Suck his gun

You don’t want to do it. But you know you have to. So you open your mouth wide and let inside the cold metal barrel.

Should you, like, suck it for real?

No, spoiling such a beautiful gun with your saliva would be ungrateful… what the hell, what are you thinking about? He’s gonna kill you!… and if you suck, the gun may CUM… and you don’t want it to cum too early… ok, that’s the stupidest thing you could think about… is this what's important before your ****?… or maybe you think such crazy thoughts because you finally became a crazy ****?...

WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO!

Police sirens interrupt your before-**** thoughts. That means cops are near the bank.

You look at at Frank and feel his doubts. Should he spare you or take your life as a **** for Mr.Tall’s?

“That’s your lucky day, ****. I don’t want more dead bodies. But if we ever meet again… you will regret it, I promise”

He takes his gun out of your mouth, and you immediately fall on the floor, as if its barrel was your inner rod.

You don’t see what happens next: you hear voices of robbers, screams of girl who they must have taken as a hostage, then cops yelling through speaker… But it doesn’t matter at all.

You are alive. And you were ready to die as a ****. That surely makes you one, now you know it.

So several hours after, when you leave police department with a psychotherapist business card in your skirt’s pocket, you feel happy.

And that’s when your cellphone rings.