I decided to continue my fictional adventure, “Dangerous Game,” by adding a little spice to give it some flavor that can be distinguishable as if were cooked by Tommy Tan himself.
Here goes;
After a major turn around they both ask me to go out for some drinks, together! It was almost as if they knew exactly what happened previous between both of them and I, but anyways I accepted their offer like fellow gent. Good thing thing I did too because I learned a life lesson here, these bitches were whores and weren’t ashamed of it! Once you’ve thought you’ve seen it all this shit arises and blows your mind. I discovered this quickly after picking them both up by realizing that I have been used as their shofer for the night as well as the “sugar daddy” at the bar, but without the sexual favors in return, so basically I was their bitch. The tables have turned on me and now I’m the one who looks moronic as I purchase them drinks only having them stand off in the dark prostituting themselves in order to fed their mouth with more alcohol. So what would any right minded mother fucker do? Leave a’ bitch stranded! And so I did.
As I awake proudly from my well deserve rest knowing that I got the last laugh in the battle between the whores and I there awaits a message for me on my phone,
“Hey sooo whatever your lame excuse is for last night its fine. I’m not mad, I just wanted to tell you that.”
Wow, that’s like having a get out of jail card in your wallet, but forgot that it was still there and it some how it automatically redeemed it’s self.
I wasn’t going to fall into her spell again so I became rude as possible to her if we ever crossed paths again.
Weeks go by,
Me: What are you doing?
Her: Thinking of you.
Me: I’m home alone and I’m becoming lonesome.
Her: Why? What am I? Your last resort? Jesus, text “innocent ugly” or someone else. Peace.
Me: Hope you rest in peace too!
Her: Kay, I’m not dying idiot.
Me: That sucks.
Her: Sucks that it’s not you.
Me: Sucks that I’m not a whore.
Now I could end it here, but my imagination is running wild so I’ll end it in a cheesy manner.
*Moments later she gives you a ring*
I think to myself, God, she’s probably fill with rage and I don’t feel like hearing a angry whore bitch and moan at me so I simply ignore it, but of course the night is young and her blotto mind won’t give up. Second call, ignored, third call, ignored. *Honk-Honk* Wait is that coming from my driveway? Forth call, I decide to answer to confirm that she’s not at my place, “ah hello?” Her, “May I have a glass of water and cup of sugar?”
Annddddd, that’s where I’ll stop, you can let your creativity take over from here.
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