Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 14:47:57 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: EcstasyInc Epilogue

In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with
"The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed." "EcstasyInc," like the
previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy
Renewed," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in
something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story
along and intense character development. Most of the characters from the
earlier stories have returned, but there are also quite a number of new
characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment.

Once more, this story is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue
written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as
described, leave now.  If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave
now.  If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave
now.

Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own
blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This
one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I
don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time.  Any more than
that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard,
throbbing cock.

Note: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way
meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. All drugs
mentioned are fictitious.

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.


ECSTASYINC

EPILOGUE


Mark Gonzales rang the doorbell outside Apartment 33-B overlooking the
Federal Cut at the foot of Miami Beach. He looked about. The place was
spacious and elegant without being ostentatious. The door opened. Before
him stood an exquisitely beautiful, naked young boy.

"You the lawyer?" Buddy Bristol asked as he surveyed the man in his neatly
pressed gray suit, white shirt, and red tie.

"I am," Mark smiled. "Which one are you?"

"I'm Buddy, come in."

"Thank you," Mark couldn't help smiling still more broadly as he did his
best not to stare at the boy's nearly five-inch erection. It was the first
time he'd actually met his real client. Derek hadn't been exaggerating when
he said the boy was devastatingly cute. In fact, cute didn't come
close. The child was flat-out incredibly beautiful, a face any girl would
love to own.

"DAD! The lawyer guy is here," Buddy called loudly as he closed the door.

"Don't YELL, we're not on Ecstasy...there are neighbors," Doug Bristol
reprimanded as he greeted Mark. "And didn't I tell you to put on some
clothes?"

"No please, no need to get dressed on MY account," Mark laughed. "If I
still had a cute little boy-body like that, I'd go naked all day long."

"SEEEEE..." Buddy took that as permission to ignore his father's words.

"Hi, I'm Bobby," the other twin appeared from the next room, offering his
hand. Bobby was equally beautiful and perhaps, in some strange way, maybe
even MORE sexually attractive. He was also at least partially dress,
wearing a pair of low-hanging shorts and, from all Mark could tell, nothing
else.

"These are the boys, my daughter, Bunny, is in the shower," Doug announced.
"I know it's almost noon but...would you believe, they just got up."

"And where's Derek?" Mark questioned. It was the adults he came to see, not
their half-naked kids.

"Welllll...actually...he's still in bed," Doug admitted. "We all had a
rather late night last night and..."

"I won't ask what THAT means," Mark laughed as he sat down on the couch and
opened his briefcase. He spread several important looking papers on the
coffee table.

"That means we fucked a lot," Buddy imparted.

"I'll get Derek," Doug told him. "Don't believe ANYTHING the kid tells ya."

"Did we win?" Buddy asked anxiously.

"Well, my good man, you just plop down here beside me and I'll try to
explain," Mark told the naked little boy.

"You like my cock?" Buddy asked.

"Huh...uhhh....err...yes, it's," Mark's legal vocabularly had no words to
express what he was seeing and feeling sitting next to such a sweetly
beautiful and innocent LOOKING little boy. "It's very nice."

"Are you gay?" Buddy asked abruptly.

"Why...no...no, I'm not?" Mark told him. "Why do you ask?"

"Your cock's gettin' hard," Buddy observed, eyeing his attorney's crotch.

"It is? Err...well... You can tell?" Mark resisted the urge to rearrange
his 'junk'.

"How big is it?" Buddy's conversation continued along it's sexual course.

"Well...it's a little bigger than YOURS, but...not a whole lot," Mark
begged off getting into inches or centimeters.

"Is he bothering you?" Doug asked pointedly as he returned. "Derek will be
out in a minute."

"Uhh...well..." Mark wavered, torn between the boy's seductive naked beauty
and his own sexual response to it.

"Buddy, please, go put some clothes on, you're making Mr. Gonzales
nervous," Doug pleaded.

"Why? He's not gay," Buddy reasoned.

"Get some clothes on. I AM gay, and you're sure as hell making ME nervous,"
Doug ordered. "This is adult stuff...man talk," he told the boy.

"Doug...err...please, let him stay," Mark insisted, ignoring his own
discomfort in the boy's naked sexual pesence. "This concerns him as much or
more than it does you...you and Derek. It concerns the whole family, in
fact."

"Bad news?" Doug worried.

"Hey...hi, Mark, sorry I'm not better dressed for the occassion," Derek
tried seeming wide-awake and perky in his pinkish boxers.  He failed
miserably. "Bobby, could you go get us some coffee. Mark, how do you take
yours?"

"A little cream," Mark smiled.

Bobby snickered.

"Bobby...not THAT kind of cream," Derek knew the boy and his dirty little
mind. Under the circumstances, he was thankful that the kid hadn't started
producing any "cream" yet.

"Are we gonna be RICH?" Bunny asked as she sauntered in wrapped in a towel.

"Bunny go get dressed," Doug told her.

"Buddy's naked," Bunny argued.

"Buddy's a BOY...you're a...ohhh, never mind," Doug relented, never one to
be accused of sexism.

"Well?" Derek asked, sitting down next to Mark on the couch, peering over
the papers on the coffee table.

Mark smiled broadly. "They CAVED."

"Whadya mean? EVERYTHING?" Derek questioned.

"Oh, no, but a little better than I expected." Mark revealed. "They bought
the full two hundred but balked at the punitive amount."

"I get two-hundred DOLLARS?" Buddy cried joyously. "I can get the X-box
now! Cooooolll!"

"No Buddy, not two-hundred dollars, two-hunded MILLION dollars," Mark
corrected.

"Can I still get the X-box?" Buddy asked anxiously, having no concept of
such a big number.

"For that kind of money, kid, you might see Bill Gates about buying the
FACTORY," Mark laughed.

"No punitive damages..." Derek sighed in dismay as Bobby returned juggling
three mugs of hot coffee.

"No, but I did talk them into putting the five-hundred into escrow to cover
any future lawsuits from the other Pooh Bears or their parents," Mark
revealed. "That's confidential, by the way. They obviously don't want it to
INVITE lawsuits, if you know what I mean."

"Allowing them to stay out of court and avoid publicity," Doug reasoned.

"Derek, I don't know what the hell you wrote, but let me tell you, it
scared the livin' SHIT outta Jim Loin and his gang of pointy-headed legal
ruffians. In fact, they want the sealed copy you sent to the Blade and
every OTHER copy, signed, sealed, and delivered before they'll hand over
any money.

"They've GOT it," Derek smiled mischievously.

"Huh?" Mark looked at him stangely.

"I only HAD the one copy...the one I gave them. I never sent anything to
the Blade." Derek revealed.

"Are you kidding me?" Mark asked in disbelief.

"Hey, you said we'd go in there bluffing out our ass..." Derek winked at a
still-naked Buddy.

Mark simply smiled and shook his head.

"We're getting two-hundred million dollars?" Bunny asked in disbelief.

"Not US...Buddy...it'll go into a trust fund for Buddy," Doug told his
daughter in deflating her expectations of instant wealth. "Mark and I will
be managing it...Derek too, of course."

"I'm a millionaire?" Buddy asked, starting to get a grip on what he was
hearing.

"No, son, you're a MULTI-millionaire," Doug corrected. "Do you even know
how much a MILLION dollars is?'

Buddy innocently shook his head.

"Well, buddy, it's a THOUSAND thousand-dollar bills," Mark explained
patiently.

"And two-HUNDRED million is two-hundred THOUSAND, thousand dollar bills,"
Doug added.

"Whats a thousand dollar bill look like," Buddy asked. "Who's picture is on
it?"

"Well, actually, Buddy, there's really no such THING as a thousand dollar
bill." Mark tried to explain.

"You're pullin' my leg, ain'tcha?" Buddy guessed. "I'm not REALLY a
millionaire, am I?"

"Well, yes, you are, except your money won't be in cash...no
thousand-dollar bills, but in valuable stocks and bonds and big numbers in
a bank account in the Cayman Islands." Mark told him.

Bobby pondered that for a moment. "How many X-boxes will that much buy?"