034 Great X-PecTations 2 Early Preview

Here's an early look at the start of the story.  For those who are new, this is a sequel to release #30 "Great X-PecTations."  I will begin the story with a brief summary of the events in the first story but I haven't written that yet.

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Joe walked down a vague path in the brazilian jungle. He was not prepared to experience kind of humidity. He stopped and took another small swig from his canteen. Before him was a boy of eleven or twelve years old. The boy turned back to Joe and beckoned him.

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"Me siga!" he said with a hand gesture.

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Joe sealed his canteen and caught up with the lad. After a few minutes the dense jungle path widened and then merged with a small dirt road. The boy led Joe down the road and then pointed to a red wooden house on the side of the road.

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"Aqui, senhor. Aqui." he said.

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Joe smiled and gave the boy a $10 bill. The boy took the money, smiled and then ran home. A man was sitting on a chair in front of the house. He stared at Joe intently. Joe approached him.

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"Olá." Joe said. "falar inglês?"

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The man shook his head, stood and led Joe around the side of the house to a large garage. A 1980s station wagon with no wheels was inside propped up on cinder blocks. A mechanic's legs were sticking out from underneath the vehicle.
The man walked behind a counter and once again stared at Joe.

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"Um.."  Joe rummaged through his back-pack and produced a photograph of a plant. He showed the photo to the man. The man smiled and picked up a pen. He wrote "$300" on the photo. Joe dug into his pocket and put $300 on the counter.

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The man took the money. "So..." he said, "you want the pretty pretty flower, eh?"

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Joe looked at him bemused. "Yes."

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The man called out, "Camila!" The body under the station wagon stirred and then slid out. Joe was surprised to see it was a nineteen year old woman under the car. She was wearing a dingy white, grease-stained coverall that bulged impressively in the front.  Joe noted to himself that this girl was stacked. Her Brazilian face was beautiful with a cleft chin and grease smudged on her right cheek. Her silky black hair was tied up in a bun. She looked at Joe then at the man.

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"O que é isso?" she asked.

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The man spoke instructions to Camila. Half-way through his instructions, Camila smiled knowingly. Then he turned to Joe. "Camila will guide you up the mountain to get your flower."

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Joe looked concerned. "She will?" he said. "Is it safe?"

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The man laughed as Camila unzipped her greasy coverall. "Don't worry senhor..." Camila emerged from her coverall and Joe's eyes bugged wide when he saw that her body was bursting with muscle. "Camila will protect you. She goes up there often. Whenever we send a man, he gets sick."

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Joe watched Camila remove her greasy coverall. She wore a sleeveless pink blouse that was tightly wrapped around her muscular torso and grapefruit-sized breasts. She looked like she could handily win the Miss Olympia contest. A subtle network of veins spidered over her bulky deltoids and her arms looked to be around twenty inches, if not more. "Wait." Joe turned to the man, "Sick?"

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"It's okay senhor," he said, "just don't be too close when she pulls it out of the ground, eh?" He gently slapped Joe on the cheek as he laughed.
Camila stepped aside to wash her face in the sink. "Alright." Joe said. "Let's go then."

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"Esperar!" The man said as he put his palm on Joe's chest. "One hundred para Camila."

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Joe paused. "Okay." He pulled out another bill and handed it to Camila as she returned fresh-faced. She smiled and took the note. Joe watched one her her large breasts jump as she slipped it into her pocket. Joe wasn't fully pleased with the arrangement. Camila was doing all of the work and getting a quarter of the money.

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Camila hoisted up a pre-prepared back-pack and slipped her bulky arms through each strap. "Pronto?" she asked.

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As Joe and Camila headed out the man laughed, "Don't have too much fun, senhor!"

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--------to be continued------------------------