Wayne Bruzinski sat behind the counter at the Gas Up waiting for the store to close. He hated having to work late because it cut into his Manbat beat. He flipped through a titty magazine his boss kept in the office, "Man that chick gives me a bat stiffy." He said aloud.
After he jerked one out in the bathroom he heard the door bell chime. A shifty looking man entered and strode to the counter. After buying a pack of smokes the man looked at Wayne and says, "You like to party?"
"What kind of party?" Wayne asked, his interest peeked more than the ears on the Manbat suit. He was sweating from his playtime in the bathroom, and he wiped at his face constantly.
"I got some really good crack the other day and I'm trying to sell this shit. You look like a tweeker, so... You wanna party?" The man explained.
Wayne was about to decline but realized this was the perfect chance to take out a scum bag tonight. "Yeah, but you got to meet me here out back a two a.m." He told the man. "I'll buy all the crack you have, I'm absolutely fucking bonkers for crack."
The man agreed to return and Wayne was giddy at the prospect of serving up hot justice, so hot the big boobed bimbo in the magazine paled in comparison. Wayne's shift drew to a close when the phone rang. He answered, it was his boss. He wanted Bruzinski to leave the deposit out so he could drop it in the night box at the bank. Wayne's boss explained he was down at a managers meeting nearby and wanted to drop the deposit off before he went home so he could nurse his hangover in the morning rather than come in to the Gas Up.
"Yeah, I'll leave it next to the back door, on the wire rack under a newspaper. Take it easy boss, I'm gonna lock up and get out of here." Wayne hung up the phone and locked the doors. He dropped the deposit on the wire rack and took his costume out of his gym bag. 'Perfect, I can use the spy hatch on the back door to keep watch for the man, thanks for the call boss.' Wayne thought himself clever and watched out said hatch to wait for the drug dealer.
As he waited Wayne spied the titty magazine once again. He snatched up the book, yanked his vinyl pants down and beat his dick like it tried to sell him crack. Our hero climaxed and the seminal fluid got all over his hands. Before he could find a towel he heard footsteps behind the store. He looked out and saw the crack dealer standing behind the store. Wayne jerked his pants up and looked about for something to strike the drug dealer with. He found a small length of pipe. Brandishing the pipe the Manbat unbolted the door and leaped out screaming, "I AM THE MANBAT, FEEL MY WRAITH!"
"What the fuck.." The man blurted before Wayne cleaned his clock with the pipe. The man hit the ground, out cold from the blow. Wayne bent down and went through the drug dealers pockets. He found a bag of crack, a couple crack pipes and a Brillo pad. He scooped up the contraband and took it inside. As he entered the back door, hands full of crack, his cape snared on the wire rack knocking it and the deposit to the ground. Wayne pulled his cape free and picked up the deposit. Money and crack in hand Wayne took one step in when the office door opened suddenly. It was Wayne's boss. The man took one look at Bruzinski, wearing the Manbat costume and holding the store's deposit in his hands with the back door hanging open.
"Don't move!" Wayne's boss yelled as he pulled a .38 revolver from his jacket.
"No fuck don't.." Was all Wayne said as he held up the pipe he had assaulted the drug dealer with. Wayne's boss fired all six rounds into Wayne and then called the police.
Wayne had died from the bullet wounds on the way to the hospital. The police had reported Wayne Bruzinski was scouring crack at the store, using the deposit money when the deal went bad. The cops had confirmed Wayne sexually assaulted the drug dealer after hitting him with the pipe because of the traces of semen they found on the man's pants and shirt. Wayne's boss did not suffer any charges, evoking the Stand Your Ground clause after seeing Wayne brandishing a pipe with the store's deposit in hand. If Wayne were alive he would have been jailed for armed robbery, assault and rape.
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