Tammy arrived at 13 Stockport Road and stared at the bars on the windows as her eyes then travelled to the cobwebs littering the space above the doorway. She shook her head, no time for judgement. She had a dick appointment.
She tended to like younger men and Dan had seemed like a charming young specimen with his rippling abs and thick neck beard. He'd said he was 24 - the age difference wasn't really too bad was it? Finally, the door creaked open and a tiny woman stood there, as pale as a ghost and incredibly thin with a shock of dyed black hair. She came up to about Tammy's shoulder.
'Oh you must be Dan's friend,' the woman squeaked, her voice hesitating on the word 'friend', knowing it wasn't a full descriptive term.
'Yes,' Tammy beamed, 'Do you mind if I leave my pram downstairs, I need my baby boo with me at all times,' she winked as Dan's mum smiled and starting chatting to her like an old friend, acting as if the woman so similar in age to her wasn't about to dicked down by her son.
Something rung in the hallway as Tammy glanced up to see Dan's name inscribed in curly letters on a bright blue bell, which was shaking violently, about to fly off its hinges.
'That means Dan is hungry,' Donna said apologetically, as she darted into the kitchen, pulling out a plate and silverware at lightening speed, as if she was scared to do it too slowly. Tammy was a bit speechless as she saw there were other bells in different colours, each with 'Dan' written in big curly letters, with a bit of writing underneath explaining Dan's needs. One of them said 'Jack Daniels', another said 'PS4 Games.' Meanwhile, Donna was still frantically rushing around the kitchen before slapping a piece of raw meat on the plate, dotting a few monster munch feet around it and dousing it in an energy drink.
'I have to get it perfect for him or he has a fit,' Donna sighed before rushing to run up the stairs.
'No, let me do it,' Tammy said feeling bad for the woman as she lifted the plate of questionable nutrition into the air.
'Thank you,' Donna sighed, looking like she was about to cry.
Tammy made her way up the stairs, wondering if just a little bit of light could be let in. She eventually made it to the roof where she knew her darling Dan would lie.
She knocked.
That's when the door exploded onwards and music blared from the speakers. Careless Whisper by George Michael. The walls were jet black and a wave of heat engulfed Tammy as Leighton began to cry.
Dan lay on the bed, perfectly shaved butt cheeks shined to the heavens. He was wearing those trousers with two massive holes for his cheeks and did they bulge, thick and juicy, complimented by the trouser's tight black leather. On his back he wore a pentagram contraption that wrapped around his sculpted shoulders, tight and sexy. Slowly, he started gently humping the bed, his masculine hips moving up and down to the rhythm, his gaze fixated on Tammy. Leighton cried louder.
Suddenly a night light came on and the Batman logo flashed up on the wall as the theme tune pounded in Tammy's ears.
'I'm batman,' Dan whispered, his voice deep and husky, his gaze still firmly placed on Tammy, his lips curling seductively.
All of a sudden, he leaped up, slashing a black whip like a deadly viper before whipping it in the direction of the meat.
Tammy screamed out as the meat flew across the room, splashing blood against the walls before landing in Dan's tight fist. He brought the raw, throbbing meat to his lips before ripping out a chunk.
'This is how I want our sex to be,
Raw and bloody,' he muttered darkly.
A stray monster munch hung from his gaping lips.
Tammy, previously shitting herself leaned closer, breathing in the metallic scent of blood and BO.
'I want you my dark lord.'
Dan smirked.
'Is it just me or is it hot in here?'
Tammy looked at the flies collecting in the air and the leftover meat cooking on the bedsheets.
'I don't think it's just you.'
Dan meowed before placing her in a batman cat headsuit and banging her to his hearts content.
