New Story....
Hey, I know posting these lately has been a lost cause, but what the hell, I'm an optimist. I just finished this one today. I think it turned out really well and hyper disturbing, but what do I know, I'm just the writer. I wanted to do a "women's/girl's answer to fight club," because I love Fight Club and I love how it made statements, notions and ideas about our culture's thoughts about masculinity and I wanted to make something that was like Fight Club, but have it do that same thing with femininity. There's more, but why don't I just let you figure out what "more" is for yourself. Here it is, "Sluts Club, or The Bastard of Omelas."

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Urusla K. LeGuin (Just in case you're curious to what exactly Omelas is)



Sluts’ Club
-Or-
The Bastard of Omelas

“Welcome to Sluts’ Club. Let’s go over the rules, shall we? Rule number one, don’t disobey me. Rule number two, DON’T FUCKING DISOBEY ME! Rule number three, there is a difference between a whore and a slut. A whore will do anything for money; a slut will do almost anything for money. Granted, the list of things a slut will not do is small, but it is significant. I suggest you memorize it quickly. The list is as follows: A slut will not go over to her client’s house or anywhere with a client alone. You do business in my house, bitches. A slut will not go with a client that will physically hurt her with his hands or any other weapon. If your client threatens, attempts or actually hurts you, let me know, otherwise I will assume you wanted that way. A slut will not go near any client does not have protection. You make sure that your client has protection on them. And finally, a slut will not fuck under while fucked up, so monitor your intake of intoxicating substances very carefully. Rule number four, if you say yes every time, you cannot get raped. Hence, you bitches will never be raped. Rule number five, if you say no like ‘no, no, no NO!’ it ain’t rape. Rule number six, the worlds of the fat and the ugly are reserved only for the whores of this world. So stay pretty and stay thin. Rule number seven, all of your money goes directly to me and I decide what to spend it on. Rule number eight, you are never too young to be a slut. You can get too old, and believe me bitches, I will let you know when that point has come for you, but you are never, never too young to be a slut. So start recruiting young. Rule number nine, I reserve the right to make up any other rules for each of you individually that also must be followed. And rule number ten, you violate any of these rules, you officially become a whore, which means that I cast you out onto the street and you deal with your money all by yourself. This may sound tempting, but the average life expectancy of a slut turned whore after leaving me is three months. I promise you, the streets will eat you little cunts alive. Any questions?”
Miranda looked around the room, each girl looked up at her with circular eyes; they all swished their heads from side to side.
“Fabulous!” Miranda said as she flipped her thick flaxen hair over her shoulder and sat down in a pink and yellow Victorian wooden chair. “Well, then let’s do introductions. We have a new inductee into Sluts’ Club today, ladies. Her name is Star, she’s fourteen years old…”
“I’m a trannie!” Star interjected while crossing her legs and sticking out her hand, displaying candy apple red press on nails.
“What the fuck did I say about that?”
Star immediately withdrew her hand and uncrossed her legs. She lowered her head.
“Don’t you try to hide from me. What the fuck did I tell you about telling people you’re a trannie?”
“That…I shouldn’t do it unless someone asks?”
“That’s right. Did you see anyone ask?”
Star covered her eyes and moved her knees closer to her stomach.
“DID YOU?”
Star smoothly shook her head.
“Jesus, you haven’t even been her for a day and you’re already fucking up, trannie! You think I wouldn’t be able to find another one of you? Shit, I could drive down to Belmont and Clark and find another one of you faster than you could whip out you toilet paper tities, shit! Whatever, I’m in a forgiving mood…just don’t let it happen again, trannie.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Star whispered as she lowered her hand.
“Okay,” Miranda continued as she flipped her hair again and batted her bluish eyes. “Well, why don’t you tell everyone why you wanted to join Sluts’ Club.”
“Um, well, no one wants me the way that I am. My mom kicked me out and I have no friends…I just want someone to want me.”
“Believe me, honey, people will want you. There’s a big market out there for your kind. Annie, why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“Oh, um, oh…okay. Well, I’m Annie and I’m thirteen and I’ve been in Sluts’ Club for about a year now.”
“And why did you decide to join Sluts’ Club?”
“Well, um, because um, when I was about eight, my, uh, my, uh brother started having sex with me. I…I’d say no, but he’d never listen to me…so I figured out that if…if I never say no, I can’t get raped.”
“So why join Sluts’ Club?”
“Be…because, I couldn’t stay at my house…I don’t want to sleep with my brother anymore ‘cause that’s nasty. But…but I’ll do it with other guys.”
“Wonderful, thank you Annie darling. Okay, Sarah, would you care to be next?”
“Sure,” Sarah said as she slipped her brown hair behind her ear. “I’m Sarah and I’m fifteen and I’ve been here for, like, five months. Well, I used to be really, really fat a few years ago, so I started throwing up after I eat and…well, I finally got skinny and decided to share my new body with other people.”
“So why be part of Sluts’ Club, Sarah?”
“Well, I wanted protection. I mean, I am only ninety pounds, let’s face it, if I were out on my own, I probably would’ve been killed by now.”
“Yeah, so true. By the way, you gained a pound since your last weigh in, so just make sure you’re on top of all that. Okay, so who do we have next, how about…Laura.”
“Okay, sure. Um, I’m Laura and um, I…I really like crystal meth and I’ll do just about anything for it.”
“So why’d you come here?”
“Well, I don’t want to deal and I can’t turn tricks by myself and…well, you get me the best stuff, Miranda.”
“I do, don’t I, my pet? Very good, okay so who’s next?”
“I am. I’m Chloe and I’m seventeen and, I just love to fuck.”
“Which is an excellent reason to join the club. By the way, hate to warn you, but you know you’ve got until your eighteenth birthday, right?
“Yeah,” Chloe sighed an looked down. “But…”
“But? But what?”
“Well, that’s in four months and…I don’t have anywhere to go.”
“Awww, really?” Miranda said as she walked to Chloe. “Guess what?” She opened her palm and brought it forcefully to Chloe’s cheek. Chloe’s upper body fell to the side and she held her plump cheek in her bony hand. “That ain’t my fucking problem. You’ve known for a while that eighteen was the unlucky fucking number, so that ain’t my problem.” Miranda brushed the small strings of yellow-gold hair off of her face and she walked back to her chair. “Okay, so we’ve got one more girl…Rachel, go for it.”
“Okay, well I’m Rachel and I’m sixteen and I’ve been here for about a month and a half.”
“So why are you here?”
“Well, I…um…I mean, I like dick a lot, but I also really like pussy. My parents told me that I was sick and my friends told me that I’m gay and I don’t really feel like either. I…uh…didn’t really know where else to go…I just want someone to tell me that I was okay, y’know?”
“Mmm…so sad. Don’t worry honey, everybody loves a slut that likes to dyke it up. So, we’ve got a big night ahead of us, ladies. As we all know, we have got some clients coming over tonight. But be warned that these are no ordinary clients. This is the police. I have worked with the police before and they are a very demanding bunch. If they don’t get exactly what they want, when they want and how they want it, they will have no problem taking you in and when that happens, it reflects poorly on me, and that means that I could possibly be taken in. Long story short, you fuck this up, you become a whore and I will not deal with you anymore. Annie, you will take Officer McCracken; he wanted someone frail and small to dominate, so do the whole S&M thing tonight. Star, you’ll be with Officer Keenan. He’s into the whole trannie thing, but don’t just outright tell him. He’s into the whole element of surprise thing, too, so let him figure it out for himself. Ok, so…Laura, you’ll be with Officer Brooks. He has requested for you to pretend to be passed out during your encounter. I’m sure you know what to do. Sarah, you’ll be with Officer Phillips, just do the stereotypical innocent school girl thing for him. And last, but not least, we’ve got Chloe and Rachel. You both will be going with Officer Willis. He really wanted the whole threesome thing. But don’t worry, you’re both getting paid in full. Any questions?”
Annie raised her hand with a bent elbow and hid her head.
“Yes?”
“Um…so….am I going to get hurt tonight?”
“Probably not too badly…I mean, nothing beyond a sore wrist. So, any more questions?”
With heads titled to the ground, all of them shook their heads.
“Okay, well you’ve only got a little over an hour, so come, get ready! Come on, move!”
All of them grabbed onto the armrests of their chairs and lifted themselves up rapidly. They got into a single file line and headed for the basement.
“That’s right! Move! And don’t come back upstairs until you’re fucking ready to go, bitches!”
The basement door gently shut. She could hear the girls run downstairs on the grating stairs.
Miranda ran up the winding stairs, her long blond hair bouncing after her. She went into her room and quickly threw off her clothes. She looked at herself in the full length mirror which stood next to her window and her makeup table. She twirled around and smiled. Her hair fell to her side. She turned to her right side, then to her left. Her left arm lay restlessly beside her square hip. He flipped her arm, palm up in fount of the mirror. The pale light yellow skin was speckled with pink and red lines. Some were straight across, others were straight up and down, and still others were diagonal, but they were all pink and red straight lines. Some of them were almost faded with white, fragile bumps on them. Others were a fresh purple-red color.
Miranda quickly grabbed her left arm with her right one. She looked up at the mirror from her arms to her eyes. She forgot to put her contacts in, so her eyes were more grey than blue. The corners of her eyes became pink. Her brow furrowed. She brought back her left arm and clenched her teeth.
There was a creaking outside of the door. Miranda turned her head quickly. Her hair fell, covering her breasts. She tucked her left arm behind her back and put her right arm in front of her, her right hand covering her crotch. She held her breath for five seconds. Then, she exhaled. It was nothing.
She looked back over to the full length mirror. She giggled and shrugged. She sat down at her makeup table. First thing was first: she put her blue contacts. She did all of her makeup, covering every flaw, extending every lash, plucked out every unnecessary eyebrow hair, exaggerating every feature. She got up to put on her clothes. She leaned closer to the mirror. Her eyes were bluer, but she could still see hints of grey. She tried turning off the lamp on the makeup table, but she could still see the grey through the blue. She went over to the window and drew the blinds. She still could see the grey mixed in with the blue. She started to huff. She bit her painted red lower lip. Her eyes and pupils dilated. She picked up her jar of perfume powder and threw it at the mirror. It did not break, but the pale pink powder dispersed all over the golden framed mirror. The powder made a veil on the mirror, so Miranda could only see the remnants of her face and body.
“Oops,” she whispered and put her hand over her mouth. She walked over to her closet. None of her clothes were on hangers; they were all in a pile on the bottom. She threw pairs on jeans and white tee shirts behind her. She picked out a navy blue miniskirt and put it on. She dug a little further and found a sky blue thong and matching push up bra. She slipped on the thong smoothly under her skirt and snapped on the bra. She dug further and found a dark blue long sleeve shirt. She went to the full length mirror. There was a brownish –red stain on the left sleeve.
“Oh fuck!” She whispered through tightened teeth as she ripped it off and chucked at the mirror. She stomped over her closet and dug, grabbing onto clothes with closed fists. She could feel her nails on her palms through the cloth. She finally found a dull blue v-neck sweater. She threw it on and ran out of her room. She shut the door quietly behind her. She looked at the door down the hall. She walked slowly towards it, holding her breath sternly in the pit of both lungs. She stopped at the door and expelled the air slowly.
Miranda slowly opened the loud, heavy wooden door. The room was dark and moldy, as usual.
“Daddy?” She asked quietly.
“Come in, baby.” The gruff voice answered back.
Miranda walked into the room and shut the door quietly behind her. A beam of light hit Daddy, who was sitting in a rocking chair and smoking a cigar by a lamp which exuded a very dull light.
“Daddy, the big police party is tonight.”
“I know. We’re looking to rake in some big dough tonight.”
“I know, Daddy. At least a thousand dollars.”
“You should be proud of yourself, baby.”
Miranda let out a soft giggle and looked down at her feet. “Well, I should go check on the girls.”
“You’ve got some time, baby.”
“I don’t have that much time, Daddy. I really should go and check on them and get the house ready.”
“Well, at least give your daddy a hug.”
Miranda silently gulped and stepped over to Daddy, putting one foot in front of the other. Both of her arms extended out. He put out his cigar and stood up from his chair and met her. His arms were at his side. She gently put her arms around his shoulders. His chubby, greasy lips pressed against her supple, pink cheek. His jagged, dry hands grabbed onto her pointy hips. She released his shoulders slowly. He dug his nails into her hips and spun her around. He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her thong.
“I really don’t have time, Daddy.”
“Make time.”
“Daddy, I…”
“C’mon, one time, one fucking time. One time before the party. One fucking time, you little bitch.” He twisted her left arm and pulled it back. He unzipped his pants and put himself inside of her. His fat stomach pressed against her back, his bulbous lips pressed against her neck. She could feel his stubble and smell the just smoked cigar on his breath. He gripped her left arm tightly.
The doorbell rang.
Daddy loosened his grip on Miranda’s arm.
“That must be the police,” Miranda said as she pulled away. She pulled down her skirt and pulled up her thong. She ran to the door. She turned around to Daddy, his pants still down, his dick still hard.
“I’ll…be back, Daddy. I promise.”
“I’m holding you to it,” Daddy said as he stroked his cock. Miranda cracked a disgusted smile with wide eyes. She slammed the door behind her and ran down the winding stairs. She flung open the basement door.
“Okay,” she shouted down the stairs. “Upstairs right now you little cunts! Up, up, up! Come on, let’s go!” She could hear them scatter and head up the stairs. They lined up again single file for Miranda to see them. Miranda went down the line. There was Annie all in black with bright red lipstick. There was Star with a micro mini skirt and fake eyelashes. There was Sarah with a belly shirt to show off her ribs with her hair in pigtails. There was Chloe and Rachel in matching red teddies. Then, there was Laura, in a grey tee shirt and jeans.
“Um, Laura?” Miranda
“Y…yes, boss?”
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“Oh..um…yeah,” Laura said while trying to conceal a giggle. “Well, these are my only pair of clean clothes.”
Miranda stepped up to Laura and looked at her pink eyes. “Are you fucking stoned?”
“N…no, ma’am.”
The doorbell rang again.
“Okay, well, I don’t have time to waste on this bullshit, but if I find out that you took anything, anything at all, you’re fucking on the street.” Miranda opened the door. “Hi,” she began with an unusually high pitched voice. “I am so sorry of the delay, officers. You know, girls. Everything has to be perfect. Please come in. Take off your shoes and hang up your coats.”
The officers spoke almost incoherently to one another. All of them had insipid grins on their faces, like a dog does when it wants its owner to take it for a walk. Miranda was ready to walk these men.
“Gentlemen, I would like you to meet my girls.” Miranda introduced the officers to each girl. The officers all looked at them while stroking their chins and letting their eyes travel up and down. The girls hid their eyes and bit their lower lips sheepishly.
“So,” Miranda began. “You have all read the list of rules. You know not to cut, punch, slap, or kick my girls and you know that you do business with me and me alone. My girls are not to leave this house and I must get payment up front. And, you are to wear protection with my girls. Are there any questions, gentlemen?”
“No, ma’am,” they said simultaneously.
“Wonderful. So, if you could please give me your payments now,” she opened her hands. The officers opened their hands got out their wallets. Each of them gave her the two one hundred dollar bills, except for Officer Willis; he gave her four for both Rachel and Chloe. “Fabulous. Well, let’s get started. I will call out an officer’s name and I will then introduce them to their girl, or girls as the case may be, for the night. Officer McCracken, you will be with my Annie.”
Officer McCracken stepped forcefully towards Annie. Annie took one small step backwards.
“Don’t be shy, Annie. Officer McCracken won’t bite,” Miranda laughed as she stroked Annie’s mousey brown hair.
“Oh, yes I will,” Officer McCracken jabbed.
Miranda and the officer shared a guttural laugh while Annie swallowed hard while she struggled to lift her heavy leg forward.
“You two can go up to the second room on your right. All the bondage stuff is in the chest at the foot of the bed.”
The officer grabbed Annie’s wrist and ran up the stairs.
“Those two are going to have one hell of a night. So next, we have Officer Keenan with Star.”
“Hi Star,” Keenan said as he extended his hand.
“Hi Officer Keenan. I’m…” Star looked over to Miranda. Her eyes were wide open and her head stiffly shook back and forth.
“I’m looking forward to our encounter.”
“Great, fabulous!” Miranda interjected. “Why don’t you to go up to the first room on your left. Okay, so who’s next? Officer Brooks. You will be with Miss Laura today. I do apologize for her horrendous appearance, but I do promise that she will obey your every command. So you two will be in the second room on your left. And, Officer Phillips, you are with my Sarah tonight. You two can use my room which is the first one on your right. Oh and Phillips, be gentle with my Sarah, she’s just a little girl.”
Officer Phillips’ smile spread across his entire face, pushing the flesh of his cheeks to his ears. He grabbed Sarah and ran while she staggered behind, almost falling on each step.
“And last, but certainly not least is you, Officer Willis. You get both Chloe and Rachel tonight. You two can take the basement. I will be up here if anyone needs me and I will be making random rounds just to make sure everyone of you fine gentlemen is getting exactly what he wants.”
“Uh, you two can head down ahead of me, I’ll be right there. I just have a couple things I want to talk to Miranda about.”
Chloe and Rachel drudged down the stairs and closed the door slowly behind them.
“Yes, Officer Willis, what can I help you with?”
“So, you run Chicago’s Sluts’ Club?”
“Northside Chapter, yes sir, I do.”
“And how old did you say you were?”
“A lady never says her age, Mr. Willis.”
“C’mon, you’re young, you’re hot,” his hand reached for her ass.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” Miranda said as she gently grabbed his hand.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty four.” She whispered.
“Wow…you’re young. So, how is it being a twenty-four year old pimp?”
“I am not a pimp! I am an entrepreneur.”
“Yeah right, everyone knows that Daddy started this whole thing up and just got you to do all the work. In fact, I hear that Daddy’s thinking about having…what’s her face, the one that runs northwest suburban…Amy, that’s it, run the Northside instead of you.”
Miranda’s lips stretched into a small, tight smile. “Mr. Willis. Do you have a question for me?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, spreading a thick smell of whiskey to Miranda’s face. “How do I get Daddy’s job.”
“Okay,” Miranda said, still smiling, but looking down at her feet. “You want to have a good time tonight, right?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Then may I make a suggestion?”
Willis nodded.
“Shut the fuck up and go downstairs.”
“Okay, sorry. Didn’t know it was that time of the month over here at the slut palace.” He reached out and grabbed her ass right before he went down into the basement.
Miranda’s lungs felt as if they were going to swell up and close. She tried to suck in as much air as she could, but no amount was enough. She was tapping her left foot rapidly. She forced her feet to take her into the kitchen. She pulled open the refrigerator door. She reached for the full fifth of vodka and twisted off the red cap violently. The neck of the bottle became engulfed into her red lips. The vodka stung the inside of her throat. She just held on to the bottle tighter. He gulped and chugged almost half of the bottle when she slammed in down on the counter and took alternating deep breaths through her nose and mouth. She started to cough. She tried to keep in quiet, but she could not help it; her coughs were dry and passionate. It felt as if her lungs were trying to leave her body, but just couldn’t.
Finally, the cough was quelled. She took the bottle over to the pink and yellow chair in the adjacent sitting room. She sipped the vodka very slowly, letting it slide on her tongue, past her teeth and down to her stomach.
She could hear the moans of the officers and her girls from both upstairs and downstairs. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, but somehow the moans got louder and when she shut her eyes. She pressed her hands to her ears tighter and began to hum, but the moans got louder. She squinted her eyes so firmly that her eyelids wrinkled from corner to corner.
She heard a girl scream upstairs. She released her ears and opened her eyes. She ran up the stairs, still holding her bottle of vodka, and hurled open the door. Star was naked and her eyes were glassed over with tears.
“Was that you?” Miranda shouted.
“Yes,” she said as she ran over to Miranda while Officer Keenan still lay on the bed. “But, Miss Miranda you don’t understand. He wants me to…um…”
“TO WHAT?”
“Take it in the ass,” Star whispered.
“AND?”
“Well,” Star said, still whispering. “I’ve never really done that before.”
“Wow, really? Gee, well, you should’ve FUCKING THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE JOINING SLUTS’ CLUB, YOU LITTLE TRANNIE CUNT! HOW DID YOU EXPECT HIM TO FUCK YOU, HUH?”
Star’s head fell fast and she began to weep. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you better get over there and do what that man wants, he’s paid good money for you and I’m not about to have my good name dragged through the fucking mud just because some trannie fucking piece of shit doesn’t want to take it in the ass.”
“But what if it hurts?” Star asked. “You said we wouldn’t get hurt.”
“He’s not planning on fucking you with a knife or anything like that. He’s just fucking you with his dick. A dick is not a weapon. A dick is what most men fuck with you fucking idiot. Now get back over there. I’m going to stay in here until I see his dick go inside of you.”
“Miss Miranda…” Star sighed while tears saturated her plump lips.
“I SAID GET BACK OVER THERE!”
Star sniffed up her remaining tears and walked over to Officer Keenan.
“That’s a good little bitch,” Miranda said. “Now, bend over.”
Star took a deep breath in and held it. She bent over the side of the bed and propped herself up by extending her arms; her elbows her almost flat. Her cheeks puffed out slightly. Her eyes were shut. Officer Keenan went inside of her. Star grabbed onto the blanket onto the bed, but did not make a sound.
“That’s good, yeah, just like that, don’t you fucking move or make a sound. If you do, I’ll be back here and you don’t fucking want me back here.” Miranda slammed the door behind her. She was huffing again. Her fist grabbed onto the vodka bottle stiffly and rigidly lifted the bottle up to her mouth. She took one big gulp, letting the vodka flow down her throat and surround her lips. She coughed lightly from her throat a few times. She looked to the door across from her; she stomped over and turned to doorknob with a clenched right fist.
Sarah was on her knees besides the bed; Officer Phillips was standing and had a tight grip on her pigtails. Miranda crouched down slowly beside both of them, her grey-blue eyes fixated on Sarah.
“Aw, come on, Sarah! You call that sucking dick?” Miranda shouted as she lifted herself up and put her head right next to Sarah’s. Miranda placed her hand on the back of Sarah’s head and stood right behind her. Miranda pushed and pulled. Officer Phillips threw his head back and let out a trembling sigh. Miranda pushed and pulled faster and faster. Sarah’s cheeks puffed out and she coughed gutturally.
“Yeah, keep sucking. Don’t stop. What are you afraid will happen? You’ll puke up the ice cube you had for breakfast? Keep sucking, you fat little cunt!” Miranda slowly let go of Sarah’s head. Sarah kept going and kept coughing. Hot tears stained her red cheeks. “That’s a good girl. Don’t slow down, don’t fucking slow down! Enjoy your night, Phillips.”
Miranda walked out of the room and went to the room the next room down where McCracken and Annie were. She pressed the bottle to her lips and let the liquid slide down her tongue slowly. She turned the doorknob smoothly, letting the door creak. Annie was handcuffed to the bedpost and her feet were tied up. She was blindfolded.
“You’re not going to cut her or anything are you?” Miranda asked.
“No, ma’am.” Officer McCracken answered.
“Okay, well in that case, you can tighten the cuffs and the scarf around her ankles.”
Annie’s brow furrowed over the blindfold
“Are you sure, it looks like everything’s tight enough.”
“No, I’m sure. She’ll be fine.”
“No,” Annie whispered.
Miranda trudged over to the bed. “What did you just say?’
Annie froze.
“Answer me!”
Annie was still frozen. Her pink lips became wrinkled and pursed.
“What’s the first rule of Sluts’ Club, Annie?”
“D…don’t disobey you…”
“And what’s the second one?”
“D…don’t fucking disobey..y…you.”
“That’s right. Now Officer McCracken here wants to tie you up and make you helpless. I say that you need to be tied tighter in order for that to work. That is my order. Are you going to disobey it?”
“N…no ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought. McCracken, you can tie her tighter.”
Officer McCracken went over to Annie’s arms and tightened her handcuffs. Annie’s hands clasped one another. A clear, oily tear fell out from the bottom of the blindfold. Officer McCracken then went to her feet and tightened the black scarf that held her feet together. Her feet and ankles pressed against each other. She pushed out a sigh from her lungs and another tear fell.
“Are you sure she’s okay?” Officer McCracken asked.
“She’s fine! Now, fuck her.”
Officer McCracken lifted her legs up and went inside of Annie. Her head jerked to the side. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Her shiny tears dampened her entire face.
“Very good, call me if she squirms or does something stupid, McCracken.” Miranda stepped out and went across the hall. She knew Laura was in there. The neck of the vodka bottle penetrated her lips once more and spilled out it’s last gulp of cold vodka. She knew that Laura had taken something, but she needed to prove it. She went inside of the room. Officer Brooks was on top of Laura, pumping rapidly. Laura remained perfectly still. Her arm looked whiter and greyer than it ever had before. A recent pink track mark lay on her forearm.
“I knew it, I fucking new it!” Miranda clomped over to the bed and yanked her arm upward. Officer Brooks stopped, but remained inside of her. “You fucking shot up before the party, didn’t you?”
Laura didn’t answer.
“Answer me!”
Laura did not.
“Laura, answer me!”
She still did not.
“I think she might really be passed out,” Officer Brooks said.
Miranda grunted. She turned Laura’s head towards her. Her eyes were shut and her face was relaxed. Her mouth was slightly open. Miranda slapped her across the face. “Laura?” No response. She slapped her again. “LAURA!” Still, no response. “Yep, she’s passed out.”
“Well, should I keep going?” Officer Brooks asked.
“Why the hell not? This is her last night here. And you paid good money for this, so you might as well enjoy it.”
“Okay,” Officer McCracken started pumping again slowly. He let out slight quivering breaths through his nose. “Um, are you going to stay here until I’m done, Miranda?”
“Yeah, I need to take care of her when you’re done.”
Officer Brooks nodded and started pumping faster and shut his eyes.
“Yeah, you know you like it, Officer,” Miranda came up from behind him and began whispering in his ear. “You know you get hot thinking of fucking a passed out little slut. You’ve thought about it and now you get to do it. Yeah, fuck that little passed out bitch. Fuck her. Fucker her hard. Harder. Harder. HARDER!”
Officer Brooks threw his head back and opened his mouth. He let out a very staccato moan and stopped thrusting. He fell on top of Laura and then pulled out, his sperm sticking to his semi-hard cock.
“The condom! What happened to the condom?”
“She said I didn’t need one,” he answered back between breaths.
“Didn’t need one? Didn’t you read the contract?”
“Yeah, but she said she was on the pill.”
Miranda bit her lower lip and held in a hot breath. Her eyes squinted. “Get off of her.”
Officer Brooks slid over to the side. Miranda grabbed Laura’s track marked arm and pulled her off the bed. Her body made a thud upon hitting the ground. “None of my girls go on the fucking pill. The pill makes them fat!” She knelt down and picked Laura up. She carried her over to the adjacent bathroom. Miranda slumped Laura onto the toilet. She grabbed the water lever of the shower and cranked it slightly, but she did it with a violent flick of the wrist. Miranda felt the water with an open palm; it was sharply cold. She grabbed Laura’s pinkly speckled arm and dragged her into the shower. Laura was slumped against the shower wall. She began to gurgle and moan. Miranda moved in closer. The moans got louder. Miranda’s breaths became smooth and thick. Laura’s eyelashes slowly pulsated. Her eyelids became creased. Then, her eyelashed lifted and Laura’s grey and pink eyes were exposed. Miranda grabbed her hair. “Enjoy your last night at Sluts’ Club, whore?” She released her hair and Laura’s head collided with the shower wall. She let out a wet “ow,” and her eyes closed again. Red blood ran from the back of her head down to the drain. Miranda slammed the bathroom door. She her feet were heavy, but her legs were light; She lifted them up and pressed her feet down on the ground with every step and headed down to the basement.
She opened the basement door; she lifted the vodka bottle to her head, but it was empty. “FUCK!” Miranda shouted and she ran down the stairs.
Officer Willis took Rachel from behind while she went down on Chloe.
“GODDAMIT!” She screamed all the way down from her stomach as she threw down her bottle, shattering it against the cold concrete floor. “You fucking call this a threesome? Fuck you, bitches. Fuck her harder, Willis. Yeah, like that, make it rough. And Rachel, for someone who claims to like pussy, you fucking suck at this. Come on, use you’re tongue more, come on, you stupid cunt. I’m not even a dyke like you and I can do this shit better than you can…yeah, better, that’s a good girl. Pull her hair Chloe…PULL HER FUCKING HAIR, CHLOE. Yeah, like that good, good. Now pull it harder, make strands of it come off in your hand. Yeah, like that you little bitch.” Chloe and Rachel’s faces were wet and their eyes were closed. Miranda staggered and swayed as she walked up the stairs, crunching the glass with her shoes. She got upstairs and went to the kitchen. She flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She went back to the sitting room with it. She slouched in her pink and yellow chair. The bottle met her lips. Her tongue circled around the opening. The whiskey fell out of the bottle and into her blood. She smiled as she felt it slip down her throat and into the rest of her body, which caused some whisky to spill on her shirt. But she didn’t feel it. She finally pulled the bottle slowly away. She held it against her chest. Her eyelids dropped over her blue-grey eyes. She began to breathe fully. Her head tilted to the side.

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Miranda’s eyelashes began to move form side to side, brushing softly against her cheeks. She jumped up quickly and realized where she was. The yellow Sun shone through the blinds in the sitting room. She could faintly hear chirping birds outside. Her eyelids drooped down again. Her whiskey was still against her chest. She lifted it up shakily to her now pink and chapped lips. She took a small sip and began to cough. She put the bottle down next to the chair and propped herself up. She kept loosing balance on her left leg and the room became blurry. “Huh…still…drunk…woo-hoo!” She said loudly. She viciously staggered down the basement steps. She found Rachel, Chloe and Officer Willis all holding each other and asleep on the cold floor. Miranda smiled and stumbled back upstairs.
She checked on all of the girls upstairs; all of them were asleep in the officers’ arms, except for Laura. She was still in the shower. The water was still running and she was still very pale and now her skin formed deep creases all over. Miranda shut off the shower gently and threw a towel over her. Laura let out a watery breath. “Sorry I had to let you go,” Miranda cooed. “But you knew the rules.” She left the bathroom; Officer Brooks was snoring and took up the entire bed. “At least he enjoyed himself,” she thought.
Miranda left the room and closed the door quietly. She eyed the door at the end of the hall. She inhaled until her lungs stretched thin. She lifted one heavy foot at a time until she reached the end of the hall. She let her lungs relax slowly. She gripped the doorknob and turned it slowly. She put one foot inside of the room.
“How’d it go?”
“Great, it went great,” she answered as she pushed the rest of her body inside of the room.
“Good! I’m glad. How much did we make?”
“About twelve hundred.”
“That’s my girl,” Daddy laughed as he lit a cigar. He had the big window next to his chair open. The smoke danced its way onto the sunlight before it made its way outside.
“Um, Daddy? Can I ask you something.”
Daddy nodded.
“Um, are you thinking about letting Amy take over the Northside chapter?’ She looked down and crossed her legs.
“Yes I am.”
“Why, Daddy? You know I’ve brought in some of the best profits you’ve ever seen.”
“I know that,” Daddy replies while he put his cigar down into the ashtray beside him. “But Amy hasn’t let anything go to her head. You have.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” he started, placing his cigar back into his mouth. “You seem to forget some of the rules that I have put into place for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, take last night for example,” he said as he exhaled a grey cloud of smoke. “I wanted to fuck you, but you said you were too busy.”
“Daddy, the police were on their way over here.”
“What’s Daddy’s first rule?”
“But Daddy…”
“MMM!” He interrupted. “What’s Daddy’s first rule?”
“Don’t disobey your daddy…”
“Very good, and what’s the second rule?”
“Don’t fucking disobey your daddy.”
“Very good.” He said as he stood up from his rocking chair and moved his stubby legs closer to her. “Now Amy never forgets that when I’m up in the ‘burbs, but you seem to forget it all the time.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Do you think you can forgive me?”
He exhaled another grey cloud of smoke. “Go over to the window and bend over.”
“Daddy, please. I’m still drunk.”
“Do we have to go over the rules again?” He asked.
She looked at the window and noticed that there was nothing to cover her. “But…what if people see us?”
He furrowed his brow.
“I mean, yes sir.”
She stepped over to the window. Her arms and head hung outside of the room while the rest of her was in. Daddy put out his cigar and went over to her. He unzipped his pants but did not pull them down past his thigh. He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her thong. He went inside of her and began thrusting. She felt his left arm pull her left arm back towards him. She felt his other hand grab something out of his right pocket.
“Daddy,” she whispered. “Please, not the knife. Not the knife.”
“What did you say?”
Miranda did not answer.
“Answer me!”
“I said…nothing sir. I said nothing.”
“That’s what I thought,” he said as he pumped harder inside of her and put the cold knife against her warm skin. She could feel her skin open up and she could feel the hot blood pool out of her. She clutched onto the window sill with her right hand and bit the inside of her cheek.
Outside, she saw two young women walk by and look up at her. She recognized them from somewhere, but she couldn’t pinpoint where or how exactly. She saw them look up at her with lips and eyes like perfect circles. They covered their mouths at the sides and whispered back and forth to each other. She couldn’t hear them, but she knew what they were saying.
Miranda let go of the window sill and made a fist. Her middle finger shot up to both of the girls. Her lips were pursed and her teeth were clenched.
They began to laugh hysterically as they bent over their torsos. “WHORE!” They yelled up and ran away.
Miranda’s face because flushed and fevered. Her cheeks subtly shook. Her eyes excreted hot tears out of the corners. Her organs, her veins, her skin became ice that would not melt. More hot tears flowed down her cheeks to her dry lips and they seeped into the cracked skin and the open pores. Her head became heavy, yet her vision was blurry.
“Now, what do we say to Daddy after he cuts you, Miranda?” Daddy said as he pumped even harder, making it feel as if he was hitting the back of Miranda’s throat. She could feel his dry skin inside of her and his pulsing veins.
She gulped.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said through interlocked teeth, wet with spit and tears. “May I have another?”