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This lovely young woman is Daisy Van Van Dorn.

She is beautiful, charming, bewitching, and disgustingly rich.

A few years ago, she was a reigning princess of the debutante's ball.

Now, she's society's bad girl, world -renowned homewrecker, and the darling

the scandal magazines all over the world.

At the moment, the center of the latest sexual escapade is Reginald Rockingham.

model husband and father, and disgustingly wealthy.

The Van Dorn family is understandably in a panic, especially Stacey's maiden

aunt, Agatha, who has prodded with a hefty retainer to gauge me to keep

and her hot little pussy out of the National Enquirer.

And I'm Catherine Hillary Forbes, freelance publicist and an authority on

keeping the rich and famous out of the scandal seats.

Damn it.

What am I going to do to keep that hot -ass harebrained harlot occupied?

How many shows can we go to anyway?

And this is Howard Budd Clark, the love of my life.

He's the coach of the Long Island Unicorns, a pro football team owned by

late Griffith Van Dorn.

Stacy's grandpa, and left to Stacy as sole owner.

I just called Reggie's office and his stupid secretary connected me with his

wife. That cunt called me a hot -ass, hair -brained harlot and warned me to

away from her, man.

Call the limo. I'm going straight over to Reggie's office.

I've got to see him, if only just to give him a quick blowjob.

Hey, who's that?

This is Bud Clark.

He's your football coach.

And he's my boyfriend.

Just get that fucking limo here as soon as you can. I'm going to get dressed.

Bud, now this shit's really going to hit the fan.

I must stop her, or else she'll be front page National Enquirer.

But how?

If a girl's got to sacrifice, she's got to sacrifice.

What's love and affection without the money and power behind it?

I mean, I need a lot of time to get out of this tight spot.

And darling, you've got to find me that time.

But how?

Coach, get in there.

Charm that stupid slut.

Pin her down and don't let her leave here.

I can't believe I just said that.

Kate had to step out for a while.

I can't believe Kate would do this to me, leaving without ordering my limo.

I'm so horny, I can't even sit without sticking to the chair.

Hey, Coach, are you busy?

I mean, could you spare me 15 or 20 minutes of your time?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Right at this moment, Stacy Van Dorn is fucking my boyfriend.

Poor bud.

At least he's buying me time to think this thing out.

What's the worst thing can happen?

Miss Hot Ass.

breaks out and destroys Mr. Model Husband and Father.

I'm out on my ass, and Miss Agatha will see to it that no other publicity firm

would touch me with a ten -foot pole.

The alternative?

I keep Miss Tara Titts out of the scandal sheets for an extended period of

I write my own ticket. A penthouse, a beach house in the Hamptons, chauffeured

limos, pearls, diamonds, power.

I'll be the biggest heroine since Joan of Orleans.

But! keeping juicy jeans from letting her gap gush for the world to see would

take a regiment of marines

No. No. No.

No.

um um

Oh.

Oh, come on.

Thank you.

charging her batteries.

Coach, how many players do you have on your team?

46. My God, that should keep her off the streets for months.

What are you talking about?

No questions yet.

I want you to get a hold of three or four of your best -looking prospects and

send them here right now.

Throw a little practice in the story over right now. I don't care if they're

Atlanta, Georgia. Just send them here right now.

I was.

Something made me wake up and call Reggie. He's agreed to meet me alone.

Don't try to stop me.

I wouldn't think of it. Thank you.

Are you the players' union representative?

No, I'm the tight end.

Actually, I brought you all here for a group photo of the unicorn's finest.

Ready? I thought

you were the tight end.

Look, bitch, I get my kicks my way, you get your kicks your way.

All right, guys, let's go. Back to practice.

Look, this has been some day.

My boys fuck my feller, I'll probably lose my job, and I'll probably get

arrested as an accessory to murder, if I'm very lucky. So don't judge.

That is so good.

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

He's good.

Thank you.

to meet with them.

Ugh.

killed Reggie.

No.

Reggie met me.

He told me that I was very nice, but that he has no room in his life for me.

loves his wife and kids very much.

So we're through.

Stacy, do you know you own the Long Island Unicorns?

The Long Island Unicorns? A professional football team coached by Bud Clark, the

man you ravished?

He ravishes very well, you know.

But do you know you own the team?

46 quivering red cocks, ready to go into spasms with the slightest tremor of

your breast or a glimpse of your thigh.

And I own them?

Yeah.

Body, soul, genital organs. I've seen the contracts.

Everyone is unhung like a stallion.

Yeah, yours to command.

How much? How often?

Maybe two cocks at a time? Maybe three?

Oh, dear.

Oh, I feel faint.

I think that I'm going to go lay down for a while.

She'll be okay.

Stacy's just drunk with power.

All those stiff, ready cocks that are back on call.

A few hours in a bed with her vibrator, and she'll recover.

What can I do for you?

I'm Bonnie Borden, and Coach Clark asked me to stop by to see Miss Van Dore, the

new owner.

I'm Stacy Van Dore.

I'm your tight end.

But you're a girl.

And very pretty.

And I'm good.

Very good.

I'll give you a chance.

to show me how good you are.

Nice.

Well, so just what can you do?

Anyways.

Quite a few things, actually.

Beautiful.

It's half of her.

And rest.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Sit fast enough.

um

That's what I'm doing.

Shh. Shh.

Ah.

Oh.

You are good.

Very, very good.

And I catch passes too.

I'm sorry.

I'm just horny all the time.

Oh, so am I.

I know. You want to see Miss Van Dorn.

She's busy at the moment.

Come on in.

Perhaps I can do as well, if not better.

Now. I guess you're gonna miss practice.

I guess not.

I like what I see.

I'm glad.

Oh, you're all muscles.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Hmm. Oh, okay.

Oh.

my tight end a couple days ago.

Jim Morton, was he good?

Bobby Borden, she was magnificent.

I'm looking for Mrs. Ann Doran.

Me too, but she's not here.

Mom, you look different in clothes. I mean, not in football gear.

I mean, shoulder pads and hip pads aren't exactly flattering.

You look nice in girl things.

You look girls are good too, Floyd.

I tell you what, no one's here.

What do you think we go in the bedroom and get real close?

That would be good to me.

Come on.

Come on in, Floyd.

It's good to have you here.

It's good to be here.

I don't care

No.

Oh.

Anybody here?

Guess what?

Here. San Diego just traded me. I'm the unicorn's new wide receiver.

No way.

Yeah. Guess that means we're tiering snow, right?

Right. Wait, I got an idea.

What? Let's make it official.

That's what I had in mind, too.

I'm just going to take these off.

Oh, God.

I did it.

I did it.

This lovely young woman is Daisy Van Van Dorn.

She is beautiful, charming, bewitching, and disgustingly rich.

A few years ago, she was the reigning princess of the debutante's ball.

Now, she's society's bad girl, world -renowned homewrecker, and the darling

the scandal magazines all over the world.

At the moment, the center of the latest sexual escapade is Reginald Rockingham.

model husband and father, and disgustingly wealthy.

The Van Dorn family is understandably in a panic, especially Stacey's maiden

aunt, Agatha, who has parted with the hefty retainer to gauge me to keep

and her hot little pussy out of the National Enquirer.

And I'm Catherine Hillary Forbes, freelance publicist and an authority on

keeping the rich and famous out of the scandal seat.

Damn it.

What am I going to do to keep that hot -ass hair -brain harlot occupied?

How many shows can we go to anyway?

And this is Howard Budd Clark, the love of my life.

He's the coach of the Long Island Unicorns, a pro football team owned by

late Griffith Van Dorn.

Stacy's grandpa and left to Stacy as sole owner.

I just called Reggie's office and his stupid secretary connected me with his

wife. That cunt called me a hot -ass, hair -brained harlot and warned me to

away from her, man.

Pull the limo. I'm going straight over to Reggie's office.

I've got to see him, if only just to give him a quick blowjob.

Hey, who's that?

This is Bud Clark.

He's your football club.

And he's my boyfriend.

Just get that fucking limo here as soon as you can. I'm going to get dressed.

Bud, now this shit's really going to hit the fan.

I must stop or else she'll be front page National Enquirer.

But how?

If a girl's got to sacrifice, she's got to sacrifice.

What's love and affection without the money and power behind it?

I mean, I need a lot of time to get out of this tight spot.

And darling, you've got to find me that time.

But how?

Coach, get in there.

Charm that stupid slut.

Pin her down and don't let her leave here.

I can't believe I just said that.

Kate had to step out for a while.

I can't believe Kate would do this to me, leaving without ordering my limo.

I'm so horny, I can't even sit without sticking to the chair.

Hey coach, are you busy?

I mean, could you spare me 15 or 20 minutes of your time?

Thank you.

Hmm.

Right at this moment, Stacy Van Dorn is fucking my boyfriend.

Poor bud.

At least he's buying me time to think this thing out.

What's the worst thing can happen?

Miss Hot Ass breaks out and destroys Mr. Model Husband and Father.

I'm out of my ass, and Miss Agatha will see to it that no other publicity firm

would touch me with a ten -foot pole.

The alternative?

I keep Miss Tara Titts out of the scandal sheets for an extended period of

I write my own ticket. A penthouse, a beach house in the Hamptons, chauffeured

limos, pearls, diamonds, power.

I'll be the biggest heroine since Joan of Orleans.

But... keeping juicy jeans from letting her gap gush for the world to see would

take a regiment of marines

No. No.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No.

Thank you.

She's sleeping.

I suspect she's recharging her batteries.

Coach,

how many players do you have on your team?

46. My God, that should keep her off the streets for months.

What are you talking about?

No questions yet.

I want you to get a hold of three or four of your best -looking prospects and

send them here right now.

They're all over practice and they're story over right now. I don't care if

they're Atlanta.

Georgia. Just send them here right now.

Oh, I thought you were sleeping.

I was.

Something made me wake up and call Reggie. He's agreed to meet me alone.

Don't try to stop me.

I wouldn't think of it. Thank you.

Are you the players' union representative?

No, I'm the tight end.

Actually, I brought you all here for a group photo of the unicorn's finest.

I thought

you were the tight end.

Look, bitch, I get my kicks my way, you get your kicks your way.

All right, guys, let's go. Back to practice.

Look, this has been some day.

My boss fucked my fella, I'll probably lose my job, and I'll probably get

arrested as an accessory to murder, if I'm very lucky. So don't judge.

That is so good.

Mmm.

Ugh.

Oh.

Ooh, nice and high.

Ooh.

feels good.

Oh, she did it.

Reggie. No.

Reggie met me.

He told me that I was very nice, but that he has no room in his life for me.

loves his wife and kids very much.

So we're through.

Stacy, do you know you own the Long Island Unicorns?

The Long Island Unicorns? A professional football team coached by Bud Clark, the

man you ravished?

He ravishes very well, you know.

But do you know you own the team?

46 quivering erect cocks, ready to go into spasms with the slightest tremor of

your breast or a glimpse of your thigh.

And I own them?

Yeah.

Body, soul, genital organs.

I've seen the contracts.

Every one of them hung like a stallion.

Yeah, yours to command.

How much? How often?

Maybe two cocks at a time? Maybe three?

Oh, dear.

Oh, I feel faint.

I think that I'm going to go lay down for a while.

She'll be okay.

Stacy's just drunk with power.

All those stiff, ready cocks that are back on call.

A few hours in a bed with a vibrator, and she'll recover.

Yes?

What can I do for you?

I'm Bonnie Boardman, and Coach Clark asked me to stop by to see Miss Van

the new owner.

I'm Stacy Van Dore.

I'm your tight end.

But you're a girl.

And very pretty.

And I'm good.

Very good.

I'll give you a chance to show me how good you are.

Nice.

Well, so just what can you do?

Anyways. Quite a few things actually.

Oh, my God.

She's been dressed.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Amen.

Oh my god.

um

um

Thank you.

oh

You were right. You are good.

Very, very good.

And I catch passes too.

I'm sorry.

I'm just horny all the time.

Oh, so am I.

I know. You want to see Miss Van Dorn.

She's busy at the moment.

Come on in.

Perhaps I can do as well, if not better.

Now I Guess you're gonna miss practice.

I guess not

I like what I see.

I'm glad.

Oh, your own muscles.

Yeah.

Oh.

Hmm.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

with my tight end a couple days ago jim morton was he good bobby borden

she was magnificent

I'm looking for Mr. Van Doren.

Hi.

Me too, but she's not here.

Mom, you look different in clothes. I mean, not in football gear.

I mean, shoulder pads and hip pads aren't exactly flattering.

You look nice in girl things.

You look girls are good too, Floyd.

I tell you what, no one's here.

What do you say we go in the bedroom and get real clubbed?

Sounds good to me.

Come on.

Come on in, Floyd.

It's good to have you here.

It's good to be here.

Oh. Oh.

oh oh

Hi, Bobby.

Guess what?

San Diego just traded me on the unicorn's new wide receiver.

No way!

Yeah, I guess that means what's yours now, right?

Right. Hey, I got an idea.

What? Let's make it official.

That's what I had in mind, too.

I should have taken these off.

I'm gonna do it.

Fifth lovely young woman is Stacey Spence Van Dorn.

She is beautiful, charming, bewitching, and disgustingly rich.

A few years ago, she was the reigning princess of the debutante's ball.

Now, she's society's bad girl, world -renowned homewrecker, and the darling

the scandal magazines all over the world.

At the moment, the center of the latest sexual escapade is Reginald Rockingham.

model husband and father, and disgustingly wealthy.

The Van Dorn family is understandably in a panic, especially Stacey's maiden

aunt, Agatha, who has parted with the hefty retainer to gauge me to keep

and her hot little pussy out of the National Enquirer.

And I'm Catherine Hillary Forbes, freelance publicist and an authority on

keeping the rich and famous out of the scandal seat.

Damn it.

What am I going to do to keep that hot ass, harebrained harlot occupied?

How many shows can we go to anyway?

And this is Howard Budd Clark, the love of my life.

He's the coach of the Long Island Unicorns, a pro football team owned by

late Griffith Van Dorn.

Stacy's grandpa and left to Stacy as sole owner.

I just called Reggie's office and his stupid secretary connected me with his

wife. That cunt called me a hot -ass, hair -brained harlot and warned me to

away from her, man.

Call the limo. I'm going straight over to Reggie's office.

I've got to see him, if only just to give him a quick blowjob.

Hey, who's that?

This is Bud Clark.

He's your football coach.

And he's my boyfriend.

Just get that fucking limo here as soon as you can. I'm going to get dressed.

Bud, now this shit's really going to hit the fan.

I must stop her or else she'll be front page National Enquirer.

But how?

If a girl's got to sacrifice, she's got to sacrifice.

What's love and affection without the money and power behind it?

I mean, I need a lot of time to get out of this tight spot.

And darling, you've got to buy me that time.

But how?

Coach, get in there.

Charm that stupid slut.

Pin her down and don't let her leave here.

I can't believe I just said that.

Kate had to step out for a while.

I can't believe Kate would do this to me, leaving without ordering my limo.

I'm so horny, I can't even sit without sticking to the chair.

Hey, coach, are you busy?

I mean, could you spare me 15 or 20 minutes of your time?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Right at this moment, Stacey Van Dorn is fucking my boyfriend.

Poor bud.

At least he's buying me time to think this thing out.

What's the worst thing can happen?

Miss Hot Ass breaks out and destroys Mr.

Model Husband and Father.

I'm out of my ass, and Miss Agatha will see to it that no other publicity firm

would touch me with a ten -foot pole.

The alternative?

I keep Miss Tora Tits out of the scandal sheets for an extended period of time.

I'd write my own ticket, a penthouse, a beach house in the Hamptons, chauffeured

limos, pearls, diamonds, power.

I'd be the biggest heroine since Joan of Orleans.

But keeping juicy jeans from letting her gap gush for the world to see would

take a regiment of marines or, or...

Smell.

Mmm. Mmm.

Thank you.

All right.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

recharging her batteries.

Coach, how many players do you have on your team?

46. My God, that should keep her off the streets for months.

What are you talking about?

No questions yet.

I want you to get a hold of three or four of your best -looking prospects and

send them here right now.

They're all in practice in the story level right now.

I don't care if they're in Atlanta, Georgia. Just send them here right now.

I was something made me wake up and call Reggie. He's agreed to meet me alone.

Don't try to stop me.

I wouldn't think of it. Thank you.

Well, we were told to meet the owner here.

If you're not the owner, what are we doing here?

Are you the players' union representative?

No, I'm the tight end.

Actually, I brought you all here for a group photo of the unicorn's finest.

Ready? I thought

you were the tight end.

Look, bitch, I get my kicks my way, you get your kicks your way.

All right, guys, let's go. Back to practice.

Look,

this has been some day.

My boss fucked my fella, I'll probably lose my job, and I'll probably get

arrested as an accessory to murder, if I'm very lucky. So don't judge.

So good.

Mmm.

Oh.

Hi.

It feels good.

I shouldn't have done that.

Oh.

Ugh.

killed Reggie.

No.

Reggie met me.

He told me that I was very nice, but that he has no room in his life for me.

loves his wife and kids very much.

So we're through.

Stacy, do you know you own the Long Island Unicorns?

The Long Island Unicorns? A professional football team coached by Bud Clark, the

man you ravished?

It ravishes very well, you know.

But do you know you own the team?

46 quivering erect cocks, ready to go into spasms with the slightest tremor of

your breast or a glimpse of your thigh.

And I own them?

Yeah.

Body, soul, genital organs.

I've seen the contracts.

Every one of them hung like a stallion.

I own them. Yeah, yours to command.

How much? How often?

Maybe two cocks at a time? Maybe three?

Oh, dear.

Oh, I feel faint.

I think that I'm going to go lay down for a while.

You'll be okay.

Stacy's just drunk with power.

All those stiff, ready cocks that are back on call.

A few hours in a bed with her vibrator, and she'll recover.

Yes. What can I do for you?

I'm Bonnie Boardman, and Coach Clark asked me to stop by to see Miss Vandor,

new owner.

I'm Stacy Vandor.

I'm your tight end.

But you're a girl.

And very pretty.

And I'm good.

Very good.

I'll give you a chance to show me how good you are.

Nice.

Well, so just what can you do?

Anyways. Quite a few things, actually.

This house is perfect.

She can dress.

Mmm.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

Oh, Jesus.

Hmm.

Thank you.

um um

Thank you.

Mmm.

What is wrong?

You were right. You are good.

Very, very good.

And I catch passes, too.

I'm sorry.

I'm just horny all the time.

Oh, so am I.

I know how you want to see Miss Van Dorn.

She's busy at the moment.

Come on in.

Perhaps I can do it as well, if not better.

Now... I guess you're gonna miss practice.

I guess not.

I like what I see.

I'm glad.

For your own muscles.

Yeah.

Hmm. Oh.

I don't know.

I made it with my tight end a couple days ago.

Jim Borden, was he good?

Bobby Borden, he was magnificent.

I'm looking for Mrs. Ann Doran.

Me too, but she's not here.

Mom, you look different in clothes. I mean, not in football gear.

I mean, shoulder pads and hip pads aren't exactly flattering.

You look nice in girls' things.

You look girls are good too, Floyd.

I tell you what, no one's here.

What do you say we go in the bedroom and get real close?

Sounds good to me.

Come on.

Come on in, Floyd.

It's good to have you here.

It's good to be here.

Thank you.

Anybody here?

Uh -huh.

Hi Bobby.

Guess what?

What are you doing here? San Diego just traded me on the unicorn's new wide

receiver. No way!

Yeah, I guess that means we're serious now, right?

Right. Wait, I got an idea.

What? Let's make it official.

That's what I had in mind, too.

I should have taken these off.

Oh, God.

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How to announce the coming of Carter Stevens' latest film, Honeymoon Haven.

Take a guided tour of the Honeymoon Haven Hotel located just outside of

Intercourse, Pennsylvania.

Peek through the curtains of Honeymoon Haven and see what hot sex is really

like.

Screw Magazine says the beds in Honeymoon Haven can talk, and they talk

Carter Steven, the man who gave you Lickety Split, Roller Babies, Jailbait,

Teenage Twins, outdoes them all with Honeymoon Haven.

You'll see couples.

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Whoresome.

And even more, in action you never thought you'd see on screen.

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You'll love it, too, as Honeymoon Haven takes you behind the scenes for the

night of your life.

Mr. Magazine says Honeymoon Haven gets right in there between the sheets to

probe honeymooners and their fun.

Come to Honeymoon Haven. We've got wall -to -wall sex.

And dynamite room service.

Honeymoon Haven guarantees you the hottest night you ever spent in a hotel.

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-bang sexual antics that thoroughly entertain from start to finish.

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Peek through the curtains of Honeymoon Haven and see what hot sex is really

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Come to Honeymoon Haven. We've got wall -to -wall sex.

And dynamite room service.

Honeymoon Haven guarantees you the hottest night you ever spent in a hotel.

After all, Elite Magazine says, Honeymoon Haven is cram -packed with the

erotic talents in blue films today. It shines with nuptial naughtiness and slam

-bang sexual antics that thoroughly entertain from start to finish.

You'll see cheating wives, swinging couples,

and frightened virgins.

Because I'm scared.

And some not -so -frightened ex

-virgins.

It's all happening at the swingiest place in town, the Honeymoon Haven

So check into the Honeymoon Haven with Carter Stevens and his exciting friends

and have a ball.

Honeymoon Haven.

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