Category: Supporter

The old man cranked out another load. “Yaaahhhh… Phew… That about hurt right there, I tell you what. I’m going to be out of here before you. How are you doing over there, fella?”

“Let me check the balance.” I pulled my phone. “We got… Damn… A lot of shit hit the bank already. There’s thirty-two hundred, fifty-six dollars and fifty-nine cents.”

Sway rolled and gyrated her hips. My manhood disappeared within, hiding between her folds. Her eyes followed mine. “Yeah, that’s all yours.”

I laughed. “Like everyone out here didn’t just hear you say that.” We stepped onto the platform. I glanced at the arrival sign. The Orange Line was ten minutes away. “Now you got all these people looking at us.”

“When I was a little girl, I wanted to find the perfect boy and grow up and raise a family. And I’ve found that perfect boy, man, when I found you, Andre, but it wasn’t the way I dreamed it would be.

“The only one left is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I read that it’s one of the biggest cult movies ever made. It’s supposed to be really good.”

“Thank you. The reason I’m speaking to you is that we had a description of a couple…that matches you two, in a parking garage a few blocks up the way…” His dark, beady eyes scanned us carefully. “Do you know anything about that?”

I turned her. She placed her hands firmly on the bumper. I took her from behind, easily sliding into her wetness. I began plunging, slamming her insides.

“That’s not fair, you’re all packed and everything. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!” She choked the neck of the tube, dropping lumps of paste into the rushing water. “I can’t even fucking do this shit right!”

“Yes!” Demi scooped a generous bump through her cut straw. “Then they come to me crying, hyperventilating and trying to catch their breath… Something I’d just told them to not do a week before…they do it anyway and are suffering the consequences, wanting comforting and understanding… If they’d just listen from the start, you know?”