Hi fucktards! Here’s a quick blog entry about the fun time I had today with my pump-and-pay loser Mr. Reed. I was out driving around, and I noticed that my car was running low on gas. So I pulled into a Quickee Mart to fill up. Then I discovered that I had left my credit cards at home! Goddess Amber was not happy! In fact, I was sooooo pissed! Goddess Amber believes in instant gratification for all her wants and needs.
Then I had a fantastic idea – why not have one of my fucktards pay for my gas? And what better fucktard to “pump” my gas than my favorite “pump-and-pay” fucktard, Mr. Reed? LOL!
A few weeks ago, Mr. Reed called me and begged me to blackmail him, so I made him give me some personal information to use against him. Among that information was his home phone number. So I took out my cell phone and punched in Mr. Reed’s number.
The loser answered on the first ring – no friends, no life, just sitting by the phone!
“Hello, Mr. Reed, this is Goddess Amber, and I need you to buy me a tank of gas right now. Give me your credit card number.” I think Mr. Reed almost came in his pants, he was so excited to hear my voice. But then he started resisting, saying he couldn’t give out his cc information. So, I told him if he didn’t, his personal info would be up on my blog within an hour, and it would stay there. With that threat over his head, Mr. Reed couldn’t give me his credit card number fast enough!
I hung up on him, went into the Quickee Mart, and made arrangements with the fucktard behind the counter to pay with Mr. Reed’s credit card. What a creepo the Quickee Mart guy was! He couldn’t take his eyes off me. As I was walking out, I dropped my keys (oops! tee hee!) and bent over so he could get a good look at my Goddess ass. Who knows, I may need to use him for something someday. The world is full of fucktards just waiting to be used by Goddess Amber!
I filled my tank (15 gallons), then decided I needed a cappuccino. So I went back into the Quickee Mart and got a cappuccino. And some snacks. And a bunch of magazines. The total for gas and everything came to $75. Just put it on Mr. Reed’s card!
Once I was back on the road, I called Mr. Reed again. He answered on the first ring again! I told him the total he had just spent. Then I made him pump it out of his cock, just for fun. I charged him $5 a stroke, so he only got 15 strokes. When he finished, I just laughed at him, said, “Thanks, fucktard!” and hung up. I think he was begging me to give him permission to cum when I cut him off. No, Mr. Reed, no cumming today!
So, now I have Mr. Reed’s phone number AND credit card info. This is going to be fun! Mr. Reed, you’re on speed dial now!
