Congressman Barth and his nephew Samuel hustled Doris into the limousine. They drove quickly through the dark, city streets of Culiacan, Mexico, headed for the dreaded Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe.
"Please, don't do this to me," Doris whimpered weakly. "I didn't do anything to hurt you, did I?"
"Not a thing, darling," Barth answered. "You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Shit, didn't anybody ever tell you never to walk through Central Park when it was dark out?"
Doris didn't answer, but she cursed herself for not listening to her Uncle Melvin. He had warned her, but she simply hadn't listened. She hated herself for being so foolish. Now, she was in really big trouble. In a few minutes, she would be sold to the evil man named Mogul, who would force her to perform lewd sexual acts with dozens of perverted men.
The limousine drove on, headed into the seamy section of town. Doris trembled with fear, feeling totally helpless and abandoned. Where was Senator Hamilton? she wondered.
Senator Hamilton was stuffing his limp, spent prick into his trousers, casting a baleful look at Suzanne who was stretched out on the bed, enjoying her afterglow.
The Senator moved forward, exasperated, and struck Suzanne in the face. "Where the hell do they take the young girls that you and your brother bring down here? I'm getting very impatient with you! Now, tell me! Tell me everything!"
Suzanne was too frightened to refuse. She told Senator Hamilton everything – all about the shows and Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe.
Senator Hamilton was horror-stricken. He grabbed Suzanne by the wrist and dragged her out of the house. She was stark naked, but Hamilton didn't seem to mind. They got into the Senator's expensive Rolls Royce and raced off in pursuit of Barth, Samuel and Doris. Suzanne reluctantly gave directions to Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe as Senator Hamilton negotiated sharp turns and twists in the road like a race driver.
"Yeah, you're gonna like this one, Mogul," Congressman Barth said, a lewd smile pasted to his face. "She's young and pretty, and in real good shape!"
"She'd better be healthy," Mogul replied. "The last one you brought me only lasted a month. This time, I'd better get my money's worth. You say she's only a teen-ager?"
"Yep, you'll like her," Samuel interjected. "She's tied up in the back of the car."
"Three thousand dollars and she's all yours, Mogul," Barth said coolly.
"Suppose I want to see her first?" Mogul replied, lifting one eyebrow inquisitively. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"Have I ever let you down, Mogul?" Barth replied.
"Okay, you're right," Mogul said, smirking. "I need a new girl right now, anyway. Shit, I can put the bitch right on stage tonight. There's lots of good customers out there, and I'm sure they'd get a kick out of some new talent. Plus, Horace would enjoy a new, young cunt to fuck. Ha! Ha!"
The three men broke out laughing.
"Say," Congressman Barth said. "You send one of your men out with Samuel to get the girl. I'm gonna take a seat in the audience and enjoy the show. This little bitch is kind of important to me. I went to a lot of trouble to get her for you, Mogul."
"Okay," Mogul said. "I'll join you. We'll sit right up front. Jim will go out with Samuel to get the bitch." He gestured for the man named Jim to follow Samuel outside to get the girl. Then, Mogul and Barth went out front, taking seats next to the seedy stage.
"Right this way," Samuel said. "She's out in the car. She's a feisty little bitch, though. You might have some trouble with her."
"No problem," Jim said, rippling his muscles. He stopped short, pausing in front of the bathroom door. "Just a second. I gotta take a piss. You go out and get her ready. I'll be right along."
Samuel nodded and stepped out the back door. As he focused his eyes in the dark parking lot, a hazy figure stepped forward.
"Congressman Hamilton, what are you doing here? I thought…"
Samuel never got a chance to finish his sentence. A steel tire iron cut through the air and smashed into the side of his face, knocking him out cold.
Senator Hamilton stood over Samuel's prone body. He breathed deeply, gripped Suzanne's wrist tightly and moved inside the back door. Jim was coming out of the bathroom.
Jim caught sight of the gorgeous naked woman and licked his lips. His eyes were glazed over and he didn't even notice that the man with her was not Samuel. "Jesus Christ!" he said, awestruck. "What a hunk of woman. Mogul's gonna love this bitch! Shit, she'll bring in thousands of bucks a week. And, wait'll Horace gets a load of her. He'll flip his prick, at the sight of this cunt!"
"You bet!" Senator Hamilton said, averting his eyes and stepping into the shadows. He let go of the brunette bitch and quickly dashed back to the limousine.
"Hey! What's going on here!" Suzanne shouted as Jim pulled her through the door. "You've got the wrong woman!" she protested. "Get your filthy hands off of me!"
Jim smacked her down to the floor and dragged her naked body into the back room. "Shit, bitch!" he exclaimed. "Horace is gonna go ape-shit when he sees you!"
Senator Hamilton moved up to the driver of the limousine, sticking his head inside. The chauffeur recognized him. "Congressman Barth says for you to go inside and enjoy the show," Hamilton said. In a jiffy, the chauffeur was out of the car and heading for the entrance to Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe.
Doris came out, of the shadows and stepped into the big car. Hamilton got behind the wheel and burned rubber puffing out of the parking lot.
"What's gonna happen now?" Doris inquired, her head spinning from all of the action – not to mention her close escape from Horace!
"You're going to be fine, Doris. Just fine," Senator Hamilton replied. "I'm taking you with me to Washington. If you want to, you can testify against Congressman Barth and send the son of a bitch to jail, where he belongs. But, I won't let you do that, unless…"
"Unless what?" she asked.
"Unless you promise to marry me. Shit, plenty of Senators have young wives. Why not me?"
"You bet!" Doris answered. She threw her arms around him and hugged, him tightly, kissing his face all over. She was overcome with joy!
Harsh, red spotlights shone down on the seedy stage at Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. The place was packed with horny men who drank and laughed, anticipating the night's big event. At the front table sat the Mogul himself, with Congressman Barth right by his side.
A tall man dressed in a dark top hat and tails walked onto the stage. He picked up a microphone and announced in a deep, baritone voice, "Introducing, the most famous fucker of all time, Horace." Thunderous applause greeted the big, awkward man as he was led onto the small stage.
"This is going to be fun!" said Congressman Barth.
"And, Horace's beautiful young partner for this evening," the announcer said. A naked woman, tied to a heavy wooden cross, was wheeled out onto the stage. "A brand new talent, about to give her first performance at Mogul's Late-Nite Cafe. Let's have a warm round of applause for Suzanne!"
The evil brunette bitch was writhing about in her bonds, shrieking with terror as she saw Horace walking towards her.
"That's my niece! You have the wrong girl!" Congressman Barth bellowed, crazy with rage.
"Sit down and shut up. I want to enjoy the performance!" the Mogul shouted, sticking the barrel of a.44 into Barth's stomach. "Enjoy the show, you asshole!"
"B-but, that's my niece up there! My niece is going to be fucked by that man. You can't let that happen, Mogul!"
"Shut up, and clap, Barth!" Mogul said, jabbing the gun into Barth's ribs.
Barth grimaced, and clapped.