Phone Slut
At a casual pace, the old rusted chevy turned the corner, going down the street until the vehicle pulled up alongside the curb and came to a halt when some twenty six year old dark-haired woman got out of the thing, the lady simply dressed in a black T-shirt which hugged her attractive frame, a pair of well fitting blue jeans, and black western boots on her feet. Standing next to the car now, the woman fired up a fresh cigarette, went to the chevy’s rear, opened the trunk, and retrieved two shopping bags after which she went over to an apartment building, entered, and then went up to the second floor where she stepped into her suite.
Inside, Betsy, her dark hairs raised up to the top of her head with a couple of pins, went through the livingroom and over to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator, finally putting away the stuff she bought at the super market. Finished, the young lady removed a bottle of booze from the same refrigerator, poured herself a drink, left the bottle on the kitchen table, and then ventured into the livingroom, flopping her nice, smooth, soft, firm, and curvaceous ASS! to the sofa.
Looking at her watch for a second, she saw that it was about ten till three in the afternoon. Nodding her head, the dark-eyed lady sat there for the next fifteen minutes smoking away as the ceiling fan rotated above on this nice warm summer’s day. And then, sure enough, as expected, the phone resting on a small end table next to the sofa rang, causing the woman to reach over and pick it up hearing the usual beeping sounds as the system went through its initial “primary phase” whenever someone wanted to make a call and get “entertained” by the lady. After the brief electronic noises ended, Betsy heard the thing “ring” until some guy’s voice finally came on, the man saying, “ Hello.”
“ Hi...how’s it going?”, replied Betsy in a very sensual tone, “ So you got your dick all hard and ready for me?”
“ Yea I do.”
“Good...because I’m getting undressed now...I’m taking it all off...and my nipples are both hard...here..., feel ‘em...”, replied the brunette, just sitting there with her clothes obviously still on, smoking her cigarette.
“ Oh...you’re great...you’re great!”
“ Yes I am..., now I’m gonna open my pants...and now my panties..., like my ASS?”
“ Oh yes...it’s so...so pretty!”
“ You want me to sit on your face?”
“ Yes..., yes...do it...I’m laying down!”
“ Good...here it goes...how’s that...my firm, rounded, soft, and curvy butt’s parked right on your head!”
“ Oh...yea...your ass is great!”
“ Of course it is...I’m the best...Betsy the Best!”
On the other end of the line, her “customer” just laid there and played away with his cock, hearing more from the lady, “ There you go...do it faster, faster, jack off some more because my butt’s right in your FACE...that’s right...I GOT MY ASS RIGHT IN YOUR FACE...RIGHT IN YOUR FACE...MY ASS IS RIGHT IN YOU FACE!!!”
This went on for a minute or so until the guy had his, cumming himself when he finally said,, “ OK...thanks...I’ll call again sometime.”
“ No problem.”, replied the brunette as she replaced the receiver and raised her butt from the couch, going back to the kitchen where she poured herself another drink and returned to the livingroom sofa, the “self employed” phone slut running her own “business” from three PM till midnight, obviously running the “operation” straight from her apartment, the woman making just enough to pay the rent and a few other things here and there, but not making too much, explaining her “poor” condition, not to mention the old rusted car she owned.
After her nice ass was parked back on the cushion, the lady simply fired up another cigarette, leaned back in the couch, placed her one arm behind her head, and just stared away at the other side of the room, puffing and puffing until again the phone rang.
On the other end of the line was another of her “1-900” clients, the guy saying, “ I wanna fuck you.”
“ Sure...” replied Betsy enthusiastically, “ ...let’s go...let’s do it!”
“ Take off all your clothes.”
“ OK...”, said the drunken slut, “...there it goes, shirt, bra, pants, panties...the works...”
“ Good...now lay back and spread your legs.”
“ OK...I’m doing it.”
“ Now I’m gonna screw your pussy!”
“ Yes...yea...FUCK ME...FUCK ME!”
“ I’m fucking you...yes I am.”
“ OH YEA...STICK IT IN...STICK IT IN!”
“ Your nice and tight!”
She got louder and louder, eventually SCREAMING into the phone, “ OHHH...YESSSS...SHOVE YOUR DICK RIGHT UP MY CUNT...DEEPER...DEEPER...YEA...FUCKEN DEEPER!!!”
The “customer” went on for a few more moments until she really YELLED forth, “ YESSSS...OHHHHH....YESSS...I’M GONNA CUM...I’M GONNA CUM...I’M GETTING ALL WET...SO WET...YEA...OHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHH..., HERE I GO..., YES...OHHH...OHHHHHHHH...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!”
Seconds later, her satisfied client simply hung up, terminating the session.
After she put the receiver back down, Betsy got up, strolled into the bathroom, and then stood before the toilet. She pulled down her pants and panties, parked her nice ass to the seat, and pissed out some of the booze she’d been drinking, finally getting up when she pulled her clothes back into place, washed her hands, and returned to the kitchen, pouring herself another drink, getting a bag of potato chips as well, going back to the kivingroom sofa afterward, where she opened the bag of chips, flopped her ass down, and fired up a fresh cigarette, waiting for her next call.
However, instead of hearing the phone, she suddenly heard someone knock on her apartment door. With a frustrated sigh, the brunette raised her drunken ass again and staggered over to the livingroom door which she opened and saw this blond lady, the dark-haired drunk finally saying, “ Oh...not you again...get outta my fucken face you blond bitch!”
“ No...”, answered the other lady with disgust and indignation in her voice, “...you’re the bitch...you cheap drunken slut...I asked you before many times...at first the nice way...to keep your voice down...I got two kids over there and it’s summer...the whole building can hear you...all the windows are open!”
“ So...get an air conditioner...why don’t you do that?”
“ Yea...why don’t you move...do that...”, said the woman as she went on, “ ...it’s people like you that ruin everything...the day you moved in with that junk car of yours I said to myself ‘there goes the neighborhood’!!!”
“ FUCK YOU...KISS MY ASS..., BITCH!”
“ I can stop what you’re doing...I’ll call the cops...you’ll get in trouble...this is a residential area...there’s gotta be something on books against what you’re doing!”
“ There should be something on the books against your ugly face...how’d you end up with kids anyway...why would anyone wanna fuck you!”
“ YOU’RE A CHEAP NO GOOD DRUNKEN SLUT!”
“ AND YOU’RE A FAT UGLY BITCH!”
Waving her finger now at the brunette, the blond finally said, “Say what you want...I don’t care...but if I hear more of that dirty stuff of yours...I mean it...I’m serious...I’ll call the police and take all this to court...YOU STINKEN SLUT!”
“ YOU STINK TOO!”, yelled Betsy, blowing smoke at the lady.
“ Like I said...I’m warning you!”
Before the brunette could say another word, the angry woman turned around and left.
After closing her livingroom door, Betsy strolled into the kitchen, poured herself another drink, and returned to the livingroom where she mumbled to herself, “ Fuck that whore...I pay my fucken rent...this is my apartment...I can do whatever I fucken want in here...who the hell does she think she is..., damn bitch!”
It didn’t take long and her phone rang again, causing Betsy to park her ass back to the sofa, pick up the receiver, and hear, “ I want you to play with yourself.”
“ OK...sure.”
“ Pull down your pants and shove your finger up your cunt...do it!”
“ Oh yea...”, answered the brunette, “...oh it feels so good...I love playing with my pussy!”
“ That’s good, lady...now moan louder...real loud.”
“Ohhhh...yessss...it feels so good!”
“ That’s not loud enough...I wanna really hear you...I want you to SCREAM!”
“ Ohh..yea...yesss!”
“ C’mon, lady...LOUDER!”
“ I can’t.”
“ What do you mean...I’m paying for this call.”
“ I can’t scream too loud or I’ll get in trouble with my neighbors.”
“ WHAT?”, exclaimed the guy, “ ...WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS...ARE YOU TRYING TO CHEAT ME OR SOMETHING?”
“ No...it’s just...”
“ You suck, lady...you stink!”
Pissed off now, Betsy replied, “ FUCK YOU...GET A LIFE!”
“ You get a life...then get a real job!”
He hung up the phone, stopping the session, the woman losing some money now.
Again, the phone rang, and again, she had the same problem, the “customer” feeling he wasn’t getting his money’s worth, again ending the session early, costing her some more in lost revenue.
“ Damn!”, exclaimed Betsy to herself as she fired up a fresh cigarette and went out to the kitchen, pouring herself another drink, followed by another, and another!
At this point, the lady was totally drunk, staggering back to the livingroom, constantly puffing away at her cigarette until again, as usual, the phone rang.
“ Hey lady...let’s do it...take it all off!”
“ Ah...um..., ok...”, answered Betsy in her drunken condition, her voice all slurred now, “ ...f...fuck me...fuck my p...p...pussy...oh suck my..t..t...its...”
“ What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“ Um...fuck me...f...fuck my...”
“ Are you drunk or something...what the hell is this...is this some kind of a joke?”
“ I wanna...yea...let’s...let’s do...”
“ Man...go jump in the lake...I ain’t ever calling this number again!”
After the brunette put down the receiver, she looked at the wall separating her apartment from the other lady’s place, staring at it until she felt a huge serge of anger flow through her drunken system, causing her to reach for a nearby chair and quickly smash it against the wall, striking the plaster over and over, screaming, “ YOU FUCKEN BITCH...YOU WHORE...I PAY MY RENT...YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO...FUCK YOU...!!!”
From the other side, she heard some pounding in return, followed by, “ SHUT UP...STOP IT!”
“ FUCK YOU...YOU FUCKEN BITCH!!!!”, cried Betsy, still pounding away with the chair until the thing fell apart.
“ I SAID SHUT UP...STOP POUNDING ON THE WALL!!”
“FUCK YOU...WHORE...FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU...!!!!!!”, yelled Betsy over and over, now kicking the wall with her boots!
“ STOP IT...WHY DON’T YOU GO AND POUR YOURSELF ANOTHER DRINK...YOU DRUNKEN SLUT!”
“FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU...!!!!!!”, was all the intoxicated woman could say until she finally stopped and staggered into the kitchen where she did exactly what the other lady suggested, pouring herself anther drink.
Still all pissed off, Betsy started pounding away at the kitchen table with her fist, screaming, “ YOU FUCKEN BITCH...GET OFF MY CASE...LEAVE ME ALONE...GET OFF MY FUCKEN CASE...YOU FUCKEN BITCH...!!!”
Her drunken brain all angry, confused, and messed up now, Betsy left the kitchen and staggered back to the bedroom, bumping into the walls and furniture as she went until the brunette opened her nightstand drawer and finally removed an old loaded pistol. With the weapon in her hand, drunken Betsy went back out to the livingroom, opened the apartment door, and stepped out into the hall where she “strolled” over to the other lady’s place, standing before the entranceway, yelling, “ OPEN THIS FUCKEN DOOR...YOU BITCH...OPEN UP...I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!!!”
“GO AWAY...YOU’RE DRUNK!”
“ I SAID OPEN THIS FUCKEN DOOR!!!”, cried Betsy, kicking away at it now with her black western boots, obviously making lots of noise!
Finally, the other tenant opened the door but froze when she saw the gun, the thing aimed right at her!
“HERE BITCH...TAKE THIS!!!”, yelled the dark-haired drunk, pulling back at the trigger.
BANG!
Betsy shot the woman right in the chest, sending a bullet into her heart, killing her instantly as the lady fell over backwards and came to rest on the floor!
As some kid started crying in the background, Betsy suddenly realized what she just did, standing there with her eyes wide open, watching a huge pool of blood form around the dead body. Not knowing what else to do, the drunk staggered back to her place, entered the suite, and then went over to the opposite wall where she slowly turned around and then sank to the floor, just sitting there while her hands started shaking. It didn’t take long and she heard a siren way off in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer, someone in the building obviously calling the cops because of all the commotion.
Slowly, as she sat there with a blank expression on her face, the lady arched her head back and placed the gun’s barrel into her mouth.
BANG!
A split second later, her brains were splattered all over the place!
The End