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Chapter 11, Poison Town

13/07/11

You've just gotta love LA. I mean, aside from the snobbery of the super-rich the people are friendly, it's always hot but not desert hot like Phoenix. And it's beautiful: with the endless white sand and the palm trees, as well as the gorgeous people who walk around, it's just its own little paradise.

I was in Starbucks, hoping to see Megan again. So far, after five coffees this morning, there was no success. I scanned the faces of everyone who walked in, but no Megan.

"….No, fuck you. Asshole. It's only three dollars," A woman began to scream at a young guy behind the counter, who looked scared out of his mind. She was waving her arms around wildly to emphasize her point.
"Is there a problem?" I asked, strolling over to the screaming woman. At this point only another couple in the window were in the shop.

"Yes there's a fucking problem," screeched the woman turning to me, "this dick won't make me a coffee." The woman had long red hair, and was wearing a purple dress although one of her boobs was hanging out. She also stank of alcohol. "I'm sorry mam," stammered the terrified employee, "I can't make you a five dollar coffee if you only have two dollars." The woman swore at him again.

"It's ok, here's three dollars," I said forking the change out of my pocket, "Now give the lady her coffee".
"Yes Sir" said the dude, and handed over a cardboard cup. The woman swore at him again, before turning to me and smiling.
"Thank you. You are so kind." I smiled.
"Glad to be of help," I smiled back, and made an effort to push past her. She grabbed my arm.
"Come with me, I want to show you something." She whispered loudly, and pulled me out of the store. I noticed she'd left her coffee behind.

"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Just here" she chirped. She'd pulled me into an alley beside Starbucks, filled with piles of rubbish and bins. She pulled me behind one of the bins, so we were out of view of the street. She reached into her small bag and pulled out a half empty bottle of vodka. She took a swig whilst I checked my watch: 9:30. Nice. She offered the bottle to me. I shook my head, so she dropped it on the floor, where it smashed. Then she pulled out a bag of white powder, and snorted some. I say some – it was a big fucking bag.

"You want some?" She whined. I shook my head: I'd had enough coke for a lifetime already.
"Awwww. Go on." She whined again. Inside me, a battle raged over whether to take it or not. Part of me wanted it, craved it. Part of me knew it would destroy me.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Lindsay. You?"
"I'm Fang." She frowned.
"Is that like… European?" I nodded. She stopped talking and looked around idly, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes and digested the coke, while her hand came up and played with her tit. Her other hand snaked up between her legs. I stared in awe, and the battle in my head was over. I moved in closer to Lindsay, and bent down to close my mouth around her exposed nipple. She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise, before jigging herself of furiously down south. We slid to the floor as our lips met and her tongue pushed into my body with the stench of vodka. I pulled hungrily at her dress till it ripped straight down the middle. She threw the cloth aside and clawed at my shoulders.

"I think I will have some coke," I growled. She giggled and pushed me off of her, reaching over for her bag. As I fumbled with my belt, she took out her bag of coke and drizzled it in a line from her belly button to the top of her pussy. I grinned, and bent down to sniff her belly button. She giggled as I made my way down to her woman regions, until all the coke was gone. I then pushed my tongue into her body, and Lindsay screamed and squirmed in ecstasy, as my tongue ravaged her vagina.

"Oh yes more" she moaned, squeezing her tits. I pushed my face in deeper, my tongue cleaning out her deepest depths as she groaned and gyrated beneath me. I withdrew my tongue and slid up her body, only stopping to quickly suck on each nipple. When I reached her face I sucked on her neck, and pushed my cock into her pussy. She cried out my name, and then we fucked like animals. I slammed into her, relentless and hard, squeezing her tits as my balls flapped about. She swore about how she was going to punish me later, between her gasps of pleasure. I drilled into her, until she moaned in orgasm and her juices drowned my balls. I kept up the pace, lifting her legs over my shoulders with ease, and squeezing her ass cheeks.

"Ah, Lindsay" I grunted as I spilled my load inside her. She screamed and flung her head back, and I bought my pounding to a stop. I was about to ask if she was ready to go again, when she pushed me off her. She grabbed my cock and began to jerk me before I lost my erection. She smiled at me, and then threw up all over her tits. A vile, orange mess spewed out of her mouth, cascading down her body. I leapt up, wrenching my cock away from her desperate hand. She smiled at me again.

"It's alright…" she began before another wave of puke escaped, plastering her front again. I pulled up my zipper and legged it, before casually strolling out into the sunlight. I headed back towards the car, happy with the morning's work. I walked past Starbucks, and towards the carpark.

"Fang?" said a woman's voice. I spun round.
"I thought it was you," said Megan, smiling and walking towards me. She'd just come out of Starbucks, and I almost jazzed my pants. She had the tightest possible top on, which was bright blue and dripping with sweat. Not only did it crush her breasts, it emphasized her erect nipples. She also had tiny shorts on, which were also skin-tight.

"Been… um… working out?" I asked.
"Yeah," she smiled, "Wednesday is my gym day."
"Oh right. I'd been thinking of joining a gym round here," I lied.
"Oh you should come to mine, it's the best. They have like everything you could need," she said, falling into step with me.
"I might do that," I smiled. Hah, score.
"You want a ride?" I asked. She debated in her head.
"If you don't mind. I'm just going up to Jefferson, it's not far." I nodded.

"No problem, come on," I gestured for her to walk with me, and we crossed the road into the car park.
"So which one is yours?" Megan asked, looking around at the cars. Being Los Angeles, all the cars were nice. And expensive. Mostly Cadillacs or Corvettes.
"Come on which one?" She pleaded. I took the keys out of my pocket, at remotely unlocked the car. The Lamborghini's lights flicked in front of us. Megan went limp.

"No. Fucking. Way." She stared open mouthed at the car.
"You like it?" I laughed, walking towards it, and opening the door upwards.
"I fucking love it," she gasped. Megan ran her hands over the hood, stroking it like a pet.
"This is the new model. How the fuck did you get this?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Seriously!" She continued, "This is one of the coolest cars in the world. I would give my cock to have this," she said sliding into the passenger seat.
"You don't have a cock," I pointed out, hoping she was kidding.
"Then I'll use yours," she winked. I almost fucking jumped her. Instead I started the car.

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