The name is Kyle Jamal Francisco. My close friends and favorite family members call me K.J. I am the villain of this story. Who am I? In the eyes of the world, I am a tall, good-looking young black man currently living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. What is my profession? I'm a part-time Criminal Justice student at Bridgewater State College and a full-time urban hustler. Does that answer your question? I hope it does. Anyway, I have a story to share with you. The tale of a forthrightly bisexual con artist navigating his way through the treacherous waters of life in modern America. Welcome to my world.
Presently, I am dominating and humiliating a sorry excuse for a bitch who has made the mistake of crossing me. Louisa MacLeod is her name. She's a five-foot-eight, thick and plump, alabaster-skinned and brown-eyed woman in her late forties. A schoolteacher who approached me one day because she wanted to score some dope. I'm always ready to meet a new customer, so I scored her a bag of weed for a hundred bucks. She only had seventy on her and told me she'd pay the remaining thirty bucks later. I hesitated, but figured, what the hell, right? Louisa got her dope and scurried away.
A week passed and she still hadn't paid me. So I tracked her down and captured her. We are currently spending some quality time in my basement. Louisa is bound and gagged, on her hands and knees. Her plump butt cheeks are spread wide open. I am holding onto a three-foot-long dildo and slowly sliding its tip into Louisa's asshole. Why is it that big women have such tight assholes? When I captured her, Louisa threw a hissy fit. I needed to teach her a lesson. When I looked through her purse, I found three hundred dollars. She told me that I could take it all, provided I let her go.
I smacked the shit out of her for saying that. A lot of people think that we criminals are a dim-witted bunch. Without principles. How wrong they are. I may be a hustler but I'm a man of my word. When I tell you that I'm going to do something, I do it. I took thirty dollars from Louisa's purse, and left the rest. She looked at me, shocked. I collect what is owed to me, not a dime more and definitely not a penny less. These are the guiding principles by which I operate. That's why I stay in business. Reliability is a highly desirable and scarce commodity in the modern criminal underworld. Few criminals have it in them to be reliable. That's why I'm more than just a criminal. I'm a True Villain. A master of the game. And as such, I would administer just punishment to the woman who had betrayed and defied me.
Understand that this isn't revenge. There's too much emotion attached to revenge. I'm a practical, level-headed man. I'm all about business. As a businessman, I must reward good behavior in my employees and colleagues as well as my customers and also punish bad behavior. This is strictly punishment. I made sure Louisa knew this. Slowly, I pushed the slim dildo deeper into her asshole. Honestly, I'd rather not be doing this. I've got much better things to do with my time than drilling a dildo into some big woman's tight asshole. It's Friday night and in my sincere opinion, Friday nights were absolutely made for going out.