Some nights it seems I'm most popular when there isn't a single hairy taco in smelling radar range, no furry beaver to become pulled in by with my tongue hanging out and my werewolf cock stiffening up but yet there are fucking BALD-PUSSIED CHICKS EVERYWHERE trying to get me to fuck their clean-shaven snatches, and that's what I ran into when I stepped into me and Chimp's fourth stop last night, at a place called Bajio's on the west side. It's one of the fancier Mexican restaurants in town and the manager doesn't seem to like me. He's some Mexican-American dude named Romeo Bajio who likes hairy tacos as much as I do-- so much in fact that his werewoman of a wife, Hilda, makes him hire nothing but babes with bald pussies so he won't be so tempted to cheat on her. I'm not sure why Romeo would cheat on Hilda, anyway. I fucked her once and she was a fine piece of ass with black, curly peach-fuzz all over her butt cheeks and a big thick bush covering up her tasty twat. Mmmmmmm . . . . that pussy was good!
I don't know if Romeo knows I fucked his wife a couple times, but I think the real reason he doesn't like me is because it's a real fancy restaurant and I never order anything but nachos when I come there. There's just something about all the bald pussies walking around that makes me lose my appetite for anything else. Although last night I decided to humor Romeo a bit, try to make him feel better by ordering a Mexican chicken breast.
Chimp decided to stay in the car after we shot a few photos outside the restaurant. He was saving his appetite for Fajita's later on. I got inside and saw Romeo behind the bar sneering at me. He whispered something into one of the blonde waitresses ears then waved his hands at me in disgust, shaking his shead as he walked back into the kitchen, probably telling someone to get my nachos ready.
I sat at my favorite table and the blonde comes up to me, flirting with me. "Hello, Senor Taco Werewolf," she said. "So nice to have you here with us again tonight. I like what you have done to your werewolf mask."
"I haven't done anything new to this werewolf mask that I know of," I said, smelling this babe's clean-shaven pussy and it was making me sleepy. It isn't like I don't fuck a shaven pussy now and then if I think I can get the girl to grow a bush afterwards in exchange for me fucking her. It's just that tonight wasn't the night. The mask I had on was one of my best, with the most fur, but I hadn't done anything new to it lately and I knew this babe was just trying to get me to fuck her after she got off work, trying to be the one who "converts" me into fucking bald snatch but it ain't gonna happen. It's funny because I have this rumor going around that I've never fucked a shaven pussy in my life. I've fucked dozens of shaven pussies but I swear them all to secrecy so as to add to the mystery. I know better than to fuck any of the bald-twatted girls at Bajio's because Romeo would make them tell him one way or another, I'm sure of it.
"So, will it be nachos again for you tonight, senor Taco?"
"Nah, I'm actually gonna have the Mexican chicken breast so tell Romeo to quit pouting back there in the kitchen and serve me up some of that nice grilled spicey chicken you guys are known for, okay?"
The girl headed toward the kitchen as I watched her round, tight ass, not interested in it as my cock remained limp. There was another brunette waitress sitting at the bar on her break. She was fluttering her eyelids at me, trying to seduce me with a sexy grin as she lifted up her dress. She didn't have any panties on and I watched in mild amusement as she spread her pretty bald pussy before me, rubbing her clit and grimacing in pleasure before she blew me a kiss. She was a hot babe with a pretty little pussy but, like I said, tonight wasn't the night for bald snatch and I know better than to fuck any of these babes at Bajio's.
The blonde brought me my chicken breast later and I stared down at it, eyeing the glistening, smooth meat. I stared at it with a knife in my hand as it slowly began to resemble a vagina; the hairless vagina of the blonde; the smooth shaven pussy of the brunette. It all began to make me ill and my head became dizzy, swimming with the thought of hair as I howled frantically and began to slice off snippets of fur from my werewolf mask. I placed the fur fragments upon the chicken breast, lifted it up to my face with my hands and began to wipe the greasy, spicey fur-covered chicken breast up to my mask-covered face, wishing it was Yulito's hairy vagina at La Charreada; pretending it was the hairy pussy of the bug-eyed girl at Taco Bell. I began to howl louder and louder, beating the chicken breast against my nose and nearly breaking it as I heard one of the waitresses yell to Romeo, "Romeo! Please bring him some nachos before he be beats his own skull in! The chicken breast is too much for him! It is too smooth and hairless!"
