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     When Desiree came in for the interview it was hotter hell and all she was wearing was
a tight tank and a pair of very tight short shorts. Cottonmouth looked her up and down and
said, “Let’s go into the back room and talk.”
     Desiree smiled at him and said, “Sure.”
     Desiree knew what Cottonmouth wanted to talk about and had her tank top off before
she even got in the room.  When Cottonmouth turned around all he saw was Desiree’s 36C
looking back at him.
     He ran his fingers though his long black hair and said, “Fuck!  You are off to a
good start woman.”
     “What would you like to talk about Cottonmouth? Is it okay - can I call you
Cottonmouth?” 
     Cottonmouth dropped into a chair and said, “Get you ass over here and we will find
out.”
     Desiree slithered over to him and opened his pants and pulled his cock out.  She had
his cock in mouth and his balls in her hands massaging them. 
Cottonmouth grabbed her long honey blonde hair and pulled her deeper into him. 
     “Fucking bitch you are good!”
     It took only a few minutes for him to shoot his wad into Desiree’s throat.  Desiree
let it go down with a beer chaser while Cottonmouth was pulling his pants up.  
     “So did I do good?” 
     Cottonmouth pulled her back onto his lap and played with his tits. 
     “Yeah you got the job and you can call me Cottonmouth.”
     “So why do call yourself Cottonmouth.  Is it because of that big dick you have?”
     He pulled her even closer to him and grabbed her breast, “No, It’s because I am the
most fucking mean man you have ever seen. If you ever fuck me over I hang you up spread
eagle and flog you until you beg for mercy.”
     Desiree could feel his cock getting harder and harder as he squeezed her breasts
until the pain was unbearable.  He was getting it on by hurting her.  
     “You will never have any problem from me Cottonmouth. I promise you.” 
     There was a weird feeling ripping around in her body.  The pain that he was giving
her and his cock getting harder and harder and pounding on her ass was more than she could
handle, “Oh shit, fuck me.  I need you to fuck me now.”
     Cottonmouth threw her down on the floor and pulled off her shorts and impaled her
with his thick hard cock.  He pounded her harder than any man before.  
     Desiree was going out of her mind and grunted at him, “Fuck me harder damn you.”
     Cottonmouth had become a rabid animal and he flipped her over on her belly and
grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs painfully apart.  Then without even a drop of lube,
he rammed his iron hard cock deep into her.  
     Panting from the pain she screamed out to him, “More.  More you fucker.”
     Cottonmouth gave her what she asked for and rammed her hard and long.  
     She never asked for mercy and Desiree felt a tidal wave of hot come fill her ass as
she came herself. 
     Lying like two sweating animals they laid on each other.  
     “You are a great fuck. Start tomorrow,” Cottonmouth said as he stood up and walked
away.
     Her ass burned but she had the paycheck job.  With that job she didn’t have to pay
for her own beer when it was slow there. Cottonmouth didn’t care if she poured herself a
beer once in a while so long as she kept wearing those sexy short shorts and tight blouses
that the soldiers liked to see on her while they were getting drunk. 
     Desiree was about a week in the job when she found out she could make more money
taking soldiers into the back room and giving them a quickie.  “Oh man soldier you have a
huge hard on in there.  You want to come in the back with me and see if I can do something
about that for you?” And of course she put forty per cent of the money into Cottonmouth’s
pocket but it was still a better deal than she ever had before.
     Of course Bedford was not always the place of wine and roses.  The soldier boys
didn’t have weapons, the army made sure about that, and they got drunk after about two or
three beers. Besides the Drill Sergeants had broken them down to nothing.   And if a few
of them wanted to try and rape her between her switchblade and the bouncer shotgun they
always decided to go someplace and masturbate.  
     But when the oil field trash or logger came in things were different.  These were
big apes and they all had guns and lot of them.  And big knifes to go with the guns.  It
took about two quarts of good whiskey for one these dicks to get a buzz on and they didn’t
like losing at pool.  Those were the nights that her switchblade and the bouncer’s shotgun
didn’t keep her from getting gang raped.  
     Desiree was a tough woman and she never cried over it when they treated her like
scum.  Even the night four of them worked her over for several hours and when they left
her on the floor one of them tossed a handful of change on her naked body.  “That’s all
you are worth slut.”
     Since the oil field trash weren’t busting up the place, the boss didn’t send in the
bouncer to help her.  
     When they left Desiree put what was left of her clothes on and gathered up the
change and counted it up.  “Here boss is your fucking forty per cent,” She said to him.  
     The boss poured her a double whiskey and put it in front of Desiree, “It looks liked
you had a rough time in there.”
Desiree downed the whiskey and said, “Damn I have had worst. But you shouldn’t let them
leave without paying for me!”
     “That what I love about you Desiree you are a tough bitch,” He slapped her on the
back.    
     “Yeah.  Give me another one of those, Cottonmouth, and I am going home for the
night.