*Comes in removing hat and veil*
Uhm, have you ever killed someone with Sex?
I don't know how to explain this, but I kill men when I sleep with them. I've killed three men before, the other night made four. Oh, we weren't having sex, but it might as well have been. See, a while back Blanche and I took this dirty dancing course and I was a natural at it. Dirty dancing, they say is like having sex standing up, so this applies.
As you can imagine, any thing that had to do with sex, Blanche was devestated that she wasn't the best at. Well she and I danced, which I am not ashamed to admit I liked. She is pretty good, but she is no me. Hear that Blanche, I am good at something!
Anyways, back to the story. Clark Rugowski and I were dancing at the local disco the other night when he started feeling strange, or so he said. At the time, I thought he was just randy. Well he dragged me out on the dance floor, grabbed my hand as the music started and away we went.
I have to tell you, he was way better than any of the other men I had danced with before. I got so caught up in the heat of the moment, I just cut loose and tore up the rug! *giggles* So, there we were, out dancing even the youngest of couples there, me shimming up his body as he held my waist. Well he lets out this low groan, and I am thinking I was hot stuff!
He lets out another groan and grabs my bottom. Well, I am not above a little action on the dance floor, so I pulled him close. He went face down in my cleavage and I have no idea why, but I just left him there. In fact, I did a Charo impression and shook them. I know, I know, so risque, but it was the heat of the moment.
By now his groaning had decreased to a low grunting. His arms were pulling me tighter so I decided to do something I had only dreamed of. I dipped back! Unfortunately, Clark wasn't under me to support and we both tumbled back on the dance floor.
I was fine, but poor Clark had suffered a massive heart attack. They say he died a happy man, I won't tell you why. Just suffice to say he was very happy.
Well the funeral was today and we buried him. The corner called before hand and told me I hadn't been the direct cause. Seems he took some of that viagra before the disco and it led to heart failure in all the excitement. Well I was relieved to say the least, but I still felt guilty that it was my sultry dancing that did him in.
At the funeral, Blanche kept making inappropriate comments about flag poles. By the time the Eulogy had been completed, she and Dorthy were almost rolling with laughter. We got kicked out of his funeral. Can you imagine? Oh, I was so embarrassed by the two of them, I could just dig a hole in the earth and crawl in. I said as much to Blanche and she offered to take us back to the cemetary so I could quote 'finish him off the hard way'.
On a side note, Blanche is a cheap slut.
The End.
I don't know how to explain this, but I kill men when I sleep with them. I've killed three men before, the other night made four. Oh, we weren't having sex, but it might as well have been. See, a while back Blanche and I took this dirty dancing course and I was a natural at it. Dirty dancing, they say is like having sex standing up, so this applies.
As you can imagine, any thing that had to do with sex, Blanche was devestated that she wasn't the best at. Well she and I danced, which I am not ashamed to admit I liked. She is pretty good, but she is no me. Hear that Blanche, I am good at something!
Anyways, back to the story. Clark Rugowski and I were dancing at the local disco the other night when he started feeling strange, or so he said. At the time, I thought he was just randy. Well he dragged me out on the dance floor, grabbed my hand as the music started and away we went.
I have to tell you, he was way better than any of the other men I had danced with before. I got so caught up in the heat of the moment, I just cut loose and tore up the rug! *giggles* So, there we were, out dancing even the youngest of couples there, me shimming up his body as he held my waist. Well he lets out this low groan, and I am thinking I was hot stuff!
He lets out another groan and grabs my bottom. Well, I am not above a little action on the dance floor, so I pulled him close. He went face down in my cleavage and I have no idea why, but I just left him there. In fact, I did a Charo impression and shook them. I know, I know, so risque, but it was the heat of the moment.
By now his groaning had decreased to a low grunting. His arms were pulling me tighter so I decided to do something I had only dreamed of. I dipped back! Unfortunately, Clark wasn't under me to support and we both tumbled back on the dance floor.
I was fine, but poor Clark had suffered a massive heart attack. They say he died a happy man, I won't tell you why. Just suffice to say he was very happy.
Well the funeral was today and we buried him. The corner called before hand and told me I hadn't been the direct cause. Seems he took some of that viagra before the disco and it led to heart failure in all the excitement. Well I was relieved to say the least, but I still felt guilty that it was my sultry dancing that did him in.
At the funeral, Blanche kept making inappropriate comments about flag poles. By the time the Eulogy had been completed, she and Dorthy were almost rolling with laughter. We got kicked out of his funeral. Can you imagine? Oh, I was so embarrassed by the two of them, I could just dig a hole in the earth and crawl in. I said as much to Blanche and she offered to take us back to the cemetary so I could quote 'finish him off the hard way'.
On a side note, Blanche is a cheap slut.
The End.