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When Ayesha opened her dm’s, she was not expecting a dm from the most basic, deadbeat man she had ever met in her life.
She was unwinding after a crazy night at the club with Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton, the three girls lay on the couch gradually falling asleep in their glamorous body glitter and makeup, Ayesha still wearing her broken stiletto pumps.
Now, home with her girls, she finds herself in a situation where her ex-boyfriend's best friend had sent her a message. This guy by the way, had the hugest crush on Ayesha, and everyone knew he wanted to fuck her.
But to be real…who wouldn’t?
His name is Chad, and for a guy with such a tiny cock, he could be a massive dick.
Ayesha doesn't know if she’s in more shock than she should be, as she just stares blankly at her inbox, containing Chad’s simple ‘Hello’.
She begins to type, her French tips crafting out a strategic and cunty reply, to stomp out Chad’s flame.
She goes to press send but pauses and thinks, ‘Why the fuck do I care? I know I’m better!’
She holds onto backspace and just sends a simple “Whatever”
To be honest she was so worn out from mothering all night, she just needed a break.
Although she thought she put a pause to Chad’s horned up antics, she hadn’t, and Chad really just unapologetically said what he wanted to.
“Hey baby girl, I like your pics! And guess what so does my dick”
Ayesha’s face scrunches up in disgust.
She was a slut, but she would never fuck Chad’s ugly ass in a million years! She wouldn’t sit on his fugly stubble covered face or blow on his 5 inch popsicle dick if her life depended on it. And if Chad thought she was that easy then he could go fuck himself.
She typed out exactly how she felt.
“Oh please boy! Don’t make me gag!! I’ve seen your pics, your piece is sag!”
She sends, but feeling aggressive she types again.
“You fucked my friends in your father’s Benz! You're five inches with an upward bend so Chad, stop. Don’t be rude, I'm not gonna send you any nudes!”
Sent, then she blocks Chad on instagram and throws her phone away without a second thought.
“Bzz”
A phone buzz.
Ayesha looks over at Lindsay, “Was that your phone?” She asks.
Lindsay rolls her eyes, “No girl, you're the only one who ever has your phone on vibrate. It buzzes more than an electric toothbrush on Paris’s clit.”
A scoffed sound exits Paris’s throat, followed by, “Bitch!” then a projectile stiletto directed at Lindsay.
Ayesha reaches over to pick up her phone, to see a message from an unknown number, but a familiar name.
“Hey it’s Chad.” The message reads, “Why tf did you block me??”
Ayesha groans in annoyance
“Who is it?” Lindsay asks.
“Chad.”
“Ew! Fuck that!” Paris chimes in.
Ayesha groans again then complains, “Oh my god how’d he get my number!”
Lindsay peeks a stinky, side eye in Paris’s direction, “Did you give it to him?”
“Well…Why would I do that!”
Silence and dirty looks. Looks that force Paris to speak the truth.
“Okay yeah I did.”
“Oh my god!” Lindsay exclaims
“He won’t stop texting!” Ayesha complains, “Ugh!”
Ayesha couldn’t think of any more ways to shut Chad up right now.
“Tell him you’re not giving him nudes!” Lindsay exclaimed.
She spoke aloud as she typed a response to Chad
“I’m not gonna send you nudes Chad, you’re not getting nudes Chad, I’m not gonna send you nudes Chad. You’re fucking ridiculous!”
“There.” Ayesha signals, “Now that we’ve solved that does anyone know how to block him?”
Lindsay and Paris look at each other, letting out a simultaneous, “No.”
“BZZZ BZZZZ” Ayesha’s phone was ringing, she peeked a fearful squinting eye at her screen to discover it was Chad.
“Oh my god!” Ayesha freaks, “What can i do he’s calling now”
Lindsay and Paris simultaneously groaned, in sympathy for Ayesha.
Ayesha continues complaining, “Its so annoying and fucking sick! I don’t wanna see your turkey dick.”
“Is this illegal?” Paris questions.
“It has to be!” Lindsay exclaims.
Ayesha agrees, waving her hands in bodily expression of her emotions, “He’s totally fucking harrasing me!”
She sighed. She felt lost. Chad wouldn’t leave her the fuck alone and she had no idea what to do.
Until the best and simplest idea popped into her brain. She felt the light bulb turn on above her head, so perfect and bright that she thought she would be able to see it if she looked up.
“I think I know what we should do.” Ayesha smirked, the twinkle in her eye displaying playful idealism.
She conveyed her idea so well just with her expression. The girls surely knew what she meant, their eyes widened and mouths agape.
Ayesha spoke again, “I know I’m game but I don’t know about you.”
Lindsay looked quizzically at Ayesha, “ Are you saying what I think you are?”
Paris backed her up, “You don’t think that’s a bit too far?”
Ayesha shook her head. She was being absolutely serious.
She knew that they understood. Despite how shocked Paris and Lindsay seemed to be, it was very much like Ayesha to think of this as the solution. But to be fair, it was easiest.
They were going to kill Chad.
“You grab the mask and I’ll grab the knife! And Chad baby this ends tonight.”
After being Ayesha’s best friend for a long time Lindsay was used to antics like this and she came around to the idea with a shrug.
“Okay bitch,” she said, “Let’s do it.”
Paris didn't want to be a minority. She hesitated but eventually agreed with passion, “Douse this boy in lighter fluid!”
Ayesha’s smile beamed and she nodded her head, excited from the wave of support she was reviving for this idea.
They were going to fucking kill Chad.
He was totally gonna get murdered.
“But wait before we start the chase,” Ayesha paused, “I wanna check my MySpace.”
The girls walked outside the house, the click clack of their heels on the pavement echoing through the streets.
The girls all piled into Ayesha’s Cadillac, murder materials at the ready, and the hair matted on their pretty little heads.
“Oh my God! It stinks like Lindsay’s discharge in here!” Ayesha complains, “Have you two been fucking guys in my Cadillac?”
Lindsay and Paris look at each other.
“Well,” Lindsay says, “We know you don’t fuck in Cadillacs so we thought why don’t we make use of it?”
Ayesha groans, “Bitch! You two are both rich enough to buy a Caddy for yourself! Probably two of them! Don’t fuck in mine!”
“Fine.” Paris says
Ayesha starts the car, “Okay. You got his address?”
Lindsay cocks her head in confusion, “I thought you had it! And who said you were driving!”
Ayesha argued, “You don’t even know how to drive! Besides, you're in charge of the music.”
Lindsay stutters in defence, “Well, all I have is Mandy Moore and that's not exactly murder music.”
Paris butts in, “Says who?”
The girls continued driving through the streets of the city, on the edges of their seats from adrenaline.
This murder mission was exhilarating for them all and for Ayesha, it felt freeing. She was so close to taking her action to escape the clutches of Chad’s clammy hands.
The girls listened as the tyres rotated on the dewy night road, rolling along to the beat of their journey.
Ayesha’s liberation.
She pressed a stiletto pump down on the brake, and the car came to a halting stop in the suburban streets of Los Angeles.
“We’re here.” She said as she gazed out of the car window.
Chad’s house, a white weatherboard cottage sort of place, barely illuminated by the street lamp on the path cutting through his unkempt lawn.
The girls got out of the car, being careful to close their doors quietly, so as not to spook Chad, then proceeding to prance down his driveway.
Paris went up to Chad’s wooden front door, with her lock picking tools but…
She scoffed in amusement.
“What is it?” Ayesha asked.
“The ugly bitch left his door open.” Paris replied, as she twirled her lock picks around her finger.
The girls slowly pushed open Chad’s front door, each one of them with a hand on the wood, moving with a long screech.
They trotted through Chad’s house, feet dancing over his cold wooden floorboards, creaking lightly with every footstep.
The girls navigated their way through Chad’s dusty hallways to find him fallen asleep on the couch in his living room, the tv still running on some random news channel.
Ayesha sneered at the sight of it. Chad was a fucking mess and a total loser! Shame on him for ever thinking he could get with her.
Her sneer morphed into a smile as she imagined the next few moments, Chad splayed out unconscious in front of her, practically wrapped around her finger
Lindsay and Paris set things up on the other side of the living room, drizzling Jerry cans full of oil all over Chad’s living room.
Ayesha walked over to Chad and slid a leg over his waist, then rested all her weight on him in a mounted position.
She bends over until her face practically meets Chad’s, as she whispers in his ear and shakes him gently.
Chad groans as she slowly opens his eyes, “A-y-yesha?” He questions, stammering and slurring his speech.
“Yes Chad, baby it’s me!” She responds.
Chad looks down at Ayesha’s thighs on his hips and asks, “What’re y-you doing?”
“Well,” Ayesha thinks then formulated a story, "I've been thinking about you so much baby, I just can’t stop!”
Confused, “Really?” Chad asks.
“Oh yes baby,” Ayesha smirks, “ I think about you in the kitchen.”
She grinds me on Chad, his pelvis pushing up with pleasure from the connection.
Yes, this is exactly what Ayesha wants.
“I think about you in the shower.” She says as she slides down, off Chad and hooks her fingers into the waistband of his pants.
Chad goes to say something but stammers so hard he doesn’t end up getting a full word out.
What a nervous wreck, Ayesha thought.
Anyone would think he’d never had sex before, and she honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that was true.
“I even think about you…in the bedroom.”
With that Chad’s sleepy eyes go wide, she pulls his pants and underwear all the way down over his knees in one smooth movement, exposing a throbbing dick.
Girthy, but anything except long. It had to be one of the shortest dicks had ever seen, let alone blown, but she had to if this plan was to stay in motion.
She opened her mouth and curled her plump red lips around Chad’s foreskin, then pushed her mouth down pulling it back and engulfing his entire cock head, which wasn’t much anyway.
Chad moaned loudly, and smacked a hand the couch cushions the other on his brow. Breathing heavy like this was the best blowjob he’d ever received in his life.
A life that wasn’t going to last much longer.
Ayesha reached a hand to her back pocket and curled her fingers around her hidden weapon of choice, sheathed in her skin tight denim.
The silver blade glinted in the tv light, the handle moulded to Ayesha’s iron grip.
Her plan was almost complete.
She slid her lips off the tip of Chad’s dick, so she could speak.
“Hey Chad,” she queried, “Have you ever been strapped before?”
He stammered, “N-no.”
“Can I…strap you?”
Chad looked like he had second thoughts about it, proceeding to shake his head to rid himself of any doubts, “Yeah sure, why not.” He said.
Ayesha smiles, unsheathing the blade from her pants pocket.
Chad's eyes were closed, anticipating, this was perfect.
She wrapped a hand around his thigh, lifting his leg up to expose a tight pink hole.
She held the blade in her hand ready, “Okay Chad I’m gonna slide it in ready baby?”
“I’m ready.” He mumbles.
“It’s gonna feel so good baby okay? One…”
Chad gulps.
“Two.”
Ayesha positions the tip go the blade at Chad’s puckering entrance, the metal glistening in the night
Chad’s eyes are squeezed tightly shut, nervous for the following moments.
She practically laughs, “One.”
With all her force she pushes the blade deep inside Chad’s anus, slicing his hole clean in half.
He screams monstrously loudly, a pain Ayesha had never heard before.
She clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing his agony, “Shh Shh.” She teased.
Tears of hurt rolled down Chad’s face and streams of blood poured from his ass.
Ayesha clamped her other hand around the blade, still wedged in Chad’s asshole.
Chad shook his head, making sounds of begging through Ayesha’s muffling hand.
Ayesha sighed, “Sorry Chad, I had to teach you.”
She twisted the knife with a harsh jolt, dishevelling his insides.
He screamed again, even louder than before. She pulled the knife out, making way for blood and chunks of organs to come rushing out.
She stands up and grabs his jaw with a firm hand, knife in the other held over Chad’s forehead and ready to strike.
“Don’t fuck with me.”
She dug the blade deep into Chad’s forehead, he twitched, then his body went limp, completely lifeless.
She grabbed the last Jerry can and doused the boy in lighter fluid, covering him entirely and being sure to pour some in his gaping mouth just for fun.
She spat on his chest and scrunched up her face, proceeding to leave the scene with her heels clacking loudly on his floorboards.
Lindsay and Paris were waiting outside, arms folded expectantly.
“Wow,” Paris said, “We could hear his pussy screams from out here!”
“Well, stabbing in the ass tends to hurt.” Ayesha responded.
“Come on, we gotta go.” Lindsay said, walking over to prepare their getaway car.
Ayesha pulled a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it till the flame came alive, the orange spark dancing in the reflection to the oil trail leading to Chad’s house.
“Good fucking riddance.”
Ayesha dropped the lighter into the puddle of oil, which instantly caught fire, beelining along the trail inside the house.
Ayesha hopped in the car hastily, slamming the car door behind her.
She slams her foot down on the gas pedal, leaving a trail of dust swirling on the road outside Chad’s burning home.
As the sound of the highway wind greeted her ears and the speed ruffled her hair, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a bit.
She felt wild.
She felt free.