A Dirty Shary Reenactment

The Nooky Network 3:

A Dirty Shary Reenactment

By Marv Slutlover

Overview

Welcome to this, the third in a collection of stories involving The Nooky Network. Each story is a stand-alone piece.

Le réseau Nooky

or

The Nooky Network

- an international network of social clubs which exist to satiate the hedonistic desires of its owners, otherwise known as Patrons.

The Network

is now 3 years old and boasts of private clubs and enclaves, either in major cities or occupying rural and privately-owned land the world over.

The Sure Thing

- During the roaring twenties,

The Sure Thing was operated as a membership only social club that offered all the vices, coinciding with 'adult entertainment' to its exclusive clientele. It was a brothel above ground and a speakeasy/gambling den below. Recently, the island it inhabits has been purchased by The Network.

Pussy Par-Excellence

-

The Nooky Network's

Reno, NV downtown facility. It is run out of

The Horny Harlot Superstore

inside

The Monroe Building

.

Nympho

- An independent contractor who provides sexual services on behalf of

The Nooky Network

.

Patrons

- An international group of founders, owners and operators of

Le réseau Nooky

or

The Nooky Network. Patrons

are made up of elite current and former pornstars (some of whom also double as Nymphos), trust fund babies, heirs to vast fortunes, and others who have made it big in the private sector.

This story features a fabulous pornstar from the eighties: Christy Canyon.

Pussy Par-Excellence Management Offices

"Marv?"

I looked across the desk at Nicholas Conners and his co-administrator, Mistress of Nymphos, Sabrina Maree, and said, "Yah, Boss?"

"Word is work on

The Sure Thing

is nearing completion. We need you to fly down there and give us a final review."

"And take Christy Canyon with you," added Sabrina.

"Christy? Why Christy?" I asked with a puzzled tone in my voice. I knew Christy as a fabulously sexy porn superstar.

"Christy is a part-time Nympho within

The Network

. For this mission, I need a surrogate to evaluate the facilities from a woman's perspective before the grand opening," said Sabrina.

"Ah," I said in complete understanding.

"You don't object, do you?"

"Object? Why would I object? This will be one less headache for me."

"Good. Sometimes people get defensive if they think their professionalism is being questioned. We're glad to see that that is not the case. Now then, are you ready to meet your teammate?"

"Sure! Bring her in!" I said enthusiastically.

Nick pressed an intercom button and said, "Chris, you can come in now."

Moments later a side door opened and in walked the heavenly vision.

"Chris, meet Marvin Slutlover. He is our facilities manager," Nick said.

The vision walked forward and held out her hand while saying, "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," I replied smiling, while taking her hand and looking up into her magnificent tits.

She settled into the chair next to me and asked, "Is Slutlover your real name?"

I grinned and replied, "No of course not. It's Michaelson."

"Slutlover is his

Network

nickname," Sabrina added.

"I pitch in from time to time, when duty calls, and there are female Patrons dying for a little masculine attention," I explained.

Christy smiled and said, "I see that you have a touch of irreverence about you!"

"You know it!" I said grinning.

"I like that in a man!"

I leaned over and leered suggestively, "I have something else you might like!"

Christy began coughing at that and Nick said, "OK. Break it up, you two! You're both leaving tomorrow at 6 a.m. from the private airport. So, pack your bags."

"

Network HQ

is loaning us their latest Gulfstream G700 and I'm including a few volunteer Nymphos. Come to my office. I have some debit cards and other supplies for the Nymphos to take with you," said Sabrina.

I stood up and said, "Well, it looks like I have some preparations to do. See you in the morning, Chris."

"Until then," she answered smiling.

The meeting broke up and everyone left.

Background - The Sure Thing

The Nooky Network

is an ultra-private profit-making company which caters to the hedonistic appetites of its well-to-do Patrons. Since its inception two years ago

The Network

has experienced phenomenal growth. Now, it is ready for our next challenge.

One of the most frequent complaints among our horny clientele, is that there is no east coast outlet for their sybaritic and hedonistic needs. True, there is

Jaime's Madhouse

outside Miami, but it is only a partial solution. After much input and discussion, it was decided that what was needed was an old-style colonial mansion with plenty of surrounding acreage. Our Patrons let it be known that they wanted a full-blown adult playground with all the amenities akin to

The Enclave

.

Privacy was also high on the priority list.

So, we flew P.I. Ralph Ransom to South Florida to find appropriate properties. He came back with several possibilities. After careful consideration,

The Network

settled on

The Sure Thing

.

The sale went through in record time. Cash speaks volumes. After transfer of ownership was completed, improvements began.

That was five months ago. In the meantime, the old mansion has undergone the modifications and upgrades needed to bring it into the twentieth century.

If all goes well,

The Sure Thing

will turn out to be a tremendous asset to

The Network,

and after the upgrades, will exceed its old glory. It had been an infamous 30 room brothel confined to a semi-isolated, twenty-square mile island in the Florida Keys. It was once known for its raucous parties, sports fishing, skin diving and other amenities. It was shut down during an epidemic of s.t.d.'s and drunken orgies during prohibition.

In the intervening years, under private ownership, the mansion and grounds have gone unused and been allowed to deteriorate. During this period, commercial growth in the Keys led to the construction of a causeway that connected the island to many of its neighbors. The island was no longer completely isolated.

Now, with the recent passing of the owners, the heirs became motivated sellers. They had no interest in keeping it up.

The Sure Thing

was a money pit that nobody wanted. Nobody that is save for the cash-drenched hedonists who own and operate

The Network

.

The Plane Ride

I was the last to arrive.

When I stepped into the cabin, I noticed seating for up to thirteen passengers. Every seat, save one, was occupied by a Nympho. I looked around and saw Christy waving at me from the rear.

It was apparent that everyone was aboard, so I poked my head into the cockpit and said, "Looks like everyone is aboard. We're ready when you are."

The pilot said, "Thanks," and came back to lock the door. I guess he wanted to make sure it was done properly.

I worked my way to the rear, saying "hello" and kissing a few of my fellow Nymphos as I went.

"Looks like your quite popular with the ladies!" Christy commented when I reached the rear and took my seat next to the goddess.

"You mean my kissing the ladies? Of course! Women are supposed to be kissed, thoroughly and often! That's what women are for!"

"And fucked?" Christy gently questioned me.

"Yes and fucked!" I concurred in my most sincere voice. "And here's yours!" I said as leaned over and gave her a buss on the cheek, "Mustn't leave you out!"

"Thanks!" Christy said as the plane began to taxi toward the runway.

"And what about me?" Christy asked with false modesty.

"You?" I asked puzzled by the question. Where was this coming from?

"Do you want to fuck me?"

I was shocked by this question also.

"Christy! So soon in our relationship! We just met yesterday after all!" I put a hand on her leg and said, "What a question! You know I want to fuck you! Why do you ask?"

Christy smiled and said, "Yesterday, I thought I noticed a certain fascination with my boobs!"

I laughed and said, "I readily confess to their hypnotic effect on the masculine mind!"

We both engaged in mutual laughter as the engines roared and the plane began its rush down the runway.

Twenty minutes later, after we had reached cruising altitude, Sara Reynolds came back and asked, "How long before we arrive and what happens when we get there?"

"You don't know?" I was startled by the question.

"No. We were told that we were needed in Key West for a couple of weeks and to pack our bags and be here this morning."

I was shocked. Sabrina was usually better organized than this. Maybe she was just maintaining secrecy.

"Looks like I have an announcement to make. Excuse me," I said as I rose and walked to the front. I picked up a phone and said, "Ladies, it looks like no one has told you anything about what's going on.

The Network

has recently acquired an island property in the Keys. Upon it is an old-style mansion. During prohibition it was a well-known brothel widely known as

The Sure Thing

. The island is now exclusively owned by

The Network

and is adjacent to Key West. For the last five months it has been undergoing renovation. We are bringing the facility up to twentieth-century standards. That work is now nearing completion.

"Flight time is approximately 7 hours. Tonight, we will all be staying at the

Key West Marriott Beachside Hotel

. Lodgings are prepaid for the next month. It will be our home until

The Sure Thing

is completely up and running. Starting Monday Nympho services will be provided as usual but on a limited 'off campus' basis. Bookings will work the same as in Reno. We have leased 10 bungalows for our initial trysts. Rental cars will be provided. The usual bars, nightclubs, movie theaters and other amenities are nearby, so prepare to have fun.

"Tomorrow morning, we will all do a walk-through and take your initial reactions. After that, your time is your own until the Patrons begin arriving. Be aware that life for the natives tends to be slower paced than perhaps you're used to, so relax. I hope you brought your swimsuits. If any problems come up, we'll deal with them, as usual."

Then someone spoke up, "So, we're not expected to serve any Patrons?"

"Currently, we expect to begin operations on a limited 'off campus' basis next Monday. That is when the first of the Patrons will arrive. Tricia will monitor the website and let you know of any bookings. At the moment the place is not open for business and there are no Patrons there to serve. The place is still under renovation. We still have a golf course, a helicopter pad, a dance hall and a new swimming pool to put in, not to mention some private housing. Tomorrow will be your chance to look the place over and bring up any issues. We want you all to be happy as well as our clients, of course."

Then someone else said, "Is this expected to be a permanent move? I have classes in the fall."

"No, its permanent only for those who wish to make it permanent. We realize that many of you have family and friends back home that you don't want to abandon. Our recruiting arm in Miami will be looking for natives to fill the roster.

Then Christy stood up in the back and said, "Ladies, Christy here..."

Everyone turned to see the speaker.

"...I wish to add that Sabrina has asked me to serve as her surrogate. If any issues come up, you can bring them to me. By the way, I'm also a part-time Nympho in the organization."

Several of the Nymphos were startled at the revelation that the famous pornstar was also a Nympho. There was more mumbling but eventually, things settled down and the cabin dissolved into private feminine conversations as I walked back and retrieved my briefcase. I reached in and withdrew a packet of envelopes.

I began passing them out saying, "Ladies, these are your preassigned debit cards. Notice that they have your names on them and that they have already been activated and been loaded with a $40000 balance. Things are expensive in the islands. Most vacation spots are. Watch your spending and be sure to contact the bank and assign your personal security code. Directions are in the envelopes..."

It was eight p.m. local time when we landed in Key Largo. We were all tired, but we stopped to grab a bite before turning in.

The Next Day

After the breakfast, we all boarded a bus for the forty-five minute ride to the island. We left the causeway and passed through the wide open gate where a worker was busy installing a security system. Looking around, I spotted other workers planting flowers, trimming trees and cleaning the moss off the boat ramp. The sound of a backhoe signaled the construction of the swimming pool. Other workers were installing a pier.

A man in a hard hat approached and said, "Hello Boss."

His name was Manuel, and he had a speculative look in his eye as he noticed that I was surrounded by beautiful women. We hadn't told him about the building's ultimate purpose, but surely, he knew its history.

"Good morning, Manny. How goes it?"

"Everything is going great! We have two more rooms to paint. New stoves and refrigerators have been installed. All the electrical wiring has been brought up to code. We need to paint the kitchen and the dining room then we're done!"

Suddenly one of women screamed.

"What's that? Who screamed?" I said turning around trying to locate the source of the sound.

"I did! Look!" she said pointing.

I did and saw a multicolored coral snake slithering across the grounds. It was fifteen feet away.

"Stand back!" I said. "Don't go near it!"

One of the gardeners came up and whacked it to death with a shovel.

"I see that we are going to have to deal with the potential hazards around here. Christy, make a note to hire a company of snake killers to purge this island of the slithering creatures."

"Done," said Christy after making a note in her notebook.

"Relax, ladies. Snakes aren't a big problem around here. Just be careful when turning over rocks and around bushes. There are few mangroves and bushes for them to hide in, " said Manuel.

"Remember, you all live with rattlesnakes back home," I added, "You'll get used to it. I'll bring in someone to educate you on the local hazards..."

A sigh of relief went up from the assembled crowd.

Two Weeks Later

The upgrades and repairs were completed. The Nymphos had decorated the mansion as the risqué place that it was meant to be. Suggestive statuary and paintings were abundant. The support staff had been hired and the following message had gone out via

The Nooky Network Bulletin

:

Attention Patrons:

You asked for it. You got it.

The Nooky Network is happy to announce the opening of The Sure Thing on a limited basis beginning June 1st.

We are fully staffed with Nymphos who are ready to serve your nooky needs on an off-campus basis as necessary. During daylight hours, work will continue for swimming pool construction, lawn planting, (for the golf course), a small movie theatre, and other needed buildings.

Sports fishing, skiing and scuba diving will be available.

Secrecy is essential and all standard rules apply.

Yours in lust,

Noémie Laurent,

Madame for The Sure Thing

That message had gone out a week ago.

And now, the first appointments were being made.

Noémie Laurent was an experienced Madame, having served in that role for a Parisian cathouse named

Maison de la Joie

(House of Joy).

Two days later

It was lunchtime when I entered

The Coochee-Coochee Bar and Grill

in search of my goddess. I was startled to see a life-size picture of her adorned in sheer purple lingerie and silver knee-length boots. I was momentarily captivated by the sight of her large boobs and her dark pussy hair. Next to it was a plaque that said:

Miss Christy Canyon

Porn Superstar

Top Nympho

It was a struggle, but I managed to wrench my eyes away, which was fortunate as I was about to sprout a boner.

It was then that I decided that I had to have her.

I looked around and spotted her sitting in a booth. She had her back to me.

I approached and planted a kiss on the top of her head. She raised no objection, so I copped a feel of one of her tits.

"Getting bold are we, Marv?" Christy said smiling as she rose as said, "Wait. I'll be back in a minute."

As she walked away, I could see that she was dressed quite casually. She wore a pink t-shirt that did nothing to conceal her magnificent boobs. When she returned, I noticed her prominent Mound of Venus beneath the tight white shorts.

A waitress came over and I ordered a glass of tea.

Christy retook her place next to me so I slipped a hand between her legs. Underneath the table, no one could see me massaging her pussy.

"Now you're really getting bold," Christy said, but she didn't remove my hand.

"Christy, you are temptation itself! That picture gives me ideas!" I said.

"Of course it does. That's what its for," she acknowledged. Then she took my hand away and said, "Better stop now, before we have to go find a room!"

"Are you ever bothered being exhibited like that?' I asked curiously, submitting to her will, for now.

"You get used to it. It goes with the territory when you're a pornstar."

"I didn't know

The Network

held a contest and that you were chosen Top Nympho."

Christy explained, "There was never an official contest. A couple of Patrons who are also fans picked me as their favorite and said so in

The Nooky Network Bulletin

. That title has followed me ever since. I had nothing to do with it. Now some other fan has taken one of Suze's pics and blown it up. I'm told that its showing up in porn shops all over the country!"

"Ah, the price of popularity," I said sympathetically just as the waitress brought my tea.

"You'd think they've never seen a naked woman before!"

"Perhaps they haven't. But you see, you have a fabulous form which, by the way, is overdue for an in-person closeup examination!"

She was amused, "How do you know its fabulous if you haven't examined it yet?"

"I have my beliefs, beliefs that require confirmation!"

"And pussy? Does my pussy require intense probing?" Christy asked with a touch of irreverence in her voice.

"And how! I have always lived by the principle that any job worth doing is worth doing right!" I asserted in my most forthright manner

"I've never heard of sex referred to as a 'job' before," Christy said after she burst out laughing.

"Then you've never heard of the

National Lampoon

classic,

The Job of Sex

?"

"No, I never heard of it."

"It's an actual book that makes fun of the famous how-to manual

The Joy of Sex

."

She leaned forward and whispered, "Does this mean that you've acquired a great deal of expertise in this field?"

"There is only one way for you to find out!" I whispered back throwing out my lure.

She laughed again and said, "What do you have in mind?"

I thought about it a minute, then I said, "You know, Chris. I believe my favorite movie of yours is

Dirty Shary

. I found you particularly delectable in the first scene."

"Yes, that seems to be a fan favorite."

"You looked

so sexy, so irresistible

...I suggest we do a re-enactment."