Michael Valentine: I look through the opening in the wicker closet door and see a tall slender black man begin speaking aloud to himself, shouting, “Shit, another day in this shit hole that I claim as my job. I swear I’ve got to learn to do something else with my time. Life has so much more to offer than the same lame job with longer hours and a shorter check.” There’s a light knock on the door. “Who are you?” “I’m from the temp agency.” “Come in! A thick, tight-shaped beautiful redbone woman walks in. “Mr. Mulenga, I’m your new secretary. I came in here to make sure I understand all of this job’s requirements.” Oh, is that so? You can start by filing some of those papers over there in the corner.” He almost breaks his neck looking at her bending over. I can’t blame him. Hell, I can see those long legs and that phat ass from all the way over here in this closet. She walks over and gets down on her knees underneath his desk and takes off his slacks. “You must be one of those full-service secretaries.” “Oh, I aim to please and take care of your mind, body, and soul” She’s got this guy going in circles over her oral presentation. He begins breathing hard and moans, yelling “My god, you know how to suck a c**k. Go ahead, get with this stallion, you f***ing cunt.” I come out the closet vengefully, while his eyes are closed as he enjoys the head hes getting. I take my knife and jam it through his throat slitting it from lobe to lobe. Poor bastard didn’t even have time to scream. I didn’t feel anything; it was just business. Things got a little messier than I planned. It might not have been exactly the way I envisioned it, but the job is done nevertheless.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 17:37:52 +0000
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