Title: The adventures of Shirley and friends!
AUTHOR:Woody

"You have to tell them there is a thunderstorm blowing this way and we may have to shut down the show," said one of the stage managers to Shirley.
"Get BBC four to carry your rubbish, we�re finished after this one," she said and turned to go back up front.
On the Jumbotron Sabine and Kristen watched them finish their last set.

"What a bunch of stoned fuckers," Shirley said as she walked down the back steps of the stage. Vince and Butch and the rest all went to their separate Hummers. She waited for security. Her personal bumper through the crowd was a head taller and three times her body weight. His name was Brian Messier, and was a graduate of the Ivan Koloff Wrestling school in Charlotte North Carolina. He was working the Indies circuits hoping to break into the WCW. This gig paid all right, plus gave him the chance to scope out major babes at close range. Shirly followed his broad back to the waiting black and tan Hummer; she was followed by a Kroll security guard in uniform, armed with a baton and a can of pepper spray.
"What the fuck you doing here girl," said Shirly as she climbed in.
"I�m not waiting backstage for Fred, is it O.K if I cool out at your trailer?" said Carmen.
"Sure, you don�t want to spend any time around the crowd it�s getting crazy."

The rumor that Carmen Electra was banging Fred Durnst of Limp Bizkit was confirmed to Shirly by the fact of seeing her in the back of her Hummer. Now Shirly wanted to find out if the rumor was true had she stucked a long stemmed red rose up Dennis Rodman�s ass?

"You think the rain will wash all the shit away?"
"It�s going to mess up my hair I know that," said Kristen.
With the sun going down and the dark clouds above them the bright lights needed for the pay for view telecast were all that helped light the area near the stage. Sabine and Kristen started moving toward the black top road that led to the Performers trailers. They had to make their moves, and then Teena could come by and pick up the baggage. Sabine dialed Teena on her cell phone.

B.G was too busy pulling off her rubber hot pants to answer. He had already taken off her Doc Martens and Grey wool socks. He rolled her off her unhooked sports bra and put that over by Brandy. She took the moment to look at the mirrored ceiling in theHummsine, then to bite on the stick gag.

"Murnan gaggueff."

B.G was discovering all sorts of interesting extras inside this Hummer. Besides the mirrored ceiling there were two televisions, two VCRs, a telephone, four bars and a 10-speaker-stero.

And of course Brandy. Teena had used a brand of tape called Hard-Bind, made by a fetish dealer in Denmark. It was designed for quick bondage sessions, and went on and off easy, and could be reused. It didn�t stick well enough for a gag, which is why Brandy was mumbling around the mouth stuffing cuspid-grinding gag she wore. But the tape looked great. Brandy had it around her crazy bones, digits, dogs, dukes, carpus, tummy, bosom, bellybutton, and the rest of her trunk. She looked festive in the orange and black tape.

Teena was still out from B.G�s homemade potion. He had a home lab where he made his own flunitrazepam, and the Fang delivery system he had injected her with came straight from "The Poorman�s James Bond" volume three.

He ran his hands over the unconscious giantess, and then started going over the other interesting things he had found. Like this collection of plastic cables, small ones like you use to connect computer cables so they�re not such a mess behind your desk. He figured that when Teena awoke she would not be pleased at what had happened, so thought it best he was given time to explain.

He rolled her on her back and arranged her arms and legs. He took a small red cable and connected her big toes to each other. He took the roll of Hard-Bind tape and then stuck her legs under his right arm and began wrapping his muscular darling. He did three wraps at each stop, ankles, and calves, below the knees, above the knees. Then above each wrapping he added a plastic cable. He alternated red and black cable. He grunted as he bent and began attaching fingers. He put her palms together, then connected her thumbs, pinkies, middle fingers, ring fingers and index fingers until they all made a happy family, then added tape until they were one big mitt.

He taped her wrists, two spots on her forearms, and a big loop around her torso, then added cable over all but the torso binding. He ran his fingers through her black hair, then looked for a gag.


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