Friday 28th July 2017,
Jack Gary

Booty Call 16 and The Time I Was Almost Murdered

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” There is nothing more frightening than a vengeful woman. Absolutely nothing. Some of the biggest fights I’ve had with women were simply because of something I said, or did, days, months, or years ago. Moreover, a vengeful woman, who is also horny and wants a big dick in her, is even scarier. Again, I can’t even begin to go into detail about the times I’ve been hit, punched, jumped on and scratched all because I wouldn’t give a girl some. This is a story about the time I got attacked by a booty call girl and almost died. Attempted murder is not fun.

This was a few years back when I was living in Chicago. I was doing some music industry oriented stuff. I was making a lot of money, but I was constantly stressed out. When I get stressed out I get horny. Because of this reason I had tons of booty call numbers saved in my phone. I didn’t save their names, just “Booty Call 1” and so on. One night after a particularly long week I texted a bunch of them to see if I could get my dick wet, but no one was responding. I was getting frustrated. Yet, it was still early in the afternoon.

One girl came over and actually sucked my dick. I came all over her reading glasses, but she had to leave because her fiancé wanted to go to dinner or something. After a while of waiting around and not getting any replies I decided to hit the town on my own. I decided that I’m going to get some sushi and some Saki, and then see where the night takes me. So I ran to my car and started my engine. That’s when I heard the loudest crash and felt the most painful, mind-numbing pain in my head. When it was silent again, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. Glass was everywhere.

I had been shot, was my first reaction. I looked at my hands and they were bloody. Blood was actually everywhere. The ringing sound in my ears was now piercing and the pain was excruciating. I felt dizzy, like I could pass out.   I thought: this is exactly how Tupac felt. Then it happened again. Smash! There was another blow to my head. Then I looked up and saw her. It was Booty Call 16, standing there with a PVC pipe and the look of Satan on her face. Apparently she had responded to one of my texts and decided to show up, but when she looked inside she saw Booty Call 6 giving me a premium knob job. Apparently, that sent Booty Call 16 into a murderous rage.

After yelling at me for a good 5 minutes, while I bled profusely from my skull, she left, but not before dropping the murder weapon on the ground. It made a loud dink sound that reverberated against the asphalt. At that point, I needed to go the emergency room. I was fading in and out of consciousness. I heard sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer. Apparently a few people had seen the carnage and called emergency responders. I was in pain and I was also losing my memory. At first the police came and asked me a few questions. Then the next thing I know I’m in an ambulance.

While in the ambulance they did a pretty good job of staunching the blood, but it was still everywhere. The only thing that kept me going was the little nip slips of one of the EMTs, because her blue shirt was so lose and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then the next thing I know I’m in a wheelchair in the waiting room. It was a nightmare in there. If you’ve never been to the County Hospital, you aren’t missing much. There was a Hispanic male who looked a lot like Paul Rodriguez and kept screaming in pain that his appendix had burst. If you’ve never had a ruptured appendix, it sounds like it hurts. Then there was the gunshot victim who looked like he was ready to die and needed surgery bad. And then me, in a wheelchair, who was probably dying of an internal injury or brain aneurysm, and no one was doing a goddamn thing.

Then finally, after what seemed like 4 hours of dipping in and out of consciousness, an ER nurse comes out to get me. Finally, I thought. The ER nurse was a smoking hot Latina chick with huge breasts. I wanted to titty fuck her right there on the emergency room floor. She was with two male Hispanic nurses. One of them was pulling my wheel chair and the other one just kept smacking his gum around in his mouth. They pulled me into a little room. The hot ER nurse started to inspect my wounds. She told me that I’d probably need stiches, because I had two big gashes on my head. As she started to test my blood pressure I started to get a boner. At this point I could taste the dried blood on my lips – it had a sugary taste.

The ER nurse told me that I needed to wait for an internal medicine doctor to come in and recommend a CatScan. While we waited for the other doctor, the nurse started to ask me questions. She had this incredibly sexy voice and accent. She asked me what happen and I told her that a girl I used to bang tried to kill me with a PVC pipe. She was shocked. After about 30 minutes of talking and getting turned on by the nurse, the internal medicine doctor comes in, puts a few stitches in my head, says I need a CatScan and walks out. I was sure that I needed some kind of professional surgeon doctor who at least had somewhat of a broader grasp of the medical lexicon. Unfortunately, I didn’t have insurance then, so all I got was a few stitches by someone who it turned out was still in medical school.

Then the hot Latina nurse pulled out my wheelchair and started rolling me toward the CatScan room. I remember looking up and seeing her giant breasts swaying back and forth. About half way down the hall our talking had turned into full blown flirting. I asked her what time she got off and she told me in the morning, but then I asked her again, but with a little more emphasis on the “getting off” part. She still didn’t get it. I could tell that this chick wanted me. Even though I was caked in blood and had multiple stitches in my head, I thought to myself:  I can totally bang this chick and my night wouldn’t be ruined at all.

When we get to the CatScan room there was no technician to monitor the machine.  She told me we had to wait, again. After about 20 minutes of obvious sexual tension, I go up to her and start kissing her lips. I could tell by the way she was kissing me back, and the way she was moaning, that she wanted it bad. We started making out pretty heavily. I wanted to lie down somewhere and the only place we could think of was inside the CatScan machine. So we sneak inside and start fooling around. She was a little nervous I could tell, but I also knew that we had all the time in the world. No one at this hospital seemed to do his or her job. Not even her.

At this point we are nearly undressing ourselves. She has my cock in her hand and I am fingering her pretty rigorously. Meanwhile, the pain in my head is still excruciating and I still felt like passing out. My hand was soaking wet because she was so turned on. So I decide to slip it insider her. Picture this: me fucking this girl, an ER nurse, inside a CatScan machine. She was on top of me with her hands holding on to the roof of the machine with her giant tits bouncing up and down. She was grinding away and I was holding on to her tits as she had a loud screaming orgasm. I busted one out and then we quickly composed ourselves. The technician came in a little while after and performed a test. I was more than fine – no internal injury or bleeding. They discharged and I was off on my way. The Latina nurse is now Booty Call 17 in my phone – lets hope she doesn’t try to murder me one day.

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