Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Oh has it been a day! I have to explain to you the trouble Dr. Kooky has gotten me into now. In (Part one) I explained how Kooky invented an antidote for the recent virus outbreak and I also explained how I accidentally swallowed it when he confused the antidote for a migraine medicine he had concocted for me. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I really appreciate him trying to help me but when he confused the pills, the next thing that happened was forever life-changing.
He can’t remember how he created the antidote for the virus and now my body is the cure. That’s right, to cure the recent outbreak, I…Kayla… have to fuck anyone who is infected and my bodily fluids interacting with theirs will cure them as well. You might be thinking, then they can cure other people too, no big deal.
Unfortunately, that isn’t how the antidote works. It’s all up to me. Somehow, the Italian Mafia got wind of me being the cure and now they are in negotiations with Kooky over the price he would be willing to sell me for. I’m scared no matter what number he comes up with, they won’t be giving him a choice anyway.
I Am The Cure
All of Italy is on lockdown and the Mafia isn’t taking no for an answer. They’ve promised to give my Daddy enough money to keep him more than happy for years to come. He won’t be sucking dick in front of the Dollar Store anymore but at what cost?!
The cost of me, fucking the population of not only Italy but then all of Asia. See the Mafia’s are all connected through what they can do for each other. Just so happens that now that they have their hands on a cure…me…Everyone is about to get a lot richer and healthier.
Kooky came into the room I was waiting in. He looked worn down and sad. A giant man in a beat-up leather jacket grabbed me by my elbow. “Come. Now.” He growled while lifting me off my feet. I looked to Kooky with wide eyes. “We go now.” The man said no matter how much I pulled on my arm.
“Oh dear, wait!” Kooky spoke up and I hoped it was to stop them from taking me but instead he pulled a tiny tictac case out of his pocket with orange pills inside. “The migraine meds. You’ll need them, sweetie.” He gave them to me and patted my hand while I looked at him in shook.
The man dragged me from the house and shoved me in a large black SUV. “I don’t have a passport,” I grumbled.
“No matter.” The man grinned while taking down his pants. His gross dick flopped toward me and I backed up in the seat. He coughed wildly and then grabbed my thighs to rip them open. “You cure me now.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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