Marshall Gets Punk'd
Author's Note: I dedicate this one to Tine, Shorty and Taz....you challenged me.....so here you go...enjoy....
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It was a fucking frigid night in Detroit as Marshall and Proof drove home from 54. It had been a long night recording and Marshall was tired, cold and in desperate need to get the *fuck* home. Marshall looked in his rearview and noticed flashing red and blue lights flickering behind him. He sighed...what the fuck was this? He wasn’t speeding or anything.
“What the fuck?” Marshall grumbled looking over at Proof.
“Dunno” Proof answered shrugging.
Marshall muttered a curse as he pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the cop to come up to the window.....
The cop walked up and gestured for Marshall to roll down his window. Marshall was agitated as hell. He didn’t need this shit....
“Is there something I can do for you officer?” he asked the agitation evident in the clippy tone of his voice.
“Sir” the officer said returning Marshall’s clippy tone with one of his own “do you realize how fast you were going?”
“Excuse Me?” Marshall asked getting more pissed off every second.
“You were going in excess of 80 MPH.” the officer bit out.
“The fuck I was” Marshall spit “you better go back and check that fucking radar again because there is no fucking way I was going over 80 MPH.”
“That’s it Sir” the red faced officer said “I will not be talked to in that manner, I am an officer of the LAW.” he yelled “Now, get out of the car.”
“What the fuck is this all about” Marshall asked trying to reign in his famous temper “I wasn’t fucking speeding so what the fuck is your problem.”
“Just get out of the car Sir” the officer insisted.
Marshall gave another agitated sigh before opening the door and steeping down onto the concrete. “You better start explaining” Marshall said eyeing the officer.
“No Sir I believe it is you that needs to start explaining” the officer said with menace “We just got a report that you were seen purchasing drugs at a local night club.” the officer stated with emphasis.
“What the fuck?” Marshall asked looking at him like he’d grown another head “are you fucking crazy? This is bullshit.”
“I beg to differ” the officer stated grabbing Marshall and pushing him towards his patrol car.
“Get your fucking hands off me” Marshall yelled jerking his arm back.
“What’s up?” Proof asked the cop walking over to stand next to a fuming Marshall “why’d you pull us over. We ain’t done nothin wrong.”
“We got a report that you two just purchased some drugs” the cop stated firmly to Proof “now get over here and stand next to your friend. I have to search the vehicle and I suggest you get him to calm down before I have too cuff you both.”
“The fuck you will search through my shit” Marshall yelled charging for the cop.
“Look Dawg” Proof said grabbing Marshall’s arm to stop him from doing something stupid “just let him do it and then we can get outta here dawg. We ain’t got nothin to hide.”
Marshall practically growled but he stood there and let the fucking cop go digging through his car.
The cop was poking around and suddenly started acting all crazy screaming into the radio and shit. He turned and headed toward them holding up a bag of a suspicious looking white powder and pulling out his cuffs.
*KIM* Marshall thought wildly...she must have put some shit in his car or something he thought to himself...he was gonna kill her when he got outta this mess.
“What is this?” the officer asked waving the bag in front of Marshall’s face.
“I have no fucking clue” Marshall bit out.
“Turn around” the cop said to both of them “I am placing you two under arrest for the possession of a suspicious substance believed to be cocaine.”
The cop walked up and shoved him toward the car “That shit ain’t mine” Marshall said getting angry “and I already warned you about touching me” he yelled turning around and getting in the cops face.
Just as he was about to lose it a bright ass floodlight was shined on them from a car that was pulling up along side of them. Ashton Kutcher jumped out and jogged toward them.
“Is there a problem here officer?” he asked innocently.
“You cock sucking motherfucker” Marshall yelled “what the fuck?”
“Gotcha” Ashton smile “You’ve just been Punk’d.”
Marshall turned toward Proof glaring “You?” he asked.
“Naw dawg. I swear it wasn’t me” Proof said snickering a bit at the pissed off expression plastered on Marshall’s face. Whoever it was that helped set this up was going to face Marshall’s wrath. He thanked God it wasn’t him.
“Who? How?” Marshall asked looking over at Ashton.
“I’m sorry” Ashton smiled “our accomplice on this one must remain nameless.”
“Well” Marshall said with dead calm “I don’t know who helped you but I promise I’ll get you back...” with that said Marshall turned and stormed back to the car. Proof trailing behind him..
Ashton turned toward the camera and smiled “Tonight’s Punk’d recipient doesn’t seem too happy but who cares...I Punk’d Eminem” he said with a wink. “I told y’all I could get ANYBODY!!”
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4 WEEKS LATER....
She released Marshall’s dick from her sexy little mouth and moaned as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up attacking her mouth.
“You want some of this” Marshall asked pushing his rock hard dick against her pelvic bone.”
“MMMMM yeah” she moaned wiggling her hot body against his.
“Lay down” he ordered and she did as he commanded. “Now spread those lips for me...yeah that’s it baby...Nice, very nice.”
He removed his clothes and crawled up her naked form. Stopping at her sopping entrance to trace his fingers along her exposed flesh. He moved lower and inserted two fingers.
“You like that?” he asked wickedly pinching her clit while his fingers fucked her hard. She arched up off the bed with a sexy little whimper. “DO YOU LIKE THAT?” he demanded again twisting her clit harder.
“Oh GOD yes” she yelled out.
“Who makes you cum till your screaming baby” he asked bending his head to flick his tongue across her battered clit while his fingers continued to twist and tug.
“You” she panted “only you.”
“Say my name.” he demanded shoving his tongue completely inside her.
“Marshall” she screamed as she came with force and flooded his mouth.
He smiled wickedly and climbed up her body settling himself between her legs. He looked down at her as he thrust into her and she groaned. He pounded and pumped with all his might. He felt her walls begin to tighten around him...
“PUNK this BITCH” he yelled and thrust one more time as Demi Moore exploded *again* convulsing wildly around his dick....
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Marshall sat in his living room watching the final episode of Punk'd.....
Ashton gave some bullshit reasons why he was giving up his punking days...but Marshall knew the real reason...he reached down and grabbed his already erect dick as memories of Demi riding his dick fluttered through his mind...
THE ENDEmail Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.