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The Senator was in the hotel suite waiting for the hooker: she was a gift from the Arms Company. He just helped them close a firearms multibillion dollar deal with the Government. They sent him a thank you note, ten million dollars in his Cayman Islands account and a nice young hooker for a good time. The hooker arrived. She was blonde, slim and very, very young. That's how the Senator liked them. "Come here, don't be shy," he said, already naked, with his fat belly hanging out. His breasts were even bigger than the hooker's, who was 1/3 his age. "Did you bring the stuff?" He asked her. She took some cocaine out of her purse and handed it to him. He snorted it up greedily like a hungry pig. "Here, have some," he offered her. "I'm sorry, I don't take drugs," she said. "Hey, bitch, when I tell you to snort, snort up! I am a Senator, damnit!" He yelled at her. He pulled her long blonde hair and forced the vial up her nose. "Now get naked, slut. We 'aint got all night, you know. I gotta get back home to my wife and kids," he yelled at her. He tore off her clothes, liked and bit her breasts and grabbed her ass violently with his fat sweaty hands. She was scared and started crying. "Stop fucking sobbing and blow my dick!" He ordered. He sat on the couch and spread his legs, while she humbly knelt and put her head on his crotch. She could not hide an expression of pure disgust while he was forcing her to suck him, for he was sweating profusedly. "You fucking bitch, you are so lousy! I said deeper! Can't you understand English?' He grabbed her face with both his hands and forced his penis down her throat. She choked in pain and cried. She needed the money. She did not have any for her education. But not this way...this was way too much. She could not take it anymore. Not the pain. Not the smell. Not the orders and the humiliation. She stood up and opened her bag... The following morning, the chambermaid entered the room and screamed in terror. She saw a bloody, fat, dead naked man sitting on the couch in the hotel room, with his legs wide open. He had a fan knife between his eyes and fucsia lipstick on his shriveled pathetic crotch. THE END |
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