Chicago Bob Lady

Chicago Bob Lady, she’s one of a kind. You’re scared to approach her because of her stern facial expression. She’s unbothered and looks angry to you but she seems to be having a great day. She’s finishing the smooth smoke of a cigarette. You follow her to her next destination. A feeling of creep but you must know her name. You need an excuse to start a conversation. You check your pockets to see if you have a light, she clearly is a smoker. The Chicago Bob Lady is what you’ll call her. She hits the the right corner street, as she walks into a bar. You’re right behind her, 1 foot at a time, already practicing being cool. Left foot , right foot, real slick, I like that. Open the door of the business. Once you walk in you notice something strange.... Well where the hell did she go? You just seen her so what happened? You look left, hey ! Look right, hey ! Bartender where is the Bob Lady ?! The bartender looks to her right. You do as well, and as you do, coming out the bathroom, you see.. Oh here she is. Walking towards you... In this moment nothing else matters. Notice every detail of her strut. Long legs on her, Chicago Bob Lady, a lady that brings sexual tension like electrical storms. She walks by an every man goes out their way to take a look. Even woman taking the time to take a pause at the beauty. Now the attention is on you as she is making her way to your path, what should you do, cat got ya tounge. She pops a cigarette in her mouth as she asks if you have a light. Nervous so nervous you hand her a light. As she says.... What the fuck am I supposed to do with this light bulb?

You just needed something to start a conversation with her. Answer her question so you would not be made a fool.

You: I just needed something to start a conversation with you. The light bulb is actually a lighter, you have to turn it upside down.

Chicago Bob Lady has a confused but interested look on her face, she turns the light bulb upside down and notices that the mini light bulb is an actual lighter.

Chicago Bob Lady: Okay... well thats cleaver. Clever! You have my attention now, what am I supposed to do?

You:Anything you want.

The Chicago Bob Lady starts thinking to herself silently. She puts out her hand as you grab it. She starts strutting her way to the back of the bar, making you come with her.

Everyone in the room looking at you. Confused looks on their faces. Some shaking their head. But you pay them no mind, you got her attention.

She pulls you into the bathroom, she starts kissing on your neck and body. She wants you to remove your clothes. You hesitate.

You: Why so fast?

Chicago Bob Lady: This is what you want right? Some fast ass.

You: I don’t-

Chicago Bob Lady: Shhh...You talk to much. Open your mouth.

You open your mouth as the Chicago Bob Lady starts sucking on your bottom lip. She places her hand on your throat and allows you to place your hand on her wet,warm,tight pussy. Chicago Bob Lady starts putting her tounge in your mouth. Chicago Bob Lady starts twirling her tounge in your mouth. A sensation you can’t handle.

The Chicago Bob Lady looks into your now closed eyes, like a devil she has your soul now. The Chicago Bob Lady pushes you by your throat and up against the bathroom wall. The Chicago Bob lady lifts you into the air, still pinning you against the wall. The Chicago Bob Lady looks under your skirt.

Oh... “YOU” are a woman.

The Chicago Bob Lady sees your dripping wet pussy and she has a devilish stare. The Chicago Bob Lady closes her eyes as her tounge starts arsing to the occasion. Her tounge starts small but then starts stretching to over 15 inches. The Chicago Bob Lady now has an almost 20 inch long tounge slithering up your pussy like it’s a snake and it’s still growing. You gasp and moan, you’re out of breathe. How does this feel so damn good. The tounge feels as if it’s in your stomach. Your moans are like rapid panics. Scream. As the tounge makes its way to your throat and outside your mouth.

The Chicago Bob Lady now has insanely long tounge inside your pussy and outside your mouth. You are now lifted off the bathroom wall and into the air as tall as the roof. You give one more orgasmic scream. Before she yanks the tounge out of your body FAST. You hit the bathroom floor, dead.

The Chicago Bob Lady looks at you and smiles, she looks at herself in the mirror, fixes her Bob, and exits the bathroom.

Everybody in the bar looks at her as she leaves.

As the Chicago Bob Lady exits the bar someone walks into the bathroom the two were in an notices a dead body.

There’s a dead body in here a person yells!

Bar Patron 1: Dead body ? Shit, I thought they were fucking.