"Come on Chickies, we like, need more wings!" the busty blonde said as she ran down the hens. Her braless DD tits bounced and shook as she ran, as well as her ass shaking in those ridiculously small orange shorts.
Colin was tense. If the bimbo spotted him, he'd be a gonner. He had forgotten the rest of the gun's ammo. He would need a weapon. He pulled an axe out of a stump and rushed the bimbo, striking her in the head with tremendous force. Her skull split open in a wave of crimson.
He gathered the hens and examined the bimbo, seeing the word "Hotties" in orage letters. He recalled seeing commercials for them on the news during football season. It was a place for guys to watch sports, eat wings, drink, and oogle at waistresses in skin-tight, slutty clothes. The place had been shut down for a week, and reopened the week after with new, reportedly over the top sexual activity according to the news the week before, including lesbian sex, straight up stripping with visible nipples and pussies, and even "special" treatments for patrons who soon after disappeared.
Colin decided that it might be a good idea to get out of here before he wound up in hot water... or hot oil.. or hot cum. He rouned up the hens and drove off.
"That was a close one..." Colin sighed as a loud popping from the tires of the mobile henhouse caught his attention. He had just drove it over a road block strip. Not far away was an abandoned squad car... farther off, was the glowing orange sign for Hotties, with on of the restaurants next to an auto shop and a Game store farther off from that.
"Better be careful" Colin said as he headed into...