Nazi Sharks! by Jared Roberts

Author:Jared Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: exploitation, big boobs, nazisploitation, sharksploitation

Chapter 16

Go Figure

Janet and Mandy had decided to get colonics before meeting their fellow Pussy Willows for a swim. At midnight they arrived at the beach, cleansed and ready for whatever Sheena had in mind.

“They said they’d be at the beach!” Janet exclaimed in desperation. “I’m pretty sure this is the beach.”

Her bovine eyes rolled anxiously around her pretty, artificially blonde head seeking any sign of the friends she had expected. Where most give up their most cherished beliefs last, Janet considered such trivialities as the existence of beaches much readier for sacrifice than her expectations.

“It’s gotta be,” Mandy deduced. “There’s the water and we’re standing in sand.”

“Ughn,” Janet whined, “then where are they?”

“I dreamed this once,” Mandy answered. “Except, in the dream, your body was an olive and you were getting attacked by these owls in white robes. What does that mean?”

“There were supposed to be guys,” Janet continued moaning in intellectual agony.

“Look!” Mandy shouted. Janet looked at her finger. It was stiff, rigid even, the clear-coated nail pointed—not unlike an arrow—at a downward angle. Janet’s big eyes followed the angle of the finger over a lump of seaweed, past the body of a crab, to a gelatinous heap that shimmered in the moonlight.

Mandy had retracted her incredible finger and was already collecting the blob. She knew exactly what it was, even before she’d picked it up. She’d recognize that blob anywhere.

“This is Sheena’s left tit!” Mandy gasped.

“What are you saying?” Janet asked in horror.

“This is Sheena’s left tit!” Mandy repeated.

“Ohhhh,” Janet understood now.

Janet stepped over the clump of seaweed, in which one of their busty friends’ arms had been entangled, to get a good look. Definitely Sheena’s left one. But how had it gotten out? Sheena was very attached to them.

“Maybe that guy knows what happened,” Mandy said, her remarkable, rigid finger again rising like the great trident of Poseidon to aim Janet’s gaze at that mysterious silhouette against the full moon. How long had that been there?

Janet’s oversized eyes gazed with apprehension at the boney arrow and at the moonlit figure. The solitary shape reminded her of her childhood around the campfire, her uncle making shadow puppet pornography against the RV. She still considered rabbits sluts to this day.

“Hey!” Mandy shouted to the stranger, not comprehending any potential danger. “Have you seen any other Pussy Willows here?”

“You couldn’t miss ‘em!” Janet added. “They’d be topless.”

“Yes,” the figure replied softly, his whisper carrying in the wind like faeries over a sneaky rainbow. “They’re over here.”

The surviving bimbos were instantly pleased to realize that, yes, this is the beach. They followed after the distant figure. His pace, slow as molasses poured over a rutabaga, ensured they’d soon catch up with him. Still, that bright moon just kept him so mysterious and…silhouette-y.

“So, are you one of the guys?” Mandy asked.

The silhouette stopped abruptly. He doubled over and moaned like a moose in heat. Janet and Mandy waited for him to term’ his ‘sode, but he totally didn’t. Instead, he spun with ferocity, a chloroform-soaked cloth in one black-gloved hand.

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