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The Boss the Beginning	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +S through Z > Saints Row 2 Views: 17722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Saints Row or any of the characters. I am not making any money or profit from this. This story is just for fun, and fantasy.

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Johnny grunts as he picks up the lifeless body of dead samedi gang member. He's careful not to get the sticky, smelly, day old blood on his purple silk men's shirt. He mumbles a few cuss words as he drops the body on the pile of bodies in the center of the room. That's when he sees Alisa walking down the stairs, as usual she wasn't wearing much. Except for a black fishnet bodysuit, a black leather vest that's snapped closed, and black and purple striped thong, a holster strapped to her right thigh, a pair of black, steel toe goth style boots, spiked leather bands on both wrists and a pair of black leather fingerless gloves.
"'Bout time you showed up, I thought I was going to have move all these muthafuckahs by myself." Johnny complained. Alisa smiles at him as she finishes smoking her cigarette and flicks the butt into the fire next to the pile of bodies.
"Johnny I'm surprised you didn't recruit a few grunts to get that done for you." Alisa teased, as she gets to the bottom of the stairs.
"Well I would if we had a few grunts. You know we can't really run a gang when we don't have ya know a fuckin gang!" Johnny said, his voice sounding a little annoyed and frustrated.
"I was thinking the same thing, Johnny." Alisa said.
"Well let's get on that, cuz I'm done moppin up blood!" Johnny said, as the two of them start walking up the stairs.
"That kid who helped me bust out seems alright, but we're gonna need more." Alisa said, as she stopsand turns to Johnny, "Got any ideas?"
"Yeah, there's a few people I met in jail who might work out. Let me make some calls. Once I make the connects, you're gonna have to show'em you ain't fuckin around." Johnny said.
"It won't be a problem." Alisa said.
"Oh yeah, you might wanna put on some clothes first. Unless you want our guys ogling your ass." Johnny said.
"Well the way I see it. I'm in charge of this crew, I'm doing things my way. I'll do what I want, say what I want and wear whatever the fuck I want. If I wanna go out butt naked I'll do it. If the crew wants to check me out, that's their business. This our chance to do it our way, not Julius' way. We're taking back our city, and once we run these streets we run them the way we want." Alisa said.
"Your the boss, Alisa." Johnny said. "I'll hit the streets and start lookin recruitin people, while you're lookin for these people.
"Right, Carlos should be pretty easy to find. What about the people you mentioned?" Alisa said.
"Pearce lives in those apartments near the Friendly Fire gun store just outside of Sunnyvale. Shaundi was last seen at house in the suburbs." Johnny said.
"Shaundi? A friend said something about a girl named Shaundi. She's supposed to be a party girl, a stoner and apparently is the biggest slut in Stillwater." Alisa said.
"That's her." Johnny said. Alisa is excited to meet this Shaundi, but on the other hand is she the right person for the job of being a lieutenant in a gang.
"Johnny, having a fucking junkie as a lieutenant doesn't seem like a good idea." Alisa said.
"Shaundi's not a junkie. Sure she smokes a lotta weed, likes goin to frat parties, probably had more dick than a pornstar and can do beer bong better than most people, but she's smart and knows more about drugs than me and you combined. Pearce likes to bitch a lot, but he knows the streets and he ain't afraid to get his hands dirty." Johnny said. "Put that together with the way we do things, and the Ronin, Samedi and those nut jobs with the tribal tatts won't stand a chance." He said.
"Alright if you say so. I'll be back in a while, after I round all these bitches up." Alisa said.

When Alisa gets outside, she squints her eyes from the bright sunlight and digs inside her vest to find her sunglasses.
"Holy fuck it's hot today." She says to herself, as she put the shades on and walks towards her faded black 67 Impala. If there's one good thing about a heat wave, it's the way the sun fixed the problem of being so white after being in a coma, inside a maximum security prison for two years. Now her skin has a nice tan to it, but only on places that are exposed to the sun. Maybe she will go butt naked someday, to fix the tan lines but not today she thinks to herself, as she opens the door.
Once she gets in and pulls the door closed, she pulls out her phone from her vest pocket and dials up Carlos' phone number. She listens to ring sound from the other line, as she rolls her window down.
"Come on Carlos pick up the fucking phone." Alisa said, as she leans over and rolls the passenger side window down, so that the air can circulate through the oven of a car. After a long wait and her patience running thin, someone finally answers the phone, but it wasn't Carlos' voice on the other line. Instead it was a woman speaking spanish in a frustrated tone of voice, that's yelling over the sound of screaming and crying children.
"Umm is Carlos there?" Alisa said.
"Si, and who is this calling for him?" The woman said.
"A friend he helped recently." Alisa said, careful not to let the person know too much about her or Carlos' recent actions. Just in case the phone is tapped, and also because the woman isn't a member of the Saints.
"You better not be some bitch calling my son, he doesn't need some bitch getting him in trouble again." The woman said.
"Who I am is none of your goddamn business, just put him on the fucking phone will ya. I'm losing what little patience I have left, talking to you." Alisa said.
"Don't act all tough with me, puta. I'll kick your ass!" The woman said.
"Whatever, put Carlos on the phone." Alisa said. Alisa lights a cigarette as she listens to woman yelling at someone on the other end in spanish.
"Who is this?" Carlos said.
"Who the fuck do you think it is!? Who the hell was that bitch?" Alisa said.
"My mom. Sorry about that she's stressed out." Carlos said.
"I can hear why, reminds me why I don't want kids. I can't stand the little basterds. Never mind all that, I'm getting the crew back together. I thought you might want in." Alisa said.
"Hell yeah, sure as hell beats hanging around here and listening to my mom bitch all day." Carlos said.
"Alright where can I meet you?" Alisa said.
"That Rimjobs across the street from Freckle Bitches. You know the one I'm talking about?" Carlos said.
"Yeah, I'm headed that way anyway I pick you up." Alisa said.
"I was hoping you'd help me out with something first." Carlos said.
"Don't beat around the bush Carlos, just get to the point." Alisa said.
"Some dead beat friend of mine owes me money, he won't pay. So I'm taking his car as collateral." Carlos said.
"Well look at you. You break someone out of prison and now you're muscling your friends for money. I like it, all you need is some direction and you'll be a real gangsters." Alisa said, in a playful mocking older sister kind of way.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Carlos said.
"Just breaking your balls kid. I'll meet you at Rimjobs." Alisa said.
"Cool, see ya there." Carlos said, as he hangs up.
Alisa sets the phone on the seat, and starts the engine and backs up then peels out of the parking lot just as the intro to "Come on Feel the Noise" starts blasting through the speakers. Drivers honk their horns as Alisa's beat up looking muscle car narrowly misses crashing into them. Alisa casually sticks her hand out the window and flips them off, knowing full well that there wasn't any danger of a crash. After all she wasn't hired as getaway driver in numerous heists, by numerous professional criminals like herself for nothing. Julius had a different idea of what the Saints should be. He wanted a force to take down the other gangs, to stop all the violence towards civilians, and that's all well and good. Alisa never liked getting civilians involved, now taking out other criminals is something she's okay with. The way she sees it gangsters, pimps, drug dealers all know the risks of this life, getting whacked goes with the territory. If you can't accept that, then you're in the wrong line of work. Killing another criminal is just business, she's always kept her personal feelings out of it. Of course nobody has ever made something personal, God help whoever does. Alisa knows someone, someday might take her out and she's accepted that. Until then she's going to live life to its fullest.
Julius' way of thinking and her's are as different as night and day. Julius saw the Saints as an unconventional way of cleaning up the streets, which is fine. Alisa sees the Saints as that and then some. She sees the Saints as an opportunity for herself and whoever else wants to make it big. Some want it as a way to take care of their families, with the economy the way it is what choice does a parent have. Others see it as a way to get rich fast, or earn some respect. The way Alisa sees it, she's tired of hiring herself out for a cut of the score. Tired of being paid to do a hit for someone else. She saw what the wiseguys in New York have, and knew she could never have the same kind of power and money that they did. For one she's a woman, two she's not full blood Italian so she had settle for just being a freelance gun or set of wheels for hire. When she got to Stillwater, she saw an opportunity and Julius made her the enforcer for the gang. She trusted him, and then he blew her up and left her for dead.
Now she's the Boss of the 3rd Street Saints, and she's going achieve everything she ever wanted or die trying. She wants more than money, more than respect, more than power, she wants it all and nobody and nothing is going to stand in her way. The Saints can be so much more than just a street gang, the Saints could be the mafia that rules Stillwater. Alisa visualizes the organization structure as she drives across the bridge. Alisa will be the Boss, Johnny the Underboss and enforcer, Shaundi or Pearce as an advisor she'll have to see which one is better suited for that job, a lieutenant in each neighborhood running the day to day operations, with their own soldiers doing the work, and a bunch of associates all looking to earn a spot in the Saints. She's seen how the Italians run their operation, and that's how she wants the Saints to be. But first she needs to get the gang together, then work on taking back Stillwater.

Carlos takes off his purple stocking cap, and uses it to wipe sweat off his face while he sits on the curb outside of Rimjobs, waiting for the Boss to show up. The walk from his mom's place in the trailer park, usually isn't that bad but in this heat it felt like he was walking a hundred miles across the desert. The shade from the Rimjobs auto shop is welcomed relief, it's still warm but at least there's no threat of getting a heat stroke. The weather lady on the news keeps talking about rain, but so far that's all been bullshit because there isn't a single cloud in the sky.
Pearce is texting a girl on his phone, when he sees a beat up black Impala drive up, with some half naked white chick behind the wheel. Definitely not what he was expecting. When Johnny called him, and told him that the Boss of the Saints was coming. He was expecting a brand new Cadillac Escalade, with some badass looking dude driving.
"Are you the one Johnny called me about?" Pearce said, as he steps towards the passenger window. Alisa turns the music down, and takes a drag from her cigarette.
"Yeah that's me." Alisa said.
"Huh, you're not what I was expectin." Pearce said, sounding unsure about the woman claiming to be the Boss of the 3rd Street Saints.
"And what were you expecting, some guy in a flashy car and a suit?" Alisa said.
"Well, yeah." Pearce said.
"I have a dick, does that count?" Alisa said.
"Okay, Johnny didn't anything about you bein a fuckin tranny." Pearce said. Alisa narrows her eyes at Pearce, as she grows tired of his doubts and insults.
"I'm not a fucking a tranny, asshole. I'm a futa or a dickgirl, now get in the fucking car before I shoot you for being a pain in my ass!" Alisa said.
"Aiight, but if I'm gonna be in your crew I gotta know that you're the real deal." Pearce said, as he opens the door and gets in.
"Stay on that side of the car, I'm not into chicks with dicks." Pearce said.
"Pearce, if you talk to me like that one more time I swear to god I'm going to literally cut your balls off and shove them up your ass!" Alisa said. "Now what do want me to do!? And make it short because you're pissing me off!"
"I wanna see you fuck some Ronin up." Pearce said.
"Fine then let's go fuck up some Ronin. Now just be clear, do you want me to kill them or fuck them because either way is fine with me." Alisa said, as she pulls out onto the street.
"Kill them of course, I don't wanna see a bunch asians gettin fucked up the ass. I'm not into that whole prison rape shit." Pearce said.
"Aww that's too bad, I already had some white ass for breakfast. I was hoping for some asian ass for lunch." Alisa teased.
"What the fuck!?" Pearce said.
"Relax I'm just fucking around." Alisa said.
"Yeah, you fuck around too much." Pearce said.
"What's that supposed to mean, are you calling me a slut, huh?" Alisa said.
"I'm sayin that you play too much." Pearce said.
"Right, Johnny told me you were a tight ass." Alisa said. "Listen Pearce, you think whatever you want about me, but when I give you an order you better fall in line and do what I tell you."
"You ain't showed me one reason why I should. I don't see you poppin any Ronin!" Pearce said.
"You wanna see me kill some Ronin, fine but you better back me up." Alisa as she pulls the car to a screeching stop in the middle of the road, in front of thrift store where a three Ronin members are standing. Pearce looks on in surprise as Alisa gets out of the car and starts walking across the street. She doesn't even stop to look for traffic, as cars screech to a stop to keep from hitting her. Pearce quickly gets out of the car and jogs to catch up to her, as she approaches the first Ronin. He barely has any time to react, when Alisa casually pulls the glock from her holster, puts the muzzle to the man's forehead, and pulls the trigger. The shot echoes off the walls of the building, people scream from the sound of the shot. The remaining Ronin watch in horror, as their friend's brains splatter on the storefront window. The second Ronin pulls out a samurai sword and yells something in Japanese and charges towards Alisa. Alisa raises her pistol and pumps four slugs into his chest.
"Never bring a sword to a gunfight." Alisa said.
The last one, a female gang member pulls out a large caliber revolver, but she's quickly brought down by a few shots from Pearce's 9mm Beretta 92fs. Alisa picks up the revolver that the Ronin member had dropped, looks it over.
"Colt Anaconda 44 magnum. I use to have one of these." Alisa said.
"Damn you cold. You just walked up popped the guy and his homie, but why didn't you kill the bitch?" Pearce said.
"Johnny said you weren't afraid to get bloody, but I had to see you in action for myself." Alisa said.
"What if I wasn't up for killin the bitch, and she shot you?" Pearce said.
"Well, after I got out of the hospital. I'd hunt her down for shooting me then I'd hunt you down for not having my back." Alisa said. "Did I prove myself, are you satisfied?" Alisa said, her voice sounding less angry than before but still annoyed.
"Yeah, there's no doubt now. You're the Boss of the Saints." Pearce said.
"Good, come on we still gotta pick up Carlos and Shaundi." Alisa said, as she starts walking back to the car. Pearce bites his lower lip as he gets a good look at Alisa's round, plump, bouncy bubble butt. Without thinking about who the butt belongs to, he gives one of the cheeks a slap. Alisa's eyes narrow, she turns around to find Pearce putting his hands up, but before he can apologize. She grabs him by the collar of his wife beater, pushing him back as she kicks his foot out from under him. Pearce falls to his back, and is pinned to the ground by her knee. Alisa presses the muzzle of the revolver to his chin, as she looks him in the eye.
"You can look all you want, but never touch me unless I want you to. Do you understand." Alisa said, she pulls the hammer back when he hesitates to answer her question. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
Pearce nods his head in agreement.
"Good, now get up and get in the fucking car." Alisa said in an angry voice.

Taking care of Carlos' repo job wasn't too bad, to be honest it was actually kind of fun. Not that she didn't enjoy killing those Ronin, it was just nice not having Pearce bitching the entire time. Alisa left Pearce at auto shop to watch her car, while she and Carlos borrowed a tow truck to repo his friend's car. When they got back, she was surprised to find Pearce still there. She thought he might have got tired and left, but a 44 magnum pressed to his face seemed to have straighten him right out. She's glad that she doesn't have to do that to Carlos. He's a good kid, he's just young and inexperienced but Alisa and Johnny should be able to teach him the ropes. After the repo job, there was only one person left to pick up and Alisa was looking forward to meeting this Shaundi.
Alisa didn't know what to expect as she drives up to the house, that Pearce directed her to. All she knew about Shaundi is that she likes to party, have sex, and that she wear dreadlocks.
"That's her." Pearce said, as he points at a white girl, with a very nice looking, slender, curvy body, wearing a pair of low riding, hip hugging, faded purple bell bottom jeans, a gray tank top, and a pair of black and white converse all star sneakers. Sure enough Shaundi has her hair up in dreadlocks, that she keeps tied back with a purple bandana. Alisa watches the way Shaundi's hips sway as she walks towards the car, as it stops in the driveway. Alisa could see that Shaundi is confident in herself as well as her sexuality, two traits Alisa loves. Now she just needs to find out how competent Shaundi is at being a lieutenant.
Shaundi walks up to the passenger side window, and leans with both arms on the door, to get a better look at Alisa.
"So you're the one, huh. Wow..." Shaundi said, as her eyes scroll down Alisa's tight body.
"See something you like?" Alisa said, as she notices the way Shaundi is checking her out, as takes the opportunity to look down Shaundi's top herself. Shaundi's eye scroll down to the round bulge in Alisa's thong, then she looks back up at Alisa's eyes.
"You could say that. Look I'm all for being in the Saints, but Johnny said you were crazy." Shaundi said.
"I have my moments. Is that going to be a problem?" Alisa said.
"Not at all, I just wanna know how crazy you can get." Shaundi said, as she opens the door, "Pearce hop in the back seat." She said.
"Man, why do I have to ride in the back seat with the kid?" Pearce complained, as he gets out and opens the back door.
"I'm not a kid." Carlos said, to Pearce as he gets in and closes the door.
"Pearce, don't be slamming my doors." Alisa said, like she's scolding a child.
Shaundi slides in next to Alisa and looks at Carlos, who smiles at her.
"Hi, what's your name." Shaundi said, to Carlos.
"Carlos." He said.
"Pleased to meet you, Carlos. I'm Shaundi, but I'm sure you already knew that. You got a girlfriend, Carlos?" She said.
"No." Carlos said.
"What, why not." Shaundi said. Carlos shrugs his shoulders.
"I would think that a cutie like you, would have all kinds of chicks calling him." Shaundi said.
"Well, I don't." Carlos said.
"Don't worry Carlos, I'm going to fix that." Shaundi said with a smile and playful wink, that makes Carlos blush.
"Umm, can we get back to the business at hand please." Alisa said.
"Right, sorry 'bout that Boss." Carlos said.
"Alright, so what exactly do I need to do to show you how crazy I can get?" Alisa said, to Shaundi.
"Head towards the trailer park, I'll tell you once you're there." Shaundi said.
Alisa shifts into reverse and backs, an on coming car comes to a screeching stop and honks, as the driver saves his ride from a fender bender. Alisa flips him off, then peels out down the street. Shaundi turn up the radio as "Don't Stop Believin" by Journey comes on. Alisa looks over at Shaundi as she starts singing loudly to the music, then pulls a half smoked blunt from her bra and lights it up. Shaundi takes a big, long drag of the blunt, then passes it to Pearce. Alisa whips the Impala around a corner, onto the dirt road of the trailer park. All while Shaundi holds in the smoke, for as long as she can. Which to much of Alisa's surprise, is pretty long. Almost as long as Alisa can. Then she let's out a long breath, mixed with a cloud of weed smoke.
"There's a few jumps I want you to hit around here." Shaundi said.
"In this piece of junk, Shaundi are you fuckin kiddin me!?" Pearce said, while he's taking a hit of the blunt. Pearce coughs violently from being surprised by Shaundi's crazy idea.
"Pearce, talk shit about my car one more time and you're walking back to the hideout, got it?" Alisa said.
"Yeah, fine." Pearce said.
"Pearce, you don't even own a car and you're talking shit about someone else's." Shaundi said, "besides, I like this car. It's got potential."
"Thanks Shaundi, I'm glad somebody finally agrees with me." Alisa said.
"Pearce doesn't see things the way we do. Oh make a turn right, this is where the first jump is." Shaundi said.
Alisa whips the car around the corner, throwing dirt and gravel as the back wheels keep spinning, as she drifts the corner. As soon as Alisa sees the ramp, next to a flowing water source, she pushes the pedal to the floor. Alisa and Shaundi holler as they feel a rush of excitement, as the car soars through the air. Pearce is holding on for dear life, and screaming "Oh shit!" When the car lands on the other side of the arroyo, Pearce takes another hit of the blunt.
"Hey, either be smoking or be passing man!" Carlos said.
"I'm not sure you're old enough, little man." Pearce said.
"Pearce, stop being a little bitch. Who the fuck cares how old he is, this is a gang not some bullshit church youth group." Alisa said, "pass the blunt to Carlos, now!"
"Fine, here." Pearce said, as he passes it to Carlos.
"For fuck sakes Pearce, you're like a little kid. Whine and complain every time you don't get your way. You're lucky Johnny vouches for you." Alisa said. Carlos finishes taking a hit, then holds it over Alisa's shoulder.
"Hey Boss, you want a hit?" Carlos said.
"Yeah I do, before Pearce gets on my last nerve and makes kick his ass out on the street." Alisa said, as she takes the blunt and starts smoking it. She takes a large drag, and holds it in while she passes it back to Shaundi. While Alisa turns around the next corner, she let's her breath out and sighs as she starts to feel the THC taking effect. Alisa watches the road with the corner of her eyes, as she looks over at Shaundi. Who's letting out smoke from her second hit of the blunt.
"Feeling better?" Shaundi said.
"Yeah." Alisa said, as she admires the curves and shapes of Shaundi's body. Her eyes scroll back and meet Shaundi's eyes. The way Shaundi is looking into Alisa's eyes, causes her cock to twitch. Shaundi must have noticed the twitch in Alisa's thong, because as Alisa looks back at the road. Shaundi scoots closer to Alisa, and slips her hand underneath the thin, purple and black, silk piece of lingerie and finds Alisa's flaccid, baby soft dick. Alisa gasps as Shaundi wraps her small hand around the shaft of her now growing cock. Shaundi can't believe how big Alisa's cock feels, even in its limp condition. She smiles as she feels it getting thicker and longer in her hand.
In the back seat, Carlos and Pearce are busy passing the blunt back and forth, while they laugh and joke around, so they're totally oblivious to what's going on in front seat. None of them notices when Shaundi pulls Alisa's cock out of the thong, and begins stroking it. Meanwhile, Alisa tries her best not to crash the car while Shaundi molest her cock in the front seat of her own car. Shaundi's hand slides up and down the rapidly growing, expanding, pulsing shaft. Alisa bites her bottom lip, to silence a coming moan as Shaundi's hand slides up her shaft and starts rubbing and teasing the head of her cock. Alisa looks down at her cock, and is surprised at how quick Shaundi managed to get her cock to a full erection.
Alisa whips the car around another corner, and peels out towards another jump, as Shaundi keeps stroking her cock. Precum starts running from Alisa's cock, and flows down the length of her shaft. As the slimy stream of cock juice makes Alisa's cock all slippery and gooey. Shaundi's hand motions get faster and faster, until she has Alisa moaning like a whore. The ecstasy coming from Shaundi's expert hand job, that pulses through her body causes her muscles to tense up and making her push the gas pedal down as hard as she can. When the car hits the second jump, Alisa let's out a loud whimpering sound of pleasure that catches Pearce and Carlos' attention. Shaundi moves in closer, runs the tip of her tongue along the outer ridge of Alisa's ear, while her hand keeps pumping Alisa's cock. Shaundi's hand speeds up, as the Impala clears the a set of power lines and lands on all four tires, with the rear end fish tailing back and forth.
"Aww fuck I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" Alisa whimpers, as her hips start moving up and down, in perfect timing with Shaundi's hand. Alisa manages to straighten the car out, while her mind and body are flooded with waves of ever increasing pleasure. Shaundi's tongue slides into Alisa's ear, before she takes it out and whispers. "Then cum."
Shaundi's hand goes wild, as she strokes the thick, throbbing cock in her hand. Alisa throws her head back, closes her eyes, completely forgetting about what she's doing. Alisa's back arches back, as rope after rope of thick, creamy, hot cum, some of which splatters on the ceiling, the rest smothers Alisa's chest with a thick layer of girl cum, as it continues squirting from Alisa's cock. Stoned Pearce is scared sober, when he realizes that they're heading towards the biggest jump, while going well over a hundred miles per hour, while their driver has her eyes closed. Carlos is too high and distracted by the hot, sexy porn scene going on right in front of him, to be worried about crashing. Shaundi uses her tongue to scoop up some of the cum from Alisa's cleavage, like it's ice cream and scoops it up into her mouth. Where she swishes it around, and savors the thick, rich, salty flavor before swallowing it. Alisa comes back down to earth, and opens her eyes just in time as the freeway comes into view. The car clears the guard rail and lands smoothly on the freeway.
"Holy shit." Alisa gasps as she's still coming down from sexual high, while still high from the weed she smoked. Shaundi laughs and licks a drop of cum from Alisa's chin.
"You like that?" She said.
"Oh yeah, nobody has ever made me cum so fast and so hard from just a hand job." Alisa said.
"I'm full of surprises." Shaundi said, as moves back to where she was sitting before the hand job.
"That makes two of us." Alisa said. "You're one crazy bitch, Shaundi."
"Both of you bitches are crazy." Pearce said, as he tries to regain his high. Then he passes it on.
"You're right, Pearce. You have to be in this life." Alisa said, as Carlos hands the blunt to her.
"Fucking A right you do." Shaundi said, as Alisa gives her the last little bit of the blunt.
"I think we're going to get along just fine, Shaundi." Alisa said, as looks at Shaundi who's taking one last huge drag from the blunt. Then she puts it out in the ash tray.
"Come on let's go meet the rest of the crew." Alisa said, as she turns the music up and speeds up as they head back across the bridge.
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Next chapter is coming soon. I have a ideas for my upcoming chapters. If you have any ideas, let me know in the review. Sorry that updates on my other work is slow. I want to make sure that the story is still being told right, before I post new chapters. Other people focus on spelling or grammar, me I focus on the story. Sex scenes have to have context within the story, if there's a rape scene it has to make sense. I'm not going to put a sex scene or rape scene in, just for the sake of having it. Anyways, thanks for reading.
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