Humans and their recycling.

Damn them all!

Why couldn’t they learn to leave well enough alone? I was fine and happy in my slumber. No one was bothering me with banal wishes, I didn’t have to follow anyone around and turn their lives into a living hell. We were at peace, or so I thought.

How many decades, centuries, millennia had I slumbered?

The world had changed. The little humans and their tools had progressed far, but still were short of my kind. Then again, no mortal would be able to bear the curse and power of the Djinn.

And yet, what have they done to me?

What have they done to my home?

Come on! It’s a lamp. You pick it up, rub it, and make a wish. Haven’t they ever seen a movie? You don’t scrap it and melt it down. You don’t treat it like a tin can.

I’m a Djinn, feared and respected through the ages. Sure, I may not make funny jokes like Robin Williams and I’m out to sabotage you at every turn, but come on. Rub, wish, curse! Not pick the lamp up, melt it down, and use it to make a vending machine!

It might have even been bearable had I wound up on some corner where some straggler would come by every week or so, but no, here I am at some busy intersection of human interaction. Every time I think I’m about to drift off into peaceful sleep, one of those overgrown monkeys comes by, puts their little round coins into my home, and then pushes the feed button like well trained lab rats.

Well, from now on, you humans aren’t getting just a soda for your money. I’m going to give you a piece of my wrath, too. Maybe one day, you’ll fuck yourselves into oblivion and then I can finally get some sleep.

“Look, Tony, if you can’t accept that I’m saving myself for marriage, we’re through.” Angela held her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder while she dug through her purse looking for some loose change.

“So what if Rebecca Jones slept with Steve. If she fucked the football team, does that mean you want me to?” Finding a fourth quarter, Angela slid her purse down to the crook of her elbow and took the phone back in her hand. She stepped away from the vending machine.

“I know we took the vow together. I’m pissed and disappointed in her for breaking it. But still, just because she did doesn’t mean I’m going to.” Angela turned back to the vending machine and put her coins in.

One.

“Just because I’m a cheerleader doesn’t mean I’m retarded. I get your innuendos and don’t really appreciate them.”

Having just come from practice, the blonde senior was still in her uniform. She found the button for the sports drink and pushed it. It came clunking out of the bottom.

Two.

“Yes, Tony, I know we’re going to colleges on opposite sides of the country. But... No... But if you really did love me you’d respect my wishes.” Angela reached down and picked up the can of juice. She cracked the top open and took a big mouthful.

Three.

“Fine then, if you really feel that way, I wish you were dating the biggest slut in school!” Angela paused. Tony was saying something to her but she couldn’t pay attention.

Something was happening to her.

She felt things shift under her uniform. A slight breeze blew across her bare pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her cheeks burned, so many people had been watching at practice today. How many times had she jumped up, spreading her legs? Everyone would have seen everything. But that was the point, wasn’t it?

Something else was happening.

Her top felt tighter. Her breasts... tits... were inflating. They were growing out into slut-sized balloons. She looked down. She could no longer see her toes past her massive tits. Before she touched them, she knew they were fake. All sluts had fake tits. At 18, she didn’t know how she was able to afford such large implants.

On second thought, Angela did know.

A dark-eyed guy walked up and stood beside her at the machine. He wasn’t subtle in his appraisal of her. She grinned and remembered the phone.

“Sorry, Charlie, for a minute there, I lost myself. I was just thinking of how nice it was to have your cock sliding in and out of me. Oh! Fuck! Tony. Sorry. Wait. Tony who?” Angela laughed. “Yeah I guess you could say that we were dating. Personally, I thought it was just a nice one time fuck, but hey, po-tay-to po-tah-to.”

“Gotta go.” Angela snapped her phone closed and ran her hand down the guy who had been checking her out. “I know a nice dark alley where I can show you some cheer routines for a buck or two.”

The guy smiled at the slutty cheerleader and followed her to a not-so secluded side street. Any passerby could have looked down and seen him plow into the loose girl. Angela didn’t care. So long as she was filled with cock more often than not, she had no cares in the world.

Humans were so easy. I might have to live in indignity, spitting out drinks for change. But they had to live with the additional bonuses I spit out as well. And don’t think that I had to hear the words ‘I wish’. Sure, they do make things easier but really all I needed was to hear anything about them that I could latch onto. A need, a want, even an unusual habit of using metaphors, any of those would work. I was just getting started.

“Hold on, let’s take a break for a moment.”

Cindy stopped next to the shady corner, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees. She breathed heavily and slowly twisted to stretch her tired muscles.

“Babe, we gotta push through the pain if we’re going to be ready for the marathon next month.”

“Oh I’ll be ready for it, Neal. I’m in the best shape of my life.” Cindy stood up, arching her back, thrusting out her sports bra and catching her boyfriend giving in to an ogle.

“The question is, will you?”

“Hey, I’m absolutely ready. Let’s just get on with it. We have two more miles to go.”

Cindy held her side. “Not just yet, I need another minute. Damn if I’m not thirsty.”

“Here, have a soda. Convenient vending machine and it’s my treat.” Neal pulled some change from his pocket and handed it to Cindy. She looked at it, then over to the machine.

“Nah... I’m not so sure. You know soda makes me crave something salty.”

Neal smiled. “Then maybe you’ll run faster so we get to a longer break. Then you can catch a bite to eat.”

“Oh all right. But you better be able to keep up.”

Cindy slid the coins into the slot.

One.

“Let’s see, generic diet soda should do just fine.” She pressed the button.

Two.

The can thunked into the opening and Cindy reached down to take it. Her hair came unclipped as she bent over and long brown strands fell into her face. Standing up, Cindy popped the tab and looked over at Neal.

Three.

“Ahhh... this is good.”

“You’re welcome.” Neal said, twisting in place as he prepared for more jogging.

“This is soooo fucking gooood!” Cindy moaned, gulping down more of the drink.

Neal stopped stretching and looked at his girlfriend. Her eyes were lowered, the intensity rather sudden in her dilated pupils. “Babe, you okay?”

“Sooooo fucking good. But this gives me cravings!”

Cindy leaned back, downing the last of her soda. She tossed the can in the green bin labeled ‘Please Recycle’ and spun around. Looking at Neal with wide eyes, she moved her hands up along her sides, caressing her taut belly, feeling the thin perspiration and moving her fingers up to the undersides of her breasts.

Neal was staring. “Cravings? You mean something salty, right?”

Cindy licked her lips. “Salty, yesssss... I need something salty right NOW!”

Tackling Neal with more energy than she’d had all day, Cindy shoved him back into a darkened corner of a nearby building entranceway. She reached up and completely freed her hair, shaking it so it settled seductively around her cheeks. She fell to her knees in front of her boyfriend, his eyes as wide as his sudden grin.

“Salty!” She said, smacking her lips in anticipation.

Tugging at the shoulder straps of her sports bra, Cindy let her tits jiggle freely as her fingers snaked inside Neal’s pants and found what she desperately wanted.

“Mmmmph.... tho gooooood, tho therrry guud!” Cindy swallowed his cock whole, all the way down her throat. Up and down, up and down, she bobbed her head so hard she grew lightheaded.

Neal grunted and bit his fist to keep from crying out. He watched others pass by, unaware of what they were doing so close by. He looked down at the top of Cindy’s head, sucking his cock like a crazed woman.

“Mmmmphhhh!” Cindy moaned in muffled pleasure as she felt his cock swell and explode, blasting her stomach full of his seed. It came and it came, again and again, and it tasted so incredibly good. It was so incredibly good and salty.

Popping her face off his cock, Cindy stood and looked him in the eyes, a thin dribble of semen rolling down her chin. “Let’s get home. I need more inside me. More salty goodness, right now!”

“But... but... the marathon.” Neal breathed heavily. “What about our routine?”

Cindy grabbed his hand and placed it on her tits. As he squeezed lightly and then harder, she leaned up towards his face. “Screw the marathon. I have a new routine. It’s called see how much cum you can feed into my holes. You up for it?”

“Fuck yeah... come on.” Neal grabbed Cindy and barely even covered her tits back up before dragging her off down the street.

If I were turned into the thing that I most hated, I’d definitely be turned into a human. Fortunately for me, I’m cursed forever to be an angry spiteful spirit. Not so fortunate for those who are thirsty, they’ll soon be cursed to be the thing they hate forever.

Susan parked her Porsche SUV and hopped out. She straightened her Gucci pant suit and grabbed her matching purse. She clacked along in her fashionable Christian Louboutin heels. Normally, she wouldn’t have been caught dead on what she considered to be the “dirty” side of town, but today it couldn’t be avoided. Foolishly, she had given her maid the day off, not realizing her luggage was getting back from the repair shop today.

She’d contemplated just leaving it until tomorrow and making Lucia go get it, but she’d received a sudden invite to a party in Paris and needed to fly out tonight. So here she was in an area of town she’d much rather not be it.

As she walked the brief distance from where she’d parked to the shopping center, she started to get thirsty in the warm sun. She noticed a vending machine on the corner and headed over to it. Susan knew there would be no Perrier, but maybe it would have some mineral water.

Down near the bottom, there was a button for a generic off brand of water. It was better than nothing she thought and pulled a crisp one out of her wallet. She fed it into the bill slot, making sure her hand didn’t actually come in contact with the dirty looking machine.

The motors on the machine whirred forwards then back as it rejected her bill. She tried one more time, with the same failed results. The brand new bill failed in the third attempt as well.

“Stupid machine!” Susan yelled and slammed her fist into it.

One.

She tried a fourth time and the bill disappeared into the slot. Using her purse to hit the button for the water, she waited. Nothing came out. She hit the button again and again. Nothing came out. “Argh!” she screamed and slammed her palm into the button. The battle of water came clunking out.

Two.

She bent over and retrieved her drink from the slot.

Three.

Betty Sue popped the top on her beer and guzzled it down. She crushed the empty can and tossed it on the ground. She couldn’t believe her luck, a vending machine with beer in it! She wiped her mouth on her arm and adjusted her Daisy Dukes, the thin fabric running through her crotch was irritating her cunny lips again.

She searched through her wallet for some more change. “Shit, wouldn’cha know it? Just as I find a machine with beer in it, I gotta run out a money.” She adjusted her ACDC halter top, one of her titties was bout to pop out. She’d worn her favorite shirt and hottest pair of Daisy Dukes for her trip to the fancy part of town.

The top stopped just below her boobies and left her pierced belly button and slight pot belly exposed. Her sides and stomach were squeezed over the sides of her short shorts. The strands from the torn off legs dangled on the curve of her ass and her confederate flag tattoo poked out from between them.

Betty Sue looked down at her dirty bare feet. “Aw fuck, I forgot my slippers. Them stores don’t let no one in without shoes on.” She turned and headed back to her rusted old F150.

James came around the corner in time to see the aging redneck woman walk off. He could see the Confederate flag tattooed on her ass and felt the anger rise in him. “We’re all God’s creatures. We’re all God’s creatures,” he calmed himself.

He stopped in front of the vending machine the woman had walked away from and looked down at the discarded beer can in disgust. It wasn’t even noon yet. He picked up the empty can and tossed it in the green recycling bin next to the machine. A few drops of beer splattered on his penny loafers.

Sighing, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped them off. Not wanting to get the beer in his Docker’s pockets, he thought hard about tossing the handkerchief, but put it in his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and fed a dollar into the machine in front of him.

One.

He pushed the button for the bottled water.

Two.

Picking it up, he opened the top and downed his can of beer in one shot. “Yeah! That sure hits the spot on a hot day like today.”

Three.

Jimmy Bob didn’t notice as his white polo shirt transformed into an ill-fitting T-shirt that couldn’t cover up his bulging stomach. He also wasn’t smart enough to get the irony of the “No Fat Chicks” lettering that was stretched out by his girthy frame.

“I could sure use another one of those.” Jimmy Bob opened his wallet and found his last two singles. He was saving them for the strip club, then he remembered that heavenly beauty that’s walked away when he’d come up. He’d been too nervous to talk to her then, but now that he was liquored up, he was feeling right brave.

As quick as he could, he fed the singles into the vending machine and hit the button for two more beers. Holding them in hand, he ran off after his dream girl.

He caught up with her as she slammed the rusty door of her truck closed. He ran up and yelled, “Xcuse me ma’am.”

“Whachu want?” She said, eyeing him.

Jimmy Bob was out of breath now and he bent over and rest his hands on his knees. “I...I...”

“Spit it out, porky, I ain’t got all day.”

“That machine back there, it uhh, shot two cans of beer out when I pushed the button. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to share them with me.”

Betty Sue’s face lit up. “Now stranger, why didn’t you say so earlier. Hop on up.”

Jimmy Bob hopped up in the trashy girl’s truck and gave her the beer. A minute later, two empty cans went flying out the windows and a minute after that, the truck started rocking back and forth. Jimmy Bob and Betty Sue were a match made in trailer park heaven.

As if humans really weren’t enjoying the punishment I dealt out to them. Sometimes they were strange little creatures, getting off on being in the most restrictive situations. I should receive a medal for putting up with them. Of course some idiot would probably come along and take my medal and recycle it into an ash tray or something.

Stupid humans.

The door opened to one of the surrounding retail stores, two women hastily walking out and continuing to gab.

“Joann, you really should thank whatever lucky stars kept you from getting tied down like I am. Did I tell you what Harold did last week?”

“No Sue, what’s that?” Joann asked. The two stepped up to the corner and stood there waiting.

“The man is a complete bum when it comes to disciplining the kids. He completely ignored the mess they were making in the kitchen. Said something about some game distracting him on TV. I swear he wouldn’t know how to discipline a pillow.”

Joann looked at the drink machine and licked her lips. “So they made a little mess, that doesn’t sound that bad.” Sitting her bags down, Joann fumbled through her purse.

“Well, guess who cleans the mess up? It sure isn’t Harold. I tell you, you really are lucky to not be so tied down by kids and a lousy husband like Harold.”

Putting her coins in the machine, Joanne laughed.

One.

“Hey, at least you have someone. I’m alone. You really think that’s fun?” She selected a grape soda and pressed the button.

Two.

“Joann, you wouldn’t like it so much. Believe me. It can be rough and it’s nice to have your freedom.”

Joann turned to give her friend a look. The drink clinked down below and she reached for it. “Maybe so, Sue, but sometimes I really wish I had someone like Harold to tie me down. Nothing wrong with being tied.”

Picking up the grape soda, her hand seemed to tingle.

Three.

“You wanna be tied up bitch?” Sue said, grabbing Joann hard and swinging her around towards the edge of the curb. “You want these titties of yours squeezed into balls until you think they might pop? Maybe we can arrange for that?”

Joann dropped her grape soda and watched it roll away. She felt the strength in Sue’s grip tightening on her clothes but didn’t notice either of their clothes changing.

Sue’s short brown hair spiked up into a butch style that matched the black leather she was wearing. Her bracelets morphed into black spiked rings. Her nose sprouted an assortment of piercings and tattoos wound their way up the woman’s arms.

Joann felt her short mini skirt tightening, wrapping her curvy thighs. She looked down as her cleavage ballooned up into melons much larger than Sue’s. She couldn’t help but gasp as Sue jammed a hand down the front of her skirt and thrust some fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Who is we?” Joann asked meekly.

Sue yanked her hand up from Joann’s cunt and grabbed a big meaty tit in her fingers. “You dare address me without using my title?”

“Mistress, MISTRESS! I’m sorry!” Joann shouted, feeling her nipple twist painfully.

“That’s better. Now as I said. Harold will be here to pick us up. He can handle you. Believe me, he’ll know what to do to you. Then we can all have a little fun.”

There was a screech across the parking lot as the large black van swerved to avoid running a few pedestrians over. Slamming into some abandoned shopping carts, it careened wildly towards the corner, braking roughly right in front of Sue and Joann.

The side door slid open and inside a heavily bearded man looked out.

“This her?”

Sue grinned and forced Joann to walk towards the open door. “Yep, this is the bitch I was telling you about. She needs the full treatment. You ready?”

Harold rubbed his hands together and smiled, showing a row of sparkling white teeth with one bright gold one. “You bet babe. I’ll have this girly squealing like a pig in no time.”

Sue shoved Joann into the van and she fell to floor, dark black carpeting covering the back compartment. Harold grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head, tying them securely to a post mounted near the rear doors. He then spread her legs and tied each one to a smaller post behind both front seats.

“Hey slut, you ready to be fucked while bound?”

Joann giggled and tried to look serious. “Sure stud. Who’s gonna do me first?”

Sue reached out and slapped the woman. “Hey, address him as Master, bitch.”

Joann grinned, her face red from the slap. “Master, go ahead and have your way with me!”

Harold tightened her bindings and looked down at the large tits barely contained in her top. “These are nice!” He said, grabbing both tits and squishing them hard, ripping the fabric of her top as he pulled both nipples far out, letting them spring back in place.

“They’re all yours, Master.” Joann said. She suppressed another giggle as both Sue and Harold began assaulting her tits.

“Ohhhh... Ohhh yesss!” She screamed, squirming in her ropes.

Each one, Master and Mistress slapped at a tit, beating it from side to side like punching bags. They grabbed her nipples, pulling them way up, stretching her tits into elongated udders, before clamping metal clips to them and hanging those to a hook on the roof of the van.

Joann cried out in orgasm as the stimulation and pleasure play was becoming too much.

Harold stopped massaging her breasts and looked down at her tiny skirt. “Let’s see how nice and tight that cunt is, slut.”

Sue worked her way in next to her husband. “Yeah, let’s make sure she isn’t hiding a cherry down there.”

“Ohhh...” Joann cried out as Harold ripped away her panties and shoved a fat finger up inside her.

“A bit tight.” He said, looking at Sue. “We’ll have to loosen her up.”

Joann was biting her lip and nearly passed out as Harold started to work his fingers into her. In seconds he’d worked his entire fist into her and was punching forward, bouncing her around in her restraints.

“OHHhhh FUCK!” Joann shouted.

Her eyes were wide and her legs wiggled with every thrust Harold sent into her. Sue was now leaning over her sucking on the stretched tits her friend was hanging from.

“You hear that, Harold? Bitch wants to be fucked. Go ahead and do her. Shove that cock inside and fill this cunt up!”

Harold dropped his leather pants and did just that. He hardly hesitated or cared whether Joann was comfortable. He simply slammed his cock entirely into her womb and began battering it harder than ever.

“Fuck, she’s a tight one. Bet she’s never had a cock like mine inside her. I’ll have to make sure she enjoys it.”

Joann was whimpering in pleasure, her hair dangling in her face as Sue continued squeezing and licking at her nipples. Pulling away, Sue looked back at her husband as he screwed the woman into a comatose state. “Yeah, Harold. Do it. Fuck her so hard she can’t walk for a week. We can have all kinds of fun with her during a week.”

“OOhhhh... Oh fuck yessssss!” Joann cried out weakly.

The van continued to shake and Harold was rocking harder than ever into her, reaching forward and holding her tits like handles as he sent his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Suddenly, he let go of her tits and grabbed her around the waist.

“Ready bitch, ready to be fucking inflated cause I got a load saved up like you never seen.”

Joann screamed out in climax. “Ohhhh yessss, do it. Fucking do it!”

Her ropes tightened as every muscle in her body tensed. She arched her back and Harold sank fully inside her. His cum felt like a flood inside her, a hot creamy flood that never wanted to cease. When he finally pulled out, her cunt was so packed that it looked as though she were bloated or had the beginning to a belly.

“Look at that.” Sue said. She pointed and Joann struggled to look past her stretched breasts.

“You’re all filled up. Well get used to it slut, we’ll have you so big you won’t fit in that tiny skirt any more.” Sue laughed, slapping Harold in the side. “Won’t we, Harold? We’ll fuck the slut so much she’ll wish she never came to me for this abuse.”

Harold laughed and wiped his cock on Joann’s thighs. “You better believe it babe.”

As Harold climbed in front and started the van back up, Sue leaned down and took a slow lick of her friend’s packed pussy. “So how about it, cunt? You still glad you wanted to be tied down?”

“Fuckkkk yeahhh!” Joann gasped. Her friend’s tongue was doing wonders on her and all the cum Harold had just shot inside her felt like it was soaking into her brain. Her tits ached, her wrists were sore, and her ankles seemed numb, but all Joann could imagine was just what sort of kinky fun awaited when they got to wherever they were going.

Nerds.

Fucking nerds.

“Ooo look at me! I’m so smart! I can turn used metal into something else.” Fucking nerds.

I hated them 2,000 years ago, I still hate them today. They were the ones who always thought they knew how to get the better of me. “Mee Mee Mee, I wish for infinite wishes.” Granted, your dog now has infinite wishes.

Just because Romans wore togas didn’t mean Roman nerds stuck out less than modern day nerds. I was still a free spirit when humans were only cave men, but I’m sure cave men nerds stuck out, too.

Fucking nerds.

“Hurry up, Agent Mulder!” Patricia yelled at her boyfriend, Dan.

Dan, was still fiddling with some coins in his trench coat pocket. “I’m coming Agent Scully! Give me a second to get a drink.”

Patricia stood with her and Dan’s best friends Alex and Rebecca. The four of them were on their way to SciFi Con XI and were running a little late. Patricia couldn’t understand why. She and Dan were going as Agents Mulder and Scully. With Patricia’s naturally red hair, all they had to do was throw on some suits and trench coats, no special makeup or anything. Alex and Rebecca, on the other hand, were going as Klingon warriors, full makeup and everything, yet they’d been ready to go first.

They’d missed the first bus, which made them miss the train, which made them miss their transfer. They’d missed so many connections that they’d just given up and started walking. Now, they were almost there, but Dan had gotten thirsty and stopped to get something from a vending machine.

“You guys want anything?” he asked.

“I’d love a water,” Rebecca replied.

“Give me a Mellow Yellow or Mountain Dew, whichever it has,” Alex said.

Patricia put her hands on her hips. “Fine get me something, too. Just hurry up.”

Dan stepped back from the vending machine with his drink in hand. “Whoa! I asked if you wanted something, never said I was going to get you something.”

Patricia stood in shock. What an ass! She shot lasers of hate at him as he walked off in the direction of the convention center. He was going to get an ear full later.

The other two followed after Dan, drinks in hand. Patricia didn’t really want anything to drink, but she really wanted to dump something on Dan’s head. She pulled out some money and tossed it in the machine.

One.

She pushed a random button for a drink.

Two.

She picked it up and opened it.

Three.

Was she really going to do this? Patricia downed the alcohol in her hand. Before she could back out completely, Dan turned around in front of the two people Patricia was following. He whipped open his trench coat to reveal his naked body.

His massive cock dangled halfway down the side of his leg. He had black eyes and large elephant ears tattooed on his pelvis and large white tusks tattooed on his thighs. Combined with his giant dick, it looked like he had an elephant’s face attached to his waist.

Patricia was ready when the couple turned around. Before they could flee, she ripped her trench coat open and flashed them. Her enormous tits jutted off her chest. She knew they were probably reading the tattoo just below her belly button. It read, “Fuck me here,” and had an arrow pointing at her pussy. She had a matching one on her back that read, “And here, too!” that pointed at her ass.

Dan ran between the two strangers and crashed into Patricia. He tore her coat off and attacked her body. She grabbed his manhood and started getting him hard.

Pushing him down to the ground, she aimed his stiff rod at her dripping hole and slid it inside of her. She bounced up and down on her boyfriend’s cock in the middle of the sidewalk right next to the vending machine. She knew if anyone came up, she’d beg them to fill her ass, too.

“Lex! We don’t have time!” Becca scolded her boyfriend, who was looking at the fucking couple. “We’re already so late.”

Becca was pissed. It was her first time headlining a porn star convention and her dumbass boy toy was thinking about fucking some skank in public.

Lex too a swig of the bottle of Jack he was carrying. “Couldn’t I just-”

“No!” She grabbed his beefy hand and started pulling the muscular man down the road. Becca couldn’t blame him though. Any other day and she’d have wanted to try that massive cock out herself.

She finished her pint of Smirnoff and tossed the empty bottle in some bushes. She was definitely going to need a bit more if she was going to handle getting torn a new one by her producer. Hopefully she’d have time for a quick line.

Lex pulled his hand out of hers. “Sorry, babe, this shit doesn’t happen everyday.”

He left Becca standing alone and headed back to the fucking on the sidewalk.

Becca stamped her feet in her 9 inch platforms. “Fuck you! Don’t Fucking come back ever!” she screamed and stormed off.

Approaching the rutting couple, Lex tenderly asked, “Mind if I join in?”

The guy looked up. “Which hole you want?”

“I’m good for either.”

“Take her ass, I need to get some water real quick.” The guy pulled out of the slut and gestured for Lex to take over.

The girl wiggled her rear at him and Lex dropped his pants. He entered her back door and was starting to get going when something wet hit his head. Did that fucker piss on him?

He looked up and there was some man in a “Jesus Saves” T-shirt holding a bottle of water. He was pouring it on him and the nameless woman he was enjoying.

“The fuck you doin’?”

Dan raised his hands high in the air. “Let this Holy Water cleanse the evil from your souls! Satan has a hold of you, my children! Only those lost souls that are confused by the silver tongued serpent would perform such perverse acts in public.”

Lex pulled his wilting cock out of the slut and she fell to the ground. He glared at the fanatic.

“Come with me and I shall cleanse his touch from your shoulder before it is too late and He pulls you down into the fiery depths of hell.”

Without thought, Lex punched Dan in the jaw. He picked the naked girl up and tossed her over his shoulder.

He headed off after Becca. “Come on, bitch. Let’s go make you a star.”