"A fake orgasm." The thickly accented, crude introduction came from none other than that villainous skank known as Madam.
The reason why you came to her manner is unclear as her blood shot orb began sizing you up in a silent stare. But you aren't in any sort of real danger. She was just a crazy skirt. A woman said to be a gentle loon. As you watch a feather fling from the cuff of Madam's provocative get up Madam would take a sip of her drink before continuing.
"I repeat." All eyes on this b***h. "You are like a fained orgasm. Troublesome and anti-climatic." A small chuckle relieved the tension filling the room. Madam shifted her weight to her left side and crossed her legs. This allowed her to lean in, your breath mixing with hers. You notice the scent of old alcohol and the faint aroma of weed.
"Trust me. I know bad acting when I see it. And I know a real orgasm when I feel it."
You stay seated, why, there is nothing else you could do as you watched this woman rise from her chair. It was as if you were a child again. That feeling of being two inches tall snuck up as the blond spread out her arms in a dramatic display, her head being forced back as she cackled. This laugh sending chills down spines. It was so violent in nature her body shook.
"Now.." Madam turned to face you once again, her hands lacing fingers together. "Make like a jazz player and scat." Suddenly there was barking sounding from the other end of the door. Barking of dogs who were foaming at the mouth. Giant ******** dobermans who haven't been fed it weeks. The pit forming in the bottom of your stomach grows. Your palms are beginning to sweat.
You jump from your chair to turn towards Madam.
But Madam wasn't there.
Release the hounds.
The reason why you came to her manner is unclear as her blood shot orb began sizing you up in a silent stare. But you aren't in any sort of real danger. She was just a crazy skirt. A woman said to be a gentle loon. As you watch a feather fling from the cuff of Madam's provocative get up Madam would take a sip of her drink before continuing.
"I repeat." All eyes on this b***h. "You are like a fained orgasm. Troublesome and anti-climatic." A small chuckle relieved the tension filling the room. Madam shifted her weight to her left side and crossed her legs. This allowed her to lean in, your breath mixing with hers. You notice the scent of old alcohol and the faint aroma of weed.
"Trust me. I know bad acting when I see it. And I know a real orgasm when I feel it."
You stay seated, why, there is nothing else you could do as you watched this woman rise from her chair. It was as if you were a child again. That feeling of being two inches tall snuck up as the blond spread out her arms in a dramatic display, her head being forced back as she cackled. This laugh sending chills down spines. It was so violent in nature her body shook.
"Now.." Madam turned to face you once again, her hands lacing fingers together. "Make like a jazz player and scat." Suddenly there was barking sounding from the other end of the door. Barking of dogs who were foaming at the mouth. Giant ******** dobermans who haven't been fed it weeks. The pit forming in the bottom of your stomach grows. Your palms are beginning to sweat.
You jump from your chair to turn towards Madam.
But Madam wasn't there.
Release the hounds.
