Her name is Blaspheme. And she loved to fuck. There’ve been wild stories floating around the club that I haunt on weekends. Even on the restroom wall, the words Blaspheme loves cock are scrawled. So who is Blaspheme, I asked the bartender one night and he simply shrugged. He’d heard of her name, but never seen her.
“I can take you to her,” a younger woman said. She couldn’t possibly be more than nineteen.
First thing I noticed about my guide was her tits. They were magnificent. The most supple pair you ever seen.
“Any chance I go home with you instead?” I asked. “You know for a quick one?”
“If you want to meet Blaspheme,” she said, “it’d better be quick.”