Blow Jobs To Go
Scene 4
ELVIS LIVES! And Is Tending The Bar
ELVIS LIVES! In bright pink neon over the bar.
"Where's Angie?"
"She's fcuking Elvis the bartender"
"That pitiful B|tch! Were gonna be late
"
Damn that Angie really drives me up the wall. Her boozed out, horny
crap has been getting worse by the day, just the other she teased
me crazy
.
I leaned close, she was smelling like Johnnie having started
drinking from 5.
You wanna fcuk me? You and me are no different ..just fcuk
monsters with nothing else on our minds.
Her hands were working off her denims like they were last falls
fashion statement...
She spread her legs like a fcukin gymnast, grabbed my hand,led me
to her wetness dripping with anticipation and used my fingers like
they were her own. Oh baby she moans.
It didnt take long before she had climbed the mountain, reached
the summit, placed the flag and took the photograph.
Now its my turn I thought and relaxed waiting for her to do her
bit.
I got to go hon, Elvis is waiting at the Pub she said lighting a
cigarette.
What the Fcuk?, you got to go right now? Cant it wait 5 minutes?
I yelled, throbbing at the same time.
Sorry Sweetness, promise Ill blow you when I get home
Damn, I never really liked Elvis.....