Some were putting out cigarettes and some looked like they were so drunk they could barely walk. As one fell over and hit the floor, the old man shouted “Bahhh! Too much fire water for Dakota today. Get that whore out of here.” A giant, shirtless man came from the back room and grabbed Dakota by the wrist. He lifted her off the ground with one hand and carried her away back behind the curtain from whence he appeared. It was an easy feat for someone that appeared to be almost 7 feet tall and over 350 pounds. John was going to have to be careful around this guy. He was obviously Chief Baseball Cock’s main bodyguard, and looked to be a deadly killer.
Within a few seconds I could hear Dakota screaming as the sound of open-hand slaps came from the back room. He was beating her for getting too drunk on the job. Some punishment would be necessary to maintain a smooth running business, but beating the women is never justifiable in John’s eyes. This would never happen when he took this place over. And he would make that giant Indian pay for what he had done to Dakota.
As John looked over the lineup he spotted a young native with nothing on but a deer-skin bikini. Her skin was smooth, brown and perfect. She had traditional native makeup on and a single feather in her long, black hair. She couldn’t be a day over 19. John pointed with a big smile on his face and said “That’s the one I want.” The old man replied “Ahhh, Hoowanneka. She’s our most popular girl.”
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“What does Hoowanneka mean?” John asked. “Little elk” the girl replied. She was obviously named Little Elk because she was so tiny and petite, just like a baby elk. Hoowanneka smiled at John and took him by the hand. She led him into the back room past the wall of hanging beads. As John looked to the right he seen Dakota lying in a pool of blood on the floor in the corner. Her faced was badly bruised and it looked like she was missing all her front teeth. The giant stood in the corner getting sucked off by a fat Indian hooker wearing a full feather headdress. The stench in the room was foul. The giant made eye contact with John and their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. As the giant came in the fat whore’s mouth she vomited all over the floor. The giant never stopped staring at John. John vowed that giant sonofabitch would pay for what he did to Dakota.
They entered one of the back rooms where there was a bed and some filthy towels and an open container of lube and a basket of condoms in the corner. Their sanitary standards were not exactly up to par. John was going to change this once he took over their gang. A clean whore makes for a happy customer. And a happy customer always come back for more.
Hoowanneka slid out of her tiny clothes and stood naked before John. Her eyes sparkled like they had diamonds in them. She reach out and grabbed his cock through his pants, which was already rock hard. “What do you want me to do to you, sir?” She asked. “Or what do you want to do to me?”
