It had already been three days since I killed Thomas and I can feel it. It's like I'm touching the world with a glove around my fingers. It's like there's no real sensitivity left in the world.
My eyes can see it too. All the color has been bled out. Even the pale green that covered this wet city looks grey now.
I'm falling apart.
I decide I need something new, a new place to eat.
So I walk into a Greek place called "Ω's", it's nothing to write home about, just some B rated spot that's trying too hard to be Euro-Sexy.
I seat myself at a small, two person table. I'm only sitting for a few seconds when a small red head comes walking up.
"Can I get you a drink, Sir?" She asks me. I notice that she's fidgeting. She must have to pee.
"Yeah, I'd like some grape fruit juice and some gyro." I tell her, I've eaten Greek before, I know what's good.
"Okay, so...that was, um..." She keeps stepping in place, like she's dancing by herself.
I look at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry," She says. "I just really have to pee."
"Well, then go pee." I tell her, she pauses and looks at me, suddenly very serious.
"No, it's fine. I'll just hold it." She says then scribbles my order down on her pad. As she walks off and I follow the left-right left-right sway of her juicy ass, I can't help but wonder how tight she is. She's had to develop some kind of strength from always tightening her vaginal muscles, holding her pee. Her pussy could probably cut my dick off.
I'm intrigued by the thought, I can feel the warmth of my dick against my leg as it extends in my pants. When she comes back I'll defiantly need to ask her for a roll in the hay.
Just as I close my eyes to try and imagine where to fuck her brains out she sets my drink down on my table.
"Here you go!" She says, still fidgeting. I beckon her to come closer, so I can whisper in her ear. She leans in and I tell her some very naughty things. She backs up, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed my talking. She turns around and walks away folding her hands behind her back, just above her butt. One of her index fingers motions for me to follow her.
I take a sip of my grape fruit juice, and follow her.
I've got her pressed up against the wall of the alleyway. One of her legs is wrapped around my leg, near the back side of my knee, the other is on it's tip toes. One of her hands is holding onto the railing of the staircase we're next to, the other is holding onto my back. She's biting on my neck and saying thing in Greek, I don't understand a word. But boy, was I right about that pussy!
That was probably the tightest pussy I'd ever fucked.
It was a struggle to keep from busting long enough to get her to cum, because it felt so damn good. The way she pulled on me as I slid outward, squeezing the tightest on my head. Then she'd let go ans I slid back in, deeper only to start squeezing as I pulled out again.
If fucking was a sport, this girl would have been an Olympic athlete. It's no wonder the Olympics are held in Greece, they're all fucking champs.
She stops breathing as I pump into her and then it happens. The flow just comes pouring out. This girl was a squirter, and now she's coming all over me. I can feel it as her cum drips down my legs. In any other situation it'd be disgusting--but right now all I want to do is cum. And so I do.
I'm cleaning myself up, before I go back inside to finish my meal and she gives me her number. The name "Melissa" is written above it with a heart on top of the "I". I put the paper in my pocket and walk back inside, leaving her out there to finish cleaning herself up.
I eat my gyro and finish my grape fruit juice. I get up to pay and leave her a ten for her tip, then I leave.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk I think to myself, I need some alcohol. So I walk into a CVC and head to the liquor aisle.
I buy Jack Daniels and head to the register to pay. I wait in line for about fifteen minutes before I get the chance to pay. There're just two kids working there, a short Mexican girl with glasses and a constant glare on her face, and a tall white guy with only half of a hair cut. I watch as the two of them flirt every time she walks over to his register on her way to get cigarettes, or when she needs to break a One Hundred Dollar bill for him. I know for a fact that they haven't fucked, she's out of his league and he's putting in too much work, the tell-tale sign that they haven't done a thing. And I can tell by the way her glare disappears when she glances over to him, all the times when he doesn't notice her, that she thinks about him more than he thinks about her.
"Did you find everything alright, sir?" She asks me when I'm finally given the blessing of being rung up.
"Yeah, and no I don't have one of those cards, so don't ask." I tell her.
"Well, we have to ask everyone, sir." She says, I can hear the attitude rising in her voice.
"Whatever. How much do I owe you?" I ask.
"Twenty-two oh seven." She says. I hand her Twenty-three. Then there's a the stutter of the printer printing out my receipt. I look over at the guy, he's got a huge smile on his face and he fakes interest in every customer's stupid, pointless story.
"Sir?" The girl says to me. I glance back at her and jump backwards.
She's standing there, arm extended towards me, receipt and coins in hand, covered in plaster. Her face stuck in a disgusted glare. Her body all white, covered from head to toe in plaster. There isn't a sound other than the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears, and the increasingly fast breathing in my throat.
I grab my Jack and rush out of the store. I open it immediately and start pounding it down.
I've got to talk to someone, maybe Christina might listen--for old time's sake?
I start heading towards Cott's Town, my head already aching.
-Sir Jestro
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