Slick Daddy, cursing pimp in a rush

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You’re in a fucking rush and your stuck in this fucking traffic. It’s the first fucking time in your fucking life that you see a fucking traffic jam on this side of this fucking town. And it’s eleven thirty fucking PM! Where does all those fucking cars come from?

Authors note: Considering the cursing nature of this character and to limit the number of “fucks” used inappropriately in this story line, I’d like the reader to fill in the blanks between the words with as many variations of fuck they see fit. Thank you.

You slam your hand on the fucking wheel, sorry, on the wheel of your 1974 pink cadi. You know there’s an exit, a hundred feet away but at this rate you won’t be there for another fifteen minutes. You could always bump a few bumpers and **** your way out but you spotted a police car stuck in the traffic ahead of you and you definitely don’t have time to deal with them.

Not twenty minutes ago Crissy, one of your girls, called you, she was frantic. She said that Chastity had been attacked by a John and that she was bleeding a lot. Chastity’s real name is Maria and Maria doesn’t have papers, so Maria cannot go to a hospital otherwise the police might get interested in your little business and you wouldn’t want that. So, you got out of bed, jumped into your clothes, took the first aid kit you keep at hand for those situations and drove to your girls’ spot.

But now you are stuck in traffic.

“Come on, you assholes!”

You might have to change the horn on your car but you don’t care. You have point to make and you make it loudly. Suddenly the driver’s door of the car in front of you opens. Slowly a woman exits.

Seriously? She starts walking towards. There’s something odd about her. Something ethereal…

Yeah Ethereal! Since you downloaded that one word a day app your vocabulary has expanded.

So, the ethereal woman: dark hair, very good looking, mid twenties, you wouldn’t mind having her on the street working for you. As a matter a fact you would clearly settle for half an hour in your bed with her. Her walk exhales something feline, her traits are sharp, all angles. Her eyes, intensely red, command you to shut up, open your window and let the night in.

You could, or you could just trash your way out of the traffic jam.