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It
was 8.am. and Christian T. was already in front of Gay Nation. The
office of the company was located at the center of the town and was
actually pretty great unlike the products of the firm. Gay Nation was
in the so-called supplement business or in other words the business
where you exchange nothing for something. It was working pretty well
and Christian T. and his friends were making a killing from ignorant
teenagers who believed that protein powders and creatine were the way
to go. In the meanwhile the whole staff of Gay Nation was injecting
hormones in order to get swoll.
Molly
was yet to come and Christian T was getting nervous. He started
singing some retro songs and ironically one of them was Money by
Abba.
'Nice
voice.', said Molly from the back.
'Oh.
I didn't see you. Let's go inside.'
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Of
course Christian T. didn't go with Molly in the main part of the
office. He decided to use the warehouse where all the powders were
stored. He opened his briefcase and his hands were shaking a little
bit. He took some kind of a map out of it. It this was not an
ordinary map. There were weird symbols like needles and bottles on
it. It seems that this was a map that the steroid mob made to
separate the different drug zones. It was actually well made and in
the middle there was a giant needle.
'How
do you know I am not a cop.', asked Molly.
'I
checked your history. You worked as a waitress for 6 years. You ain't
a cop.'
'Is
that so, give me the map and your wife will never found about your
addiction.'
'Lol.
Not so easy tiger. I will give you the map but you have to give me
something more.', said Christian T who obviously wanted to fuck
Molly. He grabbed her with his powerful arms and kissed her. His
breath was awful and there were rats that smelled better. Molly
pushed him and tried to get the map but the fucker was strong. Just
this morning he injected 1 000 mg of testosterone – a dose many
would consider deadly. For him this was regular stuff.
Chris
T. pulled his pants down and said: “Suck my dick, you whore”. His
dick was small. In fact small was an understatement. His dick was so
tiny that he could win the Small Dick World Cup. Molly was scared but
she has been in similar position many times before and had a plan
that always worked.
Molly
decided to play along and lowered herself right in front of Christian
T's genitals.
'Oh,
yeah baby. Go for it.', said Christian T who was dreaming of this
moment ever since he met Molly.
Molly
grabbed the dick of Christian T. She needed only two fingers because
it was that small. The waitress was about to put it in her mouth or
at least it looked like it. The blonde, however, was prepared for
similar scenarios and had a a secret weapon – a ring knife from her
grandmother.
Molly
pulled out the blades of the ring and cut Christian T's cock in two
pieces. Initially Chris thought that Molly tried to bite him or
something but just a few seconds later he saw the bloody mess as well
as the fact that his male pride was reduced by 50%.
'You
fucking bitch.'
Molly
punched him in the face and ran with his whole briefcase leaving him
dickless and bleeding in the warehouse surrounded by creatine and
protein powder bottles.
To
be continue...
