Once again I find myself with a corridor of choices in front of me. Doors on each side mock me with their subtle invitations of, ‘he could be hiding in here.’ Damn it all to hell! There are simply too many choices and not enough time, and after my uncomfortable experience in the boys’ bathroom I’m afraid at what I might find. However, duty calls and I frantically begin to open doors and, just as I expected, I quickly become sickened at the scenes I stumble in to. Apparently, today is the day for pedophilia and sexual transgressions. The first door I open reveals a horrific scene of three men masturbating. Two of the fat bastards have their trousers around their ankles; their tiny dicks barely protrude past their flabby, jiggly stomachs, and the third is lying in a sexual simulator to better his moment of indulgent, masturbatory pleasure. The pure grotesqueness of the scene immediately destroys any sexual drive I possess, and I flee the room for both my sexual and mental stability; a moment longer would turn me into a barren, dry wasteland of sorts.
Moments later I reach the end of the hall, or rather, I dead-end at a massive set of stadium doors; doors to massive for my puny muscles to open. I’m disappointed, and annoyed, and really don’t want to go back down the disturbing and hell-ridden corridor, but what other choice do I have? Maybe I’ll get lucky and run into my dear comrade Amber and pry some new and useful information from her. So I flee, back down the hall of horrors and back toward the gym with the gathering students. As I near the gym doors, expecting them to be closed and unforgiving like every other entrance I’ve stumbled to, they miraculously open and spit out both the couch and Little Foot, aka, Brian. My time of redemption and revenge is here! I will not hold back! It’s balls to the walls, and I will destroy these back-stabbing bastards.
I rush at the both of them before they have time to react, death and fire burning brightly in my determined eyes, and I can feel the rage taking over all my senses; I know this will be an easy defeat. Brian is dressed like an attorney for Christ’s sake! His black suit, business tie, and leather brief case screams ‘pussy tax agent,’ and there is no way he can defend himself from my wild, untamed, and raw fury.
The moment of impact pulses through my limbs as we both crash into the ground, and although Brian scrambles to his feet with a surprising agility I immediately pacify the bastard with a quick and fierce grip on his manhood. It’s a beautiful moment. I am in control and I will make him feel as little and as pathetic as possible.
“Who’s the tough guy now!? Huh? What the hell you gonna do now? I’ve got you by the balls and all I have to do is give ‘em a twist, you lying, deceptive, son-of-a-bitch!”
His eyes are wild; threatening any man’s manhood will turn them into whimpering babies in an instant. I relish in his weakness, drinking in his defeat and becoming so intoxicated by its stench that I fail to remain conscious of my surroundings.
Suddenly, I’m side-swiped by an enraged Sarah, aka Ashley. Ashley was once a childhood friend of mine before drama and her estranged personality drove her out of the social circle. Anyway, she charges into me like the stubborn, strong, and self-possessed character she is, and I am thrown roughly to the ground. Although she lacks the three horns of her movie personality, the impact is jolting and shakes me to my very core. When I finally regain my senses the bitch is on top of me, mounting me like a rapist to keep me pinned down. I laugh. Stupid bitch thinks she is in control, but I know her weaknesses, and I take the opportunity to feed into her hidden intentions and expose her secret desires. I slowly begin to gyrate beneath her, thrusting up my hips and grabbing at her small titties, all the while crooning softly into her ear…
“Look at you sugar… not tired of being his bitch yet? You know he wants me more. Maybe if I’m in the mix he’ll want to fuck you too. Whatcha think? Gotta do me first. Let’s get it started. I’m already turned on. Pin me down and have your way with me…”
The ploy works. Offended and close to tears, Ashley jumps off me, and I am lifted to my feet by my forever loyal Amber. With my back-up in tow I approach the still cringing Brian and his side-kick, the fat coach. I remain calm and collected as Amber lays it all down. We will take this fight to the people. Both teams will present their intentions and future plans for the amusement park, and then, the employees and students will pick the winner. If I win, I stay in control and retain Brian on staff for his pure eye-candy appeal. If I lose, I leave for good, taking Amber with me.
Our good-byes are quick. We all have a lot of work to do. But I’m still in charge, and I give Brian a quick flick of the balls before I turn to go. The intent is crystal-clear; I’m still the boss and it’s a certainty I will win.
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