Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fourty Nine Elder Fogle

You weren't sure how you had gotten to this point. But at the moment you were fighting a gang of old ladies with a giant Safeway sub.

Well actually, you did know, and here's how.

   Here you were walking down the sidewalk in the city looking for the address on the pamphlet. You were glad you were doing this, taking initiative to go and finally get a high school degree. As you were walking, your mind had wandered to thoughts of Joji. You owed him big time for for this, well I mean, not really, he just put a pamphlet by you as you slept, but still, you felt like you really wanted to do something nice for, him, maybe get to know him in a way you knew Frank.... Guh stop that F/n! Well, he was balls deep in you for a second- no! Thats not the same! At least take the guy out to dinner first, a night of movies and drinking doesn't count! But you did really want to see how stacked he was under that shirt...

Your thoughts are stopped by a group of old women protesting some religious bullshit, something about the bible and sins and being gay or something, idk. Probably members of Westboro baptist church, probably supporters of Trump, who knew. One of them saw you looking, and they pointed at you with a bony finger, yelling," Repent your sins of perversion! Or you will suffer the consequences in a lake of brimstone!

Ok hold up, was this bitch telling you you'd go to hell? What did you do to her? You didn't wake up today wanting any of this, you were pretty sure you didn't do anything to garner that insult, that was uncalled for, and honestly right now you were so triggered.

"Hey! At least I've gotten more dick in the last hour than you ever have! Don't get angry at me just because you never got to suck dick after high school!" They fell silent as you walked away, finally finding the school, a line for registration. You waited thinking about what you had said to those woman before.

Did you ever suck Frank's dick? You had no memory of it. He had sucked your dick plenty of times, oh god did he do well sucking your dick. You were going to miss that, getting your dick sucked. But hey, now you could by some crazy ass exotic dildos, that's pretty cool. You wondered what it was like to get licked down there, would it feel life a reverse of getting your dick sucked? Was that even possible? But now you were wondering what it felt like to give head, would you gag? It probably depended on the length and girth of a guy. You tested it on yourself now in line, seeing how far you could get your fingers down your throat. You began to gag right when you got into the front of the line.

You registered for the semester, and now walking down the sidewalk back to your apartment, remembering you had ran out of groceries. You saw there was a Trader Joes. Aw yes, the poor man's Whole Foods. You walked in, finding the cheapest brands of stuff and the nessecities. But then you saw it, he had it and your mouth began to water.

A big

Fat

Firm

Long

Turkey subway sandwich.

Oh and the whole thing was only ten dollars! On sale it seems, that could be lunch for a week!

You payed for all of you food and walk pied out of the store, this was turning out to be a good day, you hoped Joji was having just as good of a day-

Your thoughts are interrupted by an obvious clinking sound be find you. You turn to see an old woman clinking three glass bottles together with one hand, Warriors style. Your guard goes up, but before you know it you felt a blow on the back of your head, you drop your groceries, grabbing your head in pain. You straighten back up to turn around to see a gang of old women armed with purses, fanny packs, and a few of them with the religious signs.

You knew what you had to do, taps they charged you, you swiped your sandwich up and used it as a bat of sorts, it made as a formidable weapon, but eventually someone managed to knock it out of your hand, so you hand to resort to fists. After what felt like a few minutes, but was actually half an hour, you stood there panting among your uncoils senior enemies. You were torn at, bruised, beaten, sweaty, bleeding, and smelling of cough syrup. You picked up what you could of your groceries and you slightly dented sandwich.

When you made it into you apart,met you collapsed on the floor, unconscious, but victorious.