I took a deep breath and turned the key. The chastity belt stuck a little and Bertha cackled as I struggled with it.
I looked up at her but my vision was already a bit blurry, and a cloud of stale smoke and a night of tequila shooters made it difficult to see.
“Youse got to work to earn my reward, sugar.”
I couldn't be sure, but at the time I swore I could see more smoke filling the room as she spoke, although I saw no lit cigarettes in the tiny bedroom that doubled as a "sitting parlor" whenever Bertha took her home on the open road.
Part of me, the part we all ignore, was begging me to leave. But the important part of me was saying ‘Put your back into it!” I turned the key and pulled with all my beer muscles. The doorway to heaven popped open and I rocked back on my knees. A scream caught in my throat. I expected to see a pussy, but instead a bird fell out. There was more cackling and other noises.
I wish I could tell you that I left right then. I really do.
The End.
P.S. Don't judge me. We've all been there!
