"Fuck," I tried to keep my cool but couldn't help the urge to slam my fist against the bathroom stall; it swung pathetically in response. Useless cunt. I fucking loved her.
My now 'ex-girlfriend' had just walked off the job, so to speak, but a few minutes ago; she didn't even have the courage to break up with me in person. I mean, fuck, I wasn't an Adonis or anything but a text? A three sentence text?
Shit, it wasn't like the separation wasn't right around the corner; I'd been trying to bury myself knuckle deep inside her since we started dating. Looks like I enjoyed exercises in futility, and for what? Was I wrong for wanting some skin? Who didn't–
My stream of self-pity was interrupted by the restroom door slowly creaking open, followed by the distinct clacking of 'Mary Janes' against linoleum tiles.
"Heya!" The last person I wanted to see, our school's infamous strumpet, Kyouka, purred like a mischievous feline.
"Jesus H. Christ, I can't get a moment to myself, can I. This is the men's bathroom, did you get lost? Or did you have an appointment with someone in the stall? You're a little early."
While a woman – well, a girl – entering the men's restroom wasn't lady like, Kyouka wasn't much of a lady; by any stretch of the imagination. Why am I mincing words? The bimbo was a certified, grade-A cum dump; a real whore's whore.
"An appointment? Very funny. Maybe I did get confused. I don't see any 'men' here," she smirked whimsically, flipping a hefty handful of her straight, blonde locks. "Annnyways, I need a favor...for a favor of course; quid-pro-whatever the fuck."
"Yeah, 'a favor'; spit it out." I didn't wanna hear shit, but looking at those spray-tanned titties as they struggled to break free of their button-down confines kept me intrigued.
"Well," Kyouka started innocently enough, "ya see, my phone just broke, would you believe it?" Hands at her hips, Kyouka played into some feigned, ditsy innocence.
"I wouldn't."
"Well you should, and I'm as broke as all hell." Stevie Wonder could see where the buxom sex-addict was going with her pitiful exposition.
"Let me guess, you'll suck me off for what, 5,000 yen?"
"No, no, no...never; 9,000." The gall. Though perhaps from Kyouka's perspective she was doing her best. The tan-skinned harlot went as far as batting her eyelids bashfully; her ingenuity somewhat endearing.
Strapped for cash I was not, "Hmmm," and we both knew I'd concede. It was over when I realized that Kyouka's sultry, azure gaze settled upon my growing bulge.
Fuck it. "Alright, alright. 9,000 yen and what...I get a blowjob? Your reputation proceeds you, ya know."
My underestimation of her sheer love to fuck, suck and swallow elicited a sinister little laugh, like that of a children's cartoon villain; you know, if they liked getting stuffed. "Heh heh heh...I'm gonna change your life, stud."