Don’t Mess with Joan!
“ What the fuck’s this!”, exclaimed Joan to herself as the dark-haired beauty opened the mail, looking down at the statement. “ I can’t believe those assholes!”, she added further. “ I thought this shit was all settled.”
Furious, the brown eyed female dressed in her black leather stiletto boots and her dark blue skirt suit, went over to the phone and dialed her creditor’s number. After three rings, a recorded lady’s voice came on, saying, “ For balance, available credit, and payment due information, please press one; for ordering checks, please press two.” Finally, the recording said, “ To speak with a customer service representative, please press three.”
“ Well it’s about time.”, said the long haired female as she hit number three on her touch tone pad, tapping the wall with her other hand.
Four seconds later, a company representative came on, asking, “ Hello, what’s your account number?”
“ My number is 4569-3456-1295-3472.”
Afterward, the female employee inquired, “ Ok..., what’s your mother’s maiden name for security purposes?”
“ Wilson.”
“ How can I help you?”
“ A while ago, I notified your company that I’d be going with a credit councilor and they’d be handling my finances.”
“ All right.”, said the representative.
“ However, now I got a statement saying that I owe a late fee and everything else.”
“ Ok ma’am...the thing is...we’ve got to go through a negotiation period with your councilor where they talk things over with us and settle for a new and lower interest rate.”
“ Yes, but that’s the whole point...my councilor just told me yesterday that the negotiations were all settled.”
“ Tell you what ma’am...let me get my supervisor and he’ll take care of this for you.”
While on hold, Joan listened away to some music going through the phone line when a gentleman finally came on, saying, “ Hello, you seem to have concerns about your account in regard to a late fee.”
“ You’re dam right I do...what’s this bullshit...my councilor said all the negotiations are finished, I don’t see why I’ve gotta pay a late fee!”, yelled Joan as she lit up a cigarette for herself.
“ I’m sorry but things were settled just after our official time line in reporting a payment late.”
“ What do you mean reporting...don’t tell me you’ve all ready sent this shit to a consumer reporting agency!”, said the dark-haired bank teller before taking another deep drag from the Marlboro.
“ Yes we did, that’s what the screen before me says.”
“ Well...can’t you change it, I’ve never missed a payment before in my life, I’m just having problems now.”
“ No, that won’t work, you see...you’ve got to realize that you’re responsible for your account no matter what.”
Angered, Joan screamed into the receiver, “ You fucken son of a bitch...all these dam years you’ve been raping me with interest and now that I’ve got a few problems, you do this to me!”
“ Look ma’am...that tone of voice isn’t gonna get you anywhere.”
“ All right..., all right...”, said Joan as she inhaled a large amount of smoke, saying further, “ Tell you what..., what’s the address and phone number of the credit bureau you sent the information to, perhaps I can talk to them?”
“ That won’t do you any good, I don’t think they’ll change anything for you.”
Getting ready to scream again, the lady caught herself and said rather politely, “ I know..., I just wanna order a copy of my record and see how it looks.”
“ Fine, hold on a second, I’ll get you the address and number.”
Returning, the guy gave her the information, finally saying, “ I’m sorry I can’t be of any further help.”
“ Ok, no problem.”, said Joan as she hung up and took another drag from the white stick.
With the bureau’s address and phone number copied down, Joan picked up the receiver a second time and dialed the number, waiting for a response. Again, a recording directed her to the appropriate department when a female answered with, “ Hello, can I help you?”
“ Hi, my name’s Joan Eisberg and I’d like to have something changed on my credit report.”
“ I’m sorry ma’am, that’ll take a lengthy procedure starting now with some additional information.”
Agitated by all the red tape, Joan said in a direct voice, “ Let me speak to your supervisor.”
“ Ok, I’ll transfer your call to his office.”, replied the lady.
A moment later, Joan heard a man’s voice say, “ Hello, how can I help you?”
“ My name’s Joan Eisberg, and I want something changed on my credit report.”
“ We’ve got procedures for that, it can’t be done automatically over the phone.”
“ Yea, yea...”, said Joan, “ Tell you what...” As she spoke further, her voice took on a more seductive tone, “ If you simply make it say whatever I want you to, I’ll return the favor.”
“ Ah..., what are you talking about?”, ask the guy with slight confusion.
“ C’mon...stop talking like you were born yesterday.”, answered the lady as she leaned her sexy frame against the kitchen wall in her apartment.
After listening to her attractive voice, the man quietly inquired while looking both ways in his office, “ Are you trying to bribe me with sex or something?”
“ According to your office address, you’re not far from where I live, only three miles.”
Falling for it, he ask, “ What’s your address?”
“ I see...”, replied Joan as she gave him her street and house number.
“ Actually, I pass that area on my way home from work everyday.”
“ Good.”, responded Joan, speaking softly, keeping him hooked.
Completely taken in, the fool ask, “ Is it ok if I stop by tonight at seven, I’ve got some stuff to finish up here at the office, it’s been a busy week.”
“ Sure...that’s fine, just come on bye.”
Aroused now, the man said, “ Oh..., and by the way...my name’s Mark.”
“ Ok Mark..., I’ll see you tonight.”
Finally, he inquired, “ Are you alone?”
“ Ofcourse I’m alone.”
“ Ok, I’ll be there.”
After hanging up, Joan finished her cigarette and made herself something to eat, removing only her suit jacket, keeping the blouse, skirt, and boots on.
Dinner finished, “ the lady did a few things here and there when seven was rapidly approaching, bringing with it her expected visit. Sure enough, at exactly five till, Joan heard her apartment buzzer ring. Pressing the intercom button, she said, “ Hello, who is it?”
“ It’s me, Mark, I’m here like I said.”
“ Ok, I’ll buzz you in.”
After depressing the button, she slowly went to the center of her livingroom, waiting for his arrival. Two minutes later, a knock sounded upon her door. Full of confidence, the lady went over, turned the knob, and pulled upon the wooden panel.
“ Joan..., right?”, ask the guy.
“ That’s me...come on in.”
As he walked into her abode, she immediately knew why he fell for her proposition. “ What an ugly bastard.”, said Joan within her mind while closing the door. Finally, the dark-haired female said, “ Here, sit down.”, as she pointed at the livingroom sofa. Taking a seat, the man looked around while placing his briefcase upon the cocktail table before him.
“ Care for something to drink?”, ask Joan as she reached into her blouse pocket and lit one up, inhaling the smoke while pushing her mane to one side.
“ No thanks, let’s take care of your record first, then we’ll...well....you know.”
“ Ok.”, replied the female, placing her sexy ass down upon the couch about a foot away from the guy.
Leaning forward, Mark opened his case and removed a laptop computer, uncoiling a ten foot phone cord afterward. When he had one end of the line plugged into the devise, he ask , “ Where’s your phone jack?”
Using her index and middle fingers with the cigarette in between, the lady pointed toward the kitchen entrance only about seven feet away. Getting up, the man ventured over, unplugged her phone, and inserted the computer’s jack into the wall socket. Once back in the sofa, Mark opened the lap top and turned the thing on, punching in a few numbers afterward.
“ This is great, I can get into the system on line from anywhere, being a supervisor has its privileges.”
Looking at the man as she smiled away, Joan ask, “ So once you’ve accessed the appropriate file concerning my record, you can make it into anything you want?”
“ Theoretically yes, but I’m only here to make a minor adjustment...I believe that’s what you had in mind?”
Nodding, Joan only stared away at the small rectangular screen as her report came up. “ There!”, exclaimed the lady, “ That’s what I want changed, that late report...it’s only there because my councilor and creditor took so long with the negotiations.”
“ I see.”, replied Mark as he removed the negative information.
“ Hey...that’s pretty good.”, said Joan as she continued to peer over at the computer, having her head next to his.
“ Now that I’ve got it fixed, let’s you and I have a go at it...shall we?”, stated Mark as he moved over an inch and kissed the side of her beautiful face.
Taking another puff, Joan smiled and remarked while unbuttoning the top of her blouse., gradually revealing her bra. “ Why don’t you remove all record of my debt...make it look as if I’ve got very no monthly payments, that’ll really help me out.”
With only half his attention, Mark responded, “ I’m sorry, I can’t go that far.”
Deciding now that she wanted more changed on her record, the lady raised her voice, saying, “ If you wanna get far with me, then you’ll do as I ask.”
Making a sigh, Mark said, “ I can’t, that’s just asking too much, something like that is bound to be detected, and I’d get into a lot of trouble.”
Angered, Joan yelled, “ Fuckyou...asshole, get the hell outta here!”
“ Fine...if that’s what you want.”, said Mark as he began pounding in a few letters via the keypad.
“ What are you doing?”, screamed Joan.
“ I’m setting everything back the way it was.”
“ No you ain’t...you’re gonna erase all record of my debt!”
“ You’re crazy!”, replied the man as he was almost finished with the file.
Before he had a chance to make the final adjustment, he looked up and saw Joan’s left hand emerge from a drawer attached to an end table on her side of the couch. As he stared directly at the barrel of a revolver, his frame froze while he stuttered, “ Ok, ok..take it easy...I’ll do whatever you want.”
“ Good...,and remember, I’m watching every move you make.”
Returning his attention to the screen, Mark erased most of her credit information, replacing it with better looking stuff. A moment later, everything was to her satisfaction when all of a sudden Mark made a quick move, trying to get the gun.
Struggling, Joan pushed herself back slightly upon the couch, raised her boot, and pushed the stiletto spike right into his face, hitting him directly in the mouth, knocking loose one of his teeth, and finally throwing the man to the floor.
Dazed for a second, he eventually managed to get to his knees when Joan stood up and pointed the pistol at him saying, “ Ok...asshole, if that’s how you wanna play, then I’ll be glad to make things a little rough for you.”
Going back a step, Joan reached for a lamp upon the same end table and picked it up, still holding the gun in her other hand. Tossing the fixture at him, Joan said, “ Rip off the cord, slice it in two and use one half to tie your ankles together...leave the other lay on the floor!”
Frightened by her tone and the gun, Mark did as requested, sitting himself down and binding his ankles together.
Finished, he heard, “ Ok...now roll over and lay on your stomach.” Doing so, he eventually heard, “ Put your hands behind your back.” With his hands in place, the lady used the other half to tie his wrists together, making it impossible for him to do anything in his own defense.
Immobilized, Mark yelled, “ Please, what are you gonna do...!”
“ Shut up!”, answered Joan as she kicked him in the ribs, enjoying the sight of the black leather making its point.
Tossing the pistol upon the sofa, Joan reached for the remains of her cigarette on the couch, killed it in an ashtray upon the livingroom table, and lit up another while saying, “ You fuck...what were you trying to do...burn down this fucken joint or what...?”
“ I’m sorry...please let me go, I won’t tell anyone!”
“ That’s what you say now.”, replied Joan as she continued to stare at the sofa, seeing a small burn on the cushion. “ Damit!”, screamed the lady, “ Look at that, the cushion’s ruined...you know how much that shit cost me, not to mention all the interest I had to pay to that mother fucken credit card!”
Furious, Joan went over to the bounded man and kicked him, watching how he responded to the impact. Again, she let him have it, kicking harder than the first time.
In pain, Mark begged, “ Joan...please, I promise, if you let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll even leave your record as you want!”
Placing her hand on her hip, the female stared down at her helpless victim and continued to stare for thirty seconds when she said rather softly, “ You know..., perhaps we can have sex after all.”
A little confused, mark ask, “ What do you mean?”
Kicking him again, Joan squatted down afterward and said, “ I don’t know...but seeing you this way kind of turns me on.”
Standing herself straight again, Joan used her right boot to roll him over, placing his back to the floor. With a diabolical smile, the dark-haired vixen lowered her left boot sole into his face and pressed harder and harder upon his mouth, twisting the footwear’s bottom, grinding his lips against his teeth. Watching more and more blood drip away and run down the side of his cheek, Joan laughed and said, “ Yea...I think this’ll really be fun!”
After she removed the stiletto work of art from his face, Joan stared into his eyes for ten seconds, reading both fear and apprehension, finally saying, “ I’ll be back in a second.”
When she returned from the bathroom, she had a pair of scissors in her right hand, grinning away as she opened and closed the thing before his wide open eyes.
“ Joan, please, don’t do anything crazy...!”
“ I’ll do whatever I want...asshole...now shut the fuck up or I’ll cut your tongue out.”
Again lowering herself before him, the lady unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, pulling down the zipper afterward. Using the sharp scissors, she began cutting away at the fabric, going all the way down his leg to the cuffs.
“ What are you doing?”, yelled the man as he saw his attire go to shreds.
“ How the fuck do you think I’m gonna get your shit off with you tied up like that, I’m afraid I’ll just have to cut away.”
With his pants and shorts removed, she did the same with his shirt and undershirt, cutting up the stuff, and tossing everything to the side. Finally, Joan removed his shoes and sox, having the guy completely naked and at her mercy!
Standing herself up, Joan through the scissors upon the couch next to the pistol and unbuttoned her skirt, letting the dark thing fall to the floor. After slipping out of her black panties, she took off her blouse and removed her bra, dropping the attire upon the floor, and pushing the stuff away.
All naked now save for the spectacular footwear, Joan stepped over Mark, placing one foot to a side, saying, “ So...what do you think of my cunt...it’s what you wanted.”
Humiliated and in pain, he just couldn’t think of sex despite her beautiful and seductive physique, causing the lady to yell, “ Listen asshole...you’d better get hard, and you’d better hard now if you know what’s good for you!”
“ Please...I just can’t...my face hurts too much!”
Placing her right boot upon his chest, Joan pressed down with the heel, digging deeper and deeper until his skin busted and blood came forth.
“ Ahhh...., that hurts, please don’t...I can’t breath...stop!”
“ Then get hard, if I don’t see your dick swell up, I’ll make you suffer even more.”
With more pain added, he obviously couldn’t get an erection, causing Joan to say, “ Looks as if your thing’s not good for very much...now is it?”
In spite of his fear, mark felt a surge of anger go through his system, producing an outburst, “ Let me go...you bitch...I swear when this is all over I’ll...!”
Mark stopped in mid sentence when he saw her turn around and venture over to the couch, picking up the scissors afterward. Returning to the guy, she squatted before his bloody frame and took hold of his cock with her left hand, stretching it to its maximum.
“ No...no...!, screamed Mark as all his fear returned, seeing the evil feline grin away as she opened the sharp instrument in her right hand, moving it ever closer to the base of his shaft.
“ If it’s good for nothing, then it outta be removed, don’t you think?”
“ Please don’t...please don’t...!”
While slowly pushing her thumb and fingers together, she closed the scissors, cutting his dick right off.
As blood flowed out like an open spigot, Joan stood up, still holding the detached piece of flesh in her hand. While the man screamed away in agony, she went out to the kitchen and placed the scissors upon the table, taking up a pencil afterward. Returning, Joan stood before the mutilated creature, saying, “ You know...I just might still have some use for this thing.”
With her right hand, Joan reached down to her harry cunt and spread it’s lips apart, pushing his detached penis to her hole with the other hand. Finally, the sick woman forced his bloody cock up her snatch, using the eraser end of the pencil to make it go further and further up her vaginal tube. In the end, she shoved the dead thing all the way up, letting it rest in her uterus.
As the pencil fell to the floor, Joan arched her head back and laughed, saying, “ Talk about going all the way with a guy!”
Seeing that he was loosing a lot of blood, Mark pleaded, “ Please Joan...take me to the hospital, I’ll bleed to death...please!
“ There’s only one place I‘m sending you...and that’s to hell!”
Intoxicated by her own wickedness, she spoke further, “You know...you talk too much, I think I’ll muzzle you a little.”
Going over to the helpless one, she stood over his head and slowly lowered her frame, placing her curvaceous and attractive ass right into his face, letting her weight press downward. Just sitting there for over twenty minutes, the lady hurled one insult at him after another until she finally got up and went over to the couch, picking up the pistol.
The thing in her hand, she reached for a pillow upon the same piece of furniture and returned to Mark, hearing, “ What...no...don’t...!”
“ Die motherfucker...die!”, was all she said as the woman placed the pillow next to his head, pressed the barrel into the soft fabric, and pulled the trigger!
The End.