th, 2005
Scotland Yard
London, England

"Hey, boss, where you going?" Daniel Coach asked as he poked his head into Agnes Stone's office.

"Paris, believe it or not," Stone replied. "A British Citizen got himself killed last night, and I'm the lucky one who gets to check it out."

"How'd he die?" Coach asked.

"Raped and murdered," Stone said.

"Ouch. Who was she?" Coach asked.

"You were right the first time, Dan - HIS name was Daniel Walters, of Nottingham. He was in Paris for a conference or something like that. Went up to his hotel room and the maid found him the next morning nothing but blood and broken bones. The French Police want one of us in on the case, and my name got pulled out of the hat."

"So a man gets raped and murdered. Not too surprising in some places. There are still some gay men who want to remain in the closet no matter what," Coach replied.

"Somehow, I think this will be something more than that," Stone said, thinking for a moment.

"Hey, speaking of Paris," Coach said, snapping his fingers suddenly. "What hotel was it at?"

"The Hilton," Stone said. "Why?"

"You remember those radio carrier waves I mentioned to you last month?"

"The ones you think were related to the Harrods security breach?"

"Same ones. They were active all over London for a week or two after that, but then they disappeared."

"So?"

"So, they showed up again in the past five or six days, only this time in France. A couple of hits emanating from the Cannes area, and then a good solid signal coming from Paris last night."

Stone looked at him for a long second. "Go on."

"I pinpointed the originating location with a little help from one of my buddies in Amsterdam. And they were almost certainly coming from the Hilton Hotel in Paris."

Stone looked at him for a very long moment. "You know, maybe this trip will turn out to be more interesting than I thought," she said at last.

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 8: Naked Danger

February 20th, 2005
Guildsman Bar,
Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall was more than a little happy that his back was to the wall. For one, it let him keep half an eye on the door, waiting for his rather unusual date to arrive. And, for another, the images on his laptop computer would've made him more than a bit conspicuous to the rest of the crowd.

After all, it wasn't every day a man in a bar could watch an Olympic Gold Metal skater having her pussy licked by a 19-year-old former prostitute turned celebrity fucker.

"Good stuff, Lambert," Stall said quietly into the microphone hidden in his collar. Back in London, Thomas Lambert was sending the latest images from the other side of Germany. Not twenty minutes ago, Marissa Call, Stall's newest hire, had managed to seduce her way into the bed of Katarina Witt. In just the few weeks Stall had known Marissa, she'd helped him get digital video of four celebs engaging in lesbian sex - Penelope Cruz, Laetitia Casta, Virginie Ledoyen, and now Katarina.

On the screen, Marissa was going to town, sliding three cum-coated fingers deep into Katarina's slit. The young blonde had the skater writhing on the bed, Kat's impressive tits swinging back and forth like uncontrollable balloons. Stall remembered seeing Katarina's Playboy issue all those years ago, and she looked just as good now.

There was a story here - Marissa had somehow turned blatantly heterosexual Katarina into a more than willing lesbian lover. Marissa had a way with women, but this was fast for even her. On the screen, Katarina had pulled Marissa's body over her own, and the two women were engaging in some tentative 69-ing. Marissa was eagerly devouring Katarina's cunt, while the skater did a more gingerly job on Stall's employee.

"This is only half edited stuff," Lambert's voice cut into Stall's thoughts. "The rest is raw footage, but I've got a couple of really good shots of Marissa opening up Katarina's slit while she jams that tiny vibrator she got up her ass."

"Save those for the end. The rest of the Timekeepers will enjoy it."

"So, when's your date going to get there?" Lambert asked.

"Soon, I hope. She just got back into the country earlier this week, and is scheduled to leave for the States again day after tomorrow. Here's hoping she's got time for an old friend."
On the screen, Marissa had flipped Katarina over and was licking her pussy from behind. The skater looked like she was all of three seconds away from orgasm, but somehow, Marissa kept her off it for several minutes, switching from barely teasing Katarina's clit to full-out tongue fucking her slit.

Stall was caught up watching Marissa slide three fingers up Katarina's ass when the door to the bar opened, and his date walked in. Glancing up, he caught site of her and instantly shut down the computer. Smiling, he stood up, hit a single button on his watch, and headed over to meet her.

"Richard!" She said, reaching out to hug him. He returned the hug, making sure his hand made contact with her bare arm.

"Heidi," Stall said, smiling. "Long time, no see."

"You have no idea how surprised I was to get your call," Heidi Klum replied as she sat down across from him.

* * *

"How the hell does this guy know Heidi Klum?"

Crow rolled his eyes slightly as he sat at the edge of the bar, sipping his beer. Raven was already on her third, and it showed by the fact that of the six buttons holding her shirt over her breasts, three were undone. Generally, her rule of thumb was one beer, one button.

"This is the same guy who fucked a pregnant Alizee in France two weeks ago," Crow muttered. "Blackbird was right, Stall's got connections to famous pussy."

Raven flicked a strand of long, dark hair out of her face and glanced over at the table Stall and Klum were now sharing. Judging from the fact that it was easily hot enough to cook an egg in this crowd, the ice hard nipples trying to rip their way out of Klum's top meant that she was easily a target for Stall's great pussy hunt.

"We can't knock him off in this crowd. Not with her here now," Crow muttered.

"We'll have to follow them back and do it when they're alone," Raven replied.

"I don't know," Crow replied. "We can't be killing her, either. Any investigation into her death would be a little too big for Blackbird's taste."

"What if we do some sniper work?" Raven asked. "Take him out while they're doing it? She'd be so embarrassed that she was fooling around on that new fiance of hers that she'd probably as the police to keep it well under wraps."

"That's an idea. We'll have to move quick, though," Crow replied. "We don't know if they're going back to her place, or his hotel room."

Raven looked over at Stall and Klum. Heidi was running her fingers up and down Stall's arm. There was a hint of lust in her eyes, and it was clear to someone like Raven, who knew a woman's body language like the back of her hand, that engagement or not, Stall was getting into Heidi's panties tonight. If not sooner.

"Better go get the car ready," she told Crow. "And try not to mess things up here like you did in France, alright?"

"Nothing got messed up in France," he muttered as he stood up and left.

Raven rolled her eyes and went back to her beer. If she was lucky, she'd get another button undone before Stall and Klum ran off to get their freak on.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
The German Autobahn,
Somewhere in the Middle of Germany


"You'd think this autobahn thing would work better," Marissa Call muttered from the back of the limo.

"Excuse me? I'm doing something like a hundred miles an hour here," Michael Burke shot back over his shoulder. "That not fast enough for you?"

"First of all, how is it you've been driving in Europe all this time now and haven't learned the difference between miles and kilometers yet? Secondly, considering the fact that your boss is probably getting it on with Heidi Freakin' Klum right now, you bet your ass this isn't fast enough for me."

"This from a girl who just spent two hours fucking Katarina Witt. Do you ever get enough sex?"

"With men, sure," Marissa replied. "With women, I guess it's possible. With hot, famous celebrity pussy? Never. Now step on it!" Burke increased speed, but not by much.

"Why'd Stall send you to get me, anyway?" Marissa asked as she scooted closer to the front of the limo."

"He didn't. I knew he'd be busy for a few hours, and you were done getting lucky with your ice skater, so I figured I'd grab you and we'd get back with plenty of time.

"Huh," Marissa replied.
"How exactly did you get into Kat's ever-so-hot panties, anyway?"

"Trade secret, boy," she responded. "Trade secret."

"You're no fun."

"Uh-uh. You've had one of my blowjobs. You KNOW I'm fun."

Burke laughed at that. "I guess you're right," he said. "I guess you're right."

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

"This is so the last time we're ever doing this," Heidi Klum said as she pulled Richard Stall into his hotel room, slamming the door behind her with her foot.

"What, you don't like me all of a sudden?" Stall smiled as he flipped one of Heidi's painfully erect nipples beneath her shit.

She squinted her eyes for a second, the grabbed his tie, pulling him to her for another passionate kiss. "You know that's not true," the Blonde said. "Every time we've had sex, it's made me lose a boyfriend. I'm engaged now. No more sex."

Stall reached down and ran his hands under Heidi's skirt. Grabbing the edge of her panties, he slowly slid the white thong down and off the model's legs, leaving her hot box exposed to the air, if not quite in view.

"I mean it, Richard," Heidi said as she pulled him back to his feet and kissed him again. Her hands managed to loosen the tie enough to slide it over his head. She threw it to the floor and instantly moved her fingers to the buttons on his shirt.

"You said that last time, Heidi. Hell, you said it when you were pregnant, and we still did it that one night in London. Remember? In the back of your limo?" As he spoke, Stall slowly pulled the top Heidi was wearing up and over her chest, exposing the perfect breasts and nipples Heidi was famous for.

"I remember," Heidi whispered as Stall gently pulled the top over her head, messing her hair slightly.

"Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you?" Stall asked as she pulled his shirt off his shoulders.

"Yes," Heidi moaned as his hands found her breasts. He started kneading them slowly as she closed her eyes and favored the sensation.

"Do you also remember how I took you from behind while you talked on the phone with your agent?" Stall asked as she slowly started pulling his belt off.

"Oh, god, yes," Heidi whispered as she managed to undo his pants, allowing the slacks to fall to the floor and exposing Stall's tented boxers.

"So," Stall said as he reached down and undid the tiny snap holding Heidi's skirt around her waist. With a woosh, it fell to the floor, leaving the super model in all her glorious nudity. "Do you still think we shouldn't have any more sex?"

To answer him, Heidi practically ripped his boxers off him and threw him on the nearby couch.

And, over in England, one very happy techno-nerd was relieved that he'd sent enough cameras to cover Stall's entire suite, just in case his employer couldn't get Heidi Klum all the way to the bedroom.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Roof of the Nillobic ****** Union,
Cologne, Germany

"Got him," Crow said, his eyes focused through the sniper rifle's sight. "He's in the main area, not the bedroom."

"What, he go home alone?" Raven asked. Usually, she took the sniper shots - she was a far better shot than Crow on her worst days. But she'd managed to get all but two buttons on her top undone at the bar, and her eyes we slightly blurry. She wasn't drunk - she could drink sailors under the table in less than thirty minutes in the shadiest of Shang Hi bars - but she never risked an operation like this when her skills weren't at their sharpest.

"Oh, no. They're going at it right now. Damn, he's got a good lookin' ass on him. Wish I'd had the chance to get with that for a night."

"Crow, you're nuts," Raven replied, grabbing her binoculars and peered into the propper window. "Holly shit, no wonder she's a super model."

"So, you want me to axe him now, or wait until he's done?"

"Better to wait," Raven said, wishing all of a sudden she had time to fool around with someone down at the bar. "Besides, it looks like she's enjoying it. Might as well let her have some fun before we ruin her night."

"Fine, but I don't have as good a shot at the bedroom. We aren't exactly directly across from them here."

"If it looks like they're heading for another room, go ahead and blow his brains out. No point risking him getting out of range."

"Right," Crow muttered.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall had been Heidi Klum's on-again, off-again lover for more than four years now. They had met at some function or another years ago, and by the end of that night, Stall was buried to the hilt in her snatch. Their friendship had developed mostly over sex. Frequently, their sessions would be slow and tender, Stall slowly sliding in and out of Heidi for hours on end while they discussed their lives and their (mostly sexual) desires. One session like that had lasted more than 12 hours, and had they not had access to several condoms and a full supply of lube, Stall was certain he would've given his penis rug burn before they were done.

Heidi had never expressed even the slightest hint of romantic interest in Stall, and that was fine by him. When he'd met Lambert and conceived the idea for this little trip around the world to tape celebs having sex, he had known that, sooner or later, he'd be able to get Heidi on camera. Really, it was the biggest given on this entire trip.

Of course, that hadn't stop him from using his watch to spray some of Lambert's chemical lust-inducer onto his hand before he touched Heidi for the first time. Better safe than sorry, Stall figured.

"Oh, god, yes," Heidi hissed in his ear as he penetrated her hot, wet cunt once more. Currently, she was riding on top of him, sliding herself up and down his shaft while he gripped her breasts. Woman on top was such a wonderful position for a guy. Just lay there, while she does all the work and you get all the reward. Stall knew certain moves in the Kama Sutra that would bring a woman to orgasm in twenty seconds flat. But with Heidi - and all of Lambert's cameras watching - he wanted to take his time and put on a good show.

Heidi rode him like a stallion for several long minutes, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down in his hands as she practically jumped up and down on his cock. Stall envied any man who got to sleep with this piece of ass every night. There was a reason he kept coming back to Heidi time and time again.

Finally, Heidi seemed to tire. Her pussy swallowed his cock one last time before she collapsed on top of him, physically exhausted if not sexually satisfied.

"I don't suppose you'd like to be on top for a while, would you?" She asked.

Stall smiled as he rolled over on the carpeted floor, pushing his cock even deeper into her snatch as he did so. Now above her, he slowly started stroking in and out, controlling the action for the first time that night.


"Mmm, just like that," Heidi moaned as one of his hands found her breasts, and fingers playfully started squeezing nipples.

"You like that," Stall said. It wasn't a question.

"You know I do."

"I know you do."

"Don't play with me, Richard," Heidi pleaded. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Stall increased his pace, feeling the heat between them rise. This wasn't going to be a seven hour epic. But, judging from the fact that Heidi had been facing one of Lambert's hidden cameras when she'd been riding him, the video would be fantastic.

Harder and harder, he thrust into her, plummeting out inside her as he "hit bottom" with almost every stroke. She flung her head about, almost as if it had come unhinged from her neck as they fucked like experts. They knew each other's bodies, knew what got the other one off the fastest. If he placed a hand right there. And if she slid a finger over that. And if he flexed his penis just at the right spot. And if she clenched her pussy at exactly the right time.

And, as if on cue, he touched her as she slid her finger, and he flexed as she squeezed.

Heidi's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her climax almost over took her. And Stall practically collapsed on top of her, his head landing in the comforting pillow of her ample breasts as his strength left him, and he was no longer able to hold his head up.

And it was that temporary loss of strength that saved his life.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Roof of the Nillobic ****** Union,
Cologne, Germany

"Now," Raven said.

Crow squeezed the trigger just as Heidi's head hit the floor. As he started, Stall's head was almost dead center in his sights. From their slightly elevated angle, Stall's head was almost perfectly framed by the window frame. The assassin applied just the right amount of pressure, but moved just half a second too slow. The bullet left the chamber at the exact moment Stall's head fell temporarily out of sight beneath the bottom of the window.

"Fuck!" Crow muttered, knowing at once he'd missed the shot. Despite the traffic noise from the busy street below, the report of the shot firing echoed around them, and the sound of breaking glass and a woman screaming a half-second later.

"Again!" Raven urged.

"He's out of sight," Crow hissed. "I can't see him."

"Stand up," Raven said. "You'll see him if you're standing up."

"No time," Crow muttered. "We've gotta get out of here."

"Not without killing him," Raven said.

"He'll try to run," Crow said. "We'll get him before he gets to his car."

"Go grab our wheels," Raven said, pulling out the small semi-automatic pistol she kept on her whenever he wardrobe would allow. "Meet me down there. I'll get him and then we'll get out of here."

"Right," Crow said, throwing the sniper rifle into it's case and mentally going over his checklist to make sure they hadn't missed anything.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Penthouse Suite of The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall heard the glass shatter and the thud in the floor next to him almost at the same time. Without thinking, he rolled over Heidi and pulled her with him until they ended up just next to the now broken window. Heidi was screaming in fear, but Stall didn't have time for that now.

"Boss, what the hell is going on there?" Lambert's voice entered the small receiver in Stall's ear.

"I don't know," Stall said, looking about.

"Someone's shooting at us!" Heidi screamed. For half a second, Stall thought that she was hearing Lambert, too. Then he realized she was just catching on to what was going on.

"Stay down," Stall said, thinking fast. He needed to get out of here, and quick. He needed to get in touch with Burke down in the limo and let him know that he needed a escape route, and quickly.

He also needed pants. There was nothing worse than facing danger while your naked balls swung between your legs.

"Heidi, stay low and crawl into the bedroom. Get on the phone and tell the hotel manager to call the cops."

"What are you going to do?" Heidi asked.

"Call my driver," Stall said, angling away from the window as he crawled towards his pants. "We're getting out of here."

"Oh, god, what are we going to do?" Heidi moaned as she started crawling on her hands and knees towards the other room.

"Don't panic!" Stall said, acutely aware that there hadn't been a second shot fired yet. Well, better safe than sorry.

Heidi crawled into the bedroom, getting out of earshot about the same moment Stall reached his pants. Grabbing his cellphone, he made an urgent call.

* * *

February 20th, 2005
The German Autobahn,
Just outside Cologne, Germany

Burke was already driving like a madman when the phone in the limo went off. Marissa picked it up.

"Stall?" She asked.

"Marissa? Where the fuck are you?"

"Burke and I are just outside of town," she answered. "We're maybe ten minutes away from the hotel."

"Someone's shooting at us over here, and I don't think it's Heidi they're after."

"Right. Lambert told us what was going on a second or two ago. Michael's all but flying there now. Can you get out of the room?"

"We can, but I need you to meet us at the main entrance to the parking garage with the limo. And tell Burke he better remember everything he learned in that defensive driving course he claims he took!"

"We're on our way," Marissa replied. She hung up as Stall did. "Now will you speed up?" she asked Burke.

"My pedal's already to the metal, but believe me, I'm going to try."

* * *

February 20th, 2005
Parking Garage of The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

Raven double-checked her ammo before she slid up next to the small Golf parked almost directly across from the main entrance to the Hilton from the parking garage. If Stall was going to make a run for his limo, he'd half to come out here.

"No sign of Stall's car yet," Crow's voice entered her ears through the small headset she now wore.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Raven said, wishing she'd had time to change into something a little more stealthy. People tended to remember hot brunettes wearing very tiny skirts, leaning up against crappy German cars while shooting a gun at a famous super model's sexual partner. More than ten minutes had passed since Crow had flubbed that first shot. If Stall was going to try and run, it would be any second now.

Leveling the pistol with her line of sight, she put her finger on the trigger and waited, patiently. Any second now.

"We're good to go," Crow said. "I can pick you up in thirty seconds."

"Stand by," Was all Raven said.

Suddenly, the door to the Hotel opened. Clad only in a man's white shirt that almost certainly did NOT cover her crotch, Heidi Klum stepped out quickly. Close behind her, wearing only some slacks and carrying his laptop computer, came Richard Stall.

Smiling, Raven took aim, and fired.

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 9: Friends and Enemies

February 20th, 2005
Parking Garage of The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

Richard Stall had seen his life flash before his eyes exactly three times in his life. The first time was when, as a young boy, he'd hit a tree skiing. He'd broken six ribs and both his legs, and spent nearly four months in a partial body cast. The second time was when, as a young teenager, he'd taken his father's Jaguar out for a spin and quickly wrapped it around a parked taxi cab. He got out of that one with just a broken arm. The third time came when he'd been on a plane flight to Australia, flying over the Pacific, and the power had gone out. The plane lost a lot of altitude, but power returned well before they would've hit the water. In all three cases, when Stall had been certain he was going to die, his life had flashed before his eyes.

Now, as he ran out of a hotel dragging a half-naked Heidi Klum behind him while he was getting shot at, he found himself somewhat surprised that his life WASN'T flashing before his eyes. Indeed, if anything, his mind was clear, and the future was all he was thinking about.

The first shot missed his head by a half-inch, gouging plaster out of the wall behind him. Without thinking, he'd shoved Heidi down behind the nearest car, a yellow Volkswagen Beetle that looked like it'd been built in the '80s. The second and third round clanged off the rear of the Bug, never making it past the engine that was still back there.

Fortune, it seemed, still favored Richard Stall.

"Oh my god," Heidi gasped as they hunkered down. If the shooter was that determined, he'd be around the side of the car any second now. Then there would be nothing Stall could do except hope that his end would be short.

"I don't want to die," Heidi moaned.

"Neither do I," Stall said, looking around for ANYTHING that might have worked as a weapon. Only in a fancy hotel would the parking garage be free of even so much as a scrap of garbage. Things were not looking good.

Stall decided to risk a look up over the edge of the car, and was greeted by another bullet, this time sheering off the driver's side rear-view mirror. Heidi screamed again.

Knowing there was little left he could do, Stall decided he'd at least make sure Heidi was safe.

"When I tell you, run back towards the elevator," he whispered to her, holding her hand to try and keep her calm.

"What are you going to do?" Heidi asked.

"Distract the shooter," he said, getting up on the balls of his feet. Heidi got to her knees, keeping her head down.

"Wait, Richard-"

"No time," he hissed. "Count to five, then run." Stall stood up a little more, half expecting to have bullet slam into his skull-

-when the screech of tires filled the garage. From outside, Stall's limo came racing in and practically slammed into the VW Bug as it came to a halt between them and the shooter.

The door to the limo swung open, and Marissa Call waved at them. "Hurry up!" She screamed. Another shot rang out, the round connecting with the bullet-proof glass on the far side of the limo. The passenger-side window spider-webed, but held out.

Stall and Heidi were inside the limo before another shot could be fired.

"Get us out of here!" Stall cried out as he hit the floor of the limo, Heidi landing on top of him.

"We're gone!" Michael Burke, Stall's driver, responded. The limo tore out of the garage in reverse, narrowly missing another car before switching into forward gear and racing off down the streets of Cologne.

"That was too close," Stall muttered, looking up at the damaged window just above his head.

* * *

The assassin known only as Raven curse her luck as she hopped into the SUV driven by her partner, Crow. The two had both missed shots on Richard Stall now, and their employer, a man known only as Blackbird, wasn't going to be happy.

"What the fuck happened?" Crow demanded as they pulled out of the garage.

"I missed," Raven snarled.

"You drank too much again, didn't you?" Crow muttered.

"Shut the fuck up, fag, and drive! I heard sirens before you got here."

"We're going to have to leave the country. We're going to lose Stall after this."

"Fuck it, we'll find him again," Raven said, practically spitting the words at him in her anger.

"Blackbird won't be happy."

"Fuck him. We'll get Stall later. We just have to get him before the end of the year, right?"

"Yeah, but the sooner we do it, the sooner we can move on to something else."

"We'll get him once we find him again," Raven said. "I'm sure of it."

Crow didn't respond as he drove out of the city.

* * *

February 21st, 2005
The Cologne Hilton,
Cologne, Germany

Agnes Stone looked at the broken window in the photos before her, and compared them with the still shattered window in Richard Stall's limo.

"You're certain you were the target, Mr. Stall?" the Scotland Yard detective asked as she walked back around the other end of the limo.

"No one knew Heidi would be there," Stall said, shaking his head. "I hate to say it, Detective, but I must have been the target."

Stone looked at him for a long second. "For the record, I agree with you," she replied at last. "But, the Germans aren't so certain. They're going to run a full investigation along the lines that this was an attempt on Miss Klum's life. You've been relegated to unfortunate bystander."

"Fantastic," Stall muttered. "I suppose I need to stay in the country now, in case they need me."

"Nope," Stone replied. "The Germans are remarkably uninterested in you at the moment. Blame the fact that George Bush is due in country any day now. They've got bigger fish to fry. They've got your statement, and they want nothing to do with you."

"Well, that's something, I guess."

"So, I assume you're going to want to head back to London now," Stone said.

"Actually, I've got business in Czech Republic," Stall muttered. "After that, I'm not sure where I'll go."

Stone gave him another long look. "All right," she said. She handed him a business card. "I may be contacting your people in the future. The Germans may think this was a job target Miss Klum, but I have my doubts. I'll be keeping an eye on you, Mister Stall."

"Thank you, Detective Stone," Stall said, flashing her a slight smile. She gave him one last look, as if sizing him up, before taking off to go speak with her German counterpart.

* * *

"You're sure?" Stall asked.

"Positive," Tom Lambert's voice came over the phone. "I had my people in the room about ten minutes before the police got there. The crime scene you and the shooter created down in the parking garage kept the cops out long enough for my guys to destroy the cameras I set up in the hotel room. No one will find them."

"That was too close, Lambert," Stall said. "We need to have a way to destroy the cameras in case they fall into the wrong hands."

"Those wrong hands being the local constabulary," Lambert said.

"Exactly," Stall replied.

"I'll see what I can come up with. For now, we'll work with your portable cameras. I'll try and get you an extra set ASAP."

"Good job, Lambert," Stall said.

"So, where to next, boss?" Lambert asked. "I take it you want out of Germany."

"We're going to the Czech Republic," Stall said. "Heidi wants me to hide out for a day or two, and she told a friend we were coming."

"A friend of Heidi Klum's?" Lambert asked.

Stall actually smiled. "A young lady by the name of Petra Nemcova."

* * *

"You're sure?" Stone asked.

"Positive," Daniel Coach's voice came over the phone. "I had my buddy in Amsterdam, and he confirmed it. Those strange radio signals I've been tracking were active in Germany yesterday. One of them coming from very nearby the Cologne Hilton."

"That's a heck of a coincidence," Stone said. "Could it be something the people who went after Stall are using to communicate with each other?"

"Can't rule it out," Coach replied. "But I can't say that's it, either."

Stone rubbed at her temples. She'd spent the last two weeks in France, trying to catch up on the murder of a British Citizen. She'd all but given up - the only police force in the world more difficult to work with than the Germans were the French - when the report of the attack on Stall had come in. The English Embassy had requested Scotland Yard send someone over to help the investigation along, and, seeing as how Stone had literally been just across the border, she'd gotten re-routed to Cologne instead of London.

Unexplained murder to unexplained assassination attempt. Life was just peachy these days.

"Listen, Dan, get me everything you can on Richard Stall. What he does for a living, who he works with, who he works against. The Germans may be positive this was an attack on Klum, but I'm not."

"Sure thing. You want me to see if any known terrorist groups have been using signals similar to the one's I've been reading lately?"

"Can if you want, but I doubt you'll find anything. Keep me up to date on all things Stall," Stone said. "He's the key here, somehow. The more I know about him, the better."

* * *

February 23rd,
Home of Petra Nemcova,
Karvina, Czech Republic

Richard Stall had no idea quite how he'd gotten here. Karvina was a small, coal mining town lost deep in the Czech Republic, and was so far off the radar, it wasn't even funny. That he'd find himself here, hiding from gunmen, was odd enough. That he was here with the company he was currently with was something even more.

"You're more than welcome to stay a few more days, Mr. Stall," Petra Nemcova said from her chair in the modest living room of her parents. "Heidi asked me to help you out, and for Heidi, I'd do just about anything."

For half a second, Stall wanted to ask her if that involved lesbian sex. According to Heidi, the fashion model world was rife with homosexuality, both in the models and designers. Heidi had confessed more than once to Stall that she'd been with a few of her Victoria Secret friends and fellow Sports Illustrated models. Petra wasn't on that list, at least as far as Stall knew.

But her companion of the moment, Veronica Varekova, was.

The gorgeous Czech model had recently gotten married to NHL star Petr Nedved, but, again according to Heidi, the (currently) blonde model was just as fond of women as she was of men. And that meant that Stall could barely keep his eyes off her.

Stall may have been in hiding from shooters, but the bet he'd made with the Timekeepers wasn't far from his mind.

Veronica was visiting Petra as the latter recovered from her injuries incurred during the Tsunami that smashed most everything bordering along the Indian Ocean. Petra had spent something like eight hours clinging to a tree with a broken hip bone, and had also lost her boyfriend/fiancee in the disaster. Looking at her now, Petra was every bit as beautiful as she was when she'd appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated's famous Swimsuit issue, but now seemed somehow more frail, more delicate.

Veronica, a long time friend of Petra, had rushed as soon as possible to see Petra, and had been back and forth to Karvina frequently ever since. Petra was getting better, but slowly. She could walk with the help of crutches, and seemed to smile frequently. But Veronica seemed a bit distracted, and a call from Lambert might have explained that.

"Okay, this Nedved fellow," Lambert said over the phone to Stall a few hours earlier, "he's like most major sports stars. If he's in a different town and pussy is being offered to him, he's happy to sample. There are more than sixteen confirmed reports of him 'scoring on goals' that weren't Veronica's. According to my sources, she probably knows, but that doesn't mean much. A lot of women put up with this stuff for the money."

"But Veronica makes plenty of money on her own," Stall pointed out.

"I don't have all the answers, boss. If you want to bag her, you better use the chemical. She might be open to putting out, but I wouldn't bet the farm on it."

"Right," Stall said. He'd use Lambert's chemical, all right. If he could just get Veronica away from Petra for more than thirty seconds.

Stall would've gone after Petra - he actually thought her the more attractive of the two, but there would be little he could do sexually with the injured model, save perhaps go down on her. That didn't make much of a video, and while he could have Marissa do it, it was probably a bit morbid.

Veronica, though, was in perfect shape, and, would more than make a fine video.

"Mr. Stall," Veronica said suddenly, breaking him from his mental review, "perhaps you can help me with the dishes. Poor Petra's parents are off running errands, and God knows Petra can't be bothered with such tasks."

"I can do the dishes, V," Petra put in.

"No, you rest," Stall said, smiling down at Petra. God, she was beautiful. But, then, so was Veronica, and this might be his chance. He went with the lovely Miss Varekova into the Nemcov kitchen, and before he knew it, he was washing dishes by hand as Veronica dried. He noticed her blouse was stretched a little tight over her chest, and her bluejeans were all but painted on her ass. All he needed right now was an opening to put some of the chemical on her skin, and those clothes would come off, and Stall would GET off.

His chance didn't come until several minutes later, when, quite by accident, Veronica dropped a glass onto the floor.

"Oh my!" she gasped as the glass shattered into a few dozen pieces. "It just slipped."

"It's okay," Stall said, bending over. Veronica followed him down, and soon the two were kneeling on the floor, picking up stray pieces of glass.

"Ouch!" Veronica said, suddenly, sticking her thumb in her mouth. "I cut myself."

Seizing the moment, Stall carefully hit the button on his watch and allowed it to coat his left hand with the chemical aphrodisiac.

"Let me see," Stall said, taking Veronica's hand in both of his and glancing at the thumb. He made a show of looking for the injury, which really hadn't been that bad, all the while gently massaging her hand with his, spreading the chemical across her palm while he was at it.

"You have very soft hands," Veronica mention suddenly.

"I'm quite good with them," Stall responded, actively massaging her hand now. Veronica's nipples were already hard.

"What was that crash?"

The voice all but made Veronica jump, and she and Stall turned to see Petra entering the kitchen on her metal crutches, slowly coming towards them.

"It's fine," Stall said. "We just dropped a glass. We're picking it up."

"Are you both okay?" Petra asked.

"Well, I stabbed my thumb, but Richard here took care of it nicely," Veronica said, grabbing Stall in a side hug that lasted a bit longer than it really should have. She was clearly under the influence of the chemical now.

Unfortunately, Petra noticed something wasn't quite right with her friend.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Petra asked. "We have a first aid kit around here somewhere."

"Listen to you!" Veronica said, moving over by Petra and putter her hands on her shoulders. "You can barely walk, and you're worried about us! We're fine! Go, rest, take a nap or something."

"What's going on, Veronica?" Petra asked.

"Dishes!" Veronica said, sounding frustrated. "We're doing your dishes, you silly little twit! Now go rest before I put you to bed and take away your crutches."

Petra looked at Veronica, looked at Stall, who shrugged noncommittally, then returned her gaze to Veronica.

"You're sure you're fine?" Petra asked.

"Yes. Go."

Petra gave Stall one last look, and from her eyes, Stall knew that Petra knew something other than dishes was about to happen here. But the injured model left, and as soon as the door closed behind her, Veronica was all but on top of Stall.

"Have you ever had sex with a married woman?" Veronica asked as she approached Stall.

"Uh, yes, actually," Stall said. Not counting celebs, he'd bedded at least four women he'd known to be married in his years in the Timekeeper's Club, and suspected at least two others as hiding that fact from him. Not that it had ever bothered him.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Veronica asked as she started to undo the buttons on her blouse.

"Yes," Stall said.

"Boss?" Lambert's voice broke into Stall's head. His earpiece! He'd almost forgotten about it. "I'm getting all this right now," Lambert said. Stall smiled at that. Trust Lambert to be on the ball and record all this. They'd only have one angle - that being from his pendant camera - but one angle would be better than none.

Veronica must have thought he was smiling at her, because she smiled back and finished unbuttoning her shirt. Her bra-less breasts were magnificent, ample beauties that defied gravity on their own and seemed almost too large for her delicate frame. Still, smiling, she came forward until she was all but pressed against her. With little effort, she reached down and unzipped his fly.

"In the past year, I've only been with my husband," Veronica said as she slowly withdrew Stall's cock from his pants. "But I've wanted others. I've wanted Petra for so long now, it's all I've been able to do just to keep from molesting her in her own bed. I thought my lusts were only for other women, and that Petr would be more than enough man for me. Now, I see I'm wrong."

"You are?" Stall asked as she gently circled his penis with her fingers.

"I am," Veronica said, leaning in to him, unknowingly bringing her breasts into perfect view for the camera around his neck.

"I need you, Richard," she said. "I need you now."

"But Petra-" Stall said, pretending to be putting up a fight.

"Do me here. Now. Be quiet and be quick," Veronica said. "Petra will never know."

In response, Stall reached down and grabbed Veronica's hips. Pulling her to him, he kissed her once before he started unbuttoning her jeans. The whole time, she gave him a very light, very delicate hand job, never doing anything more than teasing his cock with her fingertips. He couldn't complain. He was hard enough to hit cricket balls with his dick at that moment, and her fingertips were effortlessly edging him on.

As soon as her pants hit the floor, he pulled aside the black thong panties she wore to cover her slit, and slid himself into her with one solid thrust.

"Oh, yes..." Veronica moaned. She leaned back, pulling him with her, until she hit the counter. Stall hefted her up until her ass was resting on it, almost perfectly aligned with his dick.

And then the fun began.

Quick and silent was the order of the day. The camera would have a great view of Veronica's half-naked body, and Stall didn't want to waste time with Petra possibly just on the other side of the door.

Veronica moaned slightly as Richard began to fuck her in earnest. His hands found her breasts, and he kneaded them as he went, her hands finding his back and clawing at it playfully. Occasionally, they would kiss, but for the next two or three minutes, it was all about sex, and what they could get from each other.

Surprisingly, Veronica came first - a side effect of the chemical perhaps - her juices coating Stall's already soaked dick. It took him mere seconds to catch up, but before he could shoot his load, Veronica had already half passed out on him. As he filled her groggy body with his seed, he heard a noise behind him.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Petra Nemcova said, a disappointed look on her face.

"Petra-" Veronica started as she came to.

"You're married, V," Petra said. "And you, Mr. Stall, should've known better."

"Uh, I'm sorry," Stall said, unsure of what else he could say.

"I think, Mr. Stall, that you've worn out your welcome," Petra said as she turned around and slowly left the room. Veronica, still half naked, ran after her, leaving stall with his pants half undone and a rather quick little movie to add to his collection.

"Hey Boss," Lambert's voice enter Stall's head. "You want me to cut that last bit where Petra yells at you?"

"Yeah, Lambert," Stall muttered into the tiny microphone in his collar. "Cut that."

* * *

February 24th,
Home of Petra Nemcova,
Karvina, Czech Republic

The limo, still with a half-shattered window, left the Nemcov house early the next morning. Stall hadn't seen Veronica all day, though Petra had seen him off, and actually given him a kiss on the cheek. He didn't think all was forgotten, but perhaps Veronica had talked some sense into her fellow swimsuit model.

Or, maybe Petra was just a really good host.

"So, are we headed home now?" Michael Burke asked from the driver's seat.

"Is that wise?" Marissa Call said. "I mean, if someone's trying to kill you, going home sounds like the worst idea possible."

"I can't hide forever," Stall pointed out.

"But you do have a bet to win," Burke pointed out. "I mean, you could go home, but you've only gotten European celebrities on tape so far. Why not go on vacation somewhere exotic - and bag some babes while you're at it."

Stall blinked. He hadn't thought of that much beyond fucking Veronica the night before.

"Hey, I'm up for it," Marissa said. "As long as I get some of those babes."

"But where to?" Stall asked.

"If I may make a suggestion," Tom Lambert's voice filtered into the car.

"What's that, Lambert?" Burke asked.

"Africa," Lambert said.

"Why Africa?" Marissa asked.

"Because my internet searching has found a few key celebs that are going to be hanging out on the continent early in March."

"As long as at least one of them is actually FROM Africa, it should work," Stall said. "Lambert, get us some tickets."

"You'll have to leave the limo behind," Lambert pointed out.

"Fine. We need the window fixed anyway. Get me the details and we're off." Stall said, smiling.

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 10: Water

March 3rd, 2005
St. Helena Bay,
Off the Coast of South Africa

Tammin Sursok lay naked on her back, her breasts heaving into the warm, summer sun. On top of her, English businessman-turned-secret-pornographer Richard Stall thrust himself a little deeper into the young woman's pussy, grunting as he did so. Richard was far from Tammin's first lover, but he was certainly the first guy she'd ever fucked within twenty minutes of meeting.

Tammin was a petite little girl, with brown hair and an almost cherubic face. She also had a talent for blowjobs, and an Australian Accent that added just the right amount of sexiness to her voice. Stall had fallen in lust with the girl almost at once, and even more so when he learned she was famous.

The nice thing about being a wealthy businessman was that you could afford to impress girls right off the bat. Knowing he could afford it without so much as blinking, Stall had rented a yacht and taken the bikini-clad girl out for a cruise. With a little help from some chemical aphrodisiac, young Miss Sursok was riding up and down on Stall's cock within minutes, all the while being filmed by his hidden cameras.

This was what Stall did, and as of late, he'd been doing very well.

Well, if you didn't take into account that someone was trying to kill him.

Tammin squirmed a little as Stall hit her G-spot with his cock, and moaned aloud. They weren't alone on the boat, but for the moment, they were by themselves. Tammin assumed it was due to good luck. Stall knew it was because he'd paid his people to stay out of the way. Couldn't have fully clothed employees getting in the way of the hidden cameras.

"I'm going to cum," Tammin whispered, her arms gripping Stall's as he continued to pound in and out of her.

"Good," Stall said, pushing even harder. Soon the two reached their climaxes, their panting and moaning in delight caught on microphones not two feet from where they were going at it. Things had more than worked out according to Stall's plans.

"That was fantastic," Tammin said a few shot minutes later. The two were still naked, though Stall now lay next to her instead of on top. "I've never done anything like that before."

"What, have sex?" Stall asked, smiling.
"Not with someone I've just met," Tammin giggled. "I mean, I've never even had a one night stand before."

"First time for everything," Stall said.

Tammin rolled on to her side. "Is that all I am? A one night stand?"

"That's entirely up to you," Stall replied. "I didn't come to South Africa to find a girlfriend."

"Why did you come here?" she asked.

"Well, in part of the big Nelson Mandela concert they're holding on Sunday," Stall said, honestly. "And in part just to get away. My life in Europe has been increasingly... hectic lately. I needed a break. And this, my dear," he said as he kissed her forehead, "Has been a very nice break."

"I came here to visit relatives I barely know," Tammin said. "I was born here, but we moved to Australia when I was very young. I thought it was time I came back and saw where I came from."

"And what have you seen?"

She smiled. "A good chunk of the Atlantic Ocean, and one very pleasing penis," she giggled.

"Well, by all means, let's enjoy those two some more," Stall said as he gently rolled her on top of him and penetrated her once more.

* * *

Up above, on a part of the yacht where Tammin and Stall couldn't see, but they could be watched, two people watched as they started their second round of sex for the afternoon.

Michael Burke was Stall's limo-driver-turned-bodyguard. Tall, with dark chocolate skin, Burke was an imposing young man from America who seemed blessed with more than a few hidden talents. As one of only four individuals who knew what Stall was doing while he fucked Tammin, Burke felt more like Stall's friend than his employee.

Next to him stood Marissa Call, a woman with a more mysterious background and a more tentative connection to Stall. Marissa had met Stall through Burke, who'd hidden her in his limo while he was waiting for Stall in France. Marissa, who's previous jobs included (but were not limited to) prostitution and petty theft, quickly learned of Stall's effort to videotape celebs and made a deal to get herself out of France. In return for a ticket out, Marissa had allowed herself to be taped having lesbian sex with Penelope Cruz, Laetitia Casta, and Virginie Leydoyen. The tiny blonde girl, also from somewhere in America, may have only been 19, but she knew a good deal when she saw one, and had stuck with Stall, in the hopes that she'd score more celebrity pussy in the bargain.

Right now the two watched as Stall got behind Tammin and slowly worked his rock hard dick into her tiny little ass.

"Lucky bastard," Burke muttered, shaking his head.

"What's the matter, jealous?" Marissa responded.

"You bet I am," Burke shot back. "Stall's getting all sorts of celebrity pussy left and right, and I haven't gotten laid in months."

"Excuse me, I believe I gave you a blow job not five minutes after we met," Marissa pointed out.

"Unless you're offering another one right now, sweetie, it don't count."

Marissa made a point of eye Burke up and down before shaking her head. "Tempting, but no, not right now. I've had my fill of sausage for today."

"What?" Burke asked. "Who?"

"That's for me to know, and for you to... well, not know," She smiled adjusting the tiny yellow bikini bottoms she wore. "I'm going to go sun myself on the front deck. You want to come?"

Burke looked back down at Stall and Tammin and saw young Miss Sursok getting a full load up her ass. Unless they went at it again right now, chances were the show was over. And, if not, then he could always watch it later on tape.

"Sure," he said. "Why not?"

* * *

March 3rd, 2005
Dock 94, Capetown Port,
Capetown, South Africa

Stall watched as the now reclothed Tammin Sursok waved to him from her taxi before he turned back towards his personal suite on his rented yacht. Burke and Call were waiting for him inside, and his computer was running full video mode with a call from England

"Well, that was fun," Stall said in greeting as he closed the door behind him.

"And unexpected," Tom Lambert replied. Lambert was the video genius who came up with the almost undetectable digital cameras that made Stall's little endeavor work. "We knew of five celebs that would be in South Africa for this little event, but Tammin wasn't one of them. The fact that you were able to get her helps out a lot."

"I'm just glad I recognized her," Stall said. "It's been a while since I watched any Aussie Soaps."

"Meanwhile," Marissa said, "We're still set to go with this crazy plan of yours if you want to."

"Why not?" Stall asked. "Have you packed your bags?"

"Yeah. I've got a ton a khaki-colored shirts and short-shorts, and some less-than-functioning underwear to go with them. Though, to be honest, I don't know what woman in her right mind goes on a safari wearing just thongs."

"The kind who wants to be ready incase she needs to have sex with a bisexual celebrity, that's who," Stall said. "When does the plane leave?"

"Six tonight local time. We'll get there late tonight and the party leaves tomorrow morning bright and early," Call said. "We're gone for two nights, hop back on a plane, and get back just in time for the concert."

"Wonderful. Make sure you've got your hidden cameras."

"Like I could forget."

"Michael, I want you to stay here," Stall said. "Keep an eye on the concert site and look out for the guests we expect to get from that."

"Sure thing, Boss," Burke replied. "I can even see who else is supposed to be playing. Who knows, maybe there will be another babe or two worth banging."

"This concert's pretty big, but I don't think anyone but our headliners and U2 will really stand out. Still, can't hurt to look."

"The Nelson Mandela celebration concerts draw a lot of proactive groups," Lambert pointed out. "But unless you consider Bono worth banging, I'd say we're left with but one choice."

"Tom, how fast can you get stuff to us down here?" Stall asked, suddenly.

"Depends on what you want," Lambert replied. "Smaller stuff I can get to you within a day. Bigger stuff, that might take longer. Why?"

"Just wondering if we might need an extra set or two of hidden cameras just in case we lose ours during the safari."

"I'll send two sets of each - two male, two female," Lambert said, eyeing Call slightly. Lambert still didn't trust her, and was only barely keeping his mouth shut about it. "You want them sent to you in Capetown, or somewhere else?"

Stall thought for a moment. "Send one set here to Michael in Capetown, and send the other two to us in Tshabong."

"Tshabong," Burke said, shaking his head. "Where do they come up with these names?"

"You're the one with Africa roots, Michael," Call muttered from her seat. "You'd think you'd know."

"Hey, my roots are American, same as yours."

"Let's not start a fight here, people," Stall muttered. "Marissa and I have a plane to catch."

"You sure you don't want me along?" Burke asked. "You did just survive an assassination attempt."

"I'm going on a UN sponsored Africa Safari in the Kalahari Gemsbok National Park," Stall said. "What could possibly go wrong?"

* * *

March 4th, 2005
Kalahari Gemsbok National Park
On the Border Between South Africa and Botswana

Bright morning sunlight came down from the sky, illuminating the tall grass around the touring van. There was a rather large contingent of people around this one van - almost twenty of them guards from the Botswana militia. Normally, this much protection wouldn't be called for, but recent uprisings lead by the Tswana rebel, Zico Nures, had seen a lot of heavily-armed poaching going on in the previously peaceful National Park.

Poaching any of the animals on these grounds was illegal, but the fact that Nures claimed he was doing so for political reasons made things even worse. Most of the Tswana men who followed him barely made livings working in mines down in South Africa before migrating North to Botswana for a few months. This meant many of them were disillusioned and desperate, leading them right into Nures' grasp.

Which, of course, was why the UN sponsored Safari was going on in the first place. Lambert had managed to get Stall on the invite list, and Stall had brought Marissa as his guest. Most of the other non-security people were either UN ambassadors or businessmen with interests that worked in the area.

With one, crucial (to Stall, anyway) additional person along.

The guide for the trip was a middle-aged Botswana official by the name of Obadiah Emru, who claimed he'd forgotten more about the Kalahari Gemsbok National Park than most people ever learned. Considering the tale he told of a pair of bank robbers foiled by a lioness guarding her cubs, Stall was inclined to believe just about anything Emru said.

Emru had insisted on everyone being up and running early, and now, as light shone down, the three touring vans and two security jeeps made a leisurely little trip through the quasi savannah grasslands. This left both Stall and Marissa more than a bit jet-lagged. Marissa lay half asleep on the seat next to Stall, barely able to keep her head up. Stall took half a second to admire the tight, form-fitting khaki outfit his newest employee had chosen to wear before looking over at his real target.

UN Envoy and general busy body Angelina Jolie wore an outfit not unlike Marissa's - green khaki in color, it consisted of short-shorts and a button up top that clung to Angelina's impressive breasts like a glove. Her nipples poked out from beneath them, making Stall wonder if the star's impressive breasts needed the support of a bra - because she certainly wasn't wearing one right now.

Surprisingly, Angelina and Marissa were the only women on the trip. Stall had figured this would be the type of assignment handed off to young, female diplomatic aides, but it seemed that, instead, this was to be a primarily male trip. Might make things tougher, but, then again, both he and Marissa had Lambert's watches on. A little chemical intoxicant would go a long way towards getting the notoriously kinky Angelina into bed with Stall. And, if not Stall, then maybe Marissa.

The tour continued for another hour or two, during which time, Stall saw an awful lot of nothing. Emru was blabbing on about some animal or another - Stall had lost track which - and Marissa had woken up with what she claimed was a mild headache.

Angelina was towards the front of the bus, looking for all the world like she was fascinated with Emru's descriptions of just about everything. She'd looked back at everyone else maybe twice, and never so much as blinked in Stall's direction.

The two outriding jeeps kept a good pace around them, but when Emru finally called for a stop near what was supposedly a popular animal watering hole, they came crawling back in, the guards getting out to protect the VIPs. So far, Stall was anything but impressed.

"I thought this was supposed to be a watering hole?" Marissa muttered, pointing towards the small, crystal clear lake lined with scrub bushes and a few defiant trees. "Where are all the animals?"

"It's mid morning," Emru said, coming up behind them. "Animals water at dusk or dawn, but rarely in the heat of day. Too dangerous."

"From what, predators?" Stall asked.

"Only man stalks in this bright sun, Mr. Stall," Emru said with a smile. "Believe it or not, most of the animals here are worried about the heat."

"Huh," Stall muttered as Emru lead a group of dignitaries down towards the water. Marissa followed, but Stall hung back. It was probably time to check in with Burke back in Cape Town, or Lambert up in London...

"I can't quite figure you out, Mr. Stall."

Stall turned to see Angelina Jolie approaching him, her hips swaying slightly as she approached him.

"Figure me out?" Stall asked, fingering his watch slightly. Hopefully, he'd get a chance to shake her hand...

"Well, for starters, you most certainly aren't a diplomat," Angelina said, stopping ten feet away from him. "While you're a business man, you aren't related to any local operations. And somehow, I doubt you're looking to invest in anything around here, considering how bored you've been on this whole trip."

Stall smiled and took a few steps towards her. "Perhaps I'm here on a pleasure trip."

"And I'm sure all the pleasure you're getting is from that little strumpet you brought with you." Angelina smiled at him. "She's got a lovely ass. Does she let you fuck it?"

"Marissa and I aren't lovers," Stall protested.

"Really?" Angelina said. "A shame. She looks wonderfully flexible."

"Not as flexible as you, I'd imagine," Stall said, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Angelina said, flashing him a seductive smile.

"And how would I go about getting to know that?" Stall asked. He'd moved closer now, not four feet from Angelina now. He could almost feel the swell of her breasts straining to break through her shirt. God, those were impressive breasts.

"You, my dear Mr. Stall, never will," Angelina said with a smile. "Now, your lovely little companion, on the other hand, might be able to tell you tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" Stall asked, confused now.
"After I fuck her brains out tonight," Angelina replied. "Or would that be a problem for your little non-lover?"

Stall smiled. "I think she'd actually enjoy that quite a bit," Stall said.

Angelina's eyebrows shot up, but did little more. She smiled one last time at Stall and wandered down towards the watering hole. Stall watched her go, admiring her ass, and wondering if Marissa really was going to get lucky when the sun goes down.

* * *

Sundown was still twenty minutes off, but the small caravan had stopped for the night, not too far from another watering hole some thirty miles away as the crow flies. The plan called for the tour to camp out in tents for the night, and Emru had spent a good hour instructing everyone on how to set up their tents. The guards were still doing most of the work, and while Stall had originally thought that Marissa would be sharing his tent, she'd been given a much more enjoyable offer.

"You are so lovely," Angelina said as Marissa closed the flap to Angelina's tent, zipping it up behind her.

"Why, thank you, Angelina," Marissa replied, trying to add just the right amount of southern American accent to her voice. She had spent some time down south when she was younger, and knew that both men and women felt you were an easier target sexually if you spoke with that drawl. "I've always thought you were one of the most beautiful women alive."

"You flatter me," Angelina said, slowly moving closer to Marissa. "I've been with many beautiful women in my time, all of them more beautiful than me."

"I find that hard to believe," Marissa said as Angelina came within inches of her.

"What, that I've been with women?" Angelina asked, her large, luscious lips mere inches from Marissa's.

"No," Marissa whispered, pressing herself closer to Angelina. "I find it hard to believe they were more beautiful than you."

Angelina smiled. "Oh, I like you," she said,

"And I want you," Marissa said, kissing Angelina. The movie star kissed back with a ferociousness Marissa hadn't experienced in years. Without breaking the kiss, Angelina practically ripped open Marissa's top, exposing the lacy black bra underneath. Marissa's nipples were hard, and Angelina dropped to her knees to suck one of her breasts into her mouth, making Marissa swoon. The small pendant camera between her breasts caught the image almost perfectly as Angelina practically swallowed the entire breast, lacy bra and all.

"Oh, god, yes!" Marissa moaned as Angelina undid the snaps on her shorts and started fondling Marissa's clit through the very sheer thong she wore. Angelina was moving fast - faster than even Marissa usually moved. She knew guys could get it up and get it off fast, but women usually preferred to extend this kind of thing.

Not that Marissa was complaining. Angelina had shoved Marissa's shorts down just enough to expose her entire pussy. Not wasting any time, Angelina yanked Marissa's thong aside and dove her lips down over the blonde's pussy, sucking and licking like a mad woman. Marissa swooned again, feeling her legs go weak.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the tent - a bang, followed quickly by another, and another.

Angelina's lips came off Marissa's clit, and suddenly, they both heard yelling and screaming.

And gunfire.

"What the hell?" Angelina asked. Marissa quickly started getting redressed.

And that was when the knife came through the fabric of the tent.

Marissa screamed, and Angelina pushed the young blonde behind her, standing protectively in front of her. The knife sliced through the tough fabric and suddenly three very tall black men pushed themselves into the tent.

Marissa screamed again.

The men yelled at the two women, pointing guns at them.

"Stay calm," Angelina said.

"What are they saying?" Marissa asked.

The men yelled at them and grabbed Marissa by the arm, forcing her down to her knees and pointing a gun at her head.

"I'd say they're telling us to shut up," Angelina muttered. In response, the men forced her down to her knees, too.

Quickly, the women were stripped of valuables - watches, earrings, necklaces, and wallets were all thrown into a bag, leaving the girls with barely the clothes on their back. From the way some of the men were looking at them, Marissa wondered how long that would last.

Angelina and Marissa were hauled up on their feet and lead out of the tents. Around them, the campsite was a mess. All the other tents were ripped and torn, many bloodstained. Several bodies littered the ground, most of them the guards who were supposed to protect the safari. The sun was going down over the horizon, casting an eery, blood-red pale over everything, like some kind of nightmare.

The girls were hauled across the ruined campsite to the edge of the water hole. There, a tall black man stood arguing with Emru. Neither the newcomer, or Emru looked pleased, and despite the different language, there was no mistaking that they were quite upset with each other.

"What's going on here?" Angelina demanded as the two girls were forced to their knees before the two men.

The taller man looked at her, then at Marissa, and finally back to Emru. He smiled, pulled out a pistol, and put one quick round through Emru's temple, killing him instantly. Marissa screamed as the former tour guide's body splashed into the watering hole.

"Just a little disagreement," the tall black man said in perfect oxford English. "Mr. Emru seemed to think he deserved a far better price for betraying you all to me. In the end, he seems to have gotten what he deserves."

"What are you going to do with us?" Angelina asked.

The man shook his head. "Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zico Nures. I am the leader of the Tswana Liberation League. We seek equity between the Tswana and the capitalist overlords in Johannesburg and Cape Town. Just because apartheid is gone discrimination is gone. It is quite real in South Africa, and I intend to rip it out."

"What are you going to do with us?" Angelina asked again. "Kill us?"

"Never," Nures said vehemently. "We do not kill women and children." He looked at Marissa for a moment. "You, young one, might qualify as both."

"Please don't hurt us," Marissa said.

"That I can't promise," Nures said. "I need you two as leverage. I cannot harm the one I need to influence, so you two will have to do. I'm afraid you're in for a very harsh time."

"You said you wouldn't kill us," Angelina muttered.

"And I wont," Nures said. "But, when my men are done with you, you may wish I had."

There was a commotion behind the girls, and suddenly Nures smiled.

"Ah, here's the man I need to influence. The English Ambassador himself."

A man was thrown to the ground next to the girls, his face actually landing in the water. He'd been stripped of most of his clothes, leaving him in white boxers and socks.
Angelina gasped, and Marissa felt herself go weak.

"Ambassador," Nures said, leaning down and grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck. Lifting him out of the water, he looked the man in the eyes. "You are going to give me everything I want."

And with that, Nures dropped Richard Stall back into the water at his feet.

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 11: Earth

March 5th, 2005
Dock 94, Capetown Port,
Capetown, South Africa

"You're absolutely certain of this?"

Michael Burke was having another one of those days. Bad enough, he figured, being shot at and chased out of Europe a few weeks ago, but now, stuck in Africa, his worst fear was coming true.

"I'm certain," Tom Lambert said through the earpiece in Burke's ear. "As of last night, Stall, Marissa, and Angelina were all alive."

New had broken early this morning. The UN Safari Richard Stall and Marissa Call had snuck onto had been ambushed by Tswana rebels, and all but three of the traveler's bodies had been found. If Lambert's information was correct, then Stall, Marissa, and Angelina Jolie were the last three survivors. But what if he was wrong...

The news was all over this - already, both the Botswana and South African armies were scouring the country-side for any and all signs of the missing rebels, but so far no luck. Quite frankly, if they'd been hiding out there for months or even years, the chances of finding them were slim.

"What are you getting on the cameras?" Burke asked.

"Not much. I think most of them are in a safe, save Mr. Stall's watch. Apparently, one of them rebel's is wearing it right now."

"Any chance of finding out where they are from what you see on it?"

"Not unless Baywatch reruns on TV helps," Lambert grumbled.

"We can't just sit here!" Burke shouted.

"Calm down," Lambert said. "I've got some of my people looking into things. These Tswana guys are hard to find, but they can't arm themselves without leaving some kind of trail."

"You have contacts with weapons dealers?" Burke asked, surprised.

"Nope. Weapons manufacturers. You'd be surprised how much camera lenses and rifle scopes are similar."
"Forget I asked." Burke paced the room for a second or two. "What the fuck am I supposed to do while you're doing all this?"

"Exactly what Richard told you to - go to the concert site and scope it out. We've still got targets to hit there."

"If Richard doesn't come back, we won't need any more videos, we'll need new jobs," Burke pointed out.

"Humor me. Take the back up cameras and watch with you, too. Just in case."

"You think I'm going to score anyone worthy of banging?"

"Why not," Lambert said. "My chemicals aren't tailored to Mr. Stall alone."

Burke thought about it for a long second. "I don't like this."

"You don't have a choice," Lambert pointed out.

"Guess not," Burke muttered.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

"You don't have a choice."

The voice made Richard Stall want to vomit. And, considering the type of day he was having, throwing up would be just a minor inconvenience.

He had been stripped of everything but his boxers and tied, arms spread behind him, to a wall, and was now hanging at an almost 45 degree angle facing the floor. The room was mostly dark, save for two very bright lights highlighting two table in the room before him. The air was hot and moist, and the place reeked of sweat and piss, some of both belonging to Stall himself.

He couldn't see the man speaking to him, but he knew who he was. Zico Nures was a self-proclaimed freedom fighter fighting for a cause that barely existed. Supposedly, he championed the Tswana rebels that had been causing some trouble for the South Africa government lately, but the Tswana, semi-nomadic by nature, barely paid any attention to the government anyway. Which meant Nures was doing this of his own accord, and playing at his own game.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not the English ambassador," Stall muttered through cracked and bleeding lips. "I'm just a business man."
"I don't believe you," Nures said.

"Check my identification," Stall said. "My name is Richard Stall. I own a-"

"STOP LYING TO ME!" Nures hollered.

"I'M NOT LYING!" Stall screamed back, trying to look up at his captor. The chains kept him stuck where he was, though, with nothing to look at but the two tables.

And the two women tied to them.

Stall knew both women, one better than the other. The first was a young blonde girl named Marissa Call. He'd met her mere weeks ago in France, and had since hired her on to help fuel his goal of collecting videos of 80 different famous women having sex. So far, she'd been a godsend. But now it looked like he had all but ended her life for her.

The other woman was actress Angelina Jolie. Famous for multiple roles, as well as her rather uninhibited sex life, she'd been the whole reason Stall and Marissa had been in Africa to begin with. All Stall had wanted was the chance to add the openly bisexual Angelina to his collection of celebrity sex videos. Now, though, it looked like all he was going to get was a rather painful death.

Both women were tied, spread eagle, to the two tables. Considering that both were naked, it was rather obvious what was going to happen.

Nures walked around the other side of Stall and delivered a nasty slap to the side of his face.

"You're forcing me to do this," he said quietly. "Give me what I want, and the two women will go free."

"I can't give you what I don't have," Stall said.

"Too bad." Nures snapped his fingers once, and the ordeal began.

Four African men entered the lighted area - apparently, they'd been there for a while. They weren't the healthiest of specimens. Indeed, two of them looked borderline malnourished. But all four sported large, erect penis', and the apparent will to use them.

"Please don't do this," Stall pleaded.

"Then prepare to talk to your government."

"I'm not the ambassador!" Stall said.

Nures snapped his finger again. Two men stepped forward, one towards Marissa, and one towards Angelina.

"Mmmm," Angelina said, smiling up at the large man hanging above her. "You going to show me a good time?"

"Bravado is a trait I admire," Nures muttered.

The two men aligned themselves with the two women, and the rapes began.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

"You're cleared," the guard said.

Michael Burke entered the backstage area when crews were setting up for the following day's Mandela Freedom Concert. People were everywhere, all of them wearing passes of one sort or another. Burke quickly blended in with the crowd, trying hard to look like he knew what he was doing.

"Keep your eyes peeled. There's an off hand chance the target might be here today," Lambert's voice echoed in his ear.

"What am I supposed to do if I see 'em?" Burke asked.

"Use the watch, and get busy. Remember, you've got two shots. You'll probably need both to get the job done, so be sneaky about shaking hands."

"This all assumes that the target'll be here today. They're not supposed to be here until tomorrow."

"That's right, but you never know. Besides, the might be someone else around."

"Like who?" Burke muttered. "Bono?"

"Hey, if that's who you want to fuck, go right ahead," Lambert said.

"I just wish Richard was here," Burke muttered.

"Hang on, Two o'clock."

"What happens at two?" Burke said, checking his watch. It was 11am local time,

"No, you idiot, two o'clock. Just ahead of you! Is that who I think it is?"
Burke looked forward and saw a gorgeous figure walking roughly in his direction. Short, but with perky tits clinging to the inside of a white tank top, the woman had skin the color of warm coffee with sugar and cream. Her eyes sparkled in the light of day, and her hair seemed to wrap around her head like a dreamy halo.

"She's beautiful," Burke said.

"You idiot! She's Thandie Newton!"

"Who?"

"Thandie Newton. She was in Mission: Impossible 2!"

"Never saw it," Burke said.

"Hey, numbnuts, she's a babe. You've got all the cameras I can put on you, go fuck her!"

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Check her name tag," Lambert replied, sounding stressed. "And don't forget to hit her with the chemicals in the watch. Mr. Stall didn't even know she'd be here. This is a huge find."

"What about-" Burke started, but Lambert cut him of.

"Go. Fuck. Her."

"Right, right," Burke said. Taking a deep breath, he approached Thandie Newton, hoping he was hitting the right button on the watch.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

"You can stop this," Nures' voice said as the second man in as many minutes penetrated Angelina Jolie's pussy and started savagely fucking away. Angelina was taking things rather in stride - Stall suspected she'd been involved in more than one gang bang in her life.

Marissa, on the other hand, was weeping silently as the third man to rape her shot his load deep into her cunt. Stall had never been able to piece together too many facts about Marissa's past, but he thought he'd heard her comment once or twice about being raped before.

And, of course, Marissa had worked as a prostitute in France, so she was no stranger to rough sex. But this wasn't going well for her, and Stall could see on her face that she was suffering.
"I'm not the ambassador!" Stall screamed. "I can't give you what you want!"

Nures was silent for a moment, looking the girls over as his men - there were at least seven of them within the lighted area now, and most likely more waiting a turn in the darkness.

"Perhaps we need to take this to the next level," Nures said. He barked out a command or two in a tongue Stall didn't know, and suddenly two more men arrived in the lighted area. Both sported large cocks, eight or nine inches long easily. Stall had always assumed any man that large worked in the porn industry, but he supposed Vivid Video didn't get out into the African Badlands that often when recruiting.

The two men moved quickly to stand right next to the women, right by their heads. With a sinking feeling, Stall guessed what was to come next.

"You stick that monster down my throat," Angelina said, "And I'll bite it off and eat it for breakfast."

"You bite it off, and we murder your blonde companion," Nures said. "And after that, the Ambassador here will start to loose fingers."

"You motherfucker," Angelina spat. "He's telling the truth! He's not an ambassador!"

The two men grabbed Angelina and Marissa by their heads, and slowly started forcing their monster cocks down the women's throats. Stall watched as the two girls accepted the force oral sex without putting up a fight. They were still getting raped in their pussies, more and more or Nures' men lining up to get at them.

Oddly, in the back of his head, Stall wished he had even one of his hidden cameras, if for no other reason than to grab shots of Angelina Jolie getting gang-banged.

The man fucking Angelina's pussy pulled out and shot a load over her naked body, coating her stomach with cum before stepping back and being replaced by yet another rapist.

"You must enjoy seeing women treated this way," Nures said from off to Stall's left. "I admit, it is how women should be treated. Nothing but objects to be used. Perhaps, if there's anything left of them when my men are done, I'll use them myself. They are - or at least were - fine specimens."

"You bloody asshole," Stall muttered.

"Now there's an idea," Nures replied. He barked again, and suddenly Marissa and Angelina were flipped over, their rear ends now sticking up towards their attackers.

"No!" Marissa called out. "Not there! Please, not there!"

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

"Right there. Oh, god yes, right there!"

Michael Burke's ass was cold. Seated on a small metal chair, his naked rear end was pressed down firmly onto the cool metal as Thandie Newton grinded her cunt down on his cock. Her dressing room hadn't included a bed - she had a hotel for that, but it had been too far away when Lambert's chemical had taken over the starlet's mind and libido. With little more than the ground or the chair to fuck on, the chair had seemed rather appealing. Especially considering that the floor was more or less just flat dirt. Apparently, they could hand out walls, but flooring was another issue.

Not that Burke was complaining. Indeed, it was hard to argue with the lithe body on his lap. Thandie's bug-bite breasts and nipples stared him in the face, and he frequently sucked them into his mouth, kissing and fondling them like the treasures they were. His hands, for the most part, were wrapped around Thandie's ass, holding the woman tight to him as she grinded herself down atop his rock hard shaft.

So this was what it was like to be Richard Stall.

"Oh, god, yes! Right there. That's the spot," Thandie moaned again as her G-spot pressed against Michael's dick. Thandie was beautiful. Naked she was stunningly beautiful. Riding your cock like a champion cowgirl, she was a flat out goddess. Michael was ready to convert any second now.

Suddenly, Thandie shifted just wrong, and the two new lovers fell to the ground. A slight cloud of dust blew up around them, but Thandie wouldn't stop thrusting. Dirt and grime clung to the sweat on their bodies, but Burke didn't mind.

Suddenly, she pulled off him. He stared up at her, dumbfounded.

"My ass," she whispered, getting down on all fours. "Fuck my ass."

"Are you sure?" Burke asked, moving around behind her.

"Yes," Thandie hissed.

Burke positioned his already lubricated cock at the tiny puckering of Thandie's ass and slowly started to push his manhood into her. Thandie gasped at first, pain creasing her face. But she pushed her rear end back towards Burke, encouraging him to continue his efforts. Slowly, surely, he managed to get his entire shaft up her rear end.

"You're so big," Thandie moaned as Michael slowly started to withdraw his cock. As he reached the head of his dick, he changed direction and slid back into her, a little faster this time.

"You're taking too long," she said. "Fuck me. Now!"

Burke blinked at that, but decided to follow the woman's wishes. Quickly, he thrust his entire length deep into her ass, and was rewarded with a passionate moan.

"That's it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!" Thandie cried aloud.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

"That's it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

For once, Nures was silent. So was Stall. Even the men currently raping Marissa had stopped their work, and were staring at Angelina Jolie, and the young African man raping her ass.

Or, rather, just fucking it. Angelina was clearly getting off on the deal.

"Seems that little plan backfired on you," Stall said finally, watching as the young man finally shot his load deep into Angelina's rear.

"Shut up," Nures said. "The blonde doesn't seem to enjoy it as much."

"You don't seem to get it," Stall said, trying hard to get back some of his usual bluster. Nures was nothing more than a businessman looking for a product and unwilling to pay for it. Stall didn't have whatever it was Nures wanted, but perhaps there was something else he could give the man.

"Give me what I want," Nures said, his voice loud in Stall's right ear.

"I don't have what you want," Stall said, watching as the men shoved each other out of the way to become the next to rape/fuck Angelina's ass. The tattooed brunette seemed willing to welcome just about anyone as long as she got off while doing it.

"You are the Ambassador!" Nures screamed.

"No, I'm not!" Stall shot back. "I can give you millions of pounds if that's what you want, but I've got no standing with the English government!"

"I don't believe you!" Nures shouted.

"It's the truth," Stall said, sighing. "You have to believe me."

Suddenly, there was a sharp, cool touch at Stall's throat. Nures was holding a knife to him.

"If you aren't the Ambassador, you're no use to me."

"Aren't I? Just because I'm not politically connected doesn't mean there aren't people looking for me. Or that I can't help you."

"I don't need your money," Nures muttered.

"But I bet you could use my fifteen minutes of fame," Stall said.

The blade left his throat.

"Go on," Nures said.


* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

"The next time you're in New York," Thandie said, "Look me up. I could always use a good fuck like that."

Considering that Thandie was naked and hiding her body behind the barely opened door to her "Dressing room," Burke was in no condition to refuse.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. She smiled at him, turn around to give one last look at her shapely ass, and then closed the door almost in his face.

"Well," Burke replied. "That was fun."

"Sure looked like it," Lambert's voice echoed in Burke's ear. "I got some quality shots of the whole thing."

"Were the cameras set up in good spots? There wasn't many places to put stuff."

"Well, when you were fucking her ass in the dirt, one camera had nothing by the top of YOUR ass. But the other one got all the good stuff, so it'll go over well. Mr. Stall will be happy to see it."

"Any word on Mr. Stall and the others yet?" Burke asked, trying hard not to let his hopes up yet."

"Officially, no," Lambert replied.

"What about unofficially?" Burke asked.

"That's another story," Lambert said. And from his voice, Burke could tell he had news.


* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

"I can't believe you're doing this," Marissa Call muttered as she rubbed her wrists.

"Would you rather go back to your table?" Stall asked.

"I'd rather be wearing clothes," Marissa muttered. "Some of these guys look like they haven't finished with me yet."

Stall nodded, and looked over towards the wall of the small cabin they were now in. Angelina Jolie stood there, clothed in a rather simple white T-shirt and a pair of pants that were two sizes too big for her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she'd been allowed to wash off the cum that had gathered on her face.

She didn't look ready to go to the Oscars, but she looked ready to make a passionate plea for understanding to a large TV audience. Which, whenever this tape aired, would be right where the starlet would be headed.

"Remember," Nures told Angelina. "Say only what we told you to say, or your two friends die. To emphasize the point, the guards watching Stall and Marissa leveled their pistols at them. "Of course, my men will get their fill of the girl first, but she won't get off that table alive."

"Don't hurt them," Angelina said. "I'll do what you ask. Just don't hurt them."

"Then talk," Nures said, motioning towards the camera man.

"And let's hope this works," Stall muttered to Marissa.

"My name is Angelina Jolie," the starlet started. She looked directly into the camera and kept reading, as if from a script. "And I'm here to tell you about the Tswana Rebellion..."

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 12: Wind

March 6th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

The irony was that this was supposed to be a Freedom concert.

Michael Burke adjusted the tie around his neck, wishing the whole time that he'd worn something cooler as he made his way around backstage. Suit and tie in hot South African sunlight was a bad combo.

The Mandela Freedom Concert was a celebration of the end of apartheid, and had drawn some pretty big names. However, as the concert started up, things had been interrupted by a video of Angelina Jolie. And what she had to say had been more than a bit disturbing.

"My name is Angelina Jolie, and I'm here to tell you about the Tswana Rebellion..." The words still echoed in Burke's head. His employer, Richard Stall, was one of three captives held by the Tswana Rebellion. Angelina aside, the other was Stall's newest employee, Marissa Call. Burke was worried sick about all three, but had a job to do, and was hell bent on doing it. After all, it wasn't like he could find his friends, so he might as well do what they came to South Africa for.

Or would that be do WHO they came to South Africa for? Burke supposed it worked either way.

"This situation sucks," Burke muttered as he walked down a dirt path. Just the day before, he'd been in this same area, having sex with the gorgeous Thandie Newton. Today, he was here to get laid again, though Thandie wouldn't be there.

"Stall knows there's nothing we can do right now," Tom Lambert replied in Burke's head. The tiny microphone and earpiece Burke wore kept him in touch with Lambert at all times, as were the two different micro cameras Burke wore on his body.

"But with Angelina Jolie making statements that these men are demanding the South African government surrender half the country to them, I'm a little worried."

"Don't be," Lambert said. "My contacts have something."

"What?" Burke demanded.

"Well, these Tswana guys needed a camera yesterday, and they needed it fast. The guys who usually give them weapons contact my people who provided them with a camera."
"Then you know where they are?"

"Not exactly," Lambert said. "But I was able to get a general idea. The South African army's out there looking for them now."

"Good work," Burke said. "Let's hope they find them fast."

"Let's hope you can get your mind off this long enough to get your job done," Lambert said. "You've got the Viagra, right?"

"I've never needed help getting it up in my life," Burke muttered.

"That's not what I'm worried about, you idiot," Lambert said. "You've got three babes to bang at once, and your head is nowhere near your dick right now. Take the Viagra, and wait for them in their dressing room - the pass I gave you will get you in. Now go!"

"Right, right..." Burke muttered, heading off.

* * *

March 6th, 2005
Location Unknown
South Africa

"They could have at least given us some pants back," Angelina Jolie muttered.

Richard Stall was hard pressed to disagree. Considering that both Angelina and his assistant, Marissa Call, were both naked from the waist down, the ride in the back of this delivery truck was anything but pleasant for them. The floor of the truck was cold and dirty, and the two guards continually eyes the women's bodies.

And the fact that they were being moved didn't bode well, either. They'd been taken in a specific area, and most likely, that was where any rescuers would be looking. This trip had already gone on for more than an hour. The longer they were in the car, the further they were from help.

"I wish they'd stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat," Marissa muttered.

"They already used you like a piece of meat, sweetie," Angelina muttered. "I recognize these two from our little adventure yesterday."

"How can you be so calm?" Marissa muttered. "Even when I was gang raped before, it wasn't as bad as this."

"Sweetie, I've been fucked, molested, raped, DP'd, sodomized and almost killed by more men that I can count," Angelina said. "I like my sex rough - at least, when it's with men. Women I tend to prefer soft, naked, and coated in honey."

"I've done that," Marissa sighed. "Had to wash my crotch out pretty good afterwards, but it was worth it."

"Tell you what," Angelina said. "We get out of this, I'll take you to a girl I know who just loved having honey licked off her tits. You can try it from the other side."

Marissa smiled up at Angelina. "I'd like that."

Stall kept quite, but he had a feeling he'd enjoy it, too.

If they got out of this alive.

* * *

March 6th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

The pass worked just fine, and according to Lambert, the cameras were ready to roll, too. Now all Burke had to do was hang in there until the concert was over.

The Viagra, unfortunately, wasn't waiting for the encore to take effect.

Burke's pants were tenting as "Loose My Breath" gave way to "Survivor," and by the time "Independent Women" ended to a roaring crowd, Burke was all but dying to rip his pants off and take care of things himself.

"Show's over," Lambert's voice rang in Burke's head. "How's the dick?"

"Hard as a brick. I really didn't need that Viagra."

"Sure you didn't. Just remember to thank me later when you're blowing your third load of the night inside some famous ass."

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Burke said.

"Shut up," Lambert said. "Here they come."

Burke turned towards the door and watched as it swung open.

The sight that greeted him confirmed his suspicion that he wouldn't have needed viagra. Michelle Williams, Kelly Rowland, and Beyonce Knowles all entered the room, none of them wearing very much. Clad in small skirts and clingy tops filled with traditional African colors, the three women were glistening with sweat. Their long hair clung to their foreheads and necks, adding a post-coital look to their already sultry image.

"Oh, hello!" Michelle said as the girls noticed him for the first time. "You must be the fan with the backstage pass, right?"

"That's me," Burke said, glad he was wearing loose fitting slacks - his rock-hard member wasn't quite visible as he was standing up. "Michael Burke," he said.

"It's so nice to meet you!" Michelle said, flashing him a genuinely warm smile. She opened her arms wide and approached him, as if to give him a hug.

"Now!" Lambert's voice shot through Burke's ear. "Use the watch. And be quick, you've got only two shots to get all three!"

Casually hitting the button on his watch, Burke accepted the hug from Michelle Williams, pressing his right hand firmly against her dark shoulder skin. Michelle squeezed him tight, as if he was a friend she hadn't seen in years.

"Hurry up, Mike," Lambert's voice said in his ear. "That chemical doesn't last long, and you've got two more babes to snag."

Burke let Michelle go and turned towards Kelly.

"Oh, no hugs from me," Kelly said, shaking her head. "I'm nothing but sweat. I reek!"

"Can I at least shake your hand?" Burke asked.

"Time's up!" Lambert said. "That first dose is gone!"

"Oh, go on, Kelly," Michelle said, hanging off Burke's shoulder. "Be nice to our guest! You, too, Bey!"

Burke had just enough time to press the button on the watch again before Kelly shook his hand.

"Michelle's right, I'm being rude," Kelly said. She looked at him for a long second. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?"

"Michael, Michael Burke."

"Well, Michael, Michael Burke, it's very nice to meet you," Kelly said.

"Kel, that Joke is so old, it was old when we were in diapers," Beyonce said.

"Hurry up, man," Lambert said. "You're running out of time, and Michelle's hormones are going to start to react any second now!"
Burke walked over towards Beyonce. "I'm a big fan," he said, offering her his hand."

"None of that," Beyonce said. "If you can smell Michelle, you can smell me." With that, the lighter-haired member of Destiny's Child drew Burke into a big hug.

"Time's up!" Lambert hissed in his ear. "Both chemical shots have worn off by now! Hope you got all three."

Burke swallowed hard, glad his back was to Kelly and Michelle. He had one finger on Beyonce's skin, just above the neckline of her top - but he had no idea if he'd gotten it there in time or not.

"So, Michael," Michelle said, pulling him away from Beyonce. "Tell us about yourself."

"Well," Burke started as he glanced down at Michelle's form-fitting top. Sure enough, her nipples were struggling to shred their way out from underneath. A glance over at Kelly showed her chest reacting similarly.

Beyonce's top was loose enough to leave it ambiguous at best.

"Well, I'm the head of security for Richard Stall, a business man from England..."

* * *


March 6th, 2005
Location Unknown
South Africa

Angelina had just finished giving the second guard his third blowjob of the trip - a safety guage to keep them away from raping either her or Marissa. Angelina might have been willing to go for another round - the first guard had a good eight inches on him, and Angelina's pussy had an ich, but Marissa was clearly not as into rough sex as her new Movie Star friend was.

As she licked the last little dribbles of cum off her lips - boys could never cum much more than once a day, everything after that was just dregs - when the van stopped, and the door swung open. Two more guards stood there, and soon Angelina, Marissa, and Stall were all forced out the back. They found themselves in a garage, large enough to hold just two cars.

They were lead through a door and into a small, barely furnished house. The windows were all covered, and Stall was willing to bet that the doors were all locked. Four or five guards stood around them as they were moved deeper into the house, until finally all three were chucked into a room with no windows or doors. A single mattress lay on the floor, and a single lightbulb hung above them. The instant all three were in the room, the door was closed behind them, and they were left alone.

"Well," Stall muttered. "This is fun."


* * *

March 6th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

Burke sat on the couch, Michelle on one side of him, Kelly on the other. Both girls were all but pawing him, their aroused state clear and evident. The only thing holding them back was each other.

"So, how does an attractive man like yourself end up backstage at a concert like this," Kelly asked, running her finger along the backside of Burke's ear.

"I get around," Burke replied, wishing for all the world that something would happen soon. His dick was as rock hard as ever, and even if it meant only getting one or two members of Destiny's Child on tape, he needed to have sex soon.

"Mmm, I bet you do," Michelle said, her hand pressed against his chest, her fingers gently playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"So," Beyonce said, from where she was sitting across from the couch, "Michael, do you have a girlfriend?"

Burke didn't know what to do about Beyonce. It certainly didn't seem like she'd been infected by Lambert's aphrodisiac. But she also didn't seem unfazed by the actions of Michelle and Kelly. Considering she was staring right at her two friends all over a man they'd just met, she seemed rather calm and collected.

"No, no girlfriend," Burke said.

"You poor thing," Kelly said, grabbing Burke's arm. "You don't have anyone to show you any... female companionship?"

"Female companionship?" Lambert's voice said in Burke's ear. "Can you be shown that?"

"I do alright," Burke said. Actually, prior to the day before when he'd fucked Thandie Newton, it'd been a long time since he'd had sex, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"Still," Michelle said. "A man like you shouldn't have to suffer without a woman's attention." She slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"No," Kelly agreed, kissing his earlobe gently. "In fact, you shouldn't have to wait another moment."

"Girls," Beyonce said. "Remember where we are."

Burke looked up at Beyonce. She had stood up, and was approaching the trio on the couch with a stern look on her face. Suddenly, Burke had the feeling the gig was up.

"Oh, come on, Bey," Michelle said, her hand running up and down Burke's chest now, his shirt no longer between her fingers and his skin. "Let us have some fun."

"You can have your fun," Beyonce said, hovering over Burke's body now, leaning down so that they were eye to eye. Burke had to struggle not to glance down at her tempting cleavage.

"When I've had mine."

Burke felt his eyes go wide as Beyonce Knowles kneeled down in front of him and placed her hands in his lap.

"Oh, my!" Beyonce giggled as her fingers came into contact with Burke's engorged cock. "Someone's happy to see me."

"Enough chat, Bey," Kelly said, reaching down and pulling her top up over her head. "I'm horny as all hell, and this boy's going to get me off one way or another!"

Burke's eyes locked on to Kelly's tits. They were perky little things, not massive boulders, but they looked like they would fit perfectly within a wing glass. Burke was just about ready to lean over and suck one of those nipples into his mouth when Michelle leaned over his body and kissed Kelly!

"That's it, girls," Beyonce said, fiddling with Burke's pants while her two bandmates made out. "You know the rules. It's my turn to go first, so you two get each other off while I enjoy some cock."

"You guys do this a lot?" Burke asked.

"After every concert," Beyonce smiled as she managed to lift his viagra-enhanced member out of his pants and into her hands.

Kelly and Michelle hadn't moved, Kelly wrapping her hands up in Michelle's hair and holding her friend to her breast.

"Mr. Stall is going to HATE you," Lambert said in Burke's ear. "I got the whole room wired, and all I'm seeing is a pile of hot celebrity flesh. You're on lucky SOB, Mike."

Burke ignored him as Beyonce slowly started to stroke his cock underneath Michelle's body. The positioning was awkward, and Beyonce wasn't going to have any of it.
"'Chelle, move would ya'? I need me a taste of cock," Beyonce said.

"Ah, come on, Bey!" Kelly said. "I'm enjoying myself here!"

"Whichever one of you moves first gets cock second," Beyonce muttered.

That got the girls going, and they practically fell of the bed, clearing Beyonce's look at Burke's cock. She smiled, leaned down, and slowly licked up the entire shaft, sending chills down his spine. As she continued to treat his cock like a lollipop, Beyonce reached up and undid his pants, peeling them down his legs to get more of his skin exposed. She pulled off her top next, exposing her ample chest to Burke before returning to her actions on his prick.

Time seemed to warp into nothing for Burke, as his eyes folded back into her brain, and the sensations on his manhood took over. He had no idea how long Beyonce tended to his dick, frequently bringing him close before retreating for a bit before he could climax. She did this three, four, fifteen, a thousand times or something in-between before anything changed.

"Oh!" Beyonce shrieked suddenly, Burke's eyes flew open to see Kelly shoving her face between Beyonce's ass cheeks. Whatever she was doing between them, Beyonce was enjoying it, because she started moaning loudly.

"Don't mind them," Michelle said, climbing up on Burke's chest. "Bey will get back to your cock in a moment. Here, have one of these." The beauty shoved a nipples between Burke's lips, and he happily started sucking away.

"My god, man, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" Lambert's voice shot through Burke's ear. "Mr. Stall is going to love it!"

Beyonce suddenly moved forward and straddled Burke's hips. With Kelly holding his cock straight up, Beyonce lowered herself down, engulfing him inside her pussy with ease.

"Oh. My. God." Burke moaned.

Michelle slapped him on the head gently. "Keep sucking!" She ordered as Beyonce reached around, grabbing Michelle's free breast with one hand and playing with her slit with the other. Kelly, meanwhile, had lowered herself down and was licking at Burke's balls while he slid in and out of Beyonce.

All this stimulation could only be taken for so long, and before her knew it, Burke was blasting his load deep inside Beyonce's slit.

"Oh, my," Kelly said, giggling with glee. She held Burke's dick as Beyonce pulled off him. Thanks to the Viagra, he was still hard. "I have got to have that in me!"

"No time like the present," Burke joked as he lifted Michelle off his chest. She whimpered, but remained quiet as Beyonce moved in to kiss her. While they made out, Burke moved behind Kelly and ran his dick along the entrance to her pussy.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me doggy style!"

Burke wasted no time sliding into Kelly's wet hole, and before long, he was yanking on her hair and ramming himself into her at full speed. The orgasm he'd had with Beyonce had just wet his appetite, and now he wanted more.

"Oh, fuck her good!" Michelle moaned as she watched Burke and Kelly go at it. Beyonce was on her knees in front of Michelle now, licking her clit as if her life depended on it. Seeing that, and feeling Kelly's walls cling to his cock, Burke shot his second load, coinciding with Kelly's own orgasm.

"Your turn," Burke said to Michelle as he gasped for breath. His hard-on was still raging, and Michelle was the only one left he hadn't fucked.

Michelle squealed in delight as Burke came over and pressed her down on the couch. Beyonce and Kelly helped hold open Michelle's legs, allowing Burke to slide into her with one solid thrust.

"Oh, yes!!!" Michelle moaned. Burke meant to take his time, to go slow, but he was burning up - almost literally. He felt hot and covered in sweat. He'd been fucking for who knew how long now. Indeed, the sun had gone down outside.

But there was no holding back, now. He fucked Michelle with a fevered pace, while Kelly and Beyonce helped by sucking on her nipples. Michelle practically melted in pleasure, climaxing not once, but three times before Burke blew his load a final time.

"Holy crap," Lambert's voice said in Burke's ear.

"That was fantastic," Burke replied, half in response to Lambert, half for the girls benefit.

"Mmmm, you were perfect, Michael," Kelly cooed.

"Not you!" Lambert hollered. "I've got a lead on Mr. Stall!"

Burke blinked hard, then shot up, practically knocking a naked Beyonce over in the process. "I'm sorry, laddies," he said as he searched for his pants, "But I've gotta go."

"Why?" Michelle asked.

"I need to find some friends," Burke replied, pulling one leg back into his trousers.


* * *

March 6th, 2005
Location Unknown
South Africa

Zico Nures required many things to run his little rebellion. Money, guns, people. These things topped the list, obviously. One couldn't fight a government alone. However, it took a lot of other things to keep those three most important things running. Money had to keep coming in. Guns required ammunition. People needed food.

And Nures needed a source for all these items that he could trust. A source that wasn't bothered by laws and regulations, treaties and blockades, restrictions and demands. A source that was willing to take blood money without complaint.

Finding that source wasn't a problem. In fact, the one Nures used also supplied all sorts of equipment to all sorts of people. And, while that source made most of it's money on providing illegal weapons to people like Nures, it also made a substantial fee through the buying and selling of information.

And, for the right fee, the location of one of Zico Nures' safe houses in South Africa was certainly available to interested parties. Indeed, on the 6th of March, two inquires as to what Nures was up to in South Africa were made, and Nures' primary source sold him out for a couple hundred thousand pounds English.

One of those interested parties happened to be Tomas Lambert

None of this was known to Richard Stall, Marissa Call, or Angelina Jolie as they waited in their make sift prison room. Nor was it known to the two guards sent to bring the prisoners their evening meal.

The guards followed a pretty standard doctrine for getting bringing the prisoners food. One would open the door while the other covered it with a gun - usually a simple pistol. They'd done this once already, with an earlier meal, and then again once to allow all three prisoners to use the bathroom - Nures didn't want them stinking up the place too much.

As such, they expected to find the man standing in front of the two women, who both previous times had huddled in a corner, trying to cover their modesty - which was a moot point, since both guards had participated in the gang rape of both women the night before, and felt the two whores had nothing left to hide.

As such, they were surprised to see just the blonde woman sitting in the far corner, her legs spread wide, smiling invitingly at the two men. Being men, their eyes locked at her pussy as they entered, even if they had literally just been thinking how they already knew everything about said genitalia.

And as such, the two men were caught completely off guard when Stall and Jolie sucker punched them both an instant later. Angelina took her man out at once, slamming his head into the wall and watching him fall. Stall took three quick punches to drop his guard, but judging from the blood seeping out of his mouth, he wasn't going anywhere for a while.

"Nice moves," Stall said to Angelina as he helped Marissa to her feet.

"You, too," Angelina shot back as she checked the pistol she'd lifted from her guard. "What say we get the hell out of here."

"I'm all for that," Stall said.

"Too bad we couldn't find pants before we left," Marissa muttered as the three former prisoners slunk out of the room.

To Be Continued...

[davesmistress]

Around the World in 80 Babes
by: TRL
Chapter 13: Fire

March 7th, 2005
Location Unknown,
Capetown, South Africa

The furor in Zico Nures' eyes was evident as he approached the now empty room that used to hold his three important prisoners.

"Find them," the rebel leader snarled to his men. "Now!"

"You seem to have a problem, Zico," the tall white man standing next to him replied quietly as Nures' men scrambled to find the missing prisoners.

"You aren't helping things, Ashford," Nures muttered. "Why are you hear, anyway?"

"Just delivering the camera equipment you requested. I haven't sold this much video gear since that terrorist cell in Iraq captured those three Americans."

"I need it to ransom off Miss Jolie and her companions."

"Looks more like you needed it, but now you don't," Ashford said. "Would you care to cancel the sale?"

"No!" Nures shot back. "We will find them. Then the man dies, and Jolie watches as her female companion suffers my wrath."

"According to my people, the man was the one with all the money."

"He is," Nures said. "But I don't care about his money any more. I only need the women to get the world to listen."

"Listen to what, Zico?" Ashford asked, picking at a fingernail. "You aren't after any social or political change. You don't even want power. Why are you doing all this?"

Nures glared at Ashford for a long moment. "You are lucky I need your weapons and equipment, Ashford. I've killed men for less than what you just asked."

"I guess it's lucky then that I sell you your weapons."

"You test my patience, Ashford," Nures said.

"Don't you have prisoners to find?" Ashford asked.
* * *
March 7th, 2005
Location Unknown,
Capetown, South Africa

Midnight had come and gone, and Michael Burke was still sitting in the rental car, fingering the small, 9mm pistol he'd brought with him. This was insane. It had to be. There was just now way things like this happened. They didn't even happen this stupidly in the movies!

Two days ago, Richard Stall and Marissa Call, Burke's employer and fellow employee respectively, had been taken captive along with movie star Angelina Jolie while on a United Nations sponsored tour of Africa. Held prisoner by Zico Nures and his Tswana rebels, the three captives were to be ransomed off for money and the dissolution of the South African Government.

However, Nures and his cronies hadn't counted on Tom Lambert and his less-than-legal connections to the global underworld. Burke didn't understand those connections, and quite frankly, didn't want to. Prior to this whole mess, Burke had never thought of Lambert as anything other than a computer nerd with a penchant for celebrity porn. Now, Burke couldn't help but wonder how dangerous Lambert was...

Right now, Burke sat just down the street from a rather nondescript house in Capetown, South Africa. A single story ranch that seemed to sprawl quite a bit, the place looked about as threatening as the house Burke's Grandmother owned in Plattsburgh, New York. Burke would never have guessed that it was a hotbed of rebel activity.

Of course, now Burke was sitting down the street, with nothing but a single 9mm pistol to protect him. What was he to do? He could just knock on the door and ask them to release his friends. Nor could he go in shooting. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.

* * *
March 7th, 2005
Location Unknown,
Capetown, South Africa

"We need a plan and we need it now," Richard Stall hissed through clenched teeth. He currently stood in a small utility closet not thirty feet away from where he and the girls had been held captive. Angelina Jolie was pressed into his back, her erect nipples poking through the flimsy shirt she wore into his back. Marissa Call was on her knees at his crotch, her head literally pressed against his package as she peered out the tiny keyhole to see what was going on outside.

"We had a plan," Angelina hissed back. "Shoot our way out and call for help."

"We wouldn't make it ten feet," Stall replied.

"We made it thirty feet easily," Angelina shot back.
"Because we never fired a shot!"

"Quiet, both of you!" Marissa said. "They're going to find us."

"We can't stay here," Angelina insisted.

"Marissa, is there anyone in sight?" Stall whispered.

"Not right now."

"What about a door?" Angelina asked.

"What we need is a distraction," Marissa muttered.

"What about a fire?" Angelina asked.

"A fire?" Stall replied.

"There's an aerosol can back here," Angelina muttered. "It's cramming itself up my ass rather well."

"Really?" Stall said.

"If we can get even a spark or two in front of the spray, we can start a fire."

"Now we need a spark or two," Marissa muttered.

"This might work," Stall said, reaching above him. "Why start with a spark when we can use a propane torch?"

"Who leaves a propane torch in the same closet as a bunch of aerosol cans?" Marissa asked.

"Someone begging to have their building burnt down," Angelina said. "Anyone around?"

"Nope," Marissa said.

"Open the door," Stall said. "Angelina, you start the fire. I'll take the gun."

"This is insane," Marissa muttered.

"You want to stay here instead?" Angelina asked.

"No," Marissa said.

"Let's go," Stall said.
* * *


Outside the building, the search was not going well.

"They haven't been gone fifteen minutes!" Nures screamed. "How the hell did they get off the property?"

"Have you considered that they never got off the property in the first place?" Ashford asked calmly as he followed in Nures' wake.

The rebel leader spun towards him. "We've searched the building."

"Everywhere?" Ashford asked. "The closets? Under the beds? The storage shed?"

"They couldn't fit in the storage shed, it's filled with ammunition," Nures muttered.

"But they could hide under the beds," Ashford pointed out.

Suddenly, a new cry went out.

"Fire! There's a fire in the building!"

Nures and Ashford spun about, and sure enough, flames were starting to lick through the roof towards the back of the house.

"Fuck!" Nures swore, taking off towards the building, screaming orders at his men.

"What do you know?" Ashford muttered. "They WERE in the house."

* * *

Burke spotted the fire as the flames started to light up the early morning sky. He'd almost worked up the nerve to call the police and leave an anonymous tip with them when he saw them.

"I think Mr. Stall's looking out for himself," Burke muttered aloud. Gripping his pistol in hand, he started the car and took off down the street.

* * *

To their ******, Stall, Angelina, and Marissa made it out the garage door before they ran into any of Nures' men. They caught the poor kid - for he couldn't have been more than eighteen by the looks of him - by surprise, and he got no further than to lift his shotgun to his shoulder before Stall shot him twice in the chest.

Marissa screamed at the blood, but Angelina covered her mouth with her hand. "Now's not the time for that," Angelina hissed. Stall look around, seeing no one coming towards them, and motioned for the girls to head out.

"We're in the middle of a neighborhood," Marissa said, shocked.

"Good," Stall said. "It'll be easier to find help."

"STOP!!!!"

The voice spun all three around, and sure enough, standing behind them, pistol aimed at Stall's head, was Zico Nures.

"You will not escape me that easily," Nures said, keeping his gun leveled at Stall. "You're a tougher foe than I expected, Mr. Stall."

"So you know I'm not the English Ambassador," Stall said.

"I've known for a while now," Nures said, approaching even closer. "It doesn't matter. Not any more. I know who she is now. A famous American movie star. Just what I need to promote the cause. During the day, she can film videos exposing my views, and at night, she can entertain my men. We'll keep the other woman to keep Miss Jolie in line. You, I don't need. Not anymore."

Nures lifted his pistol, aiming it directly at Stall's head.

Suddenly, the entire area lit up, blinding Nures, Stall dove towards the ground as the rebel leader fired off a quick shot, well high of where his target had been standing.

"Look out!" Marissa screamed as a car came bounding up over the curb, almost hitting them. The door swung open, and Michael Burke stepped out, pistol in hand.

"Michael?!" Stall said, shocked.

"No!" Nures screamed, shielding his eyes from the headlights on Burke's car. Stall wasted no time pulling up his gun and firing a couple of rounds directly into Nures' chest. The rebel flopped backwards on to the ground, and lay still.

"I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?" Burke said, reaching over to lift Stall off the ground.

"Nice timing, Michael. How the hell did you find us?" Stall asked.

"Lambert found you. I just drove here. I was about to come bust you out, but you saved me a lot of time and trouble getting out on your own."

"We try not to be a problem," Angelina said, coming up to the two men.
"What happened to your pants?" Burke asked.

"Long story. We need to get out of here," Stall said, looking back at the house. Sooner or later, some of Nures' people were going to notice their leader missing.

"I know a place we can go," Angelina said. "We can call the cops in the morning, right now I need some clean clothes."

* * *

March 7th, 2005
M'Benga Suburb,
Outside Capetown, South Africa

"Here are your watches and Jewelry," Burke said, handing a packet to both Stall and Marissa. "Lambert says they all check out and are ready to go."

"Wonderful," Marissa said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go take a shower." The young blonde didn't even wait for an answer before she disappeared down the hallway.

"She going to be alright?" Burke asked.

"I think so," Stall said. "She had it rough."

"Gang rape ain't pretty. Knew a girl in high school who suffered through one once. Was never the same again."

"We'll help her however we can," Stall said. He turned towards Burke and smiled. "I understand you kept busy while we were... detained."

Burke smiled back. "You could say that. I just followed the plan you set up."

"Now you're being modest," Stall said. "Getting in bed with the members of Destiny's Child was my plan. You did that AND scored with Thandie Newton."

"Got lucky," Burke said.

"I'd say so. You did better than we did. I saw Angelina Jolie do many a sexual act, but we got none of it on tape. Good thing you grabbed Thandie, that keeps us on track."

"We haven't left Angelina behind yet," Burke said. "And our current host is worth a look."

"Lambert's supposed to have this place hooked up already, doesn't he?" Stall asked.

"Supposedly. I haven't spoken to him about it."
"I'll give him a call," Stall said. "And then I'm going to take a shower. Never felt so dirty in my life."

"Enjoy it. I'm going to take a nap," Burke said. "Rescuing you all night long really takes it out of a guy."

"Funny," Stall shot back as he headed out of the room.

* * *

The hot water finally stopped cascading down Marissa Call's skin, and for the first time in several days, she felt alive again. She'd been raped before - gang raped, even. She'd done worse things than had been done to her willingly. She'd even forced herself on a couple of people in her past. But that didn't make dealing with things easier.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her naked body in one of the peach towels hanging on the wall. This was a lovely house. Of course, considering who lived here, she supposed that was to be expected. Marissa took the time to tie her hair back and run a towel over her face to dry off a bit. God, it felt good being clean again.

"Marissa?" Angelina called from the next room. "Are you done in there?"

"Yeah," Marissa called back. "Just finishing up."

"Could you come out here?"

Marissa blinked, and then realized that perhaps Angelina needed to use the facilities. Smiling, she opened the door-

- and was greeted by the sight of a completely naked Angelina Jolie, holding a jar of honey and a wooden spoon.

"I made you a promise," Angelina said. "Come, lie down. We can both have a shot at her."

"Her?" Marissa said, looking over at the large, king sized bed. Her eyes went wide, as she was greeted by the sight of yet another naked woman.

Charlize Theron.

"Charlize owes me an orgasm or two," Angelina went on as she sat down on the bed. "So, when we showed up here, I told her I'd like to collect, but in your favor."

"Oh my god," Marissa said as Angelina took the cover off the honey jar.

"I feel so bad about what happened to you, Marissa," Charlize said. "Angelina told me about everything you went through. If you aren't ready-"

"Oh, I'm ready!" Marissa said, smiling. She could already feel her nipples getting hard. "I just never imagined you were..."

"A lesbian?" Charlize responded. "I'm not. But Angelina's fucked me more than once, and she's right, I owe her an orgasm or two. I think you're very attractive, Marissa. And, if you'd be willing, I'd happily let you lick the honey off my tits."

"All of a sudden," Marissa said as she dropped the towel, "I'm very hungry."

Angelina started drizzling the honey over Charlize's chest. "Breakfast is served."

* * *

"Glad to have you back, boss," Lambert's voice came through the other end of the phone. "I was worried we weren't going to hear from you again."

"Burke tells me you're the one who found us," Stall said. "Should I even ask how?"

"Probably not," Lambert admitted. "Still, I think you should get out of Africa ASAP."

"We'll leave as soon as we've cleared everything with the police," Stall said. "By the way, did you ever get Charlize Theron's South African apartment linked up with cameras?"

"Just the main bedroom, why?"

"Well, we're there now, and so's she. Might want to turn those cameras on, just in case."

"You got it," Lambert said. Stall could hear a keyboard in the background and then a little gasp. "Uh, boss?"

"Yeah?"

"We just hit pay dirt."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean right now, Angelina Jolie and Marissa are licking Charlize Theron's tits while they all lounge about naked on a bed."

Stall nearly dropped a phone. "Tell me you're recording it."

"Oh, I'm recording it. I'm recording it!"

* * *

There's something inherently sexual about honey. The taste, the texture. When used properly, doled out in small doses, and treasured by the tastebuds, it can elicit responses in the brain purely sexual. One could theorize it has to do with pollination and the spreading of seeds, but perhaps it's simply that while honey tastes good on it's own, it tastes so much better when licked off the naked body of an Oscar Winner.

Charlize Theron moaned in delight as Marissa engulfed her tiny breast in her mouth, sucking away, devouring every drop of honey Angelina had spread on it. Charlize wasn't a lesbian - in fact, she honestly preferred cock to pussy - but she had spent more than one night in Angelina Jolie's bed, and never left unsatisfied. She honestly considered herself straight, with only the occasional turn.

And, besides, how many women wouldn't be more than willing to give up their heterosexuality to be in bed with Angelina?

"That's it," Angelina encouraged Marissa as the young blonde licked down Charlize's stomach, scooping the honey out of the bellybutton in front of her with her tongue. Charlize cooed in response - this was actually quite fun. Perhaps she'd let Angelina bring another woman along when they got together again in the future...

"Hold up a sec," Angelina said, scooping out another generous dollop of honey and spreading it slowly over the tiny blonde tuft of fur between Charlize's legs. She gasped as she felt the sticky liquid start to slide down over her clit and into her pussy. God, should couldn't wait for THAT to be licked clean.

"Mmmm, best breakfast I ever had," Marissa smiled down at Charlize.

"Please," Charlize said, "Help yourself to seconds."

"Don't mind if I do," Marissa said before diving down right into Charlize's crotch, lapping away. Angelina smiled as she watched a strand of Charlize's dyed black hair drop into her face as her fellow oscar winner allowed her head to drop back in pleasure. Then Angelina could hold back no more, and dropped her own lips down onto Charlize's nipple, sucking away.

"Oh, Angelina!" Charlize moaned. Now THIS was heavenly - two female mouths, pleasuring her most sensitive spots. "Oh, yes, yes, YES!" Charlize cried.

"Hey, don't forget who's doing most of the work here," Marissa muttered from just above Charlize's crotch.

"Get back to licking," Angelina said, gently pushing Marissa's head back down into Charlize's twat.

"And you get back to sucking on my nipples," Charlize demanded, unwilling to let the pleasure of the moment fade too far.
"Oh, no," Angelina said, switching her body around and bringing her own bare crotch down on top of Charlize's head. "I think it's about time you did something to help out around here."

"Ooh!" Charlize cooed as the looked up. She reached out with her tongue and started licking away at Angelina's shaved cunt.

"Now that's more like it," Angelina giggled, drizzling a little honey down her own chest and onto Angelina's body. Someone would get around to lapping it up sooner or later, either Marissa or Charlize. And, who knew, Angelina might even go after some of it herself. It didn't really matter - she expected it to be a long and lustful day with these two women.

* * *


First Reality Airlines Flight 476,
Capetown to Miami Direct,
Over the Atlantic Ocean

"No, I'm certain all three of them got away. They're probably dealing with the South African police as we speak," Ashford said into his satellite phone from where he sat in First Class.

"A shame. I needed but twelve more hours to get my people there to deal with Mr. Stall."

"That's how the cookie crumbles, Blackbird," Ashford said.

"I prefer my deserts a bit more... alcoholic," Blackbird muttered back over the phone.

"Indeed," Ashford said.

"Any idea where Mr. Stall is heading next?"

"Well, if I had just been held captive by terrorists threatening to kill me, I'd head home."

"Stall's not you."

"Indeed," Ashford said. "I'm afraid I'm not privy to Mr. Stall's travel plans, but I would suggest looking for him anywhere BUT home."

"You're such a help, Ashford," Blackbird muttered.

"Indeed."

"Must you always say that?"

"Only to you, Blackbird, only to you."

"Sadist."

"Might I ask just why you're so interested in Mr. Stall?"

"Best you don't know," Blackbird said. "Let's just call it professional."

"Indeed."

To Be Continued...

[DeDe24]

I like it :D
Where can I find the rest of it?

[davesmistress]

Ill have to try to remember the Archive site they were from....they were already posted on this site when the Owner obtained it.

[Jason Spider]

You'll find them on www.c-s-s-a.com

[DeDe24]

Thank you soooo much !