I pushed open the door and two big hairy bikers followed me in. I’d been talking about my ageplay girls at the dive bar and they wanted a sample. They smelled like cheap whiskey and skunk weed. I grinned, showing my teeth. “Welcome to the shithole, boys,” I cackled.
I whistled loud. “Get your asses out here! Now!”
My grand-brats shuffled out, looking terrified. Perfect. I pointed to the big one with the greasy beard. “This one wants a little bitch. Take the girl.” I shoved my granddaughter toward him. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He looked at her tiny tits and realized all his snuff fantasies were about to come true. He groaned.
“Fifty bucks for the night, you filthy animal,” I barked. He slapped a wad of cash into my palm.
Then I looked at the other biker. He was twitching, eyes bloodshot and nervous, the perversion of his sensual fantasies bubbling up, as he eyed the boy. “And this little prick is for you. He’s tight and ready to be ruined.” The biker let out a guttural laugh and gripped the boy’s throat. “Another fifty,” I demanded.
I lit a cigarette and shoved the money into my bra. “Now fuck ’em until their holes are stretched and their brains are broken! I don’t want to hear any screaming unless it’s because you’re stretching them out.” I walked away, laughing. Time to go buy some more gin while these bastards wreck my grandkids.
I teetered down the street without looking back.
Fuck those little shits!
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