See how low you will go

There are times in this hobby when we wonder how low can we go. Follow some hoe into the kitchen of Bottom’s Up, and you’ll see.

You’ll see. What you’ll see is rank, rancid. It’s dark. The atmosphere is black. It is debased and drepraved. You can’t see it, but you know it is. Dirty. Tainted. Contaminated. There is nothing soft. Nothing comfortable. In the shadows are outlines. Could be an oven. Must be menace. The lone chair must have come from the interrogation room of a CIA dark site. Maybe that’s where I am.

Me and the hoe. In what they call a kitchen. Planning oral on a dick that now is absolutely, unequivocally no longer hard. Rendition.