
Fragment Three: The Job
Read Count : 13
Category : Stories
Sub Category : Historical Fiction
"Where the hell were you?"
Where was I?
I hopped an evil man's van and we got a bit raw.
"He loves me you know".
"Fuck all of that! Did you get the money?"
I lay crumbled on the couch and watch him touch himself.
He's coming closer to get my loins lingering.
This sick fuck makes my centre drum.
The bumps on my skin elate in the rhythm,and I cum.
He extracts his filthy self from my ruins.
And grins at his hold on this weakened girl in me.
Nobody to blame,no honour to retain.
This is just my job,I get laid to be paid.
Got caught up in a terrible game.
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