I have an addictive personality. I don’t do much in moderation. One of the things I cannot do without is coffee. If I don’t have a large cup of coffee as soon as I wake up, I usually want to kick someone in the cunt immediately upon leaving my crib. Yesterday morning I was out of coffee. Not a good start to the day, though it got better.
I pack up my laptop and head to Starbucks for coffee and to get some work done. As soon as I sit down I notice a whore across the room sitting alone and wearing a shirt with the the top 4 buttons opened and her huge tits practically resting on her bagel. I pick up my shit and move right across from her. After a closer look, I see she is probably early 30s, not a knockout but I’d fucking nail the pig. I started thinking about what horrible shit I could do to her when I realized I must have been staring at her for a few minutes.
Big Titted Whore: “Uh…hello… can I help you with something?”
Me: “I don’t know. I was just noticing your rack hanging out. I like it.”
She seemed kind of startled by my comment (whatever) but laughed. I think she thought I was trying to be funny. Dumb whore.
Big Titted Whore: “Wow. You really say what’s on your mind, huh?”
Me: “I do. You really dress like a whore when you want strangers to stare at you, don’t YOU?”
Big Titted Whore: “OK I’m done. Thanks for playing. I thought you were just being cute.”
Me: “I’m not done until you put your tits back in your Walmart shirt. Then I’LL be done. You can sit there and do whatever dumb shit you were doing.”
Big Titted Whore: “You sure are a rude bastard! I bet you don’t do too well with women.”
Me: “I do just fine and I have the video evidence to prove it. I would just rather look at and bang dumb broads than listen to you all yap your nonsense.”
Big Titted Whore: “fucking asshole. blah blah blah”
Then she gets up and leaves. Probably to show off her clam in another coffee shop down the road. Coffee Slut.
I don’t get these whores that dress like the filthy sluts they are and expected to be treated with respect and dignity. I struggle with treating ANY BROAD with dignity, nevermind some past-her-prime slut whose self esteem grows with every button she leaves open in her $13 shirt. Seriously, was I wrong in this situation? Would it have been better to talk to her like she was a fucking coy little flirt instead of the horny bitch that clumsily tries to seduce strangers in coffee shops while her kids are in school? I don’t think that kind of charity helps anyone. Fuck her. I hope she learned something today. But I doubt it.
After my coffee, I had a business meeting. Some big shit in the works. You’ll all be the last to know. Especially after one of you guys fucked up my last deal. Forgive and forget? I don’t think so.
Jack
