The girls were all tired as Marco listened to the A.M. radio announcer explaining the latest and greatest recorded Barack Obama immigration plan for all the millions of illegal aliens. Marco knew that the old boat engine didn't have too many trips left in it but she pushed through the Pacific ocean north up the coast like a brand new boat on this trip.
Evie from Central America 14 years old, sold as a sex
slave to an American born of Africa, A Black Man.
These Mexican and Central American girls would be working in Los Angeles in a couple of days for $1.50 an hour with free food and a cot to sleep on. The couple of good lookers could make a few more bucks and stay off the sewing machines if they played their cards right. The best looking one was slumped over the stern of the boat, still sickly from the trip and the five foot waves.
At sunrise Marco had docked his seventy two foot fishing boat off San Pedro islands and waited as arranged as a few of the girls slept below deck as he kept an eye out for the cops around the piers. Marco made this trip a few times a month and was making some good money in the human import business. He had waited off shore about three miles and slept a couple of hours but now he was standing on the wooden dock with all the girls bags piled high on a orange single cargo cart.
His bitter coffee was about cold and he planned to toss the styrofoam cup off into the water when he heard the familiar truck engine turning onto the shore road. His own tiredness was getting the best of him and the smell of cold coffee was about to make him sick.
The smell of the cold coffee, mixed in with the fresh fish and wet ropes combined with the slapping waves made him a little dizzy as the salt air became just a bit foggy.
The sick girl on the stern mumbled something but turned her head away as she became sick and seemed to struggle to catch her breath. The cargo truck was at the end of the pier and flashed it's head lights three times which was the o.k. signal so Marco shuffled around and called all the girls up.
All the women were transported in the nude so they were cold and looked down as they stood on the main deck of the boat as the men from the truck approached. Marco remembered trying to unhook the tall ones bra and slipped off her panties while she was gasping. She was easy to tease and she would bring a good price and Marco would claim her as a virgin to get top dollar. Her name was Evie.
The sun was coming up but it was still cold and just like clumsy puppets the twelve girls lined up in a straight line, even the sick one joined the ranks.
The driver of the cargo truck was called "sheepdog" and he smile as he approached Marco with the other men. As the sea-spray struck the dock Marco shook hands with Sheepdog and eventually they stood on the deck of Marco's boat.
The girls moved back a safe little distance as the sheepdog "dog" wandered off and surveyed the new girls standing in the nude and noticed Evie's energy and slender but muscular body. Not saying much Sheepdog noticed the other girls but had trouble keeping his eyes off Evie and nothing else seemed to matter.
"Marco, this one very good, yes!" Sheepdog turned to the shy girl named Evie and asked "How much for this creature Marco, how much right now?" he turned to the other girls but slowly rubbed his hand over Evie's firm breasts which made her pull back and make her first sound.
Marco knew that she would be top dollar but the "dog" would have to buy them all to get the one bonus girl called Evie. "She is only fourteen "dog" so she must work in the factory, you know the rules Amigo." Marco noticed that Sheepdog was doing everything but barking as Marco could not help look at her ass and that lovely spot that the "dog" was now calling the honey hole. Marco knew Evie was the show girl.
Marco reached over and drew Evie off the line and told Sheepdog to buy the bunch and he might rent this one for a day or two.
Like a master, Marco dragged her off the line and you could just about hear the "dog" yelping for Evie. Evie warmed up to Marco and hugged him as she was afraid and cold and the Sheepdog looked over the other girls. As the "dog" was checking out the other girls Evie licked my arm and I could feel her warm breath and the very slight sound she was making as she rubbed her bare breast's against my arm, she wanted to earn her way in staying with me. She was grinding and pressing against me when the "dog" wasn't looking leaving me with private throbs that would have an enormous importance later.
Self-absorbed and dreamy Sheepdog paid five thousand dollars a head just as agreed and looked at Evie, the dreamy bonus girl.
Sheepdog made it clear that he wanted the girl and would pay twice the regular amount which was ten thousand dollars. Marco said no.
Sheepdog took his cellphone and hit a programmed number and the boss answered the phone and ...
Two more men were heading from the cargo truck, Sheepdog said it was the boss.
It felt rehearsed but Barack Obama walked right past the "dog" and took Evie by the hand and pulled her off Marco, I think, he was drunk.
"She looks clumsy, horribly shy!" Barack moved around her like he was looking at a show horse and got up close and looked at her every curve. "Twenty Thousand, not one fu.king penny more!" and he took Evie by the hand again and was walking her back to the limousine parked behind the cargo truck.
Casually Sheepdog placed his right hand on his pistol but not too much, it was just a signal that the price had been set and Barack was buying Evie.
It was a seventy five thousand dollar trip as the envious Marco and Sheepdog counted the money and watched the girls get dressed. Evie was still nude inside the limousine with Barack Obama behind the dark glass.
He had already laid her back and opened her legs after she had kneeled down in front of him and begged him to fu.k her per his instructions.
Her voice was sweet and the voices inside her head told her not to scream or to fight him, the most powerful man in all of America. He made an eerie sound during sex and Evie knew it was just a moment in time as her mother had taught her. Mother had taught her that the American's would fu.k her and her screams would never be heard so pretend to enjoy him and chirp like a songbird.
Her teenage years would be full of men like this, it was the price of freedom, it was his charity to the poor young teenager as he returned for more she knew everything would change after puberty, abnormally she lifted her ass and he liked it, she would have to remember that.
He was enormously powerful for about a minute and once again he forced her to use her mouth which was not easy because he was very excited now.
She was hot now, her hair was wet and her soft spot was damp with him but he had made a bitchy comment, something about wetbacks as the horror of lying on him as he took a phone call.
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Fictional Story Telling - Fiction
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