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Hunt Or Be Hunted II

Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Blowjob, Murder, Non-Erotic, Author: Interesting Reed, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

and got myself back up. I tried to not even look at the old man on the way out. I spotted Jerome coming out a shop and made my way to him. "Where you go to little man?" He said to me, I wasn't sure if I should tell him I was busy getting my ass beat by a chick who ended up giving me my first blow job ever. "Getting some head." I said trying not to sound like I was bragging too much but wanted to sound a little bit like a brag. "Idiot don't waste your credit on a whore." Jerome told me while he pointed at a few sketchy women I didn't notice in front of the building I was just at. "No I didn't pay her she did it for free." I said with a smug smile on my face. "Oh really? You telling me some bitch just picked you out the street and blew you?" Jerome said with a lot of disbelief in his voice. "Yeah why not? I'm a bit of a legend back in my home town." I said while I hoped he didn't smell the nut on my breath that still lingered from the kiss. "Whatever kid look at what I brought with my credit." Jerome then pulled me along to look at his new weapon still in the display case. A machete flat blunt looking and a bit rusty on the hilt. "You can't be serious that thing? It looks like you won't get more then a few slices out that thing before it breaks apart." I told him as I looked at the hunk of metal. "That's the point genius. I plan to have it brake off in somebody's body have blood spraying and covering the pit. I should get lots of credit with that then I have these." He pointed ... at a pair of spiked brass knuckles. "You plan to get close to them to even use them? You know everyone has guns right?" I asked him. "Guns? You're kidding me right? Everyone knows a gun runs about 500 credit for a piece of shit gun then you have to buy the bullets that's another hundred per clip." He said as we walked over to the gun selection. All of them holograms of course the real guns were locked away at the pit. "Shit for real? Damn the hell can I get with my credit?" I asked knowing I only had 229 credit. "Depends on what you got you can get some brass knuckles for 300 or a rusty machete for 250." The store salesman told me from behind the counter giving me a classic cheesy smile. You know the kind of smile people give you when they're about to rip you off. "I don't have that much…" I said while I looked around. Only to see everything in that room was out of my price range. Crap I couldn't even by a kitchen knife just my luck. "Don't worry small stuff let's go to the scrap heap." Jerome said as we walked out the shop. Charlie told me about the scrap before it's a garbage dump where you can find and make different types of weapons. You can make a home made gun if you know what your doing. When Jerome and I got there it was awe inspiring at least a few hounded yards of garbage piled a few thousand feet high. Dozens of people walking around searching for different components to make weapons. "Yeah you can get all you can carry for just about twenty credits. I'm going to ...