Muse: A Wawa Sub
Sitting frantically awaiting for team wawa to serve a fresh container of coffee,
I didn't get my usual hazelnut swirl, four creams and six sugars,
Today felt a little special,
Colombian, french swirl, a pinch of cinnamon, Once I got my fix I was so excited all I could do was watch the bubbles circling this fresh cup of coffee,
Popping and cautiously hot,
The smell of sunflowered coffee beans,
A trip down a flowery garden of joy,
Almost like daydreaming in a downy commercial,
After a minute or two of bliss off came my shoulder,
Holding the biggest wawa sub I had ever seen,
She stormed pass me rushing to slab this sub on the table,
My eyes immediately snap,
Awaiting for a simple manner to appear across her lips,
And nothing,
I walked over to her and grabbed her by the neck dragging her into a white room,
Behind me I locked the door,
I made sure she was still carrying her sub alongside for sure,
Everyone in the store kept on walking pass as if we no longer existed,
Everyone was looking down in their phones,
No one noticed the girl with the extra large wawa sub had disappeared,
In the room was a white metal desk,
A white office chair with two computer monitors with security footage on each one,
The walls where pitched white almost like an insane asylum with glass windows from the ceiling to the floor,
I flung the computers down on the floor, Once I had her secured in the room I tied her down to the desk, Each limb on every coroner of the table,
She didn't make a sound,
I threw the glasses she was wearing across the room and wiped the tears from her eyes,
I stood over top of her head rubbing her temporal lobe,
I whispered in her ear...say it,
She didn't crack her lips not one bit,
I pulled a knife out of my back pocket I usually store for late night thieves,
Or days like these,
Where her lips not moving surely became a tease,
Massive amounts of people where walking past the window,
On Saturday and Sunday is usually tourist season,
I began to rub the knife across her neck slowly and sexually,
Say it...
Her nipples became higher turned on by defiance,
This wawa sub was enjoying being disobedient,
I dragged the knife down to her inner thigh,
Leaving ash streaks on her skin,
Her vagina had erupted leaving a puddle on the surface,
I drew the knife closer and closer to her kitten I could hear purring,
I put my hand across her lips and slapped the flat part of the knife on her clit,
I can tell in her eyes she enjoyed it, After three or four times I can see her eyes rolling to the back of her mind,
Wondering where I had been her whole life,
I brought the knife back up to her lips and made her suck the cum from the tip,
She did such a good job of not wasting any of it,
For certain not cutting her shit,
Her body was now sliding across the desk in her slippery cum,
I whispered again...say it,
I wanted her to scream an proper apology for taking my shoulder off with her giant sub,
I'm sorry Mistress,
I'm sorry Mistress for being such a bratty sub,
I looked up feeling the pressure of someone melting the side of my face,
And there was an old man standing with his mouth to the floor,
He fiddled his pocket for a minute i'm sure in search for his phone to steal a flick,
About time he got into his camera phone and directed it to the glass I had vanished,
With the door left cracked open and the wawa sub still tied to the table with fluids dripping off every corner,
He peaked around his phone to make sure there was in fact someone there holding a knife to the wawa subs vagina and lip,
Vanished into the darkness of the machines coffee drip,
I folded my knife back into my pocket for the saliva to dry,
On to the next sub to count their goose bumps,
Warming my knife gave me a natural high,
I had forgot about my special coffee I had made for today,
Until next time wawa...
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