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Paper or Plastic

Women. They were all whores who needed to be punished. Like the one in front of him. She had on high-heeled shoes with some ugly animal print, tight pants and teased-out blonde hair. She reeked of sex and cheap perfume. She had probably just gotten out of the back of some john’s car. She disgusted him... just the sight and smell of her. He wished he could put a rope around her neck and squeeze until she went limp. He smiled to himself knowing that very soon that is exactly what he would have a chance to do because waiting in his trunk, tied up with duct tape, was his next victim. She was a whore, too. Just like the one asking him if he wanted paper or plastic. He smiled again.

"I like plastic, ma’am," he drawled. She smiled back at him. Women. They were all whores who needed to be punished.

Story by:

Heather Camacho

submitted at 11:21pm

6 February 2010