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Despite my sense that it would end in disaster, I let her go ahead with the seduction.

“But I don’t know,” said Ella.

“That’s right, baby, and if you ever hope to find out, you better get your ass over there and start acting sexy.”

“Do you think we’ve got a chance of picking her up?”

“Of course,” I lied, “more than a chance.”

Her lips started getting that fuck-me pout, but I didn’t think we had time before my little red-headed OBJECT left the party. Then again, I thought, if I give it to her right, she’ll agree to just about anything, which is nice.

I fucked her thrice. When we came out of the bathroom, I made sure to give my orders before she caught her breath.

“Don’t use that pouty lip on her, women don’t fall for that crap. Be gentle or something, whatever it takes. Now GO!” I gave her a friendly kick in the ass and she was off.

While she made her way over to my OBJECT, I went to refill my drink. Before I could get to the bar, I was accosted by my arms dealer.

“You again.”

He smelled like a stoolie, a stinky little stoolie. Before he could say a word, I slugged him in the gut.

“That’s for the Detroit job,” I said, even though the job had gone just fine.

Date Written: January 26, 1996
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.4

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