You Fucking WHORE

You Fucking WHORE

My last student cancelled, so I left early and decided to go to the bar I'd checked out last week in Greenwood where my band will have a gig in a few months. I was hoping to have a beer, maybe find out more about what music the place has, and find a female to have any encounter of any kind at all with. I got what I asked for. Dammit.

She was beautiful. Told me she was 32, but looked several years younger. I sat two seats from her, and we started talking almost immediately. Very friendly. Very warm, if somewhat removed from it all, it seemed. Lovely face. Long straight blonde hair. Curve city. HUGE rack. Round in all the right places. Amazing ass. She looked so soft and warm. Blue eyes, the only part of her that seemed remotely to have an edge.

She said her name was Cathy. I say "she said", becuase I no longer believe a fucking word she said to me.

The conversation wasn't much. We don't have much in common. But we hit it off anyway. I bought her a drink. I don't think i've ever actually done that in 35 years, bought a woman a drink. We both had Amber Bock on tap. (Beats the shit out of the bottled variety.)

She slowly started showing more interest. Looking back, it seems calculated. At the time it just seemed she was getting into me more and more. My heart was starting to race a bit. I was getting wood. This is a VERY pretty lady I'm talking about. An evil goddamn cunt from hell, but a very pretty one.

Eventually she said, "Let's go outside where it's quieter."

OK...

She took my hand. Wow. Those eyes looked so inviting. Took my hand and led me outside. To her SUV. The back seat was folded down. She invited me back there.

Did I mention how beautiful she is?

I wasn't ABOUT to pass this up. Months and months of borderline-psychotic sexual cravings, and here it's happening. I was dazed. I can't fuckin' believe it. This beautiful woman is asking me to make out in the back of her car. I felt like a high school kid.

I'm trying to fight through the pain and anger and hatred I feel right now to find the way I felt less than an hour ago. I'm not sure I'm doing it.

No clothing came off. But it was prettty heavy stuff, and felt wonderful. We kissed and groped for at least ten minutes. My hands were everywhere, and she didn't complain one bit. I wanted to go farther, but I was waiting. The signals were coming, but I was trying my damndest to do it RIGHT.

Oh, the signals were coming. The things she said and did were driving me nuts. The way her body responded. She wanted more too. Didn't she? SURE she did. It was all over the whole thing.

She put her hand in a very special place. Took my hand and put it on HER special place. My response was immediate. I was gonna get this girl off before I even had the pants off.

Her hand was on me maybe 15 seconds. Mine went to work on her for a couple minutes.

I did a good job. I have a couple claw marks on my left shoulder and the memory of an INCREDIBLE sound from her as proof. It was WONDERFUL. I put myself aside long enough to do my best to please her, and it worked. God, the look on her face...

It's been a long time. And for a moment there, I felt like the coolest guy on the planet. For a moment, anyway...

I was still trying not to go too fast, but hey, she had hers. I figured it was time for mine.

I was wrong. Boy was I ever.

She had stiffened up so much when her time arrived, and she COLLAPSED when it was done. Wow. I'm good! Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Now she brushed her lovely golden hair from her face. "That was nice. You were really good."

It should have made me feel even better. But the way she said "was" and "were" sent shit up my spinal column than took me waaaay off guard.

"Thanks. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."

Uh...OK....Uh...can I have some too?

For a minute, I actually felt some guilt. Shit, be happy you had something at all. And besides, go with what she's comfortable with. If this is what she wants, you can't expect her to...

Bullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT. In any other situation this would have been true. I DO try to be sensitive and not ask for more than a woman is willing to give. But this ain't that. This is something else.

You fucking cunt.

"You were really good."

"Uh, thanks...uh..is this over? Because...I could use a little help here."

"Sorry. I've got a babysitter waiting on me."

Full-force blind rage hit me like a goddamn wall of bricks. The look in her eyes had gone from a woman totally satisfied to a CRUEL FUCKING BITCH. She was SMILING. This FUCKING CUNT had not only just used me, she had planned it all along, and was HAPPY about it.

I tried very hard to hold back a massive attack of the kind of pure anger I used to feel seventeen times a day, but I've been BETTER recently. I get pissed, but I can control it better. It doesn't last as long.

Not this time, bitch.

"I hope you appreciate how nice I'm being right now to just leave, because any other guy would be a lot less forgiving."

I forced that out of me and opened the door and climbed out.

The rotten whorebag LAUGHED at me.

Go. Get the fuck out. NOW. Before you do something you'll regret for a very long time.

She was still laughing. I was about to snap.

I have felt a lot of anger and rage in my time, more than I should sometimes. But I hate violence. I've broken THINGS. I don't believe in hurting PEOPLE, even though I've felt like it. I never felt more like it than I did tonight. I hate violence towards women, and regard men who do that shit as about the lowest people on the planet.

Except for people who take what they want, give you nothing, throw it in your face, then laugh about it.

My instinct was a bad one. I wanted to rush her, knock her ass to the ground, grab the back of her head, and pound her goddamnn skull into the pavement. Multiple times.

"Got you pretty excited didn't I? Well, you got what you probably deserved. Men have been doing it to me for years, honey." And laughed some more.

WHAT? WHAT?????????? I'm standing here with a painful erection, my brain overloaded with hate-chemicals, listening to you laugh at me becuase of some shit somebody ELSE did to you? Who the fuck are you? What right do you have to fuck with me like this?

I wish I'd been able to say that. What came out was, "I hope your pussy rots, you worthless piece of shit. Burn in hell."

I turned around to leave. She laughed HARDER. "You should see the look on your face, Doug!"

Am I on Candid Camera? Is this a movie? This CAN'T be happening to me. This can't be REAL, can it? I was so full of confusion and hate and fuck knows what else, I was blubbering by now.

"You...you..." I snapped. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!!!!! I SHOULD RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR GODDAMN NECK, YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!"

I ran the rest of the way to the car. Like a little kid who just got his ass kicked by the school bully. I felt like the kid who just had his toy broken in half and sand kicked in his face. I thought I was going to cry.

By the time I got the car started, I was. Like a pathetic fucking little kid.

I saw her as I pulled out. The bitch was WALKING BACK INSIDE THE BAR.

I drove across the street to the liquor store. It was all I could think of. I need something. A half pint of rum will do.

The woman at the counter looked at me. "Are you OK?" I was still wiping tears off and practically shaking with hate.

I told her what happened. She looked horrified.

I was just making out with a woman. She got a huge orgasm from the deal. I got blue balls. Then she threw my ass out like a piece of trash and laughed at me.

I never ONCE felt this bad after the divorce, and I felt goddamn wretched for months. Every day. Nearly every minute. That was NOTHING compared to this.

It would be ridiculous of me to compare this to rape. It's not even close. but for a couple very irrational minutes, that's what I thought of. You fucking CUNT. You set me up and knocked my fucking ass right down, didn't you? You CUNT.

Die. You fuck.

WHORE.

I can't believe she LAUGHED at me like that. It was like Satan right before dragging your ass to hell. I swear, she sounded EVIL. I'd like to feel sorry for her with whatever happened to her with other guys to make her want to do this to me, but FUCK her. I've felt pain in my contacts with women before, but I've known what I did to bring it on. This time all I did was buy a pretty girl a drink and let her lead me to her car.

Lead me by my DICK.

I'd feel guilty about THAT, except SHE DID IT. Talked me up, told me I was cute, wanted to run her fingers through my hair even as we were at the bar. She PLAYED me. I got my hardon honestly. That bitch USED me.

I did all the work. She dropped a few things into the stew, but most of what she did was talk to me, tell me what I wanted to hear. SHE got 80% of the physical sensations, and got it big time when she came. Shit, she sure did. I felt so GOOD when she did. I felt like I'd really DONE soemthing. I made a woman happy.

CUNT.

I've had to stop a few times writing this. I'm still feeling it. I want to go back there and throttle that bitch.

Goddamn it.

i need to go to bed. I hope I can sleep.

WHORE.

Dougie