David Takes A Stand
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Category:
G through L › Lost Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,528
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
Please read the disclaimer in the story before reading.. ..Also, I do not own "The Lost Boys, " and make no money from writing this story.
Chapter 4
David chuckles. “This is actually starting to become amusing.”
Ellen stomps her stubby feet once more. “No! They are bad girls! Bad! I
want you to fuck me! I want to stick my stubby foot in your crotch! Now
lay down!”
David rolls his eyes. “You want to what?”
“I you to take me right now! Unzip your pants, take out your big cock, and shove it in my tight tight pussy.”
“You are sick girl, I won’t touch you with a ten foot pole. It ain’t happening.”
“I’m horny!”
David laughs again, inhaling smoke into his dead longs, and exhales
through his nose. “I guess your story isn’t going as you planned.”
Ellen glares. “I’m going to kill myself if you don’t start to act nice to me! I swear I will throw myself off this cliff!”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” David asks, his eyes sparkling. “Do it. I want to see if you will fly.”
Ellen stares up at the night sky once more, and yells at the top of her
lungs. “STOP IT! You are mobbing me! I hate you! I hate you! Now write
him right!”
“Why don’t you ask Reece and Tori to come here? I would like to meet these girls.”
“No! No! This is MY story. You are MINE! I want it to go MY way.”
“Well, I’m afraid your way won’t happen, even in a cold day in hell.”
David chuckles dryly as he drops his cigarette stub onto the ground,
stomping it out with his boot.
“This is not fair. I want you to take off your pants! Do it now!”
“Listen girl, I am not some character for you to play with. I say who I
fuck with, and who I don’t. You don’t measure up to my standards.”
“What standards! I am a frail mortal girl! Take me!”
David leans forward once more, his eyes blazing amber. “No. You are a damn dog.”
“Yes! We can do it doggy style! You can rip off my clothes and ravage
me! I have been saving myself for you! You know you want me!”
“I would sooner stick my dick in a used bottle of break fluid!”
“I am going to slit my wrists! Right here!”
“Go ahead. Do it. I like blood.”
“I will die!”
“Great.”
“I am going to slit them, and bleed all over!”
“Just don’t get it on my boots.”
“I will make a big bloody puddle on the ground, right here!”
“You said this is your story right? Someone is writing it, right?”
Ellen nods slowly, hoping that perhaps David is finally going along
with her script. Is he finally seeing the error of his ways? Does he
see what a chance he has in front of him? He must want to take
advantage of this wonderful opportunity!
“Well, then I am making myself a writer too. I won’t do anything until
my demands are met.” David suddenly materializes a picket sign in his
gloved hand. He writes on it: YOU BLEED, I FEED.
“That’s not funny. You are being mean to me!”
David smirks, turns his sign around, showing Ellen what it says: I’VE HAD ENOUGH. NOW GET THE HELL OFF MY BLUFF!”
Ellen stomps her stubby feet once more. “No! They are bad girls! Bad! I
want you to fuck me! I want to stick my stubby foot in your crotch! Now
lay down!”
David rolls his eyes. “You want to what?”
“I you to take me right now! Unzip your pants, take out your big cock, and shove it in my tight tight pussy.”
“You are sick girl, I won’t touch you with a ten foot pole. It ain’t happening.”
“I’m horny!”
David laughs again, inhaling smoke into his dead longs, and exhales
through his nose. “I guess your story isn’t going as you planned.”
Ellen glares. “I’m going to kill myself if you don’t start to act nice to me! I swear I will throw myself off this cliff!”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” David asks, his eyes sparkling. “Do it. I want to see if you will fly.”
Ellen stares up at the night sky once more, and yells at the top of her
lungs. “STOP IT! You are mobbing me! I hate you! I hate you! Now write
him right!”
“Why don’t you ask Reece and Tori to come here? I would like to meet these girls.”
“No! No! This is MY story. You are MINE! I want it to go MY way.”
“Well, I’m afraid your way won’t happen, even in a cold day in hell.”
David chuckles dryly as he drops his cigarette stub onto the ground,
stomping it out with his boot.
“This is not fair. I want you to take off your pants! Do it now!”
“Listen girl, I am not some character for you to play with. I say who I
fuck with, and who I don’t. You don’t measure up to my standards.”
“What standards! I am a frail mortal girl! Take me!”
David leans forward once more, his eyes blazing amber. “No. You are a damn dog.”
“Yes! We can do it doggy style! You can rip off my clothes and ravage
me! I have been saving myself for you! You know you want me!”
“I would sooner stick my dick in a used bottle of break fluid!”
“I am going to slit my wrists! Right here!”
“Go ahead. Do it. I like blood.”
“I will die!”
“Great.”
“I am going to slit them, and bleed all over!”
“Just don’t get it on my boots.”
“I will make a big bloody puddle on the ground, right here!”
“You said this is your story right? Someone is writing it, right?”
Ellen nods slowly, hoping that perhaps David is finally going along
with her script. Is he finally seeing the error of his ways? Does he
see what a chance he has in front of him? He must want to take
advantage of this wonderful opportunity!
“Well, then I am making myself a writer too. I won’t do anything until
my demands are met.” David suddenly materializes a picket sign in his
gloved hand. He writes on it: YOU BLEED, I FEED.
“That’s not funny. You are being mean to me!”
David smirks, turns his sign around, showing Ellen what it says: I’VE HAD ENOUGH. NOW GET THE HELL OFF MY BLUFF!”