Chapter 13 - Sucked Dry
While Mary worked loyally to rescue Tiffany and Joy and mete out some rough
justice to Ursula with Bobbi soon to follow, Jason Highliner sat propped up in
his hospital bed, a big, stupid grin plastered on his pasty, sweating face. The
readings on the old horndog's monitor were growing ever more spiky and erratic.
Under the covers, Bobbi licked his love pipe, running her tongue along the
underside and sucking his knob hard while pumping him vigorously with her
strong, encircling hand.
As part of a deep fuckbitch philosophy session, she and Ursula had wondered
if a dying man's snake slime tasted different. More importantly, Bobbi wanted to
make sure that she won their bet. True, Jason had experienced the big one
between her legs, but it didn't quite finish him off, which was part of the
deal. Ursula could use it to welsh on her. While she didn't trust Ursula an
inch, she did trust her tonguing of Jason's throbbingly erect six inches to
deliver the goods.
The alarms sounded as Jason unloaded for the final time. Bobbi quickly
withdrew her head from under the blanket and stood up, coolly brushing her
dishevelled hair while the doctors and nurses poured in, hardly sparing her a
glance, their eyes fastened on the dying horndog.
While Jason Highliner flatlined for the last time, his dead body spasming on
the bed under the shock paddles, Bobbi ran his oyster juice thoughtfully over
her tongue, savouring the taste of his final ejaculation. It did taste
different: thinner, saltier, acrid, a tad bitter to her connoisseur tastebuds.
Definitely a rare vintage.
