No way

You scram and head back to your office. Something weird really is going on in this city, and besides, when have the cops ever helped out?

But when you get back to your office you see that you might have more work in front of you than expected.

It’s been tossed.

The whole room is a disaster: papers everywhere, computer smashes, desk overturned. Someone thinks you’re getting too close and you think you’re just getting started.

There are three loud thumps on you floor from the ceiling below and then Anita’s voice, “Get the fuck down here!!!” Oh goody, on top of everything, the bitch wants to yell at you again.

But when you get downstairs you see that she has a decent reason. Her butcher’s shop has been tossed too. It’s a disaster. Cases broken. Meat all over the floor. Equipment broken. Some shattered.

“This is because of you isn’t it?” She says between clenched teeth.

You actually kinda feel bad. “Hey, are you okay?” You ask. “Were you here when this happened?” You’re kinda hoping she was and saw who did this.

“No. I was out looking for Mindy. She never came back from her lunch break. Probably because you scared her off. Then when I got back, the shop was like this!” She walks up to you, clearly fuming; fury in her eyes. “Just tel me the truth. You’re the reason this happened right?”

No point lying. She already knows. “I think so, ye…” you don’t get a chance to finish before she slaps you hard across the face.

You don’t hesitate the return the gesture, slapping her back. Her mouth drops, as if you just did the worst thing ever. But you’re not the kinda guy who’s just gonna let a broad slap him.

Then she says something that truly shocks you. “Do it again.”

You hesitate because… what the fuck is she talking about? She cocks her hand to give you another slap and you beat her to it, slapping the other side of her face even harder.

She breathes heavily, her considerable chest heaving up and down. “Now fuck me already.” She says and you can’t believe it. “I know you’ve always wanted to.”

You really haven’t and suspect she’s doing more than a little projecting. But now looking at the wildness in her eyes, you think you might. “COME ON! You’ve fucked my business. You’ve fucked my life. Now fuck my cunt! Take it!”

You’re not gonna question the wisdom of a bitch in heat. You shove her to the ground violently. The ground is already sloppy from the juices of the meats everywhere. This is going to be one of your messier fucks, you can tell.

You jump on her, straddling her, knees on both sides of her body. You grab her shirt and pull it off. It doesn’t tear easily, and pulls against her body hardly. Eventually the sound of ripping fabric is joined by the sound of Anita’s screams.

Her body is strong, and it takes effort to gain control of it, especially with her flailing with mad desire. Finally you get your hands on her hips, pull down her jeans and manage to thrust your stiffening cock inside her.

You can't believe that you're fucking Anita, the bane of your existence for years. But you really can't believe how into it she is.

"Fuck me! Fuck me like one of your dumb whores!" She growls, her hand slapping the floor. And you do just that, thrusting into her slit as hard as you've ever thrust into anyone; the sound of your flesh slapping against her flesh fills the room. The smell of sex overtakes everything. "I know you hate me! Hate fuck me!"

She's an absolute maniac. How had you never noticed this before? Or maybe seeing her life's work smashed up has made her brain go pop.

She thrusts herself at you just as furiously as you push into her. "Tell me I'm better than that big titted moron who comes to see you!" She says, her tits swaying beneath her, her red hair falling in her face. Is that what this is about? Is she jealous?

You decide not to tell her that Flower does things with her mouth that most women aren't capable of. So you say, "You certainly like getting fucked like a dog more than she does." Which might be true.

"RUFF! RUFF!" She shouts, then pants loudly for your entertainment.

Maybe she is better than Flower. After all, Flower fucks you because she needs something. Anita is doing this because... why? Some inherent need to be hatefucked? Whatever it is, you like it. You like her. You never thought you'd feel that way.

"Cum deep inside me!" She snips.

She's right that you are about ready to cum. Your cock has had quite the workout today and it's still pretty early in the day. You fire your jizz inside her with a loud groan and finally let go of her sweaty hips.

She flops to the floor.

You tuck your cock back into your pants, breathing heavily. You give her limp body a look. "What the fuck was that? You're a fan of mine now?"

"Don't flatter yourself?" Her bare tits heave as she breathes heavily too. "I needed to get that out of my system and you were here." Then she gets up onto her knees and looks around. "At least they didn't steal any of that shit your whore left."

Well that doesn't make sense. You have to ask. "What does that mean?"

"That slut whose been visiting you... she came by here four months ago selling industrial kitchen cleaners. They were a good price so I bought some. But then delivered four times what I bought. When I called her and told her to come get it, she told me to keep it. What kinda salesman does that? I'm not kidding when I say she's dumb." She scoffs. "The assholes who did this stole all the cash in the till, three pounds of Italian sausage. But didn't touch that. At least I got enough to clean up this mess."

This could be an opening for you to find out who Flower is. You ask to see the boxes. So Anita wipes herself down, composes herself and takes you into the back closet. There they are, four big boxes that say 'Cummings Chemicals' on them.

A little research into their salesforce should get a name for you. It might be essential to know who Flower really is, if you're going to figure out what's really going on. Then again, it might not be helpful at all, other than satisfying your curiosity about who's been sucking your balls.