Throwback Thursday Story: Bar Slut

Another story from The 350 Collection which was all stories that were exactly 350 words on length. Like the previous one I posted on my blog, Baby Wants To Fuck, this was somewhat influenced by the film Blue Velvet. It was a film that I obviously adore and like most of David Lynch’s work has been a beautiful and therapeutic mental mindfuck in my life.

Enjoy! 

 

The girl sat in the bar, allowing all of the men in the bar to buy her drinks. She got off watching them eyeing one another like angry animals in the jungle, fighting for her vagina.

If they could, they would probably mount her vagina on the wall next to their football trophies, trophies earned from playing the gridiron on Friday nights. Back when people cared about their existence, before they became another nameless being working double shifts in the factory.

She wondered how many of them still thought back on their high school sweethearts. The girls who had taken their virginities, the girls who they spent Friday nights with after the big football game making love in the parking lot, the girls they partied with on Saturdays and then relaxed with on Sunday before another meaningless week, wasting their time in public schools that had as much to teach as a lost episode of Yo Gabba Gabba!

The girl agreed, most guys who paraded in bars late into the night tended to be shadows of their former selves. Once hopeful beings, now tended to be angry white men who liked Trump because he had a beef with anybody who was darker than his shade of color on the Sheldon Williams paint guide.

A muscular tall man had been buying her apple pie shots for the last couple of hours and the girl agreed to take him home. On the inside, she smirked looking at all of the tough alpha males with their beards hanging their heads, thinking about how they were about to go home and jerk off to yet again the same PornHub video they have jerked off to since middle school.

The muscular tall man was at best a mediocre fuck. He was your typical thrust with all fury and anger and cum in under five minutes.

The woman could tell when he was about to cum and that was when she cut off his cock.

He bled to death just like the others.

“I still have you inside of me! It helps me. I need you.”

 

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