John approached the counter.
"Hi, I'd like a doughnut and a small coffee please."
"Okay. What kind of doughnut will you be having today sir?", the pretty girl behind the counter looked at him waiting for an answer.
"Uhmm... What's that colorful one you have there?"
"Oh, that's today's special.", she switched to whispering and leaned in close to him, "They never really tell me what's in them, but I hear they're pretty good."
John smiled, "Ok, I'll have that, thanks."
The girl grabbed a pair of plastic gloves and placed the rainbow doughnut in a small plate.
"Here's your doughnut, I'll bring the coffee to your table in a second."
"Thanks...", John looked at the name tag on her shirt, "...Rita"
Rita smiled, "No problem!"
John sat down at a small table in the corner of the coffee shop. The morning sunlight entered through the large windows making the just-opened shop sparkle. He grabbed his picturesque snack and as he took a bite from it he felt the sugary particles of its surface melt in his mouth. An explosion of vivid tastes struck his tongue. Blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, strawberry... they swirled around in his mouth as he gasped for air at the surprise of such taste. Banana, kiwi, orange, each flavor unique, collaborating with the others to create a spectacular taste of heaven. John's penis became erect before he could take another bite. Semen burst from his dick and into his pants and he sat there stunned as he swallowed the first bite of the most glorious food he had ever tasted. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.
"Sir, here's your coffee", Rita put down the cup on his table.
"Oh", he crouched towards the table trying to hide the mess in his pants, "thanks Rita. That'd be all."
Rita walked back to the counter.
"Wow", he whispered and jammed the rest of the sweet pastry into his mouth.
He munched with fury, he swallowed as fast as his muscles allowed him, he ejaculated the rest of his reserves into his underwear, he hyperventilated and began to sweat a cold sweat. His mind became a flurry of emotions, flooded with excitatory chemicals his brain strained to produce.
He got up and walked to the counter ignoring the stain in the front of his pants.
"Sir, is everthing ok?", Rita looked at John with a worried face.
"Yes, yes, I want more doughnuts", he said out of breath.
"Ok... which kind?"
"The same kind, give them to me, just pack them all... I'll take them, all of them, all you got", the pupils in his eyes began to dilate.
"Sir, that was the only doughnut like we had at the moment, I'll be happy to get you another..."
"No! I want the colorful ones! Where do you keep them?!"
"We don't have any more, sorry", Rita began to back away into the shops storage room.
"Fine!... Fine! Fine! Fine! Fine!"
John stormed out of the shop and found himself standing before a small disfigured man.
"Hey John", a shrill voice rang out from the tiny plump man.
John looked down confused, the streets were dark, the night was clear and a large full moon shone down on him.
"Wha...?"
"She's got the doughnuts!", the small man pointed across the street to a group of women trying to get a ride at the corner.
"Who... Who are you?", he said looking down at the small man dressed as a clown. A huge bumpy nose leaked snot and blood.
"She's got the doughnuts!"
John looked across the street, he could feel the cold semen on his pants brush against his legs. He ran to group of woman as the small man laughed uncontrollably and rolled on the ground behind him.
"Come on baby, take me home, you want some company don't you?", a fake blonde dressed in a mini skirt and a bra begged him playfully.
"You got the doughnuts?"
"I got whatever you want baby"
"Alright, let's go then", John spat with a breathy voice.
"Wait a second hon, you gotta pay up front. Fifty bucks dear."
"Ok, ok, whatever, here take it!", he threw his wallet on the ground, "come on now give me the doughnuts!"
"Come on sweetie, you know I don't have no doughnuts... Let's go someplace and have fun..."
"Shut up! You lied to me? Give me the fucking doughnuts!", John's body was soaked in sweat and he felt as if he was burning, he wanted nothing more than to take another bite of the blissful pastries.
"Fuck you whore! You said you had doughnuts!"
"Chill man! What the fuck are you talking about? What doughnuts? You fucking crazy..."
John kicked the woman hard between her legs and watched as she crumbled to ground screaming. He didn't care, she lied to him, she said she had the dough, the fucking bitch lied. He kicked her again the face and she dropped unconscious.
He realized her whore mates were screaming for help a few feet away.
"Shhh! Shh!", he hissed
He felt something in his back pocket and grabbed for it.
"A gun?", he didn't really care where it had come from. He aimed at the sluts.
BAM!