San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 2

San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 2 San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 2

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Crude rude and humerous.

Summary

Crude rude and humerous.

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Submitted: October 10, 2012

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Submitted: October 10, 2012

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The next chapter in my tragic tale takes place in New York in the year of 1982. Micheal Jacksons Thriller had just been released on the airwaves and there was a feeling of excitement in the air of average Americans for the coming of the nightwachmen was apon them. My undercover work had me traveling from place to place, often assuming different names; my most recent one being "The elusive Roger of ...
San Francisco". I had killed many a man, and the work was beginning to take its toll on me both physically and mentally. But mainly mentally. I still looked ridiculously amazing. Infact it was all mentally. Anyway I could tell I was slowly losing my grip on reality due to random events such as me believing that I was infact the Governor of a small mining colony in the south Bahamas.

When the cops set me up with my assignment they only gave me three names, two of which i had to...dispose of. The third was a peculiar name and person, for they required me to kidnap him and bring him to a discrete location of which I do not know yet, for they said that the man I kidnap would be the one to lead me to the place. Moving on, the man I was required capture was a popular TV host named Richard Littleknob. The classified tone of my job was forcing me to act with speed and aggression so in the evening of June 6th I sneaked in through the back doors of the television studio and waited for my prey to come.

The backstage area stunk of sweat and blood, but my rough upbringing was enough to keep me focused on the task at hand. My breathing became shallow as the time passed by; hour by hour. My temptations soon got the better of me so I eventually found myself performing self pleasuration whilst looking out for Littleknob. Naturally Littleknob came out as I was approaching hoitus and I was caught off guard with my trousers around my ankles. I quickly disposed of the mans bodyguards; and my tissues, and bunged him into the car boot.

17.6 nautical miles out of town, I removed Littleknob from his encasement and rigorously interrogated him, using any and every possible method of torture and sexual pleasure/misdemeanors. Richard soon admitted that I needed to bring him back to the place where it all started, and that is when I realized what was going on. I was not in control, I was merely a puppet in the workings of fate. I truly was destined for greatness.

 


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