Timmy and Tina by Storyteller37 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Timmy and Tina Clive smiled by himself as he walked into booth number 12. The music got dimmer as he shut the door after him and he let out a content sigh at the relieving silence. This was booth 12. His favorite girl was on the other side of that thin wall. All he could hear now was an occasional panting and gasping from a hole in the wall. The hole was positioned at waist height on the wall, measured a diameter of ten centimeters. Just enough to shove a hand in and have it stop midways on the forearm. However, that was not allowed. Clive got down on his kneeling position on the stool in front of the hole. He started tucking his cock out of his jeans and shoved the limp long cock into the hole so it rested on the edge of the hole. The hole had been prepared with soft rubber around the edges for just the purpose, so he would not get splinters in his cock. He smiled as he felt the coldish draft from the hole grace his cock. A female voice on the other side of the wall informed him of the club prices and services: "Hi Clive. I recognize your cock, my favorite customer," she said with a hum, "you know the drill, right? 50 for a blowjob, 150 for pussy and 250 for ass. If you want more than one thing, I'll give you a 50 discount, since you're a regular. Since it's you, I'll let you lick my pussy for free." Clive replied and pulled out a till in the wall and put some scruffy looking dollar-bills in before he shoved the till back into the wall. He could hear the humming of a woman on the other side of the wall as she counted the money before she leaned down to the hole and spoke out: "You have paid 400 dollars! You want it all today, sir?" "You got it, girl. Let me lick your twat first, then I fuck your ass and then your pussy and then you suck me off in the end", Clive replied with a husky voice. "You know the new rule, sir? If you want to come in my mouth, it will cost you extra." Clive grunted slightly. He pulled his cock out again and bent down to the hole so he could speak out more clearly. On the other side of the hole, a beautiful young blonde sat on her chair. She looked back at him with wondering in her deep blue eyes, smack ring her lips with her red little tongue as she awaited his reply. "How much more, girl? I'm in a hurry." "Only 50 more. Just to compensate for the time I need to clean up before I take a new customer. It's Haley who told us to charge for facials." "Can't we work something out, love? I only have those 400 on me right now." The girl on the other side sighed as Clive kept trying to persuade her into giving his facial for free. Clive grunted once more as he looked through the hole again and smiled. He really wanted that facial. Not a single piece of ass or pussy together was enough if he didn't get to spray his cum all over her face afterwards. "Can you just wait here while I run over to the ATM and take out some more cash? I won't be long. I promise." "Sure thing, Clive. I'll just lube up my ass real good while I wait. Don't be long." Clive quickly got up from the stool and tucked his cock away. The lovely blonde on the other side of the wall teased him by shoving her ass and shaved pussy up against the hole. Her perky asshole was pink and tight and her pussy was smooth and inviting. Just as Clive opened the booth and was about to run down the hall and out in the streets looking for an ATM machine, he saw she was probing her anus with one lubed up finger while panting and sighing: "Please be quick, Clive. My ass is so tight and hot. I need your fat cock inside me. I wanna taste your cum." It was Saturday night and the city was all life and motion. It was in the murky streets of downtown. Cleverly hidden between an adult video shop and a pawnshop, a tiny neon-sigh heralded "HALEY'S HOLE CLUB" above a backdoor in the alley behind a dumpster. Cleverly hidden in the perception that only the people who were welcome there knew where to look for the sign. Mostly suits and brass visited this place. People who did not want to be exposed in such an environment. A hole-club was a club with a bar, some nude dancers, but the key attractions was the booths: Small booths about the size of a phone booth inside the club. In every booth, was a hole about the size of your fist. You gave the girl on the other side of the wall some money and poked your dick into the hole for whatever you paid for. A perfect place for people who did not want loose talking whores to blackmail them. Out in the shadows of a dumpster, the glow of a cigarette lighted up a grim face like a mosaic painting in a church. Timmy stepped out from the shadows and stomped his cig, walking with an even pace over to the door. Just prior to him, a man he had been scouting out for days had entered the club. Colonel Clive Jameson of the US Army. He was a regular guest at this joint. Timmy grinned at the thought of the good Colonel's fat wallet as he pulled out his revolver and checked it one last time before tucking it into the waistband of his baggy pants. He knocked three times on the door in the alley, just as the colonel had done, and seconds later he was approached by two leering eyes in the hatch an the door. "Whatcha want drifter? This ain't your kinda place boy. You got friends in here or what?" Timmy grunted and smiled, pulling out a tiny bundle of bills. "You might know some of them. They are all presidents, you know," he said with a glee on his face. He stuffed the bundle of money in the crack and two greedy fingers caught the bundle. Timmy heard a snap on the door and it opened. A huge black dude blocked the door in front of him. The bundle of money was sticking out of his left pocket. "I hear ya, fren. But listen to the girls when they tell you the rules of the house. If I catch you grasping or trickstering, yer a dead man, ya hear?" Timmy only nodded and walked past the doorman. The music became louder. Timmy was inside and this was it. After one more night like this, he would not have to do any more dirty jobs like this. His days of robbing brass and business-suits were over. Soon, after the Colonel, he could retire from this dangerous business and perhaps go back to stealing cars. The room was crowded. To his left, there were several rooms with red curtains covering them up. Inside the rooms, Timmy could see two pairs of naked feet in each of the curtained rooms. A couple of rooms were empty, but a woman with a mop was washing up after some strange sexual act that had been carried out there just recently. In the far end of the room, a series of booths were along the wall. Almost like toilet-doors, only without locks. Each door had a number, ranging from 1 to 12. Along the right side of the room, another row of booths stood. These were marked "fisting", "pissing", "gay", "lesbian" and "voyeur." Oddly enough, Timmy could not see any actual restrooms. Perhaps people tended to the "pissing"-booth when they had to go. Who knew with people like this? In the center of the room, a big bar with lots of people in odd clothes around it stalked the room. Behind the bar, two guys in skimpy outfits were pouring people drinks and serving chili-nuts. A woman was busily skipping back and forth to the customers, selling them all sorts of strange sexual gadgets. She ran from a big fat lawyer sitting by the bar that had just purchased himself an anal-plug with vibrator and ran over to a lesbian couple, selling them a fat double-ended dildo. Timmy quickly learned what the leftmost rooms were for, for the next second, the two lesbians walked over to one of the available rooms, paid a man ten dollars and pulled the curtains forth. Timmy could see their clothes falling down by their feet as they undressed. Suddenly one of them dropped the huge dildo and it rolled out from the room and into the main room. One of the women came walking out naked and picked it up. Timmy gasped in surprise; his cock leapt to attention at the naked female just walking casually out from the booth, leaving her friend spread on a couch inside while she fetched the dildo that accidentally rolled out. She only smiled to the people who turned their attention to her and turned back, walking back to her lesbian lover. Timmy could barely cope. His heart pounded as he browsed through the room looking for his true quest: Colonel Clive Jameson. There! The colonel came hurrying out from a booth. Booth number 12. He was in a hurry. He did not even have time to zipper up. A snip of his white shirt poked out from his flier. Timmy turned away as the colonel brushed past him. Damn. Too late. He wanted to surprise the colonel while he was standing with his cock in the hole, rob him blind and run off before he reacted and pulled up his pants. Oh well. He could always wait in the booth until he came back, and then rob him. Timmy corrected the bulging erection and walked past the floor, entering the booth. He closed the door after him and turned towards the hole. "Wow!" He gasped as he spotted the hole. On the other side, a girl was pushing her ass and pussy against the hole, busily smearing her asshole with lube. When Timmy slammed the door shot, she only paused for a second to say: "Clive? Damn, that was fast. You decided to drop the facial?" Timmy did not know what to say. The whore on the other side was obviously mistaking him for the colonel. Timmy kneaded his balls and replied with a husky voice: "um...Yeah." The girl did not even bother to turn around and glance through the hole to see who it really was. She was confident he was the colonel. She only finished prodding her tight asshole with lubricant and shoved her butt up against the 10 centimeter large hole in the wall. "Ok, my big Colonel. I'm all ready now. Please, fuck me! Fuck my ass. I have been bad. Please punish me!" Timmy smiled widely. He fished out his erect cock from his pants and began rubbing it with one hand while steadily hanging on to his revolver with the other hand. He started walking up to the hole and positioned himself on the stool so his cock could be poked into the hole in the wall. "Hurry! I have been naughty! Fuck me in my tight ass and punish me. Please hurry!" That was it! Timmy grunted as he pushed his cock up against her perky little asshole, prodding her lubed-up anus with the glistening head of his big cock. He heard the woman on the other side of the wall. She panted and gasped as he pushed his cock harder and harder against her ass until his blood-bulging cockhead finally slid past her indeed tight anus and entered her incredibly hot ass. "Aoough. Oooh, Clive. You're even larger than I imagined. Take it slow please." Her words were real. It was not the naughty schoolgirl-pretending she was playing previously. He was really too big for her and she was really too small for him. Several times, Timmy grasped along the wall like a rabid dog trying to get a hold of something. He so much wanted to grab a solid hold of her buns and fuck her silly, but the damn wall was in the way. He could not even see the girl on the other side. Only her butt and pussy. He so much wanted to see the anxiety in her eyes as she glanced back over her shoulder as he pumped her ass. But by god was she tight and good! "Oh, Clive. You just stay put and I'll control the phase. Just like you like it. Hard and fast." Timmy just stood there, clinging to the wall as the girl on the other side pulled almost all the way off his cock for then to push herself on, slowly at first but harder and faster as she adjusted to his bulging member. Timmy gasped as he felt a jerk in his cock. He was so far up her tight incredible ass and she was using her muscles to manipulate his cock. Soon, he could feel her asshole ripple along the length of his majestic prick. He panted and breathed as the girl on the other side of the wall pumped herself down on his shaft so hard and fast, he could swear he was about to blow. Just when he was ready to start cumming in her ass, she suddenly withdrew from his cock, leaving it to pulsate in mid air. "You wanna fuck my juicy swollen cunt now, you big big man? I wanna feel you inside me." The girl stunned Timmy. She was so horny and hot. He glanced down at the hole and witnessed her widened anus contract as she once more pushed her hind up against the hole in the wall, this time prodding her perky shaved twat up against his cock. Timmy grabbed his shaft and thrust in against her, penetrating her incredible pussy with one push. His balls were on the other side of the hole now, and every time the girl lowered herself down on his cock, giving him intense pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before, he felt his hairy nuts slamming against her smooth perfect twat. His cock split her tender pussylips apart as she clung on his shaft, lowering herself down as if she was riding a peg on the wall. Suddenly, just as Timmy was on the brink of orgasm, the door behind him opened and the voice of the colonel sounded loudly. The whore quickly slipped of Timmy's shaft and turned around to see what was going on. Her pretty face appeared in the hole with a strange look in her face. Who had she been fucking all this time? "What the fuck are you doing, you smuck?! This is my booth, you asshole!" The colonel was angry as hell. He held a bundle of bills in his left hand as he raised his right fist to strike down Timmy. "Not so fast, Colonel! I am happy on the trigger here, so don't give me an excuse to blow yer fucking head clean off! With all that loud music, nobody will hear it anyways!" The colonel halted like a statue, growling as he gazed down the barrel of Timmy's shiny 38.special. Timmy's dick was still hanging out of his pants, pounding with his pulse. He was eager to shoot...In many ways... "Get yourself back, you whore, or the colonel gets it!" Timmy heard the girl on the other side of the wall as she looked through the hole again. She sobbed in terror as she quietly whispered: "Please don't hurt him. You ok, Clive? Please don't hurt him. I'll do anything you want." "I wanna cum in your ass, you filthy slut!", Timmy hollered at her as he turned himself around and poked his dick through the hole again; gun still pointed at Colonel Clive. "Start doing your thing, whore. The colonel is in my sight at all times! Don't stop 'till I tell you to!" Timmy smiled at the colonel as the whore on the other side of the wall slowly lowered herself onto his dick, doing exactly as he told her to do. She whimpered slightly as she quickly started to ride his cock again. She obviously wanted it to end quickly. She skillfully worked his cock with her ass muscles, riding it in long hard strokes, totally milking it for any drop of the sticky precum that had started to trickle out from the prick head. Timmy could see the face of the colonel redden as he was forced to watch as he fucked his favorite whore so brutally she sobbed and whimpered like a dog every time he thrust against her when she lowered herself down. Then, Timmy grew weak in his knees. The rumbling sensation of an orgasm developed in his crotch as the whore rode him off with her lovely tight little ass. He howled and bit his lip as he felt the first burst of cum rushing up his shaft and blowing up her hot tight canal. She gasped and yelped when load after load of warm sticky cum traveled far up her ass. Timmy was almost about to pull the trigger on the colonel in his shiver of lust. His cock was still pumping and pumping like a wild fire-hose. Timmy sighed as his cock finally rested. He grew limp and relaxed as his soft cock slipped out of her widened sore asshole. A tiny stream of his semen trickled out of her asshole and ran down the edge of the hole in the wall, making a long stream of cum to trophy his wonderful orgasm. Timmy collapsed on the stool and grinned as he grabbed a towel from the wall and wiped himself clean, wiping the girl's ass and pussy while he was at it. "You can go now, whore. But if you tell anyone about this, I will come back and kill you when you least expect it, girl. As for you, colonel. Hand me them dead presidents and quick! Same goes to you, girl. Give me all the money you have made today and hand it through the hole." Both parties hesitated a lot. The whore was the first to comply on Timmy's orders. She reached out the hole in the wall, her fist full of wrinkly old dollar-bills. It must have been at least 1500 dollars there! Timmy was thrilled. This went even better than he planned. The colonel refused however. "Whore! There is one more thing I need you to do for me before you go. Stick your pussy up here or I'll kill the colonel!" The girl obeyed, turning around to prod her perky little pussy up against the hole in the wall. Timmy quickly crammed his revolver up her cunt and pulled the hammer back on the gun! The girl on the other side screamed in pain and horror as she felt the cold metal being rammed barrel-deep up her twat. "How would you like for me to blow your favorite little girl here to pieces? huh? Now, hand it over, damnit!" The colonel shook his head and started fumbling in his pockets for ever last shred of dollar-bills left on his person before he tossed it all on the floor, raising his hands up in the air. Timmy smiled as he pulled the gun out and pointed it at the colonel. "Suck it!" The colonel, unsure of what exactly Timmy wanted him to suck, bent down and gaped over the gun. It was glistening with cunt-juice and as he closed the mouth around the gun, licking the juices off. While the colonel sucked away on Timmy's revolver, Timmy bent down and grabbed all the money, counting it with one hand. He had learnt to count money with one hand the little time he had spent as a bookie 'upstreets of here'. It was there he first found out about this perverse sex-club. "Here. Have 50 bucks from me. As a sign of peace. Get yourself a blowjob with some of the other girls before you leave or you'll be all frustrated and angry when you leave. Wouldn't want you to do something rash and angry like calling the cops for once." The colonel looked up at Timmy with fire in his eyes. "For if you call the cops, I will kill the whore here AND you and your lovely wife back home. I know where you live, brass-ass." Timmy pulled the gun out and pushed the colonel down to the floor as he jumped across to the door and ran out through the barroom. He skipped across the many people in the bar and ran out in the alley. He laughed out loud as he ran down to another door in the alley where he stopped and counted the money. The second he stopped, out came a girl bursting through the door. "Hey, Tina! You did great. I loved it when you started crying when I shoved my cock up your ass!" The girl smiled and ran to hug Timmy. She was dressed in a long black leather jacket on top of her skimpy underwear and had obviously been in a hurry getting dressed. "Aw, Tim! I love you so much! How much we got?" "Damn near 2000 bucks, honey! You were terrific in there!" Timmy and Tina hugged each other warmly and ran down the street to the old Buick that stood double-parked on the sideway. Timmy grabbed the parking ticket on the windshield and laughed out loud as he leapt into the car and turned the key, starting the old hog in a roar of engine-noise and smoke. With this kind of money, Timmy and Tina could steal one more car and live like king and queen for a week. Then, it was on again. Tina had a steady weekend-job at Haley's Hole Club, which gave them a nice little sum of money, and once in a month, they would knock off one of the customers there as they did today. Tina could not be blamed for giving away her money and the colonel would never in his lifetime dare to return to the club. Timmy and Tina, the modern Bonnie and Clyde were free to pull the same stunt off next weekend with another non-knowing customer. For a nympho like Tina and a leathernecked gunman like Timmy, this was Living Life Large.