Who knows

Megan stood there as she watched the car drive away. Raquelle, who operated the gloryholes and was the soon-to-be mother of one of my children following a school field trip to the clinic last year, asked where I was going. "Who knows."

Janice frowned, recalling my exploits during that week. "He could be gone forever, winding up dead in some orgy in Cabo in four days." She's seen worst case scenarios. "John started drinking more. If he discovers ****, and the fact that the law will allow him to use any narcotic, and even provide it for him free, he might OD in a day or two."

The party had dwindled down. The bonfire was set up and ready-to-burn, but it was not yet dark. The night air had swept in though, and the nudity was now only present on the most die-hard of hedonists, especially since I wasn't around to impress.

Amy, of course, was still completely naked, tied up, and upside down on a tree. She had whip marks and bruises all over her body, and was the only woman completely available for the men to use and ****. "Wait," she said, her vision cloudy and covered in pain. "What is it, cunt?" asked her daughter Megan. "We can track him."

Three girls were riding in a red Tesla sportster at six PM. "So, Bobby really has a bootleg of Azrael 2?" asked Missy.

"Duh, his dad was the second assistant director. Of course he'd have an advanced copy," responded Lisa.

"He just wants to get into your pants," giggled Phoebe.

"As if. You bitches know I tease, but don't put out."

The car interrupted the girl talk. "Yo, Dames, just a heads up. We're being rerouted."

"What the fuck?" said one of the dames as they all attempted to stop or exit the vehicle. It was having none of that, and they soon found themselves in a dank alleyway, darkened by the setting sun.

The door opened automatically, and they cautiously got out. "Why, hello there!" I said, emerging from an alcove.

"Oh, fuck. It's that creep that had us **** this morning. What the fuck do you want now? You already knocked me up, freak." Missy was upset at my presence and potentially ruining her evening plans with Bobby.

"Here's a list of groceries we need for a sex party being held at my mansion. You know, the one on the beach where I fucked you. Pick up these items and bring them to the party."

"Umm, Mister, we're not old enough to buy ****," stated the timid Phoebe.

"Then fuck the storekeeper. Or bribe him or steal it. I don't care. Just bring it to the party."

"Are you gonna transfer us some money to pay for this?" asked Lisa in a snotty voice. I slapped her. "Fuck no. Pay for it with your own cash. Or body, if you want. In fact, I must insist that you offer at least a blowjob to every shopkeeper, male or female, you run across tonight. And then when you get to the party, I want you to fuck Dr. Behan."

"Who?"

"You'll find out."

I grabbed the shy girl, Phoebe, and took the girls' sportster, as it peel out of the alleyway. The car system had politely rerouted them on my order, when I had requested it in order to fuck them. It was part of a "medical emergency" program for EDPs. It was now speeding through the streets in ambulance mode, forcing other independent self-driving cars over.

"What do you need from me, Mister?" asked the shortcropped redheaded teenager. "Blowjob."

I came as we arrived at my destination.