NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! (Luke Blade Story)

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After the long fucking hours of paperwork the police and the warden had to do on me, I finally got removed from my restraints, and slowly but regally walked out of the Prison facility. I did a full spin as I raised my arms above me and shouted that I was free again!! Then I turned to the sidewalk where Kit was standing by the trash can lighting his cancer stick waiting for me. The first time I've been out in thirteen years and Kit slaps me on the back and asks me what kind of shit were we going to get into first, I looked at him with a very cynical look as I told him I was going to find myself a bitch to stick myself in and stick with her until I caught up from all the years I didn't get laid.

Kit chuckled at me as he told me if I was going to go tomcatting, I really should shower and shave first, because I looked and smelt like prison shit. I flipped him off as I swiped the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear and lit it up, and told him that he didn't smell like any spring fucking rose either. Then we both walked toward real civilization, just to see what all we missed in the years we were stuck on the inside. I had to admit I seen a lot of fancy cars I wanted to hotwire and make mine, but I held my urges back so I could at least get fucked before going back to jail for grand theft auto. Kit walked alongside me checking around all the stores just to see if he could see anything at all that could peak his interest, but beens there were no young babes hanging around he gave a deep sigh and asked me where we would be hanging our hats now that we were out.

I mindlessly grabbed a pair of expensive sunglasses out of the open window of a Mercedes Benz as I told him wherever I wanted to, but I wasn't in the mood for hanging my hat at the moment, all I wanted to do was find a bitch to fuck...and what did I see walking straight ahead of me, yes it was a couple of very young and voluptuous specimens, and all my hormones were working in overdrive at the same time, that's was prison does to a man after being without for so long, it turns them into mindless fucking machines...fucking being the keyword in a very perverted and physical way.

Kit tapped me when I didn't answer him and asked me where my mind was because he's been asking me about finding a place to eat for the past twenty minutes. Without taking my eyes off of the two girls, I pointed out to him that I found my lunch, dinner, and tomorrows breakfast right in front of me as I quickened my pace so I could catch up to the two very young and sexy ladies before they turned the corner. Kit snickered to himself but jogged a little just to catch up to me, then asked me how he was going to get them to say yes to me because he for one was extremely rusty on asking beautiful girls out for partying fun. I turned slightly and looked at him as I told him I wasn't going to take no for an answer, and if I had to, I would take them by force...because I was still the bad guy, and bad guys get what they want when they want with little or no remorse for their actions.

Our conversation dried up after that, but I kept following them until we made it to the center of a huge park, where I knew it was the perfect spot to confront them, because it was late in the evening, and the park was huge, with little to no other people around to hear them scream...if it came to that, but I was hoping it would go without all the screaming and clawing, because I wasn't in the mood to really fight for the pleasure I was craving very badly at this point. Kit was at a total loss on what to do, so he just silently stayed behind me and let me try my thing first, then if I was successful he would try his luck on the other girl that I didn't choose. I decided to play it cool and just admire them from on the other side of the gravel street until they looked over at me because I knew they would eventually see me because they stopped and sat down on one of the benches to chat, smile, and giggle with each other.

(The Girls P.O.V.)

I was sitting on the bench talking with Angie when I saw him from the corner of my eye for the first time, he was tall, dark, and kind of handsome in a creepy sort of way, and he was staring right at me. I leaned in closer to Angie and told her that he looked almost identical to my celebrity hero from Los Angeles, but I knew it wasn't him, for he was in Cabo with his ritzy girlfriend celebrating her second pregnancy with him...which really made me jealous and wish it was me with him instead, but back to reality this guy was looking right at me like I was a piece of meat or something, and he was starving.

Angie looked over to where I was looking and told me she knew who I was, and that we really needed to get the fuck outta here before it was too late...she grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bench and hurried me along the trail trying desperately to get us both away from those two shady characters. But it didn't work because the one that was staring at me was now standing in front of me asking me where the fire was...and added very hungrily that he really wanted to talk to me. I tried to hide my fear and suspiciousness, but Angie was a dead giveaway that she knew something bad about them, and decided to herself that the first sign of danger or discomfort, and she was going to scream bloody murder...me I was still a little bit curious with the lil fear I was having.