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She was old school and classy. The deep

  • She was old school and classy. The deep red lips, soft little hands, and her scent that would make a man melt like a candle. They don't make em like that no more, and today
  • she is a greeter at Walmart. She uses her sultry come-hither smile to entice the men to save money and live better. Known as the Mata Hari of checkout lane six, she
  • stripped while she scanned prices and made change. Unfortunately, she was as old as Mata Hari and aside from a few weirdos, her exotic Walmart cashier shtick was severely
  • taxing the manager's patience. He was used to hiring employees from societies fringe on minimum wages, but the oddballs she was attracting were bad for business, especially the guy
  • with the tufts of blonde hair emerging from the neck of his wife beater, strange since he was Latino, stranger still because he was about 15 years old and
  • hadn't yet gone through puberty. No doubt about it, he was a werewolf. So when the night of a full moon came, he took extra care to bind himself. He didn't account for the power of
  • cheese, especially when the love of his life went out for a walk in the still of the night, munching on a provolone and peanut butter sandwich. Lupine desire burst his restraints,
  • and his howl longed to be muffled by her peanut-buttery tongue. His yellow eyes glowed as he leaped into the night, nose tuned to the scent of cheese, nuts, and woman. Over the
  • course of the night, the werewolf devored an eclectic assortment of people including an Asian preist, the pizza delivery boy, and the little girl up the road who was always
  • collecting shiny objects. Unfortunately for him, her collection resided in her many and various pockets and they were all quite sharp and pointy and made of sterling silver.

2 Comments

  1. sundancer Jul 17 2011 @ 19:48

    This is epic!

  2. smalltalk Jul 18 2011 @ 00:02

    yes, nice interplay of eros, action, oddity, and plot twist. werewolves are awesome.

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