Night Train

(5)

          The shit has hit the fan at the sweatshop. Big Bluto found out about the ten cases of Dr. Sharpe’s Shakti Tonic. He fired the Colombians and ratted them out to La Migra. He installed security gates, cameras, the works. It’s him versus us now. The lines are drawn. The new guys in Shipping are illegals from Mogadishu, obviously dangerous men. The big one with the ring through his nose is called Tariq. What can Big Bluto be thinking of? It can only be that he intends to use these desperadoes as muscle, to keep the rest of us in line.

          Don’t fuck with Hoppy!

          He’s going to get his revenge, too, Big Bluto. This time it’s poor little Kiri who’ll have to pay the price. She’s going to have to suck Bluto’s dick. If she refuses he’ll report her to immigration and she’ll be back in the sweatshop in Phnom Penh with the 100 degree heat and the razor wire and she’ll have to suck that guy’s dick. She’s reconciled to her fate, little Kiri. I can see it in her face. He’ll call her into his office sometime today. The girls in the Clean Room are furious. But there’s nothing they can do. They’ve all been down the same road. It comes with the territory. Carmen, she’s had Bluto’s cock in her mouth God knows how many times. And poor little Ana from Guatemala. So innocent, so devout. She can’t be more than 17. Bluto likes them young. Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher. He plucked her out of the lunchroom just the other day. One minute she was unwrapping her quesadilla and saying grace and the next minute she was on her knees behind some boxes in the warehouse with Big Bluto’s cock halfway down her throat.

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