#chickproblems

I woke up with a furious hangover, a half-smoked banana kush joint in my right hand, and Goddess's glorious twat in my face. She had me pinned down at the shoulders by her strong milky legs, looking down at me with her devilish smirk. Now, usually this is where I'd like to find myself on a Tuesday morning, but seeing as how I didn't know the reason behind her visit, I remained still, as did my icy gaze.

She grabbed the joint from my hand and relit it in a huge puff of smoke. The temptress blew a few smoke rings around my face before putting the joint backwards in her mouth and leaning forward to share an intimate "shot gun" to entice me. Her every move was quite mesmerizing, as she filled my lungs with the piney refreshing mix of her breath and medical grade marijuana.

The suspense made me utterly wet. Every inch of my body screamed out with a strong desire to tie her to my bed and have my way with her. She leaned back with a still burning joint searing into her tongue. She grabbed my bottle of whiskey off the night stand and washed the roach down with the last remaining two shots. The woman was absolutely intoxicating. Sticking to the matter at hand, I quickly flung her off of my body using all my might. She bounced off the edge of my bed and rolled onto the floor laughing maniacally.

Obviously, I had questions for her to answer before any romance started. I wanted to know why I had spotted her twice at a shady scene, and this time no bullshit pussy-footing around the truth! She told me she had her way with men and women of power, and when she was done using them for their resources she got rid of them the best way she knew how. A glorified narc, what I consider to be a true succubus. My stomach sank into itself.

She told me she loved me, and that we could have it all. She knows my game too well, bringing forth the cold realization of this bitch's worth and skill. I don't think I know exactly what I'm up against. So far, she had managed to be ahead of me a every step of the game. She truly was my poison.  

Goddess went on to explain her plan on robbing the dealer from the whole fiasco yesterday. Apparently the bitch had been doing her recon work on that house long before I was ever in the picture. She knows every secret that house in store and she's claiming she wants to share it with me, but I'm still unsure. So she kisses me for comfort, or more likely casts her "spell" over me. I may be fucking crazy, but think I'm going to give her the chance.

Just as that thought crosses my mind I hear the faint jingle of a belt fastening. I look up to see Goddess strapping on her weapon for our bedroom battle. I tackle her down ready to indulge the moment but the question still remains, am I just a pawn in her game of manipulation? Is she really interested in me or will she use me to get herself to the top?