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Lee B 04
“Well, it’s all your fault, Lee B, for introducing me to the Falcon’s and it’s all your fault that we have all been getting along and it’s all your fault that we’re going to an underground party tonight after work, so?”
“Oh, but Suzie, is it all my fault that you and Falcon Cee C got all involved in a battle of the hips sizes, you know, without even bothering to compare the number sizes of your undies or using a tape measure then, hmm Suzie?”
“Well, you were the one who was crying about having our panties for some freaky “In Home Use Only” sex aid invention and then positioned our naked bodies up for a sight comparison, so just shut it, Lee B! But I appreciate how you put your fist under the tape measure when Falcon Cee C and I got into a boob size fight. And maybe thanks for the quick licks down there before you pucker kissed Falcon Cee C’s puckered rim, but with the way her hair was flinging around, well, maybe another time. Anyways, I might need extra fresh breath for this party tonight and Jimmy J has been crying all week for some release, so what did you come up with in your sex aid invention Si Fi lab to help the love of life out then, hmm Lee B?”
“Oh, oh, Suzie, I hit on it this time and my status of the “helmet head only” blow jobs status is guaranteed! I bought an automotive lower radiator hose with a nice curving bend in it and a giant washer from a locomotive diesel engine and boom, the banana curve in the rubber hose is perfect for Jimmy J and giant washer holds my pucker kiss suction dimension perfectly!”
“OMFG, Lee B, just order a couple of pizzas and subs for your Strip cruising buds and suck my boyfriend off all the way Konya travesti with your cute little mouth and throat then, jeez!”
I mean, the words had to come from Suzie, right? Tee, he.
“And his banana curve works for us, by the way! When I roll my hips like this (ka-boom, ka-boom), everything works out, so.”
[From the Pizza Shop customers waiting on their orders, LOL, stares of being stunned and turned on]
“And all of this has to end soon, Lee B! Like in eight months or something.”
I mean, it’s not like I had my phone on voice record or anything.
“SOB, Lee B! I could go for another eight months of this! What’s our cover story since you swallowed me to the base then, hmm?”
“Oh, Jimmy J, I wrapped you in a injured arm sling and used long rubber bands around your neck and twanged the rubber bands until you bounced off just from that, so?”
It could work, you don’t know.
“Lee B, you don’t always have to have food delivered to the Strip, but I’ll wife you if you keep this up for like another eight months, so?”
“LOL, that’s funny, Kevin, but enjoy and fill your belly. I’ll be back in a bit. I just want to say “hey” to the logo t-shirt crew. That’s them just over there, siting in their car.”
[Munch, munch, whatever, munch]
“Hey guys.”
“Koozie and rubber band boy! What’s happening then, hmm?”
“One, two, three, four in the sedan, oh, I’m just wondering what it’s like to cruise the Strip in someone else’s car and remove one article of clothing at every traffic light, that’s all. Especially in a large sedan with blacked out windows, but with only a driver in the car, so?”
[A Konya travestileri couple of scoffs, a couple of pissed off crew members, sedan doors open and three exit, scoffing]
“I have a “helmet head only” rep, Todd and trying to squirm out of these Capri jeans might take three traffic lights, so?”
“Oh, I mean, it sounds like it would be a tie for the extra time and traffic lights then if we swung back around to the beginning of the Strip using the warehouse alley then, Lee B, so?”
“Oh, I mean, I would actually like that, Todd, but keep the windows up. The stupid wind keeps flipping my hair away from curling just under my chin, so?”
“I mean, Lee B, is it still a tie if we cheat your funky sex rep tonight then?”
“You want to go deep with me then, Todd?”
“Lee B, I know you’re curious about going deep and I promise you, you won’t die and we can even come up with a safe word. Besides, that over sized pipe wrench in your hand looks dangerous, so.”
[Clank, clank, clank goes the pipe wrench dimension invention out of the window]
“Well, even if I won’t die, my safe word is when I cry, so.”
“And the broken finger temporary cast?”
[Clink, clink, clink goes the temporary broken finger cast out of the window]
“I’m keeping the ski rope, Todd! I like how they wove in all the different colors, so.”
[And the squirming and shimmy out the Capri jeans begins]
“I’ll leave my undies on, Todd. I know you’re not interested in my front, so.”
[Red light, squirm, shimmy]
“Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, Todd, you just made a left without your blinker, so?”
“It’s just a Strip short cut, that’s Travesti konya all, Lee B, but it counts as a traffic light, so squirm.”
Like there’s any such things as a Strip short cut, right? That led straight to the damn warehouse alley!
“Holy hell, that’s deep, Todd, holy hell, ow, ow, ow, that’s deep, oh, oh.”
“(Fricking tight little ass.)”
[Hump, hump, grind, grind, hump, push, hump, grind, thrust, thrust, push]
“Waa, waah, waah, I’m crying, Todd, waah, waah, waah.”
[Thump, thump, pump, thrust, thrust, ow, ow, slam, slam, slam, ooh, oh, thump, pump, slam]
“Or pushing back, Lee B!”
[Hump, hump, grind, grind, hump, push, hump, grind, thrust, thrust, push]
“I got your virgin deep, right Lee B?”
“Woo, woo, woo, not tell, Todd, woo, woo, have rep, ooh, ooh, oh, oh that’s deep!”
“Are you crying, Lee B?”
“No Todd, but am I bleeding? Ooh, oh, oh, that’s deep.”
[Thump, thump, pump, thrust, thrust, ow, ow, slam, slam, slam, ooh, oh, thump, pump, slam]
“Ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, hm, hm, ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, hm, hm, ooh, ooh, ahh, oh, ahh, ahh, oh.”
“[Mwah] You peeked my front, Todd [mwah].”
“Well, talk about what we don’t talk about, so.”
“Touch me, Todd.”
And that never works just after guy finishes, right? They need that “recovery” time and all, so. They also need to get rid of the evidence, LOL, me.
“Door to door, service at your truck, Lee B, but no good bye kiss, so.”
[Fluffs hair in the vanity mirror]
[Beep, beep, beep]
“I need to get moving on the Strip, Lee B!”
“(Asshole.)”
[Flings sedan door open, makes a hissy fit exit and slams the sedan door closed]
“Hoot, hoot, hissy fit exit, woo, woo, ooh la, la, hoot, holla, one and done.”
The Middleton Strip, right? Chuck full of assholes, for Pete’s sakes! Except for Chuck and Pete. They’re a dynamic duo and usually behave themselves.
End Lee B 04
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