by Steve Calamars
(08/05/09)
Kafka fucks Bettie Page. She is bent over a small dark wood desk. Her skirt is pulled up and her black lace panties are pulled to the side. She has on fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Kafka's hair is a mess. His charcoal grey slacks are at his ankles.
She is moaning over his manuscripts. He is squeezing her ass. He fondles her tits and tugs on her long black hair. She moans louder. Kafka begins to grip her hair with both hands and pulls with all the muscle in his back.
Bettie's face splits down the middle. It opens like a zip-lock bag. Kafka holds her hair, the bisected face hanging at the end. She turns to look at him while he continues to fuck her.
She has the face of a frog. Her long tongue darts from her mouth and slaps Kafka's neck. He grins, drops her mask, and fucks her harder. Instead of moaning, she lets out a deep, loud, "Ribbet!"
Kafka slaps her ass. "Ribbet, Ribbet!" He pounds her pussy and squeezes her hips. He fucks her almost out of anger.
He pins her down on the desk. Her frog face looking towards the floor. Her human ass up high. "Ribbet, Ribbet!" Kafka comes and collapses on Bettie's back.
He crawls off of her. He pulls up his slacks and buckles his belt. She pulls down her skirt and goes into the restroom.
Kafka sits in a wooden chair and looks at a clock. The toilet flushes and Bettie walks back out.
"I have work to do," Kafka says coldly. "Ribbet," Bettie says, "Ribbet." "No you can't stay tonight," he says, "I have too much work." "Ribbet," she says, picking up her purse.
He walks her to the front door of the hotel room. She kisses him on the cheek. She looks at him with big bulbous eyes, blinking and moist. "I'll see you tomorrow," Kafka says, not making eye contact.
Bettie walks away down a long poorly-lit hallway. Kafka closes the door and goes to the window.
She comes out of a door downstairs. She steps onto the sidewalk. She removes her stilettos and zips them up in her purse. Bettie crouches down and hops away.
Kafka closes the blinds and sits down at his desk. He opens a black notebook and picks up a mechanical pencil. He forgets about Bettie and begins to write--
