"f**k! Stupid bats!" I spat in frustration.
I don't know how Batman manages to look cool amidst those things. Not only were they annoying and scary, they were also stupid. Everyone knows not to beat up a Casanova's face when he's out for a spicy night.
The brain in my head thought about going back home. I thought it might be better to come back at a later date. Unfortunately, the brain in my c**k was the prevalent brain at the time and it told me to go straight in. I was way too close to the p***y to retreat. Besides, hard guys don't back down.
I found the front door unlocked and walked right in. There was a teenage-looking girl at the reception, staring at a computer screen.
"Why is there a reception in this rich p***y's house?" I wondered.
The receptionist's head shot up so fast, it
