To Catch a Princess

               It was a hot summer day. The high of the day was one-oh-three according to the slut on the weather channel. But she was a lying whore. It had to be at least four-hundred degrees. I tucked my finger underneath the edge of my collared shirt. I had to look professional today. I glanced over at the black suit jacket that lay on the seat next to me: professional. I looked up at the rearview mirror. I had saved my head for the occasion and put on some self-tanner, colored contacts, face teeth, and of course, a body suit that made me look just a little bit heftier than I actually was. Texas was like hell. And I am Satan. Trapped in my pit. And you will be too, my love.

                I pulled the car around the block and followed the two girls down the street. My target. I had been following her for several weeks now. She didn’t know it though. That’s how I liked it. The surprise of the catch. The thrill of the case. My love is like a wild cat, baby: it’s coming to get you.

                I quickly reached over to my glove compartment and pulled out a travel sized bottle of lube and squeezed some on my right hand. I had to get ready. With my free hand, I quickly unzipped my black, dress slacks and pulled out my dick.

“Oh god, yes,” I moaned to myself as I watched the girls walk down the sidewalk.

                This was the life, I thought, as I covered my shaft and head with the lubricant and began to pump.

“Soon,” I chuckled. “Soon you will be mine, and I will be yours. Oh shit!”

                I was coming too soon! I had to calm down. I was going to ruin everything! Every, fucking thing! I had this planned out for weeks now. I had memorized her schedule, I know all of her friends, I know her enemies, and I know her heart. She is perfect. And I will find pleasure in the real artifact soon enough. I had to be patient. Patience is a virtue. So is lust. So is Love.

                The girl walking next to my love was playing on her phone. Her bright red hair was like a waterfall of brimstone, rippling down her back. She was beautiful, to say the least, but I didn’t want her. I wanted the girl who had occupied my thoughts for the past seven weeks, five days, three hours, 26 minutes and counting. She was the only thing that mattered to me. And today was the day my queen came home to her castle.

                They neared the school the girls attended. The local community college: a quaint place. It was a place for back to school moms and grandmas, high school drop outs, poor people, and the like. People trying to get a fresh start into the boring life of the “Nine to five”, weekends off, and paid vacations. They make me sick. What’s it going to matter in fifty years? One-hundred years? One-thousand? It won’t! They will get a piece of paper giving them a wider selection of people to boss them around.

They are sheep. No. They are like cows. Cows in need of the farmer. A farmer in need of a butcher. I am the butcher. But, I’ll convert to Hindi for that flower strutting down the sidewalk. She can be saved. Only her. Everyone else can burn. Well, she will eventually, and so will I. But that’s why I must save her. She must be saved from the back to school moms, authority, diplomas, cows, fire, and being just a face in a sea of faces. She is special. She is mine.

I put the car into park and watched them walk up the steps into the physical science building.  Her dark hair waved in the breeze. That’s a lie! There was no breeze. There is no breeze in Hell. Only me, and my lover, and the sinners that burn around us.

I had to wait for class to start. She was always early to class. Always. No exceptions. I had to wait. I looked down at the clock: 8:58. That’s plenty of waiting. I had to get her now. I didn’t think that my cock could handle the wait any more. I had to pee. I had to poop. I could feel the adrenolin jolt through my system as I slowly grabbed the key in the ignition.

I turned the key off, slipped my dick back into my pants, opened the door, grabbed the suit coat and stepped out of my car. Now was the time. I pulled the jacket on, adjusted the buckles on my shoes and began walking up the steps, following after my beloved. I made sure to step exactly where her precious feet had been just moments before. I reached the top of the steps and checked my watch, 9 o’clock. She would be just sliding into her seat at this moment. I had to recuse my princess from this dragon of a castle. She shouldn’t have to be here any longer. I will save her. I have to. I am Satan, and I spare whom I choose.

I pulled out the pair of blue latex gloves I kept in my pockets and slid them on my hands. Not that I think the police would be able to pull a print off of these disgusting knobs, but just a precaution. I don’t like door knobs anyway. I don’t personally have any at my house. I don’t see why they’re necessary. They are simply a hassle.

I quietly closed the door behind me as I entered the building. It was a small building that held the physics, astronomy, and geology lecture halls and labs. It was single floored, with the doors on the left hand side leading to the different lecture halls; and on the right, were the lab rooms. Shame, I wasn’t in a biology or chemistry lab, things could have been so much fun! All those sharp object, chemicals, and bones, it would have been a playground.

The building was old. The floors creaked as I walked across their tattered faces. The dust was still fresh in the air. Damn Mexicans. Cobwebs were decorating all the corners of the hall way, and the only sounds were those that echoed from down the hall, where the geology lab was located; probably, an equally old professor that was calling role.

I held my breath. Maybe I could hear him call out my beloved’s name! The suspense was almost too much.

I was beginning to regret to regret not ejaculating in the car before I came in. The pain had begun to increase with every step I took. I looked down at the present for my princess and my chest filled with pride. The best mother fucking cock in the whole world. I reached down and patted it. My pet. I whispered to it, “Not to worry, I will find you some fresh meat very soon.”

I neared the geology room door and quickly took of my blue gloves and stuffed them into my pockes, straitened my suit coat, and brushed off my britches. I had to look the part, or she wouldn’t take the bait. She had to take the bait. My tongue slid across the front of my teeth and stopped to stroke each of my canines. I was ready.

I let out a deep breath and shook my arms. I had to poop. I raised my hand and curled my fist and knocked hard on the door. This was it. Here I come, my love.