Evil Meg
Seated all alone by herself on the park bench on this quite May evening an hour before midnight, dark-haired Meg did nothing but stare at the ground as she reached into her pocket and produced a couple of pills, saying to herself, “ Need more..., this is the last I got...what the fuck am I gonna do...no money..., no job...nothing.”
After the twenty five year old drug addict swallowed the last of the two pills, she just continued to sit there, the girl dressed in a black T-shirt, her blue jeans, and a pair of western boots on her feet. With her black mane raised to the top of her head, Meg looked around, seeing the deserted area, the girl sitting there on one of “Lake Pool’s” benches, the small park located in Cleveland’s inner city.
Having nothing to do, Meg was about to get up and leave when she saw a door open from one of the houses across the street, the young lady taking note of an old man holding a garbage bag in his hand, the guy obviously throwing out the trash. Seeing only one light on in the house, Meg realized he was living alone, causing her to slowly raise her nice ass from the bench and remark to her own ears, “ Yea...why not..., why fucken not...he’s old...he can’t fight anymore...yea..., I bet he’s got pills in there...medication as the old people call it..., I call it dope..., ha, ha!”
At a casual pace, the girl strolled across the grassy field covered by a huge willow tree and finally reached the street. However, by this time the old guy was once again back inside his home, causing Meg to quickly go across the street and walk up onto the guy’s front porch, the young bitch knocking on the door. A few seconds later, the man pulled a curtain to the side and yelled through the door, “ Yes...who is it...what do you want?”
Um...ah..., I need to talk to you about something...about your front lawn..., someone did something to it.”
“ What do you mean?”
“ It’s all torn up.”
Fooled by the girl, the old person opened the door and stuck out his head, wishing to see what Meg was referring to. As hard as she could, the young bitch pushed at the guy’s chest and caused him to stumble backwards, back into his own livingroom where he finally tripped over his feet and fell to the floor. Quickly, the brunette stepped inside and shut the door behind her, finally marching up to the old guy still on the floor, the man saying in a feeble and shaky voice, “ What do you want...please..., go away!”
Standing next to him with her hands on her hips, she defiantly replied, “ Give me all your pills and money...I want it now!”
“ I don’t have any...I...”
Before he could finish his sentence, Meg kicked the seventy one year old person in the face with her leather boot, causing blood to come forth, his whole body shaking even faster than before.
“ Where’s all your pills and shit...tell me old man or I’ll kill you.”
Afraid for his life, the old guy finally complied and answered with, “ OK...OK, please...don’t hurt me...please...my stuff’s in the kitchen...on the counter..., by the coffee maker.”
Nodding her head, Meg strolled into the kitchen and found a plastic box with a bunch of smaller pill bottles in it. After she took up the stuff, the young lady turned around and saw the old man struggle to his feet, slowly walking over to a phone located on a small table next to the sofa.
Placing the box back to the counter, Meg quickly went over to the helpless person and pushed him away from the phone before he could call the cops. After he fell over again, Meg grabbed the phone, pulled the cord from the socket, and then threw the thing to the floor, after which she raised her boot and then smashed it to pieces, saying, “ There...you old fuck...how’s that..., now let’s see you call someone...you fucken piece of shit..., you should’ve been dead a long time ago!”
Going back into the kitchen, Meg retrieved the pill box and returned to the livingroom where she parked her ass to the sofa and inspected all the medication, saying, “ Hmmm...yea..., I know most of this stuff here..., downer type stuff...makes me feel good.”
She ate one of the pills and then placed the whole box down on the larger livingroom table, saying, “ OK...good..., now where’s the money?”
“ I don’t have any...please!”
“ What do you mean you don’t have any...where is it?”
“ I don’t have any...I don’t!”
Angered by his negative reply, Meg raised her butt from the couch and went over to the old man still laying on the floor, the girl yelling, “ GIVE ME SOME MONEY!”
“ Please...I don’t have any...please!”
“ Fuck you, asshole...FUCK YOU!”, cried Meg as she again kicked him, this time doing it over and over, yelling, “ MONEY, MONEY...I WANT MONEY!!”
“ I don’t have any...please...please!”
“ GIVE ME MONEY...MONEY, MONEY!”
“ Please...don’t, I don’t have any...please, stop!”
Eventually, Meg realized he was telling the truth, causing her to stop when she looked at him and said, “ OK..., you don’t have any fucken money...so now what am I gonna do with you?”
“ Just leave...please!”
“ Yea? What are you gonna do after I’m gone...you’re gonna crawl over to the neighbor’s place and call the cops..., right?”
“ No I won’t, please...I won’t tell anyone...please!”
Already making up her mind to kill him, the selfish bitch decided to mock him before she does him in, causing her to fold her arms together for a moment and say, “ OK...you old fuck...I’ll let you live if you can get it up for me..., if not..., you die.”
“ What are you talking about?”
“ Oh c’mon..., if you can get it hard, then you’ll live..., if not, then you’ll die.”
“ Please...stop this.”
“ Here..., I’ll help you..., ha, ha!”
Slowly, the girl turned around and then reached for her belt buckle, after which she lowered her pants and panties, exposing her nice smooth and round ASS to the air, saying, “ You see..., how about that..., do you like my ASS?”
Laying on the floor, looking up to the girl, the old guy could do nothing but stare forth, his poor condition making it impossible for him to produce any kind of erotic response.
“ I don’t see a bulge in your pants..., what’s wrong..., don’t you like me?”
“ Please stop this...please!”
“ I’ll help you some more..., here..., how about this?”
Like it was nothing, Meg lowered her nice curvaceous ass right into his face, sitting on the old guy’s head now, parking her butt right on top of him.
“ If that doesn’t do it...then nothing will..., ha, ha!”
Again, there was no response, he didn’t erect. Frustrated with the guy, Meg raised her ass a foot over his face and then said, “ Guess you just can’t do much...you’re pathetic..., you know that?”
Two seconds later, the girl started peeing...pissing right into his face, PEEING AND PEEING until she was done. She then stood up and pulled her clothes back into place, finally saying, “ Well..., this is it...time to die.”
“ No...please...NO!”, cried the victim as Meg strolled over to the small phone table next to the sofa and picked up the wooden thing, returning to the old guy afterward.
SMASH!
Meg brought the thing down over his head, striking him again and again, yelling, “ THERE...YOU OLD FUCK..., DIE...GO TO HELL...FUCK YOU..., FUCK YOU!!”
“NO PLEASE...DON’T!!”, cried the man as he tried to protect himself with his hands.
It didn’t take another minute and the poor guy was dead, a huge pool of blood splattered all over the immediate area.
Finished, Meg simply tossed the wooden table to the side, grabbed the box of pills and then left the house, closing the door afterward. At a casual pace, Meg slowly strolled down the darkened street until she reached the next intersection and walked a few more blocks to her apartment where she entered the old dilapidated joint and placed the pills on her kitchen counter, finally going out to the livingroom, flopping herself to the sofa and falling to sleep.
The End