Aight im down, Ill be Cinnamon

Sick nasty let's scadizzle :3

My feet slap violently against the wooden floor. My fowl feline odor making its way under you 3" concrete steel door. The foot slaps stop for a second before silence fills the room, my odor ever present and on your mind. I knock on the door before politely kicking the door down. "Yo What up my nigga"

I look up in erotic terror as you stand over me, door kicked in, belt off, pants off, tail out. I too am currently not wearing pants. A coincidence. I immediately reply out of habit "Oh shit nigga!"

I take a long lustful step in yor direction. the smell of fish and tainted meat quickly become noticeable and veyr very smellable. its obvious i had just eaten, but i was seemingly still hugnry for something else . "Yo you got any calzones?"

My ears perk up as I hear that line. All other feelings fade away. It's as if a switch had been flicked on inside of me. I was no longer the Chocola everyone knew. I threw on my hat and shirt, as I was now CHOCOLA SLATER, FRANCHISEE FOR SAUCE ON THE SIDE CALZONES, BASED IN INDIANAPOLIS AND ST. LOUIS. "HELLO OUR MOST POPULAR CALZONES ARE THE MEAT ME IN ST. LOUIE, DUKE, AND AS FEATURED ON THE TRAVEL CHANNEL, THE COCK-A-DOODLE NOODLE. MY PERSONAL FAVORITE IS THE ROASTY TOASTY! WE ALSO HAVE SALADS AND BITE SIDES!"

Id stare on in udder confusion, my face a puzzled and reasonably upset mess. I had no understanding on what a "Roasty Toasty" was. I would stand idle and quiet for a second before opening my mouth to speak. "Look, I'm gonna need to speak to your manager." My hands would slowly rest at my hips, shifting pressure to one side as well. I'd eagerly await for some kind of response or rebutle.

What a fool. Little did she know that I WAS the manager. I had just completed my 5-week training and was now closing every Wednesday night. I also just put in a policy that anyone who asks for the manager will be penetrated. This was my time to shine. "Actually Skinammon, I am indeed the manager. You have to face judgement now."

Id stare awkwardly as i waited for choc Cola to respond to me, Getting more and more nervous with each waking second. As words finally spewed out of her mouth, Id only get more confused. "Face judgement? Who tf is that?" Id look around worriedly, In all honesty if i was about to get jumped id have to watch myself, i couldn't go back to prison.

I cracked a smug smile. "You're gettin' it now!" I pounced on her with my feline finesse and began licking all over. Tastes like cinnamon. I like it.

Id quickly turn back to choc Cola. Id understandably be taking by surprise as i was pushed to the ground. Shivering slightly as i felt the sandpaper tongue rub itself against me. "THIS IS NOT A FUCKING CALZONE!" I was definitely going to give this place four stars on yelp if this type of customer service continued.

I could not stand for this. 4 stars? on YELP??? "YOU SHALL PAY" I yelled as I pulled an erotic whip out of my vag and aimed it at Cinnamon. "Your defenseless anus is MINE!" I plunged it deep within as she howled in pain.