XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story
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Que’s eyes widened as he saw the tattoo, La watched his recognition, and she entered him without even touching her razor embellished simulated penis. She slowly went in and out as the razors searched for flesh to puncture. La looked at his head he was throwing it back, forward, and side to side, she reached for his dreads and pulled him backward so she could see his face. The absolute horror on his face put a smile on her face. She felt blood pour down her legs as she fucked him slowly. She would not dare fuck the shit out of him when it was clear she was trying to seduce his ass to death with each slice of the razor blade.
Visions of shit set off in La La’s head, like bombs. Each stroke became harder and more powerful than the last; she reached in the back of her where the holsters were located. La La came forward with both guns aiming at the back of his head, without missing a stroke she gave her late husband every piece of jewelry he ever gave her. La felt his body grow rigid; she made a sound like she was nutting, pulled out and told Que’s corpse, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.” She laughed and smacked him on the ass.
Naomi could not even find the words to explain what she just witnessed, La La was humming as she undressed to take a shower and jump into her other outfit for tonight. When she got out Naomi was still standing in the same spot. La walked over to her and snapped her fingers; she saw the look in Naomi’s eyes, those were eyes that couldn’t handle what just took place, Naomi's eyes held the look of a potential snitch.
La walked to the bag and pulled out a pair of plastic black overalls, gloves and then she threw the same to Naomi. Naomi feared touching Que’s dead body, but she was more terrified of La La. She continued to his body trying her damnedest not to touch any part of him while she was untying him.
Uncomplainingly, La waited for Naomi to finish her task, she walked over to Que’s body ready to pick him up and carry him to the Jacuzzi tub big enough for six people. Quickly the girls took him to the bathroom and slung him into the tub; his body hit it with a thud. Naomi continued to stare at Que’s body; she once loved this man whom he thought loved him as herself.
La observed Naomi as she walked up behind him/her, she swung the scythe down on Naomi’s neck, her head rolled as blood squirted from her neck and her torso fell right on top of Que’s. Naomi must have forgotten that she was still her enemy. Besides female or male Naomi was a weak bitch that would get her ass put under the jail.
La La changed the song on her Ipod and turned it up loudly Nas' voice echoed through the house as he rapped about needing only One Mic; she slashed down on Que’s limbs taking pride in her butchering skills.
After three hours of One Mic on repeat, two bodies chopped up and incinerated. She opened all the windows and doors of the section of the house; she sprayed the bathroom with the cleaning solution that they clean crime scenes. She sprayed the bed down even though she put the bedding in with the bodies. She did the same with the bedroom as she did the bathroom.
“Did you hire a cleaning crew?” La asked she knew she did not have to clean up after herself nor did she need a cleaning crew but you could never be too careful.
“Always on staff!” Jah reassured her.
“Who’s next?” La La asked.