After Hours

Ah, now that hits the spot. Nothing like a Castrated Cowboy after a hard day's work. Who am I kidding, a hard day's fun. In case your wondering what a Castrated Cowboy is here's whats in it. Liquefied cowboy's testicles, vermouth and gin with an olive. Basically it's a Martini with a little extra-- shall we say fizz too it. That's what I'm drinking at Reveca and I's favorite bar, Asmodeus's Corner Tavern.

There's something I've been itching to ask Reveca ever since we got off work today." Have you ever bitten one off?" She grins from pointy ear to pointy ear. "Bitten one what off Drusilla?"

"Oh you know, a dick." She rests her chin on her hands before answering." Yes, I bit off Pol Pot's little tinkle twig. You know that looney bastard from Cambodia who basically genocided a large portion of his own people." She glances at the door before continuing. "And speaking of looney look who's coming. It's your former emperor and aww how cute he brought a date."

I turn around and sure enough it's Caligula walking in holding hands with Eva Braun. Wow what a fucked up pair. I died during Caligula's reign. One thing you could say about him is he wasn't boring. The crazy fucker. He was promoted to demon a short time after I was. "Didn't you **** him once Dru?"

"Yes. I did everything I could think of. I put him under a trample table and danced on his cock and balls wearing spiked stiletto heels. I stuck a red hot sounding rod up his urethra. I pegged him while wearing a strap on dildo with rusty razor blades attached. I poured Carolina Reaper Hot Sauce on his eyeballs. I whipped him, branded him with a white hot branding iron. You name I did it. And you know what? The crazy bastard loved every second of it. In some ways I'm proud to have called him my emperor."

"I'm glad you feel that way Drusilla because they're heading this way."