Year 2001 and Still Smack

As told by Leroy De Lamore in his much accliamed novell "are you on the right corner bitch?"(names have been changed to protect his hoes!)

Leroy exited the apartment block as usual, he was tired, very tired! He walked down main street with his cane between his thumb and forefinger tapping against the ground with a dull thud as he walked. Leroy was in the organistion business, after all if those bitches weren't organised how could the poor guy make any money. He pulled his white fur collar tightly up around his neck, it got real cold in these parts and Leroy often found himself thanking God for the slags he had in his crib to keep him warm. The heels of his boots clicked in time with the cane hitting the ground as he walked, he looked at his boots and thought to himself how good they looked, that bitch sure could shine shoes, he thought. His white fur hat, which matched his coat perfectly, was keeping out the chilly wind and the purple feather in its ribbon struggled to stay in position as he strutted to corner number one.

Leroy was a simple man, we all are in some ways, but to Leroy one thing fucked with his mind and wouldnt go away no matter what, hatred..... hatred towards bitches or scum as he used to call them. At once he spotted her she tried to run but in a single bound he had caught her by her filthy blonde hair. He struck her voilently across the face with his cane and watched as she slowly slumped to the ground, blood streaming from her nose. This bitch should never have tried to leave her pimp, thats always a mistake! He had never left her all of these years, looking after her, and what does she do for him? she runs and when a bitch runs profits suffer!

The door burst open as Leroy dragged the slut into his apartment. There was dried blood in her hair and all over her face.... this bitch was really letting herself go he thought as he cleaved her in the stomach with his 4 inch heels, she let out a quiet moan and then fell silent again.

She awoke to find herself tied to a chair with some old rope Leroy had let his clients use on his hoes. He stood before her and asked her the question, "why did you make me do this?", and then another "why do you bring it out in me?", she shook her head not knowing what to say and Leroy unloaded a barage of smacks. Clatter after clatter rained down upon her as Leroy pointed at a picture of Ike Turner and uttered the imortal words "chips dont bounce baby"

The onslaught continued...............

01/11/01