The Walking Wolves of Tahoe: Slaughter

Author's Note

The Tahoe Police department and any noted businesses are entirely fictitious. All characters are fictitious and based upon nothing and no one, any similarities are entirely coincidental and quite unintentional.

The Moral of Red Redding Hood

Little girls, this seems to say,

Never stop upon your way.

Never trust a stranger friend;

No one knows how it will end.

As you're pretty, so be wise;

Wolves may lurk in every guise.

Handsome they may be, and kind.

Gay, or charming...never mind!

Now, as then, 'tis simple truth...

Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

Chapter One...

I leaned my head back against the bathroom stall door and closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying this female. She was good...of this, there was no doubt...but then again, I haven't met a chick in this bar that can't suck dick.

She was more than willing to smear that red lipstick down the length of my hard staff...so fuck, who am I to tell her 'no'?!

I mean...that would be rude. I'm not a rude guy, just an opportunistic kind of a guy.

This is not the kind of girl you take home. Trust me. She'd either steal from me or try to kill me...and I don't really care for killing chicks. They're not much of a challenge and they scream way too much. So, I just don't put myself in that predicament and keep my side hustle here in the women's restroom.

Trust me...it's just safer for everyone that way.

This way, I don't have to know her name and she doesn't need to know mine...because, honestly, none of that matters anyways.

She said she liked my muscles.

I said 'thank you.'

She asked if I was just as muscular all the way down.

All I did was nod...so, how am I the bad guy here?

I'm not.

If this bumper bunny wanted to suck my cock...well, I'm okay with that. It's not like I, or any guy, would say 'no'.

Hey, I don't make the rules, but I'm happy to go along with them.

If a chick licks her lips, stares at my crotch and smiles at me...that's a sign from the good Lord Himself giving me the green light to invite her into the ladies' room to service me...me, the superior species on this planet.

Do I sound like a pompous ass?

Trust me, I've been called worse. Nothing you can say to me will hurt my feelings...because frankly, I don't have any nor do I give a shit.