Kate
“ How many times did I tell you not to smoke when you operate the register...customers don’t like it!”
“ Man...get off my fucken back...kiss my ASS!”, replied dark-haired Kate to her boss, the twenty six year old woman working at some dilapidated gas station in a small out of the way Southern Ohio town.
“ You’re gonna get yourself fired...I mean it.”
With her dark mane raised to the top of her head, the young woman, dressed in well fitting blue jeans, a black tube top around her two tits, and black western boots on her feet, simply removed her cigarette from her mouth, blew a bunch of smoke into the guy’s face, spit down at the floor, and then said, “ Fuck this job...I’ll go somewhere else...and fuck you too!”
“Get outta here...now...you drunken bitch...you ain’t worth shit.”
“ Go to hell..., asshole.”
“ I said get outta here...you’re fired!”
“ You can’t fire me...I already said I quit!”
“ Just leave...go!”
After giving the guy another dirty look, Kate left the structure, went to the back of the gravel lot, lowered her ass behind the wheel of her old rusted ford, cranked the engine a couple of times before the thing started, and then drove off, showing the same man her middle finger as she drove away. The brunette made a right at the next intersection, and then drove down the street, moving along for over a mile to the outskirts of town where she crossed over some railroad tracks, pulled into another street, and then drove for a short while until she entered another gravel lot, parking her car next to some old run down train depot, the lower part abandoned but the upstairs area was still “useable”, the lady renting the “suite” for a few bucks a month, no one else living in the immediate area, an old warehouse next to one side of the depot, woods and trees on the other.
She raised her ass and got out of the car, fired up a fresh cigarette, and then strolled over to the lonely structure, walked a few feet between the tracks and the same depot until she ascended a flight of creaky wooden stairs and finally entered her “apartment”, closing the door behind her. Inside the kitchen area, Kate reached for a booze bottle sitting on the old rusted kitchen table and poured herself a drink, saying to herself afterward, “ Fuck that jerk...he can take his gas station and shove it.”
Needing a new job, the wench poured herself another drink and then entered the small livingroom, flopped her nice ass to the old ripped up sofa, and then reached over for a copy of the town’s local newspaper.
Going through the help wanted adds, the woman finally said in despair, “ Man...there ain’t much good here...I don’t wanna fuck with all that shit...why can’t they just give me a fucken check every month for free so I can just sit around all day and do nothing.”
Frustrated, Kate threw the paper to the side, raised her butt, and then strolled into the bathroom where she lowered her pants and panties, parked her curvaceous naked ass to the toilet, and took a piss with the cigarette still between her lips after which she stood up, raised her clothes back in place, washed her hands, and strolled back to the kitchen, again pouring herself another drink. At this point, the woman was getting a little drunk, causing her to return to the livingroom and again flop herself to the sofa, doing nothing for the next several minutes except stare at the water stained ceiling and smoke away.
As she laid there, Kate eventually heard the sound of a train’s horn way off in the distance, knowing it’d be about five minutes before the thing reaches her place and pass on by. As a result, the woman got up again and returned to the kitchen, going outside now through the same entrance, standing on the “porch” which was just a platform with railings on two sides, the third side connected to the same steps she previously used. Still puffing away at her cigarette, she heard the train get closer and closer until the locomotive was almost right next to the depot, the platform she was standing on almost level with the top of the train. Since she was already half drunk, Kate quickly pulled down at her top and exposed her tits to the train’s engineer, laughing like crazy as the guy waved at her, blew the horn, and then finally disappeared into the distance.
After the train was gone, the drunken slut strolled back inside and returned to the livingroom’s sofa where she killed her cigarette in an ashtray on the livingroom table and then lowered her pants and panties, parking her naked ass to the cushion. With nothing else to do, the loser leaned back and started playing with herself for the next hour or so, fingering her hairy cunt, massaging her clit on and off, running her hands over her nipples, getting herself excited, working herself up to a couple of orgasms until she happened to glance over at the livingroom clock and see that it was already ten after five. Consequently, she got up, pulled her clothes back in place, walked into the bathroom, washed her hands, and then entered the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator which she opened and took out some bread, a head of lettuce, and a piece of ham, preparing supper for her lazy drunken self.
Finished with her meal, Kate fired up another cigarette, poured herself another drink, forced herself to wash the dishes, and then walked back to the livingroom where she turned on the TV and tuned in the local news. Her ass on the sofa again, she heard, “...severe thunder storm is coming this way...will be here tonight around eleven...please be advised, hail is also possible.”
“ Yea...yea.”, mumbled Kate, “...they’re always talking about some ‘severe’ storm..., then nothing ever comes except a few rain drops...they always blow everything way out of proportion...why don’t they just go and blow themselves away!”
The weather guy spoke further, “...flooding is also predicted in some parts...if you don’t have any important business tonight...please stay inside...’
“ Shut up...asshole!”, yelled Kate at the TV, “...nothing ever ‘cool’ happens here..., why can’t I hear about people getting killed or something..., I want the news to entertain me...hear something exciting!”
For the next few minutes, the weather man went on and on, talking about the approaching storm until Kate got up from the couch, strolled over to the TV, turned around, pulled down her jeans and panties, and then said to the picture tube, “ Here...KISS MY ASS..., yea, do it...KISS MY ASS!”
She moved her nice soft and firm butt back and forth over the guy’s image, her ass making direct contact with the screen, rubbing away all the dust as well!
“ There...did you get enough of me?”, said the intoxicated woman as she finally pulled up her clothes and strolled out to the kitchen, bumping into the walls and furniture as she went, finally reaching for the booze again, pouring herself another and then another.
A fresh cigarette between her lips, Kate went back to the livingroom and watched the rest of the news followed by “Entertainment Tonight” and then at eight she started watching a movie which ended at ten after which the lady forced her ass off the couch and went into the kitchen, pouring herself some more booze, firing up another cigarette as well.
While she struggled to keep her balance, Kate said to herself, “ Well...where’s that fucken storm that asshole was talking about...the way he was going on..., the world’s gonna end...I don’t hear shit outside.”
A little curious nevertheless, the drunken bitch reached for the screen door and pulled it open, stepping once again out onto the small porch, leaning herself against the railing, turning her head, and looking down along the tracks, not seeing very far since it was already dark out.
“ Well...where’s the fucken storm...I don’t see crap.”
Suddenly, way off in the distance, she saw a lightening flash followed ten seconds later by the low and faint rumble of thunder.
‘ Oh...wow...I’m really scared...that’s so big and bad!”, said the drunk to her own ears, watching some lightening again, the thunder getting a little louder now.
Kate turned around and pulled open the screen door after which she stepped inside, but as she “walked” over the door step, the intoxicated woman tripped and fell down on the kitchen floor, yelling, “ Fuck...damn this place...who put that stupid thing there anyway!”
Slowly, she got back to her feet, using the table to keep her balance when she simply poured herself another drink and fired up another cigarette. Looking over at the kitchen counter, Kate saw the coffee brewer, giving her the urge for a cup of the black stuff. As a result, she went over and fumbled with everything until the drunken woman had a full pot of coffee, pouring herself a cup, drinking it, pouring herself another after which she parked her beautiful ass to one of the kitchen chairs, and had another drink of whiskey followed by a third cup of coffee.
For the next fifty minutes, Kate just sat there, drinking up the rest of the coffee, smoking more cigarettes, and drinking more and more booze. And during the whole time, the lightening outside got stronger and stronger while the thunder got louder and some wind came along, blowing the light screen door back and forth.
Kate continued to sit there with the cigarette in her mouth, watching the screen door open and close until the noise irritated her. As a result, she was about to get up and snap in the hook when she realized she couldn’t lift her ass. She was so drunk now, the lady couldn’t raise her frame.
“ Fuck...”, said Kate, mumbling on, “...shit...I can’t...ah...um..., I can’t get...ah...can’t get fucken up...”
Again, the bitch tried to raise her nice ass, forcing her hands against the kitchen table and the back of the chair, eventually getting her butt two inches above the seat. However, a second later, Kate fell to the floor, down on the worn out linoleum, laying on her stomach now, looking over at the door which was still going back and forth, the storm outside getting stronger, a huge draft blowing through her whole apartment, blowing the newspapers in the livingroom all over the place!
Like an animal, Kate inched her way to the entrance, wishing to close not only the flimsy screen door, but the stronger inner door as well. Right when the drunken lady reached the door step, a huge bolt of lightening came crashing down near the tracks below, making a large amount of noise, a prelude of what’s to come!
With all her strength, Kate “crawled” up the side of the door post, the screen striking her hands, bruising her fingers. However, before she could do anything, a big gush of wind came along and threw Kate out onto the porch where she rolled over two times and finally came to rest against the railing after which it started to pour, drenching the woman.
“ OH...I CAN’T...CAN’T GET UP!”, yelled Kate over and over, trying to raise herself until she eventually succeeded to pull herself up with the railing’s help, finally throwing herself through the open doorway, landing halfway in the kitchen where she crawled the rest of the way into the center of the room and just laid there, listening to the storm rage away until she heard loud thumping sounds on the roof, hail the size of golf balls coming down all over the area.
She laid there for the next ten minutes until a lightening bolt struck the wooden porch and steps, knocking the old stair case over and starting the porch on fire, the flames right in front of the open doorway, when eventually the flames made it inside the apartment, causing the drunk to role herself over and see the fire get larger and closer! With all her might, the lady tried to crawl toward the livingroom before the fire got to her, screaming, “HELP...HELP!”
However, no one was around to hear except the storm and the flames.
“ SOMEBODY HELP ME...PLEASE...HELP!”, yelled Kate in desperation as she crawled along.
All her efforts were useless when the fire caught up with her, not to mention the thick black smoke which suffocated her lungs before the flames consumed her body, the entire depot going up, the whole structure transformed into a huge fireball!
Since the building was located in a secluded area at the edge of town, it wasn’t until two hours later after the storm subsided that someone noticed the fire which by then was too late, the depot burning itself all the way down to the ground. When the police and fire department got there, they realized someone lived there because of her car, finding the registration papers in the glove compartment which they used to identify her burnt remains, the authorities finding out that she didn’t have any relatives in the area or anywhere else for that matter.
When the evening news came on the next day, they had all kinds of “cool” stuff to talk about, the storm causing allot of damage to the whole area, not to mention that someone actually got “killed”, making the news really exciting.
Since no one came around to claim the body, the county buried her remains in some “cheap” out of the way corner of the local cemetery, her tomb stone so small it was hardly visible, almost as if she never existed.
The End