Sheriff Owns the Town

Sale City

It was a hot July afternoon and the two lanes of blacktop slowly twisted through the pine forest. Breaks in the trees revealed scattered farms across the country side. Small side roads and driveways split off from the road and into the woods. Then, I almost missed it. A paved county road off to the right. An aged road sign covered in vines was the only marker. Barely visible was "Sale City" with a red arrow. I had already pasted the intersection when the thought hit me. That is the name of the town that Carlton had listed as the home of one of his deadbeats.

I had been looking for this place for about six months. It, for some reason, did not appear on any map. It was as if it didn't exist. The deadbeat owed Carlton a lot of money of which 25% was mine if I found him. I traveled in a sales job throughout the south and had found this sideline of tracking debtors for Carlton. The majority of the deadbeats were hiding from ex's, bail bondsmen, the law and him. My travel for business was the ideal cover and an easy manner made me perfect for the job.

After a few miles of narrow, paved road, I saw something ahead. It was like many small, rural towns that I passed through regularly that were on their last legs. A run down grocery with gas pumps, maybe 10 houses, and what appeared to have been a church. There was a lone car at the grocery with a man pumping gas. As I approached, he turned and to both of our surprise, we knew each other.

"Greg, what fuck are you doing here?" I asked.

Though we had not seen each other in ten or so years, it was like we had just said goodby.

"Pumping gas" he said in his familiar, sarcastic tone."What are you up to. Looking for a gas station to rob?"

"no, I'm skip tracing a deadbeat. It's kind of a part time job. Saw a sign back on the highway for Sale City. This wouldn't be it would it?"

"You got it buddy. This is the big town of Sale City." answered Greg. "They could have called it Sex City or Sin City but that would bring to much attention."

"The whole town is owned by the local sheriff". Greg said. "I made friends with him while I was awaiting trial on drug charges. The sheriff and the local judge arranged for me to skip out on bond, disappear and become the town manager. I couldn't pass up the opportunity when the alternative was a minimum 15 years in jail."

Greg and I, in our younger years, had been drug smugglers on the Gulf Coast. "Work like a dog and party like a pirate" were words we lived by. We were the kind of drug runners that people wrote songs about. We made a lot of money. We spent pretty much all of it having a good time. Over the years we had made a lot of contacts. They included a number of wealthy and powerful people through out the south and beyond. When Greg's new friend, the sheriff, learned of his colorful past and his contacts, he had made him the offer.

"Why don't you stick around tonight and come to the church auction? We have one every month and it just happens to be tonight." grinned Greg.

I didn't know if Greg was pulling my leg or serious. Greg, me, and church in the same sentence just didn't happen. But for now, Greg led the way into the grocery store.

"This is center of all town business and my home. Not much here in the store but there is a whole lot more to this town. Have dinner and I'll tell you all about it" said Greg.

After a few drinks, a large steak, and some catching up Greg indicated it was time to go. Walking out the front door, I was surprised at the amount of activity in what had been a ghost town. The church had all the lights on and the parking lot had a number of cars. We entered through a side door and instead of a church, we entered what appeared to be a high end bar and lounge. A couple of stages, lots of tables with overstuffed chairs, and a fully stocked bar. A number of well dressed men milled about visiting.

Down the hall and first door on the right was Greg's office. He took a seat behind the desk and offered me the loveseat. He picked up the phone, said a few words and hung up. Within a minute the office door opened and in stepped a tall, slender redhead in a black cocktail dress. Low cut in the front, no back and just long enough to cover her ample ass. Six inch stripper heels made for a great outfit.

"Meet Mary, our church secretary" smiled Greg. "She is in charge of all our events."

She was so sexy and good looking that I hardly noticed the tray of drinks she carried. But, when she bent over to set it down, I did notice that her ass peaked out from the bottom of her dress. Mary turned, smiled as if she was pleased that I had caught a glimpse of her ass, and left as quickly as she came in.

"What the hell kind of church do you have here?" I asked. "It is nothing like any church I've ever seen or heard of. And where in hell did you find Mary?"

Greg leaned back, took a sip of his drink, and began to explain. "Our business here is sex. As a matter of fact, the only business in Sale City is sex."

He went on to explain that a number of years ago the sheriff had bought the town and most everything within a few mile radius. With the help of the county judge and a few local attorneys, they had set up this business. They had about 25 girls working at any one time. A number of the girls in Sale City worked as free lancers. They came from all over the state. They worked for a cut of the money they brought in plus tips. They were free to come and go as they pleased. If they wanted, they could rent one of the sheriff's cabins on the lake. Some lived in cities and drove as much as 200 miles to work.

The other girls that worked there were not so fortunate. They had traded time in prison for time in Sale City. When faced with jail time the sheriff offered them alternative time working in Sale City. These girls were under the thumb of the sheriff. They lived on a farm just outside town. Mary had once been one of those girls. When she completed her obligated time, she had nowhere to go. She stayed on and the sheriff put her in charge of the girls and all events.

The girls from the jail worked for a length of time based on what their sentence would have been. It was a lot shorter than their jail time and the living conditions were a whole lot better. They got a small cut of what they brought in. It was paid to them in a lump sum when they completed their time. Part of their agreement was that they would submit to body enhancements at the sheriffs direction. Most girls were given boob jobs. The sheriff had this thing for big tits. All the jail girls had some type of piercing done. Mary taught them the art of entertaining, servicing and pleasing men.

The auction was one of a number of events that were held each month. They were attended by a number of the dues paying members. Other men and sometimes even women were invited by special invitation. Most of the invitations went to important people who had the money to afford the services that Sale City offered. Others were given as pay offs for favors. Most guest could have been sent a whore but they liked this much better.

Mary was the creative director when it came to the special events. There were different theme parties and special events. But most nights Sale City was just a high class whore house. All of the girls were required to suck, fuck and give up their asses to any and all of the customers. Sale City had a reputation of sexy, hot looking women that liked and enjoyed sex.

"I've told you all about Sale City." said Greg, "But who did you say you were looking for?"

I was enjoying his reunion so much he had almost forgotten the reason I was in Sale City in the first place. "Tommy Jenkins" I blurted out in response to Greg's question.

"Never heard of him but I'll ask around for you" snapped Greg.

That seemed to be enough of an answer for now and I was excited to see the nights entertainment. We went out of the office and back down the hall to the lounge. The room was full of about 20 men ready to party. The lights were dimmed and Mary, still in her black cocktail dress, stepped into the spotlight on the bigger of the two stages.

"Tonight's theme is a Skin to Win Bikini Contest" she started. "We have 20 lovely ladies that will take part in the evenings entertainment and auction."

Mary stepped to the side and began the introduction of the first contestant. "Missy, 19 years of age, 5 foot 4 inches wearing a micro 2 piece bikini."

Out from behind the stage stepped a brown skinned, Hispanic girl with just enough fabric to cover her c cup, natural boobs. A small thong of fabric covered her pussy leaving her full, soft ass fully exposed. Her hair and makeup looked like it had been done in a salon. It was easy to see this wasn't her first time on a stage as she strutted about in her clear, 6" high heels. Only the first contestant and I could feel my cock start to swell.

"Contestant #2 is Kera. She is 19 years old and 5 foot 7 inches tall." announced Mary.

As Missy moved to the second stage, Kera took her place on the big stage. Wearing a more conventional pink bikini she was still striking. Tall and thin with long black hair, this dark skinned girl had an exotic look. Her skin had been oiled so that in the bright spotlights her body glistened. Matching pink 6" heels made her legs look longer and better than they already were. She walked and looked like a professional model.

The rotation continued with young attractive girls being introduced and then modeling as if they were in a real bikini contest. Contestant #7 brought the house down. Tina was 22 years old and 5 foot 5 inches tall. Wearing a yellow sling bikini that was so small it appeared to have no purpose. She had shoulder length blond hair. Her big, firm, natural double d tits had hardened nipples that pushed against the fabric like they were trying to escape. She was bronzed with a set of tan lines that showed she never wore much to the pool. The strip of fabric covering her pussy was so small that left no doubt she was completely shaved.

She came out on stage dancing as if there was music even though there was none. As she strutted and danced about in her yellow heels, her large boobs giggled. She attempted, without much success, to cover her nipples with the small strips of fabric that were suppose to be a top. Her round ass was so firm that it barely moved except the sensuous swing she gave it when she walked. Seeing her alone would have been a night's entertainment.

After Tina, the parade of attractive young women of different color and body types continued. Some had on more than others but each made the men glad that they were at church tonight. #14 was another show stopper. Rozlyn was 21 but she was only four feet ten inches tall. A thin body with long blond hair she wore the smallest bikini ever made. Her big tits looked even larger on her small frame. Her top was a few sizes too small and only covered half her nipples. The bottom was lost in between her shaved pussy lips. Clear string held it together as to give the allusion that she was nothing. She had an apple bottom ass that was firm and stuck out as she strutted with her back arched. Every man in the room was on their feet cheering her on.

It did not take long for me to figure out this place was different. It had bikini contest like most bars but that was just the start of the entertainment. When Round 2 began, Mary started to announce the girls again. One by one they came out when there name was called. There was music for them to dance to. Each girl danced in their bikini and then removed their top. It was a good show but more like a topless bar than a bikini contest.

At the start of the third round, the girls once again came out when announced but this time in a knee length robe. As they began to dance, each would remove the robe to display not their bikini, but a tiny g sting. The g strings were all the same but different colors. They would dance to the music, and then removed the g string leaving them nude except for their heels. Each girl varied the way she danced and posed but everyone of them turned, spread, bent, and twisted to show every inch of their naked bodies. Some of the girls rubbed and even fingered their pussies.

At the end they would take center stage, spread their legs, and insert a remote control vibrator in their pussy. They would maintain this spread pose until it was turned on and tested to the crowds delight. Some of the girls showed a stronger response than others. Rozlyn, who was called last, immediately began to grind her hips and pinch her nipples. Mary, wanting to give the men a show, turned up the vibration. Rozlyn reached down with her hand and began to spread her pussy lips. Mary, being experienced at the controls, reduced and then increased the volume. Cycles of this brought audible moans from Rozlyn.

A chair was brought to the stage. Rozlyn perched herself on the edge of it and leaned back. She put both of her hands behind her head, arched her back so that her tits pointed up in the air. Spreading her legs even further than they had been, she allowed Mary to manipulate the vibrations in her pussy. There was 4' 10" of hot, naked woman writhing and squirming in the chair. After about 5 minutes, her body tensed up becoming almost rigid, then trembled, and her moans became shouts.

"Fuck me, Fuck me harder, oh shit don't stop" she screamed.

Rozlyn began to wildly squirt as she moaned and moaned. Finally spent, she collapsed into the chair. The room roared with approval.

That concluded the first part of the nights entertainment. It by itself would have made for a great night. The lights to the room were brought back up. Topless girls dressed in identical mini skirts, no panties and high heels came around the room taking drink orders. Each of the girls had no problem with the men inspecting their bodies with their eyes and hands. They would just stand and smile as the men groped their tits and petted their pussies.

The lights were dimmed for a moment then brought back up. The 12 contestants were brought back wearing garter belts and stockings, high heels, a choker, and a leash. Two muscular black men in suits each led a pair girls around the lounge by their leashes. The contestants, submitting themselves to this humiliation, made every cock in the rooms get hard. The girls had become nothing but sex objects that would shortly be auctioned as fuck toys.

Once all the 20 girls had completed their walk of submission, they walked freely about the room holding their own leash. Men would stop them or call them over for a closer inspection. Some would feel the girls tits and even pull their nipples. Others would stroke their exposed pussies. A slap on the cheek of an ass was heard from time to time. When asked, a girl would sit on a man's lap. While she was sitting, Mary would turn on the vibrator that each girl had still inserted in her pussy. She knew how to work the intensity to make the girls squirm and sometimes even orgasm. The men agreed, these were the best lap dances ever. This went on for about 20 minutes until the girls were directed to the dressing room and the lights were again dimmed

Mary, who had now changed into a full length sheer dress, no bra and a white thong, took the center stage. In the bright spot light there was little doubt that she still had a fabulous body at age 37. Her long legs, thin waist and flat stomach were great but her tits were fantastic. Her 38 triple D cups were just as firm as the first day the sheriff had them enlarged. Though known only to a few people, Mary had been charged with embezzlement from her previous employer. Like a lot a girls caught up in the sheriff web, she had gone to work at Sale City rather than go to jail. She had become a top earner for the sheriff with her good looks and willingness to please. But tonight as moderator, Mary announced that the auction was about to begin.

One by one the girls were brought out fully nude except for their high heels and a rhinestone collar. Each in turn stood center stage and posed as Mary conducted the auction. All men had already paid a fee to enter that night but some were excited to spend more at the auction. All bidding started at $500. Missy, contestant #1, went for $800. Kera, contestant #2 went for $1000. Tina, went for $1500. Three men got in a bidding war and Roslyn went for the top price $2500. Six other girls were bid out between $600 and $900. As each girl was auctioned, a leash was attached to her collar and she was led to the winning bidder. Taking possession of their prize, each new owner would be entitled to her company and use for the rest of the night until noon tomorrow.

With the auction over, ten men left with their winning dates. One man called it an evening and left. The 9 men that remained were ready to party. They were taken through a large set of double doors into a second, smaller lounge. On one side of the room there was a fully stocked bar. Instead of tables and chairs, there were sofas scattered about the room. The back wall was solid mirrors. Drinks were served by some of the topless girls in miniskirts from earlier in the night.

When all 9 men had settled into a comfortable sofa their attention was directed to slightly raised stage along the opposite wall from the bar. When the curtain was pulled back it revealed 10 beautiful women. They ranged in age from 19 to 28. Some had not been in the contest but all these girls were part of the sheriff's work instead of jail scheme. Each had undergone body enhancement in the form of breast enlargements. Each had submitted to having their nipples and navels pierced. Each had been trained by Mary in the art of entertaining and pleasing men.

Each girl was dressed in a different sexy outfit. None left much to the imagination. They were hot and ready to play. One by one they stepped off the stage making sure every man got a good look at what they were about to enjoy. They made the rounds with each girls stopping and posing posing in-front of each sofa. They left their outfits on but fondled their tits and pulled their panties to the side to show off their pussies. The girls returned to the stage and stood behind numbers that had been placed at their feet. A hat was passed between the six men from which they drew a number. The girl with the corresponding number left the stage and joined the man on the sofa.

It was then that I did the math. Ten girls and only nine men. "What is the tenth girl going to do? I asked Greg.

Greg, much to my surprise said "She is for you compliments of me and the sheriff."

The remaining girl of the ten was a brunette and gorgeous. She came off the stage and walked slowly over to the sofa where I had taken a seat. She wore a see through white top with a shelf bra under it. Her large pale nipples were partially exposed over the top of her lacy bra. She wore a very short black and white check mini skirt with no panties. White thigh highs accented her long legs. Black stripper heels completed her outfit.

She stopped in front of me, bent over and whispered in my ear "Hi. my name is Misty."

I could still not believe my good luck. Misty straighten up, spread her legs slightly, and arched her back. This pushed her boobs forward to where their full size was undeniable. Big double D tits were straining to pop out the the top of her bra.

"Would you like me to join you on the sofa?" She cooed.

"Not this one though, follow me" she said as she grabbed my hand.

Misty turned and led the way to an alcove off to one side. As I crossed the room i noticed all of the women were occupied about the room. Two were starting to suck cocks. One was having her pussy licked. The other three were in some stage of being fucked. Bent over the back of a sofa, stretched out on the seat of a sofa, and bent over grabbing her ankles were the positions of choice.