Message-ID: <3134eli$9708181819@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mithryl@walrus.com (Mithryl) Subject: CODY: THE STAND-IN, Chps.12-13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.moderated,rec.arts.prose,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5tad5v$6o4$1@alice.walrus.com> THE STAND-IN By Cody Ann Michaels c. All rights reserved. Chapter 12 Vinnie handed me a piece of paper. "Go to this address. It's a hotel. There's a guy who wants to beat you up." "Oh please, Vinnie, no. That last guy hurt me so bad." "You want I should do it first?" "n no." "Then shut your mouth. And take these." He threw a set of brass knuckles across the desk. "The guy is paying extra to do a real number. He wants lots of blood. And screams. Try to keep your teeth in your head." "Oh my God." I was peeing my pants. "What else?" Vinnie was rummaging around in one of the desk drawers. "Here. Put on this dress." He handed it to me. What can I say about it? Besides that it was red. All six inches of it. "You want me to wear this?" "Whats a matter? You got a hearing problem? That's what I said, isn't it. Go ahead. Put it on." "You mean here?" "Look. Don't give me any aggravation. I got enough problems. Since when did you come all over modest? You're a whore, remember? Put it on. I want to see what it looks like. I mean, we have a reputation to uphold. I don't send just nobody out. Yo u have to look good. You know what I mean." I took off the black leotard and skirt I was wearing and put on the dress. Vinnie watched me. It covered nothing. At least nothing that was illegal. "What about panties?" Vinnie looked at me. "What about them?" "Vinnie, I can't walk down the street looking like this." "Why not? You do all the time. The guy said no panties. And you was to take the subway. He didn't want to pay for a car. Besides, shame is part of the game, isn't it?" "I guess so." "Everything else. Collar. Leash. Gloves. Stockings. High heeled boots. He wants boots. For some reason, that turns him on. Beating up chicks in boots. Wear your thigh highs. Okay. Get going. If you're late, you get docked." "This is uptown." "So?" "You want me to ride the subway like this?" "Babe," he said, "you're really starting to grind me." He got up and came round the desk. "noooooo, Vinnieeeee I... agagagagaaaaaaggggg ow ow OWWWWW" * When I got to the place, the guy said, "What happened to you?" "My boss beat me up for giving him a hard time." The guy looked at me. "The whole side of your face is swollen." I wondered if he was going to be mad. He smiled. "Cool. I like it. That dress makes you look like a pig." "Thanks." "Did he explain the scenario?" "The what?" "What I wanted you to do? Didn't he tell you?" "He just said you wanted to hit me." "Shit!" He slammed his fist on a table. "Fucking asshole. Can't anyone get one thing right?" He was real mad. Fucking Vinnie. He didn't tell me. The guy was really pissed. He said I was supposed to be his fifteen year old daughter who he was fuck ing, and teaching to be a whore. Got that? "yes." "And then I find out you're holding out on me. Got it?" uh huh. "And what happens to little girls who hold out on their fathers? What?" They get their ass whipped. He slapped my face. Backhanded me. "ow." "Yeah, you little pig. How much did I tell you to bring home?" "a hundred wHAM a thousand" I was shooting in the dark. "That's more like it. And how much did you bring me?" "I don't know wwaaaagggggh nine hundred?" "You brought me eleven hundred." So what was the big deal? He knew I had collected fifteen hundred from that john. For big time stuff. The guy had called and complained. Because he had to brief me himself. Vinnie hadn't done it. So he only gave me eight hundred. I said I had to ha ve ten. He threw me out. I begged. I told him what Vinnie would do to me if I came up short. He picked me up and threw me against the wall. I bounced off. Then I got slammed against the edge of the desk. Then he used the knuckles. The guy said the client had given me fifteen hundred dollars. He made me work it off, fucking and hurting me. Then I had to beg him to hurt me. To punch me in the tits. I had to think up things for him to do. I mean, come on. This wasn't part of th e act. He didn't know what he wanted. Guys like that can really hurt you. Cause you never know what to expect. They just keep feeling around until they get something. And if they don't get it, they blame you. This guy said I was frigid. Not to me. To Vinnie on the phone. When I got back, Vinnie wanted to know what happened. I told him. Where's the money? I gave him what the guy gave me. He looked at it. Counted it. I knew I was in real trouble. I was pissing myself, I was so scared. Vinni e spread the hundred dollar bills out on the desk. There were two fifties. Then he looked up at me. He looks like Kojak. In dark glasses. "Vinnie," I said, "I can explain. That was all he gave me. Vinnieeee.. nooooo" This time Vinnie didn't fool around. I thought he was reaching for my backbone from inside. He said, "I don't get no pleasure out of this, kid. You know that, don't you." "yes. omph." Slap. WHam. "It's just something I have to do. To make you see what you're doing." Wham. "Where we stand. Understand?" "usss" "Now, where's the money?" "He didn't give it to me." WHAM "You little pig. What's the first thing I taught you. Collect up front. That way, if they don't like the service, you've still got the money. Go and get it." "What?" "The money. Go back and get it." "Vinnie, he might not be there." "For your sake, I hope he is." The guy said he would like another shot at me. I said I was only there for the money. He said I would have to work for it. This time he paid me. But when Vinnie heard what happened, he said he owed me for the second session. I said I didn't care. L et it ride. But Vinnie said it wasn't up to me. "I own you. You do what I say. If someone uses you for a toilet, he pays me. Get it?" "y yes vinnie." "So go and get it." I felt I was working myself deeper and deeper into a hole. Each time I went back to the guy, he paid me for the session before. But he still owed on the one he had just had. And each time I took the money back to Vinnie, he beat me up. I had just hau led myself out of a stretch limo one day when I was met by his fist. He knocked me down. Right there on the street. Then he kicked my ass inside and down into the basement where he has his office. He grabbed me by the neck and slammed my face against the cinderblock wall. He ran my face along the wall. Then he dropped me. I fell on the floor. "w wha was tha for ugh" He kicked me in the gut. Vinnie walked over and sat on his desk. He told the limo driver to wait. I was going out again. He toss ed me a piece of paper. "Go to this address. It's a hotel. There's a guy who wants to beat you up." "oh god, no Vinnie. I hurt so bad." "You want me to do it first?" "No! no. I'll go." "And take these." He tossed me something. "Brass knucks. He wants to make you bleed." Oh yeah. reacheed in the desk put this on he handed me a red dress. It was small. Very small. In fact, it was little more than a cinch that held her breathing in check she was retardee d that way half a brain the other one's on the Crab Nebula i peeled off the miniskirt and stood there in front of the mirror posing. She could see herself in the mirror. Look ther. she looked he touched her it's all done like that Smalhausen's Beer is as good as the next he licensed the name that's where the money is getting someone to use your name and pay you to use oit O.J/'s. Good on your feet. Good in your ear The glasses most men are talking about 20m 202 hindsight fix your stockings now stand up look that way clip got put point Point to the Far Side of the court kerrpping score is a dangerous game. You have to keep moving, going on. point further out on Maris if need be Cop a feel she remembered but when in the prison camp on Rutgerts Island Now doi you see? I have to move Moving out taking it on the lam going further out What did she mean, she was reading someone else's book. I sent her these things on a daily basis. Why are you reading that book>? Stop it. He put down the book and turned to his mother. If you ever do that again, I will... But what would he do? Kill her? That was too immediate. He haed to think of a better reason. Self defense? Wouldn't hold up in court. Terrorist. Maybe. She was 92. And drove like one. It's a wonder we all weren't killled the school bus accident had taken 20 lives She just got out of their in time. Anoither moment and the whole intersect would go up Another thing she said, where do you get off calling this Ireland? This is the b. d. flick. Bam bam bam they were doing it in the third row. Tia you're Cody. Listen up. You've been up all night and you've had a hard day. So what is it? A Hard Day's Life. Party til you drop. Is this doing something? Am I doing it right? He hit her again. She went up against the hi boy and the dishes fell. Oh, his mother's tea set. He'd kill her for that. Like most men who live in motels, he had all his mother's belongings with him. She was destroying them. With her perfect body. A teenager's golden healthy body ruined because of drugs. And a severe beating she got from her f ather for going out with boys. I was giving it away. He screamed at me. I thought he'd kill me. After that, they put me in a home. That was torture. Worse than Vinnie. I wanted to get out of there. They made me clean the floor. And when I didn't do it right, they beat me. It was a childhood dream. Clear enough. A dream of being hurt. And no one listening. No one caring. They took my father away in handcuffs. Boy was he mad. I waited but he didn't come home. After awhile, I realized he wa sn't gonna. I could breathe. But it hurt. I still held it in. I couldn't let go. I was a complete slave. To the drug, I was nothing. It took everything and gave nothing back. But the weed was a cool smoke and I craved it. I had it in every muscle of my body. No. Right down to the cells. Everything hurt. Everything screamed in chorus. I was nothing. But pain. Nada. Ziltch. It took a lot of courage to get up again. But I had to. Holding on to the furniture. The file cabinet. Climbing i t drawer by drawer. Until I got to the top. He said I was real top drawer, and he beat me against it. Turning me so I was facing him. I didn't have no legs no more. They wouldn't hold me. He held me up just by the blows of his fist. In the belly an d under the rib cage. I didn't have any vital organs left. None that was working. He had made foie gras of my liver. I put my arms out straight. Wrapping them around each other. In black gloves. He liked the look. Lift the hem a little more. Godo d. I want her really exposed. See how her cunt is wetting. She's a hot one. She'll give you a good ride. I promise. Trust me. Money back if you aren't satisfied. It goes on Cody's debt. This said I had to pay this guy 200 dollars for what? "I asked him to wear a condom. Is that too much to ask?" Vinnie looked at me as if I had lost my mind. "You asked... Let me get this straight. No. You asked a client to wear a ... what?" "cond om." Vinnie looked at me, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Then he got up. "Vinnie. Wait. I can explain...."""aggggrafdfdgdgdfgfdgdfgadgfdsagas I was crying I just wanted to be protected. Vinnie was in the other room smashing furnituere.. He gets so mad. He broke the lamp. My favorite lamp. He broke it. Is that abuse? I wonder. He came to the door. "Don't just sit there. Get me something to eat." "Wha da you want?" "I don't know . A burger. Fix something." It was better than getting beat up. I made something nice and gave it to him. His favorite salad. What is this? I said I wanted meat loaf. He threw it on the floor and walked out. I cleaned it up. When I realized he w asn't coming back, I wondered, how'm I going to pay the rent? So I took in boarders. People who stayed awhile and then moved on. A rooming house. A respectable place. I don't take no strangers. They could be cops. How long did they stay? An hour o r two. Some stayed longer. Some were done in ten minutes. She slipped her in the back way. Where instead of were. I caught you, Dody. Now you must pay. He always called her Dody. Don't care what they call you, as long as you collect up front. You know what I mean? She nodded. slave crawled into the room. slave wanted to crawl up inside Mistress Cody, like a big cock. But not with his cock. His head. He wanted to be a dick. Not use the one he had. He was giving her a nose job. While she j acked him off. Someone wanted a piece of the action. And she refused. I work alone. Big mistake. Lone women can get hurt. You ought to have some protection, babe. Protection from what?> Men beat me up. What else can happen? He showed me. When he got finished, I was spitting blood. He left and the next one came. I said I was already paying Vinnie. He said he didn't care what I gave Vinnie. He wanted his. And now. I said I didn't have it. But you don't know how much pain you can tak e befoire \a situation changes. The next one wanted even more. But the next one wanted my soul. I gave it to him. After that, I didn't hurt anymore. She looks like a Las Vegas showgirl. The next morning. Still in drag. As she drags herself up the apartment house steps. Lady Margaret is waiting at the door. Oh please. Let me alone. I'll get it. I promise. I will. A whore's promise is as good as gold. Because now you can work them. Fuck her body. Her perfect body. You want some. I'll knick you off a piece. Together, the two have the same luminesense as one. But when they are split, they lose some of their radiance, and the universe bec omes perceptively darker. Because eventually the entire universe will divide, drawn into the split. Becoming two. The universe will divide at half past three on a Sunday afternoon between\ here and Betegeuse. Then the net will sing and become one. T here's a domino effect, you see. Once you start the process, you can't stop it. Photons tend to follow photons. Thus the character of the spiral will be in direct proportion to the catheter. And inverse to the thermometer. It's getting hot in here. Do you think we ought to open a window? That night they had the fire and her private papers were burned. Only what she had uploaded to the net survived. Some of it could be recaptured, but not the original line formations. Several versions existed. She hadn't thought of that. Did she have to read through the entire texts to correct them? Are you nuts? There's several thousand pages here. Yeah. I read them. He's a loser. I've seen his dossiere a thousand times before . Guys like him. Too afraid to touch. Try it. You'll like it. So what if you end in jail? You're in one already. So they nail you for child abuse. So what? You will have had it. That's all that counts. Go on. Touch her. See what happens. Grab her tits. She's standing there. Dying for it. What do you want her to do? Beg? That's just what he wanted. For her to tell him what to do. How to torture her. Strip her. Make love. And then he had the nerve to complain. That I was cold. That I turned him off? That I was unimaginative! Give me a break! I've had it up to here with men. No sensitivity. None. What so ever. I was sitting on the toilet puking and all he could talkk about was his orgasm. I'm sorry. I tried. I farted. A big juicy one. What did you say?> Nothng. I farted. Bitch! That got me a slap in the face. I wasn't supposed to fart in front of him. I said I was sorry. I couldn't help it. Whap. Whap. No excuses. I felt like I was being absorbed by the toilet. I was just part of the porcelain. Something that didn't work. He said get out. He had to shit . I said I wasn't finished. He grabbed me off the pot, pushed me down on my knees and shoved my face in it. In my own shit. Then he threw me out the door. Junkie whore. I lay there on the floor until he came out and kicked me. "Make me something to eat." I fixed his favorite sandwich. "What is this?" Salami. He shoved it in my face. Salami. I said I waned pastrami. Wham. Punch. Wham. So this is my sophisticated night life. On the Salley show they made me stand with a sign that said I am a $2 wh ore who gives blowjobs. Don't be a dummy like me." It also said I was twelve. Oh, yeah, I had to give out free condums. People threw them at me. They said I needed them more than they did. They were so mean. How old were you? Eleven. Even in Japan that's illegal. One must respect the customs of those who are unable to speak. For instance, Cody is left handed. So when she went to eat, she disrepected the customs of this household. They looked at her as if anyone could be expected to eat from the communal pot after she had stuck her hand in it. They said they weren't hungry. They had eaten. Already. On the way. No appetite. Cody went on eating. It was delicous. They shuddered. And looked away. How obscene. The teenage queen had it all to herself in her left handed universe. One follows the other across time. While the other obviates space. Remember, we are now traveling faster than light in reference to the photons and the space between. One is obverse. The other is on. Now try the spickets. No luck. Don't forget to turn them off. Otherwise, you'll have a flood. It operates sort of as a backhoe on the outer fabric. It's ready to blow. Aneurism in the Ozonasphere. [Pronouced "oz o na sfear"] No. It's pronounced O-zona zfur. If photons are continuously being split then that means something is operating at a distance all the time . In different parts of the earth. Get it? It's continuous. You're fishing. Damn right I am. I'm going to break this case4 if it kills me. Drucker. Come in Drucker 4. The big rigs and the men who work them. Pumping it out. Sometimes you get a dry whole. Meaning somewhere someone is doing the same thing you're doing. More or less. Give or take. Adjacent photons. Back to back. Like a mirror. Only with the same hand. Splitting light can be a dangerous game. He should have known. Now nothing could stop it. Cody was crawling to him. THE STAND-IN By Cody Ann Michaels c. All rights reserved Chapter 13 R. reached around and got hold of Cody's big tits and pulled them back under the teenager's armpits. oooo nice. He liked tits. He liked to maul them. He liked to hurt them. And make the girl cry. But he hadn't hurt her yet. She knew he was going t o. And she was scared. But so far, he was just playing with them. Squeezing them. Stretching them out. Making the nipples hard. Making her get horny. She knew better than to try and stop him. She knew that would get her hurt real bad. Fast. So s he just stood there while he fondled her. From time to time he would feel down below, to see how wet she was. She was breathing hard, and her face was red. As red as her hair. It was damp with sweat and clung to her face. He liked how uncomfortable s he was looking. If the succulent beauty queen looked as uncomfortable as she was, she must have been real bad. Tears had started to come already. Because she knew how helpless she was. R. was having a good time, but so far, he hadn't burnt her, or stu ck anything in her breasts. He could have, and she would have to let him, but so far, he hadn't. He forced her to bend over the arm of a chair so he could fuck her doggie style. This at the same time allowed him to go on playing with her big boobs while he fucked her. She thought he'd tear them off when he came. He shot up inside her again and ag ain, and each time, he squeezed each big mammary as hard as he could. Cody screamed in pain, both from the fucking from his big rod, and her tits being crushed to jelly. When he was finished, he pulled out. Putting his hand on her arm, he turned her ar ound. And slugged her in the gut. Hard. It knocked the wind out of the broken dispirited fucktoy. He beat her savage. In the face and tits. Driving his knee hard up into her cunt. Knocking her over the chair. The youngster was a bloody mess before he was done. Then he fucked her again. So hard this time she bled. He put her over on her belly and again pulled her tits under her arms. Hard. Like he was trying to get them to touch behind her back. Cody screamed. He took some cord and tied each of the nipples tight So tight they bulged out in a separate tit on top of the big one. And he tied them together. As close as they would come. So her big jugs were tied under her arms. Then he made her stay that way while she fixed him something to eat. Cody couldn't bear the pain. It was too bad. She tried to get loose. Boy, did that earn her a beating. He stood her against the refrigerator and beat her so bad she couldn't stand. She ended up on her knees. And he kicked her in the mouth. No w, he said, get on your back. She lay there. Spread your legs. She opened them wide. He put his foot on her cunt. Pressing down. It hurt already. The weight crushed the rings inside together and pinched the flesh. He liked the way she looked with her big jugs pulled outsideways. There was still plenty of meat there. The nipples were just under her armpits. So everytime she moved her arms, she brushed them. She was going crazy with pain and sex. He sat down on an armchair and watched as she w ent on humping herself. She didn't care anymore. She was sick with sex. She proved again and again what an animal she was. Later, she had to go out, and she went knowing what she had done. Knowing, no matter how beautiful she was, how depraved and ugly she was inside. She still had her breasts pulled back. Under her fishnet leotard. You could see how they were. She kept her arms down to her side, squeezing the bulbs of the tits. Keeping herself in this condition that she knew was depraved. That she knew made her such a total slut. So that everyone could see. Even at the party. For the French ambassador. And everyo ne said, that's Cody Wainwright, the international slut. You want a piece of her? And everyone did. Everyone who came up to her and started feeling around. Seeing what she would do. How far she would go. Seeing how totally degenerate she was. Under that false exterior, that cool, sophisticated look. Modern career girl. Slap. Super model. Wham. Teenage video porn star. They could have her right there. Any time. Crawl for you. All you have to do is ask. That night, when I finally was allowed to unwrap the twine from around my nipples, I could hardly keep from shrieking. The pain was worse than when they was tied. I couldn't touch them. And I couldn't move. Because every time I did, my breasts did, a nd it hurt. I lay there on the bed, trying not to breathe. To stay perfectly still. Suddenly I started to cough. I screamed. It was terrible. I rolled over on my belly, pressing my tits into the mattress, trying to press out the pain. It didn't wor k. But it made me so horny I couldn't stand it. I just started to fuck myself with my hands. Ripping up inside. Getting myself off. I couldn't believe how hard I came. Again and again. I lost count. I didn't care anymore. I just gave up. I rolle d off the bed and shoved my tits against the rug on the floor. It had a rough shag. I jammed my tits flat. Then I rubbed them. Hard. Harder. Now I was just jacking myself off. I was gushing. I must have lost a gallon of cunt juice. I rubbed my tit s and my cunt into the rough carpet. I knew I couldn't help myself. I crawled over to the dresser and got my purse. My cigarette lighter. I turned it on, turning the little wheel to make it shoot out. I held it under my right tit, smelling it burn. Then I put it under my left nipple. It was swelled up and purple from being tied, and bleeding from being rubbed. I sizzled it. By this time, I was beyond pain. I moved the lighter down and set fire to my cunt hair. It sizzled, because it was wet wit h cunt juice, but eventually, it burned. I felt it, but I didn't care. I started to try to burn myself inside, but the lighter kept going out. Finally, I kept it far enough away so it would burn and not be dowsed. I could feel the fire working up insi de me. I knew I was evil. Beyond evil. By this time I knew that. But I didn't care. I wanted to make myself even more evil. An unclean thing. I burned my tummy and belly button. Cody, you filth, I want you to die, I said to myself. I kept saying Cody filth. Pig. Slut. Cody filth pig slut Finally, I couldn't get it lit. It was out. I was burned all over. On the back side. The tits. Not the face. I hadn't burned my face. I took a knife. And looked at myself in the mirror. And then I began to cut. When I woke up the next day, I opened my eyes and screamed. Kelly found me. She called the hospital. * Maybe I should write short chapters. It's easier. A horn player plays in the night. Outside my window. On the other side of the courtyard. When I got out of the hospital, Kelly was gone. I think she knew what to expect. She just took off. Her things are here. But she's gone. I spent six weeks in the hospital. Getting off the habit. Putting myself back together again. The horn plays above the sound of the fans. On the back of the restaurant. Big industrial air conditioners that roar in the night. Keeping people awake. The horn sort of covers it. Some guy practicing most likely. Wailing. Mournful. And then a series of short notes. Staccato. He's got her. Cody knows she will never look the same again. Mirrors can be cruel. Especially when you've been in a knife fight. And don't know much about defending yourself. The face takes some getting used to. She used to look like Kelly. Now she doesn't. Much. Anymore. Unless, Kel's got a long slash down along her left cheek. Under her hair. But you can't hide the eyes. She looks into hers . The eyes are the way back to reality. She tries to remember. The walker tips over. She falls. I feel so unglamorous, she thinks. So clumpsy. She gets up. Where's the bottle. She drinks a lot. She's always drunk now. Getting out of detox is a heavy trip. The horn blows at midnight. Who are you? Jack Benny. You're Jack Benny? That's what I said. Do you want to channel me? She thought she was dreaming. Jack Benny. In person. Actually, she was having d.t.s. What did she know of him? During the war he had made a movie about Hitler which had earned an underground cult following among the literatti. Other than that, I didn't know anything about him. She has sat down on the side of the bed. Her hair is pulled back in a bun. She looks like Lucille Ball. No. Come on. The horn hits a high note. She falls. Trying to get in the bathroom. And shits herself. Her anus doesn't work right anymore. Be cause of what she put into it. Now Cody is trying to think what she did. She can't think straight anymore. She crawls through her shit into the bedroom, and gets on the bed. Clean it up tomorrow. The man gets through the window and sits on the bed, next to the sleeping girl. Raising his horn to his lips, he starts to play. Monk? Dizzy? 'zat you? In between bars of music, there is silence. He plays the silence like it was the main music. Th e notes are just incidental. She's got it there. She knows she can use it. Or she can blow it. For once in her life, a choice is entirely up to her. It's her decision. There's silence. Waiting. When will he play again? Will he play? Maybe he sto pped. Maybe he went to the bathroom. Maybe there's not going to be anymore. She hears the fans. The fans are loud. She had forgotten all about them. Now they obtrude once more on her consciousness. Coming towards her. Enveloping her. He holds her in his arms. Over the main fan. The one blowing upward. The large blades. He has removed the grating. Cody struggles. If he drops her, she'll be killed. She clings to him. No. Please. She touches the bulge in her belly. Don't kill my baby. He rides her hump. Her great amorphous belly pressed up into him. he's got her and she's a disease. She can be treated loikke any other deiseasdde you tricked me shutp what did you say? I said you tricked me/ I diddn't want to come down here like this ooo i't s hugly the night's meat checking in bulge hang bounce glide they did it all with her breasts. She's a cripple now and has to take it Cody's hands were tied. not literally she could have saved him bvut she changed her mind and didn't now she would pay anti virus the anti cody was out there somewhere, tying up the lawmen and taking their guns that's what she did that's why we diced her you could hear Cody screaming in the kitchen go in the baclk and sit down they'll feed you she went in and they gave her some cheese and a tin of sausage and some balloons suck her nipple up into that. Now seal it. Her breasts bulged in the balloons but were constricted at the neck Big pink balloons filled with Cody's tits. The tips are good too. She sucked on one of them. Cody just stood there. Taking orders. She's a waitress. She supposed to take ourders. Take out Dee. Favorite. You know what they're running don't you? Of course. But don't tell anybody. Back there in the booth, the girl was offered a cup of tea as she sat there. Now stand up. Dee came over to her. Are you the new girl? I wondered what the agency would send out. hhhmmmm a bit padded in the hips. And you could cut some fat off there. Liposuction is a great adventure. Let me tell you, I recommend it. The feeling after it is over. Sensational! Stand over there. My God, are they real? She couldn't imagine it. It was terrible. She waited. Now come in. She went in and shut the door she did now stand in front of the desk. You've been a bad girl, Amelda., All thouse shous/. The big shhoooooooooo Tonight we have Shalmo Minsk and The Flying Zebra brothers They flew like zebras what do you expect. Z Bra. Get it? She's a 60-Z. God. She's skinny as a scarecrow. And those tits. Can you believe it. Ever inch of them is real. Total grope. Going through the airline terminal. Now you know why they are c alled terminals. Becauise you terminate your brain at the door. Type, bitch. Set it all down. Do you know the control you have to have as a court stenographer? Well it's that cubed. Total lobotomy. Do you mind? We're just checking for bombs, Miss. No need to get iffy. You've been feeling me up for an hour now. And we'll do it until we get damn sick and tired of you. Pig. She knelt at his feet. How'd I get here? Pick it up. Shoot yourself in the brain again. He had a clear view of the back of his head. From inside. Brain damage. She's got a lot of typing to do. She typed. With fingers made of flesh. From her brother's grave. Sjhe roi[[ed piut her gut Fucking the knnife as the horn player kept silent. Then she remembered the fans. n ooo the horny little coed came back for more. and moree and more until she couldn't bleed anymore. And then she died. Not quite. You don't get off that easy. I own yoour soul. Don't you forget it. She raised the gun again. Keep shooting until there isn't any stem like the whole infrastructure is crumbling in on it's own self. We are about to go Nova. You learn it at 10 a.m each day. If you're on it, you die. Sometime. Somewhere. That day. Today it is 10 a.m. She pulled the trigger again. This time placing the gun under her chin for best respect. The girl went down hard, twisting the knife. That was an interferance. Pull back. wha stop she just barely avoided hitting anybody. you haven't ridden with her, have you? In the last two years. It's a blody shame. As long as she can make it back and forth to the diner is all you care about, isn't it? You got to go down again, Cody. o no please let me alone i'm too tired. I've had it. Don't leve me like this. What'd you do. Thorw me off a building I hit bricks. I couldn't move. he picked up the gun i groped my way upward I didn't care if he hurt me again. I was going to stand up to him. Wham she took it on the chin lay down i got to lay down can't breathe I can keep you here like this all night. It's up to you. okay. I think she's ready there was just one single note ]like she was braindead Joe called himself trailer trash. she was braindead they sort of go together she got up -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /