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001#
January 21, 2020. New York City, United States.
When Andy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the voluptuous figure of a woman lying on top of him, her huge dense breasts crushed against his rock-hard abs. The heavy melons spilled out to the sides, flattened and deformed by their own weight. She slept with a satisfied smile, lips slightly parted, thick fleshy thighs intertwined with his, her pussy still wet and sticky brushing against his thigh.
Andy smirked smugly, his huge, semi-hard cock throbbing under the sheet as the memories of the night flooded back. He had fucked her like an animal, pounding her until her fat hips quivered and her tits bounced wildly. He had cum inside her three times, filling her womb until the semen dripped down her meaty thighs.
"Heh… that makes five sluts this week, and it's only Tuesday," he thought with a malicious, dominant grin, his cock hardening again just from the memory. A dark chuckle echoed in his mind as he carelessly caressed one of the sleeping woman's lewd fat tits, pinching the hardened nipple until she moaned unconsciously in her sleep.
"Mmmh… ahhn…"
Andrew Jonathan Collins, known as Andy Collins, was a 26-year-old stud working at a prestigious Wall Street investment firm. To anyone else it might seem stressful, but to him it was fucking paradise. His real "job" at the office was making women cum until they lost their minds, and he felt damn proud and lucky to have that position.
In the three years he'd been there, he had fucked every woman in the firm: secretaries with round tight asses, analysts with big tits spilling out of their blouses, uptight executives who ended up begging for his cock while screaming with their legs spread wide on his desk.
It earned him the nicknames "The Wolf" and "Patrick Bateman 2.0" among his colleagues, and he wore them like medals.
This was his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
The thrill of the chase, the slow seduction until he broke their resistance, and the final conquest—when the woman turned into a dumb moaning bitch trembling under his cock—was what got him rock-hard every morning.
And today, like every day, he was already thinking about the next bitch.
The hangover clouded Andy's mind, barely recalling the girl sprawled across him, her thick, meaty thighs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated lightning-fast. He seduced her effortlessly, as always, and they ended up in a nearby hotel room, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding urgently as they devoured each other.
In the heat of his primal lust, she let slip that she was the CEO's daughter. Andy paused for a split second, wondering if it was wise to fuck the boss's daughter. But he dismissed the thought instantly; he was too lost in the raw heat of the moment, too absorbed in pounding into her over and over.
"That turns me on even more than the fact that the man who signs my paycheck is the same one whose daughter I'm pounding full of cum."
That thought made the conquest all the more satisfying. The risks only amplified the thrill.
But, whether it was the 12-year-old Macallan or his own indifference, his memory was hazy. All he could recall was that her name began with 'M'. What had remained vividly etched in his mind, however, were the heated details of their encounter the night before.
"Mmm… Andy," a soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and immediately found Andy's, locking onto him. A warm, sleepy smile spread across her face as she looked at him with adoration.
"Good morning, my love..." she whispered tenderly.
A chill ran down Andy's spine the moment he heard the word "love."
With quick, deliberate movements, he untangled himself from her clingy embrace and slid out of the bed. His hands moved with silent urgency as he began dressing, pulling on the same clothes he had worn the night before. The fabric still carried the faint, musky scent of sex and her perfume — a reminder he didn't want right now.
"As much as I'd like to stay, I'm afraid I have to go," he said, rushing his goodbye as he headed straight for the door, clearly eager to escape the hotel room.
He reached the door in just a few strides, his hand already gripping the knob.
"Wait," the woman called out, quickly grabbing his arm just as Andy started to open the door. Still completely naked, with nothing covering her curvaceous body, she pleaded, "Can we at least have breakfast together?" Her face was full of anxiety and desperate hope.
Andy couldn't stand the thought of spending even one more minute with her, but he needed a clean exit. After all, she was the boss's daughter. So he did what he always did best: put on the charming gentleman mask.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he replied with a warm, reassuring smile, gently caressing her cheek with tender care. "I don't want to get scolded for being late. But let me tell you — being with you is like seeing the world through new eyes. I hope we can see each other again soon. I like you."
Her cheeks flushed deep red at his empty words. Completely captivated by his charm, she smiled softly.
"Well, goodbye then, my love..."
They shared a tender, lingering kiss before he finally pulled away.
Andy stepped out of the hotel and the charming gentleman facade dropped instantly. His face turned cold and emotionless as he sank deep into his thoughts.
"It was good fucking her, even if she's way too clingy. That creeped me feel out, honestly," he thought with a smirk. "Not my best night, but not a disaster either. At least those massive tits of hers made my cock throb with every thrust. I wonder who the hell she got those huge melons from."
After a ten-minute walk through the bustling streets, Andy arrived at Smith Capital Investments, ready for another day at the office. He settled into his desk on the 15th floor, his mind still wandering.
Suddenly, Ashley — the vice president's secretary — approached him.
With her vibrant green hair cascading down her shoulders and her sharp, piercing black eyes shining with cold intensity, Ashley was an incredibly provocative sight. Her sheer white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal an obscene amount of deep, juicy cleavage, her huge dense breasts practically spilling out of a tiny lace bra that struggled to contain those massive melons. The tight pencil skirt clung desperately to her wide fat hips and lush, meaty ass, perfectly hugging every curve of her voluptuous lower body. Black stockings wrapped around her long, toned legs, and her sharp heels clicked loudly against the marble floor with every step.
"Mr. Collins," Ashley said with a serious, professional and slightly uptight expression, "Mrs. Smith requires your immediate presence in her office."
"Right now?" Andy asked.
"Yes, right now," Ashley replied in her usual cold, expressionless tone.
"Alright," Andy answered calmly.
"Please follow me," she said, turning her back to him. Every step made her enormous wobbling ass strain violently against the tight pencil skirt. The fabric was so stretched over her massive meaty cheeks that it looked like it could rip apart at any second. Her fat hips swayed hypnotically, the heavy globes flexing and jiggling with each click of her heels.
Andy remained composed as he was summoned by the vice president herself. He already knew what this was about. She probably wanted another "private meeting."
"Heh, this horny bitch is way too impatient," he chuckled under his breath. The call didn't surprise him in the slightest. He and Mrs. Smith were regular fuck buddies. She often dragged him into her office or the bathroom for a quick, hard fuck whenever her rich husband left her unsatisfied. Andy could already feel his thick cock hardening in his pants at the thought of burying himself again inside her tight, wet MILF pussy.
As Ashley led him down the hallway, with just the two of them there, Andy's eyes remained glued to the hypnotic sway of her fat ass under that ridiculously tight skirt. Each step made her meaty cheeks bounce and ripple visibly. A wicked grin spread across his face as he raised his voice:
"Ashley, how about we take a little break and have one of our 'special conversations' in the women's restroom?"
Ashley stopped halfway down the hallway. Her usual stoic expression finally cracked, causing a deep flush in her cheeks and her gaze to become nervous.
"I'm never having sex with you again. You never listen," she replied, her voice thick with anger and frustration.
Andy's lips curled into a mischievous, predatory smile. In three quick strides he closed the distance, wrapping his strong left arm around her slim waist and yanking her flush against his firm chest. His right hand immediately dropped to her massive plump ass, greedily grabbing a handful of soft, fleshy meat through the tight skirt and squeezing hard.
Ashley froze, her black eyes widening in disbelief. But her body betrayed her instantly — her thick thighs clenched together and a soft, stifled whimper escaped her lips: "Mmmh… nnh…"
Without breaking eye contact, Andy slid his hand lower, slipping two fingers under the hem of her tight pencil skirt. He pressed them firmly against her panties, right over her pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the already damp fabric. Ashley's breath hitched sharply, her hips twitching forward despite herself. Her cunt soaked through the thin material almost instantly, coating his fingers with warm, slick juices as he teased her swollen folds.
"Hnn… ahh…" a tiny, needy moan slipped out of her.
Andy pulled his fingers free, now glistening with her arousal, and held them up between their faces. Clear, sticky strings of her pussy juice stretched and dripped slowly. With his other hand, he yanked open his fly and pulled out his fully erect cock — long, thick, veiny, with that perfect upward curve, the swollen head already leaking precum.
"Do you really not want this?" he asked mockingly, brushing the hot, throbbing head of his dick against her stocking-covered thigh. "Look at it, Ashley. It's rock hard because of you. Just like always."
Ashley looked down. Andy's cock was imposing: thick at the base, perfectly shaped, and with that dangerous curve she knew would hit her most sensitive spot mercilessly. She felt her pussy clench hard, a fresh gush of wetness flooding her blue lace panties.
"Andy… please…" she whispered, but her voice had already become weak and pathetic.
***
Five minutes later, in the women's bathroom, the last stall door was left slightly ajar, tempting anyone who might walk by.
Andy stood tall with his pants dropped to his ankles. His white boxer briefs were obscenely stretched outward by his massive cock, the thick shaft and swollen head clearly outlined against the thin fabric. The huge bulge throbbed visibly, already leaking precum and making the material damp.
Ashley was on her knees right in front of him, still wearing her black high heels. Her skirt was hiked all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her huge, round ass. The tiny black thong she wore was soaked through — the thin string buried deep between her fat, jiggling asscheeks, barely covering her swollen pussy lips and her tight pink asshole.
She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with pure lust. The strong masculine scent of Andy's cock and balls filled her nose even through the underwear. Desperate and dripping wet, Ashley reached for his waistband, but Andy grabbed her hair and stopped her.
"No, you greedy little whore," he said arrogantly. "Use your mouth only."
Ashley whimpered like a bitch in heat. With a completely cock-drunk expression, she leaned forward and pressed her soft tongue against the massive bulge. She started licking slowly, dragging her warm, wet tongue up and down the entire length of his clothed cock.
Slurrrp… slurp… slosh…
She sucked on the fabric, tasting his precum through it, while one of her hands slipped between her thighs to rub her soaked pussy. Her fat ass cheeks wobbled with every movement as she moaned desperately.
"Please… I want that big cock…" she begged, voice trembling with need. "I need your thick meat so bad…"
Andy smirked, clearly enjoying the power. He gave her cheek a light slap with his bulging cock.
"Say the magic words, slut."
Ashley looked up at him with watery, submissive eyes and whispered breathlessly: "I'm your cheap little cumslut… Please use my mouth like a dirty cocksleeve and feed me your fat dick…"
Satisfied, Andy finally hooked his thumbs into his waistband and slowly pulled his underwear down. His massive cock sprang out heavily, swinging forward and slapping Ashley hard across the face with a loud THWACK!
It was an extremely well-endowed dick — long, girthy, covered in thick bulging veins, with a fat, swollen purple head already drooling strings of precum. The heavy shaft rested on her face, throbbing against her cheek and forehead.
Ashley's eyes widened with lust. She immediately opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out like a whore, and started servicing him.
Slurp… sluuuurp… mwah… gluck…
She licked every inch worshipfully — from his heavy balls to the leaking tip — coating his entire cock in thick saliva. Then she wrapped her soft lips around the fat head and began sucking hard.
Gluck… gluck-gluck… slosh… gawk…
Andy groaned in pleasure as he pushed deeper. Her mouth stretched obscenely around his thick girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva drooled messily down her chin and onto her tits while he held her head and started fucking her face with slow, deep thrusts.
Gluck-gluck-gluck… gawwwk… sluuuurp…
Tears ran down Ashley's cheeks, mixing with her ruined makeup, but she never stopped. Her throat bulged visibly every time he pushed past her gag reflex. Wet, filthy sucking sounds echoed through the bathroom stall as Andy used her mouth like a fleshlight.
"Fuck… that's it, you dirty cocksucker," he growled, tightening his grip on her hair. "Take it all."
He fucked her throat harder, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. Ashley's eyes rolled back slightly, completely lost in lust, her fingers frantically rubbing her dripping pussy.
Finally, Andy's cock swelled even thicker between her lips.
"I'm gonna cum down your throat," he groaned. "Open wide and take every drop, whore!"
He buried himself as deep as possible. His cock pulsed violently.
Spurt… spuuuurt… spurt-spurt-spuuuurt!!
Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded straight into Ashley's mouth and down her throat. Load after load flooded her, so much that her cheeks puffed out. Some cum leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin in heavy white strands onto her tits.
Gulp… gulp… gluck…
Ashley obediently swallowed as much as she could, the thick semen sliding down her throat with audible gulps. When Andy finally pulled out, her face was a complete mess — covered in spit, tears, and leftover cum. Strings of semen still connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock.
She panted heavily, tongue hanging out, looking up at him like a used cumdump.
Andy smirked, wiping the last drops of cum on her cheek.
"Good girl… That was just the first load."
Andy grabbed Ashley by the hair and roughly spun her around, shoving her forward. She barely had time to brace herself, placing her hands on the toilet seat as he forced her into position.
He yanked her black thong down roughly until it was tangled around her knees. Her massive, round ass was now fully exposed, cheeks jiggling with every movement. Her heavy tits hung freely beneath her, swaying and brushing against the cold porcelain of the toilet.
Andy positioned himself behind her, rubbing his thick, veiny cock against her dripping wet pussy lips. Without warning, he thrust forward hard.
PLAP!
«What did you say before, Miss "I'm never having sex with you again"?» he mocked, slamming his hips forward brutally. «And now look at you… on all fours like a cheap whore in the office bathroom. You love acting like an ice queen in front of everyone, but deep down you're dirtier than a mechanic's hands.»
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
His massive cock stretched her tight pussy wide open with every powerful thrust. Ashley's fat ass rippled violently as his hips slammed against her, the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the small stall.
Ashley bit her lip hard, trying desperately to hold onto her pride.
"T-That's not… ahh!… true…" she gasped, her voice shaky and broken. "I'm not… I'm not a whore…"
But even as she tried to deny it, her body betrayed her completely. Her soaked pussy clenched greedily around his thick cock, juices dripping down her thighs with every deep stroke. Her heavy tits swung back and forth like pendulums, nipples hard and sensitive.
"I… I just made a mistake— fuck!" she moaned loudly as Andy delivered a hard slap to her ass and started pounding her even faster.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Andy laughed arrogantly, gripping her wide hips tighter as he drove his cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt over and over.
"Keep lying to yourself, baby," he taunted, slamming into her harder. "Your pussy is sucking my cock so fucking tight. You're creaming all over me like a desperate slut."
Ashley buried her face against her arms on the toilet, trying to muffle her moans. She wanted to keep denying it, wanted to stay cold and in control… but the pleasure was overwhelming. Every brutal thrust hit her deepest spot, making her eyes roll back and her legs tremble.
"I'm not… ahhn!… I'm not like this…" she whimpered weakly, but her words dissolved into a long, shameless moan as another powerful thrust made her pussy gush.
Andy smirked, fucking her mercilessly, watching her fat ass bounce and her pride crumble with every stroke.
Ashley had completely surrendered to the pleasure. Her attempts to hold onto any pride had crumbled. Her face was pressed against the toilet seat, cheek flat on the cold porcelain as she arched her back even higher, shamelessly offering her fat ass like a bitch in heat.
"Yes! Fuck me! Harder!" she begged, her voice completely broken.
Andy grinned arrogantly and picked up the pace, slamming into her with brutal, deep thrusts. His thick cock pounded in and out of her soaked pussy without mercy.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Her massive ass cheeks rippled violently with every impact, turning red from the force. Her heavy tits swung wildly, nipples rubbing against the toilet with each thrust.
—That's it… —Andy growled, yanking her hair to arch her back further. —Give in completely, you slut.
Ashley's eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she moaned uncontrollably.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!" she screamed.
Her orgasm hit her like a storm. SQUIIIIIIIRT! A long, powerful jet of girl cum sprayed out around his cock, soaking his thighs and puddling on the bathroom floor. Her pussy clenched violently around him, spasming and milking his thick shaft as her whole body shook uncontrollably.
Andy kept fucking her through it, then buried himself balls-deep with a deep groan.
"Take it all, whore!"
Spurt… Spuuuurt… Spurt… Spuuuuuuurt!
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy. Ashley let out a long, broken moan as she felt him filling her up. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh~!!" The deep, guttural sound escaped her throat as his warm seed pumped deep into her womb, filling her completely. So much cum that it started overflowing instantly, dripping down her thighs in thick white streams.
When Andy finally pulled out, a heavy rush of semen poured from her gaping pussy onto the floor. Ashley's body gave out. Her arms collapsed and she fell limply onto the dirty cubicle floor, lying there panting like a used whore.
She remained sprawled on the ground, tits pressed against the tiles, ass still slightly raised, her well-fucked pussy twitching and leaking Andy's cum nonstop. Her black thong was still tangled around her knees, hair messy, face flushed and covered in tears and drool.
Andy stood over her, admiring his work as the last drops of cum dripped from his cock onto her ass.
"Good girl…" he murmured, giving her ass one last firm slap.
Ashley could only let out a weak, exhausted moan in response, too drained and satisfied to say anything.
Suddenly, the sound of heels clicking down the hallway broke the heavy panting filling the stall. The door to the last cubicle, left slightly ajar, swung open.
Brittney Hatchett, the blonde intern with big brown eyes, stepped in with a lit cigarette between her lips, looking for a hidden spot to smoke. Her eyes widened in shock. The cigarette fell from her mouth.
"What the fuck?!" she gasped, hands flying to cover her mouth.
There was Ashley — the coldest, strictest woman in the entire office — lying on the dirty bathroom floor like a cheap whore. Her skirt hiked up, thong pulled down to her knees, huge tits exposed and covered in cum, her pussy gaping and leaking thick ropes of semen down her thighs. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, mouth still open as she tried to catch her breath.
And standing over her was Andy, the company's handsome stud, his massive cock still rock-hard and dripping with the last drops of cum from the tip.
Andy didn't even flinch. He looked straight at the stunned blonde, stroking his heavy, veiny cock slowly.
"Comb your hair, cocksucker. Get on your knees and clean my cock. I want it spotless for when I fuck Vice President Smith later."
Brittney swallowed hard, her eyes locked on that thick, juicy cock glistening with cum and pussy juice. After a few seconds of hesitation, lust won. She dropped to her knees, yanked her white shirt down, and let her massive tits spill out — heavy, round, with perky pink nipples and large areolas.
Without another word, she leaned in and started sucking him like a total slut.
Slurp… slosh… gluck… mwah…
She licked every inch, running her tongue along the thick veins, cleaning off the mess from Ashley's pussy and Andy's load. Then she opened wide and took him deeper, her soft lips stretching around his girth.
Gluck… gluck-gluck… sluuuurp…
Slurp… slurp… gluck-gluck…
"At 5 I have Rita" Andy muttered indifferently, scrolling through the schedule. "That Indian MILF who got her ass and tits done… Fuck, her new ass feels incredible."
Slurp… slurp…
"Then at 7… ah yes" Andy smiled mockingly. "Mrs. Hattchet, your mother. Your mother begged me to fuck her tonight at your house… She says dildos don't satisfy her anymore. She loves it when I spank her ass until it's raw and call her "you filthy fucking mommy whore"."
Gluck… gluck… slurp…
Brittney moaned sluttily around his cock, clearly turned on by his words, sucking even harder as her huge tits bounced with every bob of her head.
Andy looked down at Brittney's massive tits and then at Ashley, covered in his cum.
"Look at both of you… The boss and her intern… both turned into my personal sluts."
***
Andy stepped out of the women's restroom with a smug, satisfied grin on his face. His cock was still half-hard as he casually tucked it back into his pants and zipped up, before strutting down the hallway as if he owned the entire building.
He walked with complete confidence down the hallway, as if nothing had happened. Everyone who passed by—men and women circulating in both directions—knew exactly what he had been doing in the women's restroom. Nobody dared say a word. They simply intuited it, treating him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity, yet no one flinched at the sight.
The women stared openly with raw lust in their eyes, biting their lips. Several clenched their thighs together, clearly getting wet as they imagined themselves bent over in that room, moaning like bitches in heat. Their hungry eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his pants.
The men burned with bitter envy and humiliation. Their jaws clenched tightly and their fists trembled at their sides as they stared at the thick, prominent bulge. Many felt their own pathetic cocks shrink in their pants, knowing they could never compare.
"Fucking lucky bastard…" one of them muttered under his breath, glaring with pure hatred as Andy walked past with that arrogant, dominant smirk on his face.
Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, ready for another session of hot adulterous sex, Andy opened the door without knocking.
There she stood, an unparalleled beauty facing the large window, talking on the phone. Andy waited patiently, his eyes devouring her from behind.
Amanda Smith, Vice President of Smith Capital Investments, was the definition of a walking wet dream. Her platinum-blonde hair fell in luxurious waves down her back. The tight red dress desperately clung to her voluptuous body, but what truly dominated the entire room were her monstrous, gigantic, obscenely huge breasts — colossal, dense, heavy melons that threatened to rip through the fabric with every breath. Her stiff nipples poked obscenely against the dress like two diamonds. Those titanic tits swayed and jiggled heavily with even the slightest movement.
Her massive, round ass looked even bigger in that dress, the short red skirt barely able to contain the fat, meaty cheeks that jiggled with raw weight.
"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending the call with a deep, tired sigh. "Haaah…"
Suddenly, Andy moved. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and greedily grabbed her huge dense breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh possessively.
Amanda shivered, a low moan escaping her lips: "Mmmh…"
"Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear, his hot breath brushing her neck while his thumbs teased her hardened nipples.
Amanda was caught off guard, but only for a second. With a sharp movement, she broke free from his grip and spun around. Her hazel eyes burned with a mix of fury and desire as she raised her hand and delivered a hard, powerful slap across his face.
¡PAHH!
The loud crack echoed through the luxurious office, leaving a bright red mark on Andy's cheek.
Andy's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"What's going on?! You slept with my daughter Mia last night, even after I explicitly warned you not to!" Amanda exploded, her massive chest heaving with rage.
"Mia?... Oh… Yeah, yeah… So that's her name," Andy said casually, finally remembering the girl he had fucked and ditched that morning. "I should have guessed."
"I'm tired of you, Andy," Amanda said, her voice trembling with anger and anxiety. "Do you think you can fuck any woman you want without consequences?"
"You know exactly how I am, Mandy," Andy replied with a mocking smirk. "But I don't get why you're so mad. You and I have been fucking for months behind your husband's back. You're married and still spread your legs for me every chance you get. Now you're suddenly moral because I fucked your daughter?"
"That's exactly why I called you here," Amanda replied, her voice breaking. Tears began falling down her cheeks as her shoulders shook.
"What are you trying to say, Mandy?" Andy asked, narrowing his eyes.
Amanda looked at the floor, crying softly. "I'm pregnant with your child, Andy..."
Andy froze for a brief second before responding with cold indifference: "Are you going to get an abortion?"
"It's too late for that," she whispered. "My husband found out about the pregnancy… and he thinks it's his. He's thrilled about becoming a father."
Andy stayed silent as Amanda continued with guilt and shame in her voice: "I tricked him… I told him we had sex one night when he came home drunk. He believed me."
"So what's the problem then?" Andy asked, completely unfazed.
"What's the problem?!" Amanda cried, staring at him in disbelief. "I haven't had sex with my husband in over a year! There's no way it's his. I don't want to lie to him about this baby!"
Andy let out a cold laugh. "After years of cheating on him with me, now you're worried about lying? Don't be a hypocrite, Mandy."
Tears streaming down her face, Amanda looked at him desperately. "What are we going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"
"Our baby?" Andy scoffed. "I don't give a fuck. Just tell him it's his and keep living your rich life. I'm taking a break."
He turned around and walked toward the door.
"Please, wait…!" Amanda begged, her voice cracking. She quickly reached out and grabbed Andy's arm tightly, desperation clear in her grip.
Andy stopped and turned around with clear annoyance on his face. For a brief second, he saw it — the exact same expression Mia had given him that morning in the hotel when she begged him to stay for breakfast. The same needy eyes, the same clingy tone, the same pathetic dependency.
A wave of disgust and irritation washed over him. He hated this type of woman the most — the ones who got attached and started demanding things after he fucked them.
He roughly yanked his arm free from her grasp.
Andy ignored her completely and walked out of the office without saying another word.
As he walked out of the building, he muttered to himself: "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had breakfast yet. I should grab a black coffee at Starbucks."
As he crossed the street, his phone rang. The screen showed "Mom." He was about to hang up when a deafening roar filled the air.
CRASH!!!
A Japanese delivery truck called Truck-kun slammed into him with brutal force, launching his body several meters through the air. The sickening sound of metal crushing flesh echoed across the street.
"Oh my God!!!"
"An ambulance!!! Call an ambulance!!!"
People around him erupted into chaos — some screaming, others already recording the bloody scene with their phones. In an instant, Andy Collins' life ended in a pathetic, bloody mess on the asphalt.
Perhaps as just punishment for his sins.
It was karma.