Sometimes Jessica loved acting like a bimbo, sometimes she loved acting like a bitch. In her hometown she'd easily been the most gorgeous girl, even if in a trashy sort of way. The boys (and men) would line up to take a crack at her, but she inevitably used her looks to either make a fool of them, or to gain some advantage. Sometimes it was to get at some money she saw lying around (clueless to the fact that it was often a forty left out on purpose once some guys figured out her angle), other times it was just to be a bitch and fuck the boyfriend of a girl she didn't like - which was all of them.
With this loser she was playing the bimbo card to the hilt, but as soon as he reached the point of no return the bitch came out, yanking her fingers off him as his bladder finally unleashed, missing her mouth and face that he'd been aiming at and fountaining into the air before splashing down on his lap.
A moment of shocked silence followed before he slapped the dick away, inadvertantly sending the fountain straight into Jessica, who howled in protest as her plan - like so very many before - backfired on her.
Screeching Jessica raised her arms to protect her face, leaving her hair and tits exposed to the giant golden geyser before the man abruptly clenched hard on the muscles, sending one last powerful spurt into her shirt before he gasped for breath and grimaced down at himself.
"God what a mess," he muttered, but his anger was nothing compared to hers. She let out a torrent of words so loud it was a wonder the windows didn't break and so filthy it was a wonder she wasn't struck down from on high.
"But... but... you said..." was all he managed to stammer in the face of her anger.
"I was acting, you asshole! Now drive! Drive me somewhere that I can clean up, you fucking goat turd!"
Wilting in the face of her continued assault the man slammed the pedal to the floor, screeching down the lonely little road until he found the first place likely to have a bathroom.
"I hope you hit a cow!" she screeched after him, smoke nearly coming from her ears as she abruptly ignored his existence in favor of inspecting the damage. Her shirt clung to her just a little bit more than before, but it was the acrid odor that had her wrinkling her delicate little nose.
Huffing in annoyance she looked around. |