Helen: The dark and stinky garage
From Create Your Own Story
To hell with Rose and the appearances, this man is deliciously available and willing to give you some love and appreciation. You drag him in your path. Behind the garage you find a small door, you take it. Groping in the dark you look for the lights.
Mustache’s… You’ve decided you would call him that way no matter what. …Mustache’s hands are already all over you. Unable to find any kind of switch you abandon yourself into the darkness. In no time he unties the knot holding your shirt in front of you. He sucks on your nipples as if his life would depend on it. You can understand his eagerness but it’s not like you’re enjoying it. He’s sloppy and you start to regret you decision. Your shirt falls to the ground.
The button of your jean shorts breaks under his strong fingers. He slides them down your legs throwing them away leaving you butt naked. This is starting to seriously piss you off. You’re about to protest when you hear a terrifying scream coming from the front yard. That’s the moment he chooses to penetrate you with his small yet hard dick.
Both the scream and the penetration take you off balance. With a couple of fast movements he discharges his sticky semen into you.
You tumble away, slap him. And start feeling around for your shirt and shorts. Another scream petrifies you.
You can hear mustache behind you breathing heavily. Apparently this second scream has reached his useless brain and he has made the necessary connections.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”
Well maybe not.
“Shut the fuck up and help me find my clothes” you whisper.
You turn around to see his silhouette running away in the night. You really have an awful taste in men.
You resume your searching. Nothing here, nothing there. Where did it end up?
After a long time, after crawling under the car, you find your shorts but your shirt has mysteriously vanished. You wrap yourself in a blanket you find laying around and risk a peek outside. Since the second scream no noise has come from the front yard.
There’s no one in sight. You stand up and… finally hit the switch illuminating the filthiest garage you’ve ever seen. The car hasn’t been used in years, so many things have been dumped here and the whole place is covered in a thick layer of dust and oil.
Looking down at yourself you realize that you are too covered in the same mix of filthiness. Looking up you find your shirt hanging from the lamp. Determined to get it back and conserve some dignity you climb up the car to get it when you hear the noise of footsteps coming from a small door you hadn’t spotted so far and seemingly connecting the house to the garage.
The sounds of sniffing and the violent banging on the door that follow the end of the footsteps noise aren’t reassuring you at all.
What do you do?
Wait for the person to come in?
Or Follow Mustache the way he went?
Alcohol level: Never had a drop in your life
Drug level: Nope
Horny level: Sex? What is that?
