-madison's pov-
I was visiting New York this weekend and decided to visit John Lennon's memorial in Central Park. I slipped on my flip flops, I had recently gotten a pedicure and it was really hot so why not?
It was a beautiful night, the stars were so bright this time of year.
I got to the circle and looked down.
"Imagine" I said but not alone. There was a man but not just any man. It was Quentin Tarantino in the flesh.
"Such an amazing man. His music truly inspired many." He said and I nodded in agreement but also in disgust because why the hell is he here?
"What's your favorite song?" He asked me.
"My favorite Beatles song is 'I'll Follow the Sun' and my favorite John Lennon song is 'Watching the Wheels'" I responded back.
He smirked, "Nice, you have a great taste.."and licked his lips.
I cringed a little then turned away to look back at the ground. My stomached growled, I was starving.
"You want to get some food? My treat." He asked, putting his arm around me.
I was afraid to lash out because this man is the weirdest fucking person and I rather not get my blood on Lennon's memorial so I just went a long with it and hey, a free meal. As we walked to a nearby bar I could feel his eyes scanning my body, especially my feet. His gross, sweaty arm moved away from my waist as we made our way into the bar. He opened the door and we took our seats at a booth in the corner.
We ordered some drinks and awkwardly sat for a few minutes staring at eachother until he broke the silence with his arrogance.
"Surely you know who I am, so you must have a favorite movie of mine."
"Pulp Fiction..sounds cliché but literally all of your movies are fucking shit"
"You have a feisty vibe, I like that" he winked.
I rolled my eyes and look out the window but turned back to Quentin when are drinks and food came.
The meal was uncomfortable , it was basically Quentin talking about himself but at least he was paying. He stuffed his face, it was so disgusting.
I was pretty tipsy after several drinks because I found it was easier to suffer drunk rather than sober and Quentin knew this.
"Hey we should go back to my hotel." And I wasn't really in the right mind so I shrugged and followed along anyways.
From what I remember the room was huge and messy with all his shit everywhere.
He pushed me onto the bed and crashed his thin, pink lips onto mine. They were crusty but his tongue was slobbery like a dog and I almost puked at the touch.
He ran his fingers through my hair and down to my legs, brushing over my feet.
He stopped and unbuckled his belt, sliding off his pants.
"You have some really sexy feet, Madison."
I gave a questionable look as he kissed down my legs to my feet, "uh..thanks."
All of a sudden he fucking drops out of no where, "Would you mind if I sucked on them while I pleasured myself?"
Okay now I am really freaked the fuck out, did he really fucking just ask to suck on my feet while he masturbated?
He looked at me while he waited for an answer.
"I uh..sure.." I stuttered
Quentin grinned and pulled off his boxers exposing his stubby, chode of a dick. Is was so fucking small and gross but as long as it was no where close to me, I'll live.
He slipped off my flip flops and massaged my feet for a moment before starting to lick up and down them. I didn't know what the hell to do so I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. I could hear him moaning as he touched himself, I tried to block it out. He sucked on my big toe and flicked his tongue at the underside of it.
"Mmm fuuuuck" he moaned louder. As he sucked harder, he got harder.
I'm not going to lie, as fucking weird as it was, it was kinda relaxing, other than Quentin pleasuring himself.
After about 10 minutes he stopped and got up.
"Wait here a second.." He asked as he slipped into the bathroom.
Oh no, he's going to murder me I gotta get the hell out of here.
He came back a few moments later with a bucket of something.
"Do you mind?" He said holding one of my feet over the bucket. I bit my lip, and hesitantly shook my head. He dipped my feet in anD WHAT IS THIS?
He lifted the foot up and it was covered in fucking blood. I screamed and tried to kick away but he held on.
"It's from pigs don't worry" that wasn't any better than human blood. This triggered me to the good old Mindy days. 'Give Blood..' I sang in my head as he started to lick the blood off my feet. He splashed some on his so called 'dick' and started pleasuring himself again. This time REALLY getting into it. He rubbed some of the blood up and down my legs as he continued.
He sucked hard on the soles of my feet and softly nibbled on my toes.
I rolled my head to the side and arched my back just a little as Quentin switched feet.
Finally I could hear as he climaxed onto himself.
He cleaned himself up and licked the last of the blood off my feet. He moved over to me and stuck his tongue in my mouth, the blood with it. It was so disgusting and the iron taste was horrible. He stopped after a couple of minutes and rolled his saggy ass over before falling asleep. I was scared to leave so I rolled over and fell asleep as well.
When I woke up, I was not at the hotel. I was in the middle of the park, naked, covered in blood, on the John Lennon memorial with a fucking pentagram drawn on it with blood.
I screamed, not because I was naked covered in blood but because John Lennon's memorial was ruined! I looked behind me and saw Quentin standing between some trees, he waved and walked away.
All I can say it, that wasn't the end of Quentin Tarantino.
