He cashed his meager paycheck and bought a whore.
She said she was ending a three week acid quest and
needed to get off the streets because the twelve-tailed
rats were honing in on her signal.
“I’ll be your best friend if you’ll be my Jesus,” she
cooed.
At her place she took her heels and her wig off and
her dentures out. She asked what he wanted, he told
her, she gave him a price, he paid.
“How’s this toy?” She posed for him, slapping the
bulbous head of her strap-on. A faux neon blue
Lexington Steele-sized dong lined with stained
razorblades.
“Bend over for the time of your life,” she said, blowing
him a kiss.
He punched her in the gunt. Staring down at her, a
crumpled mass gasping for air, he retrieved his
erection from his trousers and masturbated with her
wig.
“Tell me you love me,” she wheezed.
He came in her wig, placed it on his head, and
pranced around the room to the divertimento playing
in his head.
”You Jews have the weirdest fetishes,” she said,
standing.
“Half-Jew,” he said, leaving.
