It was somewhat out of the blue when Victoria called you up one day a few weeks later, and you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach you might not like what she has to say.
"Victoria, I'm surprised to hear your voice again baby," you tell her as you answer her call, wondering if the sexy starlet might want to go at it with you one more time, "was I that good, baby?"
"Listen up John," she tells you, clearly sounding distressed as she begins to tell you why she is calling you, "I just found out that I'm pregnant. And the only person I've been with lately is you at and after the party. So, it's yours."
"I don't really care, Victoria," you tell her after taking a few minutes to process what she said to you, "I went after you because I wanted some of your tight, slutty pussy. It's not my fault that you're such a slut that you forgot to protect yourself."
"WHAT???!!!??? YOU BASTARD!!!" she shouts into the phone as she calls you every name in the book before starting to cry into the phone about her life being over.
"Save it slut," you tell her as you laugh into the phone, "getting you pregnant and ruining your life was just an unexpected little bonus, as far as I'm concerned. I got what I wanted, and I'm not the one that has to live with the consequences."
"Lose my number and have fun raising my bastard kid," you sneer into the phone, just about ready to hang up on her, "and I hope it reminds you every day of your life about the "fun" we had together that night, baby."
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