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Schlickman stood up and approached the stage.
Cassidy walked over and leaned over to hear what he had to say.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as if nothing was wrong.

“I’m covered in somebody’s shit, is this a
sewer pipe?” she asked taking a good whiff of air.

“It’s a fucking pole, dance with it,”
Schlickman replied. “We have a full house.”

“Get me a new pole!” she shouted under her
breath. “I can’t work under these conditions! My shoulder still
hurts from the last time I was on a pole and this isn’t
helping.”

“Get back on that fucking pole or I will make
your life hell!” he snapped back trying not to let the crowd know
what was going on.

Livid, Cassidy sulked back to the pole and
ran her finger down the side checking to see how greasy it was. Her
finger was covered in grit and oil. It was disgusting. Instead of
using the pole, she decided to dance around it and then hang close
to the edge of the stage, like she would if she were collecting
tips.

The music played on and Cassidy moved her
hips and arms to the music dancing around the pole. She slipped off
the rest of her clothes to the excitement of the crowd and showed
off her ass bending over and bouncing up and down.

“Get to the good stuff!” someone yelled from
the crowd.

Cassidy stood up and looked for the person
who yelled. She couldn’t tell who said it and went back to shaking
her ass.

“Fuck somebody!” the voice yelled again.
Again Cassidy looked for the person who made the comment.

Frustrated, Cassidy walked over to the side
of the stage and grabbed one of the women who were selected as
performers. She hadn’t rehearsed anything with the women, but how
hard could it be to please a crowd with a lesbian scene. They
always go over. The woman was not young, but not too old, sort of a
pasty MILF. Cassidy rubbed her greasy body up against the woman’s
clothes in an attempt to get the crowd going and clean the filth
off her body.

Once she was cleaned off, Cassidy undressed
the woman and came in for a kiss. The woman stepped back awkwardly
and took Cassidy by surprise. She was used to girls on set that
kissed back. “Don’t be afraid,” Cassidy said. “Just follow my
lead.” The woman stood still waiting for Cassidy to try again and
she did. This time the woman let Cassidy engage her in a deep kiss.
The woman didn’t do much but stand there, but this time she didn’t
move.

The crowd perked up watching Cassidy kiss
this woman and wanted more. Cassidy noticed a change in the mood
and moved her lips down to the woman’s breasts and sucked on her
tit. The crowd was getting very stimulated and so was the woman
getting her tit worked on. This prompted Cassidy to stand and
address the crowd. “You like what you see?” she asked trying to get
the crowd involved. They responded with a resounding round of
applause. This was enough to get Cassidy excited and feed her ego.
She leaned over, put her mouth on the woman’s nipple again and this
time put her hand between the woman’s legs and began to rub back
and forth. The crowd got louder and louder with shouts of approval.
This fed into Cassidy who then asked for a chair to be brought out
to the stage. In a moment, the woman was sitting on the chair, legs
spread facing the crowd as Cassidy went to town on her pussy with
her tongue. The crowd was behind her, but she could tell they were
eating this up as much as she was eating this woman. The woman
leaned back and moaned in pleasure.

Then she felt the presence of the man she had
rehearsed with a few hours ago kneeling behind her. She felt him
grab her soft round ass and lift it up into position for
penetration. Like a pro, he slipped his penis into Cassidy’s hot
wet pussy and began to fuck her to the excitement of the crowd.
Never before had anyone at the complex seen a live sex show and
they were whipped into a frenzy. Cassidy ate it up. She gyrated her
ass showing the crowd what was going on with the man while trying
to keep the woman in front of her happy as well.

For five minutes the trio pleasured each
other until the man from behind pulled out his penis and shot his
white load all over Cassidy’s back. He stood and walked off the
stage without looking at the crowd. He wasn’t focused on the show,
he just wanted to get laid, again.

The woman Cassidy had been eating was ready
to blow as well squeezing her legs tightly around Cassidy’s face.
Then like an explosion, the woman screamed out and shook like she
had been possessed by a demon. She orgasm and pushed Cassidy away
stopping the over stimulation. Cassidy was very happy and ready for
more. She looked to the wings to find her two other actors and
found them missing. Knowing the crowd wanted another round, she was
very upset that the show might come to a screeching halt. She
thought on her feet and came up with an idea.

“Is there anyone else that wants to play?”
she asked addressing the crowd. She was dripping white cum off her
backside onto the stage floor. She saw the crowd was looking at it
and decided to dip her finger in some and take a taste. “Fucking
awesome!” she yelled to the crowd. “I need to suck dick! I need to
swallow cum! Who wants to help me out?” she asked looking across
the crowd.

Although they were excited, no one in the
crowd was willing to get up on stage and have sex in front of
everyone else. This was a very conservative community and what they
were watching was a once in a lifetime event. If it weren’t for
schlickman’s porn obsession, this show never would have gone
on.

“I can’t do anything without help!” she
shouted.

“Play with your pussy!” a man yelled. She saw
him and shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok,” she replied and squatted down spreading
her legs. She leaned back on her left hand and with her right hand
spread her pussy lips apart. She then slid in her middle finger and
began to pound herself with fury. It was enough to keep the crowd
going. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the masturbation and
basked in the attention of the crowd.

Dennis stood in the middle of the woods along
with several other men surrounded by other men dressed in Nazi
uniforms. “Can I go?” he asked.

A large uniformed man walked over and pointed
at Dennis with a gloved hand. He grit his teen then said, “Shut the
fuck up.”

“What?” Dennis asked. “If I didn’t ask, I
would never know.”

“If you ask again, you will regret it,” the
gloved man said with a thick German accent.

Dennis realized he wasn’t going anywhere and
had no idea why he was dragged out into the woods and detained with
these other men. He was afraid to ask so he whispered to the
captive standing next to him. “What are we doing here?” he asked in
a hushed voice.

“I didn’t get the memo,” the man replied with
a grin.

“This is serious, how can you make jokes?”
Dennis whispered.

Now pissed, the same captive ignored Dennis
and refused to talk to him. Dennis whispered to the next man in
line. “What are we doing here?”

This man also ignored Dennis and turned
away.

“What a bunch of fucking babies,” Dennis said
a little louder.

“You are here for a work detail,” another
Nazi said as he walked past Dennis. “We trade with the village
across the valley and today is trading day. You are mules.”

Realizing that he had some limited super
powers, Dennis thought hard about escape. But then he realized that
he would have a hard time finding Cassidy in the woods. All the
trees looked alike and the path they came down was not well worn
and easily lost. If he could only fly, he thought to himself.

The lead Nazi spoke up, “You all grab a pack
from that pile over there and put them on your back. Grab as much
as you can carry. Help each other to load up. The man with the
smallest load will be shot before we start.”

“If you do that then you have to carry it?”
Dennis spoke up, and then realized he should have kept his mouth
shut.

The lead Nazi stepped over to Dennis and
looked him in the eye. “Who are you?” he asked like he was Clint
Eastwood in a Dirty Harry movie.

“I’m the photographer you captured with
Cassidy, my name is Dennis.”

“You know what good a photographer is out
here?” the Nazi asked.

Dennis looked around at the trees and forest
and framed shots in his mind. “This is a nice landscape, I bet I
could do something nice.”

“We don’t need no fucking photographers out
here, we need mules, you are a mule. If you don’t pull your weight,
you will be shot. Do you understand me?”

Not wanting to piss off the Nazi, Dennis
replied. “I do have a bad back, and my legs have neuropathy that
kills me after a long walk.”

“Would you rather I shoot you now and not
waste our time loading you up?”

“No, no, I’ll give it a shot. I can’t
guarantee how far I can walk, my calves are burning already from
the hike out here.”

The Nazi, annoyed at Dennis and his flippant
attitude poked Dennis in the chest and said nothing. It was awkward
and Dennis didn’t know what to think of the gesture. It was
intimidating, but not at the same time. “Go load up,” the Nazi said
and pointed at the pile of baggage.

Dennis walked over to the pile and scanned
for the easiest one to pick up. They were all large and looked very
heavy. He picked one up and noticed how awkward they were to
handle. It was like a burlap sack full of frozen turkeys. The
contents shifted when he turned the bags around making it very
difficult for him to get a good grip. When he tried to place the
bag on his shoulders it flopped to one side and threw him off
balance. He dropped the bag on the ground with a thud. “This isn’t
working out,” he said.

Frustrated, the Nazi walked over to Dennis,
picked up the bag and threw it at him hitting him in the groin.

Dennis stepped back holding his crotch
wincing in pain. “What the fuck did you do that for?” Dennis asked
gritting his teeth.

“You are worthless, prepare to die,” the Nazi
said grasping his pistol from his holster.

“Wait!” Dennis yelled to the Nazi. “Don’t
shoot.”

“Why not?” the Nazi asked pointing the gun at
Dennis.

Dennis had no witty reply and stood there
holding his nuts in pain.

The Nazi then unloaded the contents of his
pistol into Dennis popping off one shot after another until his
clip was spent. Dennis stood there as if nothing had ever
happened.

“You should be dead!” the Nazi said lowering
his gun.

Dennis picked out the bullets that were
logged in his skin and dropped them onto the ground below. It was
as if he was picking scabs, or acne.

“What kind of freak are you?” the Nazi
asked.

“I gained some super powers a while back, not
sure how or why, but I can do some stuff. Bullet resistant skin is
one of them.”

“What else?”

“I can run pretty fast, and I’m stronger than
I used to be,” Dennis replied.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, I can see farther than I used to be
able to, and my hearing is better as well.”

“That doesn’t sound like superpowers to me,
sounds like you’ve been taking a lot of vitamins.”

“I never said I was able to leap tall
buildings, Fuck off, let’s see you take a bullet.”

“Maybe you are not being put to good use as a
mule. Maybe I should report you to my superior and get a
promotion.”

“Sounds good to me, I don’t want to haul
these fucking bags anyway.”

The Nazi waved Dennis over to where his
commander was sitting drinking tea from a canteen. Once they got
there, the Nazi introduced Dennis. “Sir, this man has talents that
I think you will find more valuable than using him as a mule. He
has advanced powers.”

“Advanced powers? What does that mean?” the
commander asked.

“It’s above average powers and below
superpowers. Kind of like Superman with a cane.”

“What do you think I can use him for?” the
commander asked not believing what his subordinate was saying.

“He can be used as a spy, or as a super
soldier.”

“I see, we could use some good spies. The
ones we have suck balls.”

Not wanting to be a spy, or anything else for
that matter, Dennis spoke up,” I have an idea, what if I just walk
back to came and let you two figure this out?”

“What makes you think you can just walk
away?” the commander asked.

The Nazi soldier that brought Dennis over
shook his head and pointed to the bullet wounds on Dennis’s arm. “I
tried shooting him, didn’t work.”

The commander leaned over and looked at the
holes in Dennis’s skin, No blood, just indentations. “Wow, that’s
impressive.” he said with a smile. “Did you try shooting him in the
head?” the commander asked.

“No,” the soldier replied embarrassed.

The commander reached for his pistol and shot
Dennis four times in the head. Each bullet struck him in the face
and plopped back down onto the dirt below. Dennis was unharmed and
unphased.

“What are you made of?” the commander asked
in awe.

“Same stuff you are, I think.” Dennis
replied.

“How did you get like this?”

“An alien laid some eggs in my ass and they
hatched. Ever since then I’ve never been the same.”

“Maybe we should dissect you and see what
makes you tick.”

“Good luck, if bullets wouldn’t go through
me, I doubt you have a knife that will.”

“Good point,” the commander stated. “But I do
think we have a diamond studded boring blade that is used for
drilling. That would open you up like a can of worms.”