And I just sit there as she dances and wiggles above my face. Slightly bored I light up a cigarette because I quit 3 years ago and take a long slow drag. Her vagina hangs like some exotic sun dried fruit from a flesh colored limb. I take another drag from the cigarette and put it out on the back of her knee, she giggles and holds her hand out for a tip. I hand her a crinkled business card for a barbecue stand down the street and stand and walk towards the door.
”Excuse me mister, but I feel I should tell you your dragging a fetus behind you, its stuck on your shoe,” says a vagrant politician while pointing at the bloody mess I have stuck to the heel of my shoe like a piece of toilet paper. I remove a credit card from my wallet and scrape it off the bottom of my shoe like it was a piece of gum. I then slide the credit card into the vagrant politicians chest pocket.
”Keep the change,” I say.
I decide that a bite to eat would be wonderful after the stripper and the slightly appetizing but grit covered fetus. Steak seems like a wonderful idea. I leave the strip club and walk towards the Meet You’re Meat restaurant a few blocks away. I leave a few nicely wrapped nail bombs on the doors of every orphanage and church I pass on the way. They are such wonderful gifts for the children and clergy, I do so hope they enjoy them.
I reach Meet You’re Meat and wait in line to speak to the beautiful hostess. As I get closer to her I realize she has a line of stitches across her right cheek. Its only oozing a little bit of milky-clear liquid, secreting like semen down her cheek. She tells me there is of course no wait for me and I thank her generously and lick the secretion from her face. I follow her to my table, unable to remove my eyes from her assless pants as she walks sexily in front of me.
”You’re waiter will be with you shortly,” she says exposing her left nipple and pinching it and grinning at the same time.
“What a nice girl,” I think to myself as I notice my surroundings. The restaurant is a very classy place with candle lit tables and wonderful tablecloths and napkins, each lovingly made by the tiny hands of some third world child laborer. In the center of the building is a large stable with several cows, goats, sheep, chickens, land-squids, and children inside, each in its own special stall. I set my sights on a lovely black angus cow and decide that its him that I would like to eat tonight.
I turn to my right to see a gay couple feasting on a small Namibian boy carved like a turkey on their table, while giving each other hand jobs under the table. The Namibian boy seems to have a wine or vinaigrette sauce all over him and he keeps using his remaining arm to baste himself from the pool of sauce collected in the dish hes lying in. To my left is and enormously obese naked woman eating live baby chickens with fish roe, she is eating it voraciously and with such passion I am almost jealous that I never feel passion like that.
”Hello, Sir, my name is Jerome and I will be your waiter tonight. Have you looked over the menu? Would you like to hear our specials tonight?”
I look up to see a man with a beard on the left side of his face and fish scales growing on the right side. He is wearing a nice tuxedo with almost invisible pinstripes running vertically all over it.
”I would like a steak tonight,” I tell him while standing. I walk directly over to the black angus I mentioned before and stroke it between its two dark eyes. It looks up at me sweetly and my mouth begins to water.
”Will that be all for you sir? Anything to drink?” asks Jerome.
”A nice chilled glass of urine if you dont mind. Maybe a spring salad? No cucumbers though, I hate cucumbers.”
”Of course sir, your meal will be right out.” Jerome tells me as he pulls a beautiful Mossberg shotgun from his inside jacket pocket. He inserts a slug cartridge and puts it between the dark eyes of the lovely black angus and pulls the trigger. A beautiful fireworks display erupts from the cows skull and showers us both. I don’t mind. Its all part of the experience, oh how I do love this place!
I return to my table and take a sip of the chilled urine which miraculously is already on my table. It doesn’t taste so fresh but I’m not one to complain. I wait patiently and eat on my spring salad until my steak arrives. It is enormous. Covering the entire plate and at least 2 inches thick. It is cooked just to my liking, seared to almost black on the outside while still fleshy and bloody on the inside. I don’t bother with a fork and a knife, I just grab it with my left hand while I slide my right into my jeans and start pumping my cock. I masticate and masturbate in ecstasy while the gay couple seem to climax at the same time (I always wonder how they time that so perfectly, maybe its pheromonal) they squeal in delight just as the Namibian boy on their table takes his last breath. The obese woman to my left is staring me down with bright orange fish roe all over her face. It doesn’t bother me in the least. This steak is delicious.
