Dottie and Bree: Episode 11- The Whole Enchilada

Dottie and Bree: Episode 11

Never mess with a Korean’s business; this fact was overlooked by Bree. But when a suitcase of coke magically appears in front of a poor whore’s nose, the Universe is asking for a throw-down of some kind, and Bree was ready to oblige. It was too easy. Anything too easy is never worth it. There is always a price, and Bree almost paid with Dottie’s life, again.

They owned a fleet of girls, but they weren’t pimps; the brothers Sung were the drug lords of Vegas and owned the whole strip. If you needed coke, you were dealing with them. Bachelor parties and Slot Machine Junkies were their rice and Kim Chee; they owned dual legitimate fronts: a limousine service and Korean Karaoke House (the kind where you bring your own alcohol and get to smoke assiduously in the room with your friends).

When you needed a fix to push through dawn to afternoon gambling, one of the seven brothers Sung would send an Asian to your room with what you required; their runners were girls. Small pretty waify Asian girls with delicate smiles and facial features, the Police would think they were merely ladies of the night or private dancers. Jin-Ho’s front was sublime; the oldest brother Sung came up with the idea in 2002 after a night of double teaming by two spectacular blonde whores (one was an “actual entertainer” who’s face he would never forget).

Jin always dreamed of fucking blonde American Ho’s when he was waiting for immigration from Korea, the kind from Nebraska or Kansas: corn fed and Bud Light. He made it to Vegas and found their glossy colored “Stripper Trading Cards” in the gutter next to the “Circus Circus” entrance Merry-Go- Round. He read the dream promising text, “Only $48 dollars, direct to your room in 15 minutes, all fantasies welcome. Ask for the ‘Whole Enchilada’” and called immediately in broken English.

Jin had $1000 dollars and planned to spend it all.

Although he didn’t know what he was asking for, Jin-Ho needed the “whole enchilada”, and he got it 13 minutes and thirty-three seconds later.

Dottie and Bree appeared at his hotel room on the seventeenth story; the smoking floor is always less savory than the rest of the hotel, and the $49 dollar weekday rates at “Circus Circus” draw the lowest degenerates. He seemed too polished in pressed suit and expensive brown cigarette offering them Scotch from a glass bottle; they expected stained wife-beater, Newport’s and Wild Turkey in plastic.

“You wanted the ‘whole enchilada’?” Bree tried an eyebrow dance with smirk to decipher his intentions.

Jin-Ho nodded with growing smile, “Yes. Enchilada” and Dottie immediately spread her legs revealing completely shaved pussy and purpled anal darkness. Jin’s eyes widened as she pulled out a whiteish- Jack- cheesy-enchilada-sized condom stuffed with little baggies of white coke, yellow speed, pills with dolphins stamped on the front, pink oblong pills, white round ones, tiny blue ones… and spilled them onto the patterned, quilted coverlet. Her “Twat Pharmacy” was open for business and clear for penetration.

“Let’s get our business out of the way first, shall we?” Bree happily took Jin’s thousand, gave him a very small bag of coke, did a fat line off Dottie’s tits, and started dancing atop the furniture. They had a fun night; it changed their minds about the Asian Persuasion, and they decided to trust all Koreans from that night on.

Jin-Ho lived his every fantasy, stole Dottie and Bree’s internal Pharmacy idea, made millions of dollars and brought his six brothers over to America.

The Sung’s girls packed grams of the cleanest cocaine North of Columbia in their tiny tight twats. They appeared at your hotel door, knocked softly seven times, went into your bathroom to pull condoms stuffed with itty-bitty plastic zippies filled with fluffy white snow out of their precious pink lips, and took your money before disappearing into the night.

They stayed long enough to look like legitimate hookers; the ruse was practiced perfection.

Jin-Ho Sung thought about Bree every night before he fell asleep and hoped to meet her again someday.