It's time to check back on Marlissa. Chuck's cheating fiancee has a lot of punishment coming to her, and you don't know if you can trust the hobos to give it to her.
Back at the soup kitchen, you grab a humble bowl of chili and a chicken drumstick from the kitchen and walk over to the restroom. No sense in letting the leftovers go to waste. Chicken's chicken.
The scene is promising. A couple of men walk out just as you get there. One's picking his nose and wiping it in his beard. Another is ambling while his pants around his ankles, scratching his balls. Both look pretty damn happy for homeless guys.
Inside the restroom, you watch a line of five haggard men take turns fucking the whore. Ass. Cunt. Ass. Cumbucket.
Between them, they look like they've given the cheating whore lice, fleas, gonorrhea, syphilis, and several strains of herpes. Oh, and bedbugs. Their clothes definitely need a wash.
When they leave, you dip the chicken drumstick in the chili and shove it up her cum-laden whore ass. She thrashes, wiggling her fuckhole ass. Ha.
You spill the rest of the chili over the "I'm a slut! Use and abuse my wet hot pussy and ass!" message on her back. It washes away some of the hobo throw-up. The writing is still clear. With any luck, she'll get more fucking before morning comes.
You walk out and given Chuck a call.
"Chuck."
"Buddy."
"Found your fiancee trying fucking some sleazebag."
"What?"
"She was trying to get knocked up and have you raise the kid."
"What the fuck?"
"I know. Mysteriously, she then ended up being gang-banged at a soup kitchen."
"Wow. I like your style."
"I don't know what you are talking about," you answer, grinning. |