The Girl With The Gay Trash Can

Chapter 2

Autumn

Just when I thought I was safe, my hand, the one with the blunt, was grabbed. I didn't have my gloves on. I whipped around and slapped the culprit who touched me. No surprise, it was Mr Butt Plug, "what the hell was that for!?"

"First, let go of my hand, or I will yell rape," he quickly swiped his hand back.

"The well-deserved slap was for touching me." He looked confused. "But I grabbed your hand earlier you didn't hit me then." I rolled my eyes and took a drag then blew it in his face.

"You didn't touch my hand I had a glove on earlier." He laughed. "What are you a germ freak?"

"No." I scoffed and walked away again. He ran up to next to me as if walking away the first time wasn't a big enough hint to leave me alone.

"Why were you spying on me?" I laughed. "You see I get very lonely in my bat cave. Consequently, I like to get out and listen in on conversations that don't concern me. This time it just so happened to be the asshole who walked into to me this morning. It's my favourite pass time you should give it a try sometime." I smiled sarcastically at him, you know the smile I'm talking about.

I prefer to drink as a pass time. Perhaps you would like to give it a try sometime, possibly with me as I know how to do it the best." This time he smiled, it was smooth but not smooth enough.

"You don't seem like the type to ask a girl out. I bet they are constantly falling at your feet like the good little pets they are." I waited for an answer which he didn't have.

"What were you arguing about anyways, master." He looked at me with an odd expression. "It was nothing really, but with what you just said you seem to know what it was about." I raised my eyebrow and shrugged my shoulders.

"So you want a hit." I offered, maybe he was having a bad day, Lord knows I need more friends with at least a small bit of wit. "I don't smoke marijuana." I laughed. "I don't smoke marijuana either, just try It."

"No, you should know the harming effects that this mind-altering drug can have on you by know. Or have you lost too many brain cells to make that connection?"

"Okay boomer, you don't always need alcohol to have a good time."

"Boomer?" I shrugged him off and continued to smoke.

I walked over to the swing and sat down on one of them, he followed me and sat on the swing next to me. I don't remember having a puppy.

"Anyways do you want to talk about the nothing you had with Tittie McGhee? It sounded juicy."

"That's a great name for her. Tittie McGhee and I were just arguing about her job. She quit and now she wants her job back." I nodded. "What was her job exactly?"

"I paid her to have sex with me whenever I want, I was allowed to control her, what she wore, and what we did in bed." He responded.

"So basically she was your sex slave?" He shook his head, "Yes but no. We, as dominators, call them submissives, the difference between the two is that I paid her to do it, she willingly agreed to it. She was allowed to live her normal life she just had to follow some rules. Such as keeping to a certain weight, coming to my bedroom whenever I wanted her to."

"That sounds pretty wack."

Changing the subject he asked me to get some ice cream. I know I just meet him but how could I say no to ice cream?

We walked down the road to a place called munchies. "Tell me something interesting." The silence was killing me.

He shrugged his shoulders, "bananas are curved because they grow towards the sun."