The next guy was even more pathetic than the girl. He was 29, but he looked like a punk. No, seriously, he actually did. A pussy punk. Shivering and looking up at her eyes like how puppies look at their owners when they've pissed on the carpet.
Well, it's understandable. Instead of getting aroused eating pussy, you're getting whipped on the skull with a belt of thorns. I guess some pieces of shit actually enjoy those kinds of kinks. They call it BDSM, if I remember right?
Yes, I'm asking you. I'm the narrator of this story and I'm currently the secretary writing the tales of Agatha for her mostly because she says so. That doesn't stop me from being punished, too. But of course, I'm not going to narrate mine.
Anyways, back to the punk. This guy was more pathetic, not because he sucked at the job, but because this fucking dude had a bad odor and a stench. A sticky tongue and a filthy, horrendous smell. That's why he was shivering. But Gatty hadn't noticed yet. She was too busy staring at the ceiling in ecstasy, waiting for the next tongue.
When this guy finally put just the tip of his tongue on her, it was like he was trying to taste his own death beforehand. She slowly raised her head from the couch, looking down on him.
Heyyyyyyy, she said. Her voice was deep, vibrating in the room. What was that?
I, I, I, I was trying t...
She grabbed his tongue. It was sticky. She didn't even have to bend down; she could smell the rot. He was about to say another word, or try to explain himself both sounded equally pathetic. She yanked his tongue out of his mouth and stuck it back in immediately at amazing speed.
Gatty wasn't just a gangster. She was a demonic one. Apparently, her mother was a witch and her dad was a simp. I think they said he was from India. But when I checked the search engine on my phone, it said no country, place, or destination exists with the name India. But I heard some guys saying those degenerates fuck anything that wears a skirt.
Anyways. Dad fucked witch, Gatty inherited powers. Yup, that's it. No contracts, no system, no weird generic fantasy shit. Her powers manifested when she went to hook up with her then-boyfriend.
She was planning to kill him because she found out he was cheating. I mean, who the fuck cheats on a hot badass girl like Gatty? But you see, that's the point. She wasn't a hot badass bitch back then. It happened soon after. So pay attention, you pussies.
Long story short, they fucked. Her eyes activated, and her strength quadrupled. She had sharper sight; she could see a thousand miles away. She could crack a wall with her thumb. Yup, demonic type shit. And oh, I forgot. She killed him.
Since then, she was like, "Okay, this might not be so bad." She wasn't supposed to be evil at first, but you gotta understand this power was addictive. Like sipping cocaine through a straw. And boy, it was good. Oh, it was addictive.
Then why didn't she use her power to be a hero or kill criminals? That's what you dumbasses are thinking, right? Well, duhhhh. Demonic powers. Boyfriend cheated on her. Put two and two together or put your brains inside your cocks.
Anyways. Where did I stop? Yeah. She yanked the punk's tongue out, stuck it back in, and then shoved her hand into his mouth. Think of how you put your fingers together tightly, then thrust them as if to pass through a wall. Just like the Flash. That's how she stuck her hand into his mouth and popped it out the back of his head.
She flicked her hands, a habit now for removing the blood. She pissed into the hole she'd carved out of his head. A little way of saying, "You're not even worth shit even when you're dead."
Next! she yelled.
It thundered across the room. It was time to get serious. It was time to get naked.