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SHE CRIES FOR MERCY BUT I CAN'T HEAR HER
(Kim Hardwick)
Mandy was making a scene at the most exclusive steakhouse in New York City. My sterling reputation at Keen's is unraveling before my eyes. The stodgy, yet always correct waiters look at this spoiled cunt, otherwise known as Mandy, as if she was a plague victim.
Between her crying into my handkerchief and telling me that she loved me and not to leave her, people at the trattoria were beginning to look. The more I tried to reason with her, the more emotional she got. At the rate she's going, my $100 porterhouse steak, dry aged for 40 days (prime, of course), to the ultimate in tenderness and beef flavor, would soon taste like a can of spam. What a fucking cunt.
"Mandy, what the fuck is wrong with you? This is why I'm dumping you; you can't control your emotions. You take everything I say the wrong way, and when I ask you to do things for me you either ignore me or fuck it up. I'm sorry but I've had enough of your bullshit." I was pissed and I didn't care who knew.
I've been seeing Mandy now for three months and the luster of the beginning had worn away. The excitement of great sex couldn't overcome the bullshit she was making me put up with. It was time that I kicked this whore to the curb.
"Marcus, please don't leave me! Please, I love you!" She was practically screaming now. She's forced my hand. This has really gotten out of control.
"You know what, you're right. When you're right, you're right. This is something I should have discussed with you in a more private venue. Let's go to my loft and talk this over. Maybe I was too rash." Stupid cunt; they always want to talk things over, thinking they can talk their way out of stupid female bullshit. Little does Mandy know that I've decided to show her what I really do for a living.
That's a major part of the reason for my breaking up with her. I don't have relationships with women who act in my films; I don't; it's a matter of principle, keep your private life separate from your business life. If I wanted to date women who share my fetish, then I would date the actress' I hire. I don't because I want to date other women, with other fetishes and likes. I want variety. And I also want privacy. That's what miss stupid self-centered cunt here can't understand; it's none of her fucking business what I do for a living. We're not married; we're only dating and fucking.
After my little 'talk' with her tonight at my loft, she'll be singing a different tune. She'll want to run away so fast, she'll break the sound barrier.
We're waiting for the elevator. She's never been to my loft. She's only seen my Madison Avenue apartment downtown. I can tell by her eyes that's she apprehensive.
"Well, you did say you wanted to find out more about me, right?"
"I may have been a bit hasty; you seem angry." She sounds like she's thinking about backing out; maybe she's realizing it was a big mistake to be such a fucking nag.
"No, not at all; I realized you were right. I was too secretive, too closed. I should have realized that a relationship requires more trust between two people." I was getting nauseas feeding her this bullshit, but when in Rome.
"Wow, this is a really nice place! I love the look of this loft, it has a really cool artistic feel to it." At least she wasn't bullshitting about the loft. I could tell by her look that she liked it.
"This is where I produce my films and generally, where I go to escape the world. This is where I work out the kinks in my stories." Let's see if she takes the bait.
"You never told me you made films. What kind of films do you make?"
"I produce, write and direct artistic stories dealing with the inner turmoil of women. My stories all deal with the painful transition women had to go through to be accepted by society." Yeah, and pigs fly.
"Oh Marcus, I had no idea you were so artistic and sensitive! I'm so happy you shared with me a little of yourself. See, it wasn't all bad." She came close and snuggled; obviously, she's expecting some fantastic make up sex. That will occur later, but first, there's a pain debt she owes.
"You can be so sexy; let me walk you through a typical film." The hammer is about to come down hard.
"Want to do a test audition? Who knows, maybe there's an actor lurking within your beautiful body." I can't foresee her resisting this offer; all bitches think they're real actresses deep down. And for me, once I tie the knot, it's all over for this dumb bitch.
"Seriously? I would love to be a part of your movie!" She was absolutely gushing with porcine squeal. Suddenly, I wanted a bacon sandwich.
I took her coat, made her a drink and had her follow me around as I set up the St. Andrew's cross, and the Devil's Ottoman (a custom designed furniture restraint) and then showed her my paintings, and custom designed furniture. She was totally smitten and the spoiled whiney brat that spoiled my dinner had disappeared. I was beginning to seriously hate her ass.
I turned to her, a few steps from the cross, and began to have my way with her; she responded in kind, obviously convinced that I would breed her and then she would end up moving in with me and boast to her slut friends about this wonderful loft she owns. Stupid cunt, she's in for a big surprise.
"Let me see how you would handle a scene from a recent movie." I give her one last kiss and cup her generous ass (she has a nice behind, considering how petite she is; petite with blond hair and pointy nipples) and give her nipples a twist.
Her smile and sultry look tells me she's as ready as any horny woman in the prime of her sexual life is for the pain I'm about to inflict. I smile as I think of the saying, 'you only hurt the ones you love.' Could it be that I love this hot little blond? Don't make me laugh.
"Come here Mandy, let me make you more comfortable. "And with that, I completely disrobed her and made sure to fondle her while I was at it; no need to trigger her suspicion. Once naked, with her erect nipples and leaking pussy, I was ready to act out a scene from one of my most horrific torture films, Squeal Pig.
"Let me attach your arms to the Saint Andrew's cross first, and then I'll go through the scene." My erection was profound. I was going to adlib the scene and brutalize her tits and pussy.
"This is so cool and kinky! And then after a few playful strokes with a belt, you take me down and ravish me to no end! "She was besides herself imagining how this scene would end; in our making passionate love with her on top squealing like the pig she is. I don't think so, baby girl.