Here I am, fucking my girlfriend while she watches old “All in the Family” episode. She’s smoking a cigar and eating potato chips while she waits for me to cum. Like clockwork I do, remembering to pull out and “empty” myself out into a cup. She pushes herself off her back and sits Indian style on the bed.nextI sigh roughly and lie back, staring at the tattoo on her lower back. Two words, both simple.
Joey’s Only.
The tattoo reminds me of the previous night with JC and the girls. A smile creeps on my face as I pull my girlfriend towards me, claiming her mouth as mine. “I want you to... If I were to ask, would you...?”
“Whatever it is, no. I have a date with Mr. Meth tonight. Thanks to your Jew-boy and Kirtfucktrick.” She eases off the bed and slams the bathroom door.
Do I even know this girl? How did I meet her? Where did I meet her? But getting back to the girls...
I took them back to my room where JC had so nicely let himself in. He was sitting on the bed getting high with Chris. The girls quickly felt uncomfortable once Chris... needle and all... waltz right past them into the hallway. I quickly closed the door after him and smiled down at the girls. They were freaking out. I loved it.
JC got up and grabbed the brunette, slamming her head into the wall. He stared at her with his normally bloodshot eyes and… get this... stuck his hand in her mouth and pulled down so hard he snapped her bottom jaw.
I laughed.
The two blondes tried to run but I was blocking their way. While JC had his pleasure with the, shall we say mute, I had my fun with the blondes. They were forced back into the main part of the room where I demanded they rip off their clothing. They did as they were told for fear of what JC might do if they pissed one of us off.
I raped one with the telephone until she stopped squirming. I pulled the bloody phone from her, smashing it into her head. I kicked her off the bed and pulled the other girl down before me. I fucked her... until she said my name. More like screamed.
JC stopped playing with the mute’s eyeballs. He ended up curled his fist around them until a yellow puss came oozing from them, ran over to the girl that screamed my name, picked up a pen from the nightstand and stabbed her repeatedly in her belly button.
I was confused at first on why he picked that area when I would have clearly gone for the neck until I remembered one of Chris’ babbles.
Stab a man in the stomach, right in the belly button, and he could kiss his life goodbye.
He figured that out a few years ago when a homeless perv tried to steal his weed.
Needless to say, the blondes died and the mute, I believe, is now blind and deaf as well. I hope she gets out of the hospital soon to see the rest of her class graduate. Oh wait... she can’t see.
My girl just came out of the bathroom. The meth worked fast on her little body. I want to fuck her again but she keeps wandering around the room in a daze. God damnit, what is her mother fucking name?