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By Angelofdeath [Ignore] at 03,Apr,18 15:39   Pageviews: 156

* Any resemblance to real or actual people on this site is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Bad fiction, but still a work of fiction. Hope this makes you chuckle. Excuse typos Ill fix them later.


Dorothea glanced at the grease splattered clock that was hung on the dingy wall above the cash register of the highway 595 diner in Davie where she worked, and let out a sigh of frustration. It was barely forty minutes past her start time of 3 AM, and she had been fifteen minutes late as it was. It was way too early for a smoke break, but she was jonesing for a drag on the half smoked Pall Mall she had sitting above her ear. She couldn't believe her luck when she had found it on the street during her grueling walk to work that morning. She wondered what type of rich person would so callously toss such a gem as that away. She couldn't afford such fancy cigarettes as Pall Mall; she was lucky she could scrape together five bucks a month for rolly papers and bag of loose leaf tobacco. She sighed again in frustration and decided to partake in the free cupa she got as perk of being a long time dedicated employee of the diner instead.

The diner was deserted which was not uncommon for the day and time. Every since the Vixen's opened up across the street, business at the diner was terribly slow. Not that it had ever been hoping to begin with. She was lucky if she was able to scrape up forty bucks a week in tips during the busy seasons. That and the money she made servicing truckers on the side had helped her get by.

She tried her best not to think about the sad state of her finances. Although she was now at the age to retire, she couldn't pay rent on what she got from that check. So she had to work full time to pay the rent for the lot where her old broken down winnebago was parked. Rent had been due that morning, and she still owed late fees from the month before.

Dorothea had just finished wiping down all the tables with an old rag that smelled of vomit and urinal cakes when her stomach started to ache. As she let what was surely a wet one rip, she groaned in pain. "God damn it", she cursed aloud. She knew she shouldn't of had that 3rd cupa joe. It always messed up her gut something wicked. She really hoped she hadn't shart herself. She was down to her last pair of support hose, and they already had runners as it was. She was doing her best to take care of them because they worked like a girdle to keep her tummy tucked in nice and tight. Even if they trapped her farts in something wicked, something that had been her undoing a time or two. Once she had been lucky to spend the night with the cook in the back seat of his Ford Festiva for a night of hard core sex. He had just been released from the state pen that morning and hadn't had a womans touch in over 8 years and wanted to fuck desperately. He had been eyeballing her all night telling her that the pancakes he was making reminded him of her ass. As soon as her shift was done, he had her bent over and ready to rip off her support hose, that was until all the trapped gas in those hose hit him in the face like a blast of tear gas, and it knocked him out cold. Dorothea vowed to never let that happen again.

Dorothea glanced at the kitchen and sighed at the memory. That night had been a sure loss. She still wondered what it would have been like to have Travis pound his jack hammer on her old dirt road. Just thinking about it got her enchilada of love slobbering with minge mucous. Thoughts of Travis's muff buster drilling her fur burger had her hotter than a whore in a confessional. Off in her little fantasy, she didn't notice that her support hose were now coated in a mix of her granny goo and shart splasm. She was now coated like a plasterers radio. The stench was overpowering, and Travis and the dishwasher were yelling for her to clean it up.


She let out another sigh and made her way to clean it up.


*To be continued.

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By Skittles [Ignore] at 06,Apr,18 23:06
¿Dónde está la segunda parte?
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By Angelofdeath [Ignore] at 07,Apr,18 01:19
Patience my padawan.


By beingcurious6 [Ignore] at 06,Apr,18 13:09
Wow! That makes me want to shoot a movie, along with everything else!
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By Demon [Ignore] at 04,Apr,18 20:37
OMFG!!!!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 that was incredible
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By CountryCouple54 [Ignore] at 04,Apr,18 13:50
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By 2nice [Ignore] at 04,Apr,18 11:21
I’m totally digging this.
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By Skittles [Ignore] at 03,Apr,18 19:12
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By HardQbnCock [Ignore] at 03,Apr,18 18:16
This sounds like a scene in a Tarantino movie. Well done. Looking forward to part 2.
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