ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 7. (standard:humor, 1543 words) [7/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 13 2012	Views/Reads: 2144/1720	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger pays a visit to The Soft-Hearted Whores Club.

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A few folk stopped and stared at Roger the White Man but Hub Cap waved
to them, knowing practically everyone on Uhuruland and nobody bothered 
them. 

“Tells you what, my man, lets you and me take a turn down Whores Alley.
Know some foxy chicks down there. Should be able to fix you up.” 

Roger immediately brightened. “Let's go then!” he enthused. 

Hub Cap grinned and they strolled on. 

As they turned round a corner in the main street and began walking down
a side street they came across two small boys who were fighting. One 
was on the ground and the other was standing on top of him. 

“Hey Toxteth!” Hub Cap admonished the victor. “Quit fightin wit you
brutha. Git off him, man.” 

Toxteth hesitated then stepped off his sibling victim. 

Hub Cap cuffed him on the head. “I's told you befoa,” he reprimanded
him, “never to stand on Ceremony.” 

Toxteth ran off and Hub Cap helped Ceremony to his feet and dusted him
off. He slipped him some coins and his tear-stained face brightened 
then he too ran off. 

Roger and Hub Cap strolled on. Further down the street, one club was
already open despite it only being late afternoon. Gaudy lights 
proclaimed it as ‘The Soft-Hearted Whores Club'. A couple of scantily 
clad ladies were standing outside. 

“Well lookee hea!” called Hub Cap as they approached them. “If'n it aint
Lusty Lelle and Dusky Delle! Two of the foxiest chicks on Uhurulan!” 

Both tarts were dressed eye-catchingly in high heels, stockings,
suspenders, thongs and tiny bras. They looked rather fetching. 

“My my! If it ain't that ole horn-bag Hub Cap!” said Lusty Lelle. 

“An who in the hell's this wite boy!?” asked Dusky Delle. 

“This hea is my man Roga,” Hub Cap intro'd. 

“Delighted to meet you,” said the Horny One, appreciatively eyeing how
the ladies were dressed...or nearly dressed. 

“Look at him checkin out the merchandise!” said Lusty Lelle. 

Dusky Delle sashayed over to him and slipped an arm round his waist.
“You lookin for action, wite boy?” 

“Well I most certainly am,” a slightly flustered Roger answered. “The
trouble is however that I don't seem to have any money with me.” 

Dusky Delle pretended hurt. “You suggestin we chargin for lovin!?” she
asked. 

Hub Cap sniggered. “You chargin by the inch!” he said. 

Lusty Lelle laughed. 

“That bein the case,” Dusky Delle drawled, “I wouldn't be chargin you
very much!” 

They all laughed. Roger laughed too but it was mainly because he was
near half-naked attractive young women and he wanted to appear cool. 

“So let me explain bout my bro,” Hub Cap said, throwing an arm round
Roger's shoulder. “He getting dragged down to Uhurulan cos he comin too 
close by mistake in his Ship. Now they goin to execute him cos he's a 
white boy. So this the last time he can get laid.” 

“They executin him jus cos he's wite?” asked Lusty Lelle. “Well that
ain't fair.” 

“No it ain't.” agreed Dusky Delle, stamping her foot indignantly. 

Roger appreciatively eyed how she wobbled wonderfully as she did so. 

“Big Lucas behind this, ain't he?” asked Lusty Lelle. 

“Who else?” said Hub Cap. “Him bein the Main Man hea.” 

“Well it still ain't fair,” went on Lusty Lelle. “This po boy don't look
like he don't do no-one no harm no time.” 

Roger nodded in agreement then shook his head in agreement then nodded
in agreement again then started to get dizzy and gave up. 

“Well it's happenin in about an hour,” Hub Cap told them. “So we has to
get Roga hea laid fo the last time. Least we can do fo the bro.” 

The two ladies of the night, or rather, late afternoon, whispered
together. 

“We knows just the gal for him,” announced Dusky Delle. 

“An who might that be?” 

“Angel Delight,” Lusty Lelle told him. 

Roger nodded appreciatively at the name. 

Dusky Delle sashayed over to the Club entrance. “Angel Delight!” she
yelled. “Get you black ass out hea! We has action fo you!” 

Roger grinned. Angel Delight. Even the name made his member quiver in
anticipation. 

The ladies grinned. So did Hub Cap. 

Angel Delight appeared. She might have been an angel thirty years ago
but she was no delight now. She was about fifty and maybe half that in 
stones. The grey hair didn't help. Nor the one arm. She squinted at 
Roger through her one good eye. Then smiled at him. Her teeth were like 
a row of burned fence posts. 

Roger's mouth dropped open. His member, previously all a-quiver, ceased
quivering. “But...but...but,” he but'd. 

The others fell about laughing. 

“Relax, bro!” Hub Cap told him. “This ain't the one for you. This Angel
Delight, the cleanin lady.” 

The others laughed again. 

“We's only jiving wit you, Roga!” Lusty Lelle told him. “I knows jus the
gal fo you. Why it's Scabby Sue. She just adores wite boys.” 

‘Scabby Sue?' thought Roger. ‘Hmm, doesn't sound promising.' 

Lusty Lelle went over to the Club door and called her. A minute later
she appeared. 

She was in her mid-twenties. Exquisite golden brown skin. Jet black hair
to her shoulders. She curved in all the right places and didn't curve 
in the wrong ones. She was a beauty and her tight clothes clung to her 
like they were afraid she'd leave them. 

At the sight of this sexy young beauty and with the welcoming thought of
coitus-non-interruptus floating through his head, Randy Roger began 
tenting in advance. 

Dusky Delle noticed. “Is that a gun in your pocket or you just pleased
t' see her!?” she asked. 

The others hee-hawed. 

The bold Roger grinned. “It's a gun,” he replied. “And it doesn't fire
blanks!” 

A sexy smile appeared on Scabby Sue's sexy face and she sashayed sexily
over to Roger. “My my! A white boy!” she purred and ran her fingers 
through his thinning black hair. “Ain't had a treat like this since we 
leavin Earth.” 

Roger grinned and slipped an arm round her waist. “Me neither,” he
admitted. 

Hub Cap grinned at Roger. “You go wit the sista then, bro. She'll take
care of y'all. Wait fo me here when you's done. I's goin to see 
Clarence an get me some fine weed.” 

Roger nodded but his mind was elsewhere. And so was his right hand. As
he used it to guide Scabby Sue's exquisite ass over towards the Club 
door. 

“Ah well, least he gonna get to come before he goes!” remarked Dusky
Delle. 

The others laughed as Randy Roger and Scabby Sue disappeared inside the
Club. 


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