Post by Mikayla Forrester on Apr 6, 2019 14:35:09 GMT
"WHOO! YEAH-HA! FUCK! YEAH! WHOO!"
Mikayla couldn't figure out what was worse, this fat pig yelling like he won the lottery or that he was doing it on top of her. A couple more thrusts inside of her and he finished, leaving her figuring out what was most disgusting; his body going over hers or that she did this voluntarily. But it was for the good cause, and some day this would all be worth it. At least that's what she told herself.
Spiff lay beside her panting, all pleased with himself. Mikayla got up and went into the bathroom, cleaning up what he left on her. No amount of soap could wash the shame of having sex with Spiff though. But he had something she needed, and would bring by on regular basis. The fact that this was his payment was just an occupational hazard. She walked back into the bedroom as he gazed her up with his beaty little eyes.
"You know, next time we could..."
"No Spiff."
"Oh come on, they say it's..."
"NO SPIFF."
It was bad enough having his member in the right hole, she wasn't about to humiliate herself further by letting him put it inside of the other one. She put on her underwear and got dressed in a jeans and tanktop.
"You got what I need?" Mikayla asked.
"Yeah, it's right over there." Spiff answered.
Mikayla straightened her hair and picked up a big jug of moonshine that had been standing there for her to collect. This is why she did the nasty with Spiff; moonshine. But it was more valuable to her than he could ever imagine. Liquor wasn't allowed within Bar Harbor, and what liquor there was was in possession of Spiff's father, Big Dick. Luckily this ginger idiot was brewing his own, even if it was bad.
"Damn girl, you sure are thirsty!" Spiff said. "A jug like that every month! I mean, I like the drink too but you... whoa baby!"
"I'll take anything I can to forget this shithole of a world." Mikayla answered.
"And I'll take anything I can from you Mikayla! Keep giving me ass like that and I'll keep the shine coming!"
Spiff winked at her but Mikayla just turned around and rolled her eyes. She picked up the full jug and left Spiff's room, descretely walking out of the town hall with the shine after putting it in a garbage bag. She could see some commotion at the gate, but with this contraband she was carrying she wasn't standing around to figure out what it was. She quickly made her way to her parents' restaurant.
After she walked in, she made sure no one else was around before opening a hidden hatch into a secret basement. It was once made by her greatgrandfather during the prohibition, who smuggled alcohol on land by way of sea, and stashed it in here. Now, his greatgranddaughter was doing the same.
But the alcohol was not for consumption, at least not in the traditional way. Mikayla turned on the light in the basement and after the shame of having sex with Spiff felt some pride in what she had already accomplished here; wooden crates full of molotov cocktails to be used on the day Claudia and the other youths would come back and take the town. Spiff had no idea he was helping making the weapons that were going to be used against him and his father one day.
Mikayla grinned as she put down the jug. There was at least another two dozen molotov cocktails she could make with this but she was running out of bottles. Soon she'd have to go on a scavenging run again.
Pleased with herself, Mikayla came out of the secret basement and closed it, covering it up after she did. Dinner service was beginning soon and she started working on it, waiting for the other people to arrive.