That night, Frank watched from behind the bar with his eyes glazed over as Tanya danced, wildly naked under the black strobe light while that lucky S.O.B. “Doesn’t matter!” Frank whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking with desire for her. “I came twice and I didn’t even touch myself!”
“Well, I didn’t come again, but I need to,” Frank replied, tossing the empty gun on the bed. Frank was almost at the top of the stairs when she shot herself. “You can use six-millimeter paint balls. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. “This thing is really hard to aim,” Frank complained. You like ‘sting’ – remember?”
“I love Sting,” she exclaimed, suddenly smiling. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. Frank opened fire, speckling her breasts and belly with white paint. Afterwards, they lay on the bed, gasping, amazed that their sex was still so intense. Then she turned the BB pistol on herself and pulled the trigger again. It stung like hell, but it didn’t break the skin this time.
