I knew right away that I was going to have a problem. I entered the Bodega and one of the guys standing outside followed me in, I could hear his friends laughing. I closed my eyes and sighed. It never failed. Some drunk asshole thinks just because it’s late out and that I am by myself that I am helpless, or asking to have sex. Really? Let me tell you something, if you see a woman outside no matter what time of day it is, it doesn’t mean she wants to get fucked. Especially me. I hardly have sex at all, I am one picky bitch.
I went back to where the beer was and he was right behind me the whole time. He was talking to me about my tits. Yes, I know I have tits, and yes I know how big they are. No need to reaffirm that fact. I looked at him, pushed past him and went to the counter. The guy who was working behind the counter knows me, I go in there all the time. He leaned in close and asked me if I needed help. I told him that I was fine. He then asked me if the guy would need help. I chucked then told him that he just might. He told me to be safe, I waved then left the store with my beer.
I stopped to light a cigarette then started my short walk home. Now not only was he following me, but the two others where with him too. I put my earbuds in, reached inside the paper bag and pulled out one of the beers but I didn’t open it. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and he was talking to me. I just stared at him not saying a word. Then, he got pissed. I could tell by his body language that he was becoming agitated, and he was calling me a bitch and a cunt. Big deal. If you are going to try to insult me, do better than that.
I took the last drag off my cigarette, snubbed out the hot box, turned away from them and continued on my way. Then I felt a full hand on my shoulder, he spun me around hard. I stepped to him, not in a very nice way, I stepped up to him as in ‘posting up’. He backed up a little but then stepped up to me too. I smiled slightly and brought the can of beer up as hard as I could and smashed it against the side of his face. He crumbled down, I stomped on his chest, then his cock. His friends started to move toward me, but I started to walk toward them faster. They stopped in their tracks, I kept moving toward them, they backed up. I stopped and just looked at them for a few minutes.
They were no longer moving at all, they were just taking in the sight I guess. I turned around, picked up my other beer, gave the guy on the ground another good kick to this cock, turned around, gave them all the finger and went home to enjoy my beer.
I can’t wait for our date tonight! It is all I have been able to think about for days. The way you described how you were going to torture my body. Cutting into my flesh with your knife. Burning my feet with the torch. Whipping me into I bleed and then giving me the cattle prod. Awe listening to every detail of what you had planned out on what you wanted and was going to do to me. I don’t know if you could hear me but I was finger blasting my cunt hearing your speak your wicked words. I want to feel the ropes you promised to tie tightly on my limbs. Making sure to cut off my circulation to my feet and hands. I was thinking about those weights that you said were going on the clamps attached to my nipples and clit. How fucking amazing that will feel as you snap those clamps down on my big nipple making the blood rush out. And before I get used to the pain you add the weights making me whimper like a whipped dog. I want all that and more.
