Sunday, November 11, 2007

The Alternative is Death



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Duncan wanted to go party. Nevermind that his beloved Chico State football team had just lost to an interdivision rival Duncan still felt ready to pound some beers and ogle some hot chicks. He prepared to leave El Torito, the only bar in the San Fernando Valley (and maybe the entire universe) which had been showing a live broadcast of the game. As he paid his bill one of the cocktail waitresses approached him. She was clad in a cheerleading outfit since the bar had been broadcasting NCAA football games all day.

"Where are you going now?" she asked Duncan with a coy smile.

"I'm just gonna take off and search for some beers and broads." Duncan replied jauntily. "Know of any parties?"

"Oh, I know where there is a party." the waitress said as she peered up at him.

"Well, let's go!" Duncan sputtered drunkenly.

"Great!" the delighted waitress replied. "My shift is over in five minutes."

Duncan seemed impatient so she hurriedly transferred her tables to another server and shot out the door with him without changing into her street clothes. She directed him to an apartment about ten minutes away. They walked to the door and she let him into the place with a key. Resounding silence greeted them in the foyer.

"Where's the party?" Duncan asked with puzzlement.

"Well.." the waitress cooed at him. "I thought we could make our own party."

Duncan eyed her with something akin to disgust. The waitress encouraged him to lie down on the floor so she could give him a massage. He relunctantly agreed. Her hands started to wander to private places as she was kneading his body. Finally Duncan had had enough.

"You know, I'm just not into this." he declared. "I want to go find a party. This is not what I had in mind for tonight."

Duncan tried to stand up and leave. The waitress, with rage contorting her face, wrestled him back down to the ground. She had no intention of allowing him to depart. How could he humiliate her like this? She decided that she would force him to lick her pussy that night. His only alternative was death. Either he'd comply with her wishes or he would die. She then commenced to subject him to an eternity of facesitting/smothering torture as she prodded him to make the correct decision.

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