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Cantersluts: Queen Gindorah
By LineOfFlowersCreated: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-08-20 14:30:41
Expiry: Never
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>Muahahahahahaa!
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>I tower over the little insects as they scurry through the streets.
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>Their streets before, but now MY streets!
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>My whole world!
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>I lunge forward, raising my leg behind me like a punter going for a 100 yard field goal, and bring it forward with all the wrath of Andrew Blaze in a Weiss market!
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>SWWwwooooosshhhh-BANG!
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>My foot sends a fully-loaded semi-tanker flying through the air, and the gust of wind from my kicking leg blows in doors and windows, worse than the very worst an F5 tornado can give!
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>The truck crashes into the ground, crushing a dozen planarians under it's steely mass, before rupturing, and igniting in a great smoky fireball as big as some of the nearby buildings.
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>I laugh again at the sight of the little maggots scrambling around, flames leaping from their burning clothing, and melting flesh.
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>In their terrible pain, and blind panic, they latch on to their fellow grubworms, setting them alight, too!
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>”YAAASSSSSS! SSSLLLAAAYYY QQUUEEEENNNNNN!!!11!!!” I say, striding forward again;
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>Stomp!...
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>Stomp!...
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>my footsteps making the very earth itself shake, as I stride over the vermin below.
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>Some flee into the cement edifices of nearby skyscrapers, foolishly thinking such children's toys could provide any protection from ME.
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>I laugh at their stupidity, and raise my arm for a mighty blow!
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>The sound of rending metal, and disintegrating concrete tears through the city's canyon-like streets, as the building's facade falls, cleaved away beneath my onslaught.
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>The screaming red click beetles within serenade me with their terror,
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>so to make their song even sweeter, I reach in my colossal arm to sweep them out by the scores.
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>Desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and mewling caterpillars emerge, only to plummet to their deaths many stories below.
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>The business-casual smears on the pavement bring a glint to my eyes, and haughty laugh to my throat!
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>The business casual not-yet-smears gaping at me in unadulterated fear from the crumbling floors, huddle in fervent, futile hope that my wrath may be sated, or that I may not notice them.
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>They are wrong, but their pathetic prostration may buy their lives, nonetheless as I turn my attentions back to the streets, so that I might bask in their silent awe, and howls of fear at my further rampage.
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>My gargantuan roar of triumph echoes over the city, shattering windows, and eardrums alike.
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>Such is the fate of those who would defy QUEEN GINDORAH!
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>The edifice of another nearby building explodes into fragments of supersonic masonry,
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>but not by my hand!
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>The ridiculous little slugs are actually trying to fight back!
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>Little lines of toy tanks rush forth, their tiny “cannons” flaring and spitting like impotent dicks!
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>Destructive to the very buildings and drones they're trying to protect,
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>utterly useless against ME!
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>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH, LITTLE ANTS?
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>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
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>”AHAHAHAHAHA!”
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>I spread my legs, and hold my fists at my sides like a Karateka's horse stance, breathing in, deeply. >Preparing to wipe the aphids from existence with my golden plasma-arc!
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>”DIE SCREAMING, CRICKETS!”
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>The words of doom bellow forth with all my might, as my beam is about to fly...
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“JUNIPER!
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>As my beam is about to fly...
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“Juniper, where are you hiding now?”
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>Fuck.
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>Quickly I put my broom to the dirty floor, and pretend that I've been sweeping popcorn into my dustpan the whole time.
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>That mother fucker has the worst timing.
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“JUNIPER!”
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>FUCK!
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>”I'm in here, boss, sweeping. Like I've been doing since I took the trash out.”
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“I told you to come find me when you were done, not hide in the theaters like a recluse.”
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>”I'm working, what does it matter?”
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“It matters because I have other tasks that take priority over this. You'll never become a productive member of society if you can't learn to work hard and prioritize!”
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>Ok, boomer.
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>”Uggghhhhhhh.”
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“Whatever, I don't have time for your attitude right now. They need help up at concessions, so get moving.”
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>What a fucking boomer.
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>”One pair-set.”
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>Be me
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>The most astoundingly talented actress across all the land.
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>Beep-Beep-Beep goes the register as my fingers press its keys.
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>My uncle is a big time director
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>And I'm hot.
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>”Did you want butter, and salt, or caramel flavor?”
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>So hot.
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>You'd think I'd be a shoe-in for some big role.
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“Ummmmmm....”
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>I'd even deign to perform a minor one, just to get my foot in the door.
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>Instead I'm working at the fucking movie theater in the fucking mall,
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>waiting on simps and karens to make up their fucking minds about whatever fat-pills they want to stuff their faces with at that particular moment.
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“H-honey, ww-what do you waaant?”
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>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
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>They both look up at me
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>”Oh, I said that out loud. Sorrryyyy.”
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>Roll my eyes.
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>They still just stare at me.
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>The skinny little guy looks like he's about to wet himself.
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>The fat cunt with spikey hair glares at me out of her fat fucking frog face.
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>FFS.
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>”Let me guess,” I begin. “You -” I point to the so-called man “- want a soy latte and some unflavored popcorn, because salt is just waaayyy too spicy, and we don't have any avocado butter, but it doesn't matter what you want because you -” I level my finger at Queen Jool “-are going to suck it all down your gaping Sarlac-pit, anyway!”
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“W-wwwrr, bbr-brbrbrrr...”
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>she begins to sputter and blubber in rage.
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>Heh. Score.
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>Soiboi looks like he's about to cry, and hambeast might just have a heart attack!
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“MRBELRLERLFMWRRLLLET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”
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>So, yeah, that probably wasn't the best idea,
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>but it sure felt good.
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>The manager was pissed, and said the only reason he didn't fire me was because of my uncle.
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>Instead, he gave me a broom and a dustpan and told me to go clean by the emergency exits.
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>Fine, whatever.
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>It gets me away from the counter, and it's not like I'm gonna do much cleaning, anyway.
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>Fuck all that peasant shit.
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>Down the hall I go, and I can feel that jerkoff's eyes on me all the way.
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>You just know he's looking at my ass.
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>Take a picture old man, it'll last longer.
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>It'll even be worth something one day when I'm finally famous.
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>At last I make it to the end, and swing around the corner.
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>Ahh, some privacy!
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>A little further, and I'm at the fire exit.
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>It's a big steel door with a panic bar that only opens one-way, as if there's any other kind.
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>I look left, and right, making sure nobody can see me, and push the door open.
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>Stepping halfway through, I let it sort of close on me, holding it open with my body.
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>I look around again, and the coast is clear, out here, too.
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>That's not surprising, it is pretty cold this time of year.
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>Bare branches reach up into the gray sky fitting my morbid mood perfectly.
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>Out comes my flask, and with a few swigs of delicious, piney goodness, the world looks a little more fair.
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>But you know what? Fuck standing.
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>Reaching inside for my handy-dandy dustpan to prop the door open,
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>I step out into the brisk air, and set the door just so, before sitting on the nearby electrical transformer protruding from the ground.
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>It's green, and hums, and is pleasantly warm through my clothes.
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>Mmmm, my eyes close as my mind drifts off.
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>That slight vibration, too.
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“Juniper?”
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>”What!” I shout with a start.
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“Juniper, it is you.”
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>It's Sunset. And she brought those girls I put in the mirror. Great.
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>Suddenly I want another swig of gin more than anything, but you just know these bitches would rat me out.
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“Hey Juniper, we're in a bit of a spot.”
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>”You don't say?” I deadpan.
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“Yeah!”
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>shouts the pink one, both her body, and her massive tits bouncing up and down, each with minds of their own.
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“We reeeeeaaaaally wanted to see a movie, but our onlyfa...”
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“She means our tutoring gigs...”
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>interjects the white one.
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“...haven't...ummm...”
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>That was the yellow girl, hiding behind her hair.
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“…”
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“...”
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>”UUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...”
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>They all look to Sunset as one, as if waiting to be told what to do.
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>Look at them. They hang on her every word, like she's some kind of idol.
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>She's a poseur! Why can't they see that?
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>”WHAT do you WANT?”
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“Well, we were hoping you'd let us in the back here.”
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>I silently scoff at them with my eyes.
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“We could make it up to you, Darling.”
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>Make it up to me? What's that supposed to mean?
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>Oh, right, rumor has it they like to pretend to be whores.
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>Like, that's soooo mature, and worldly.
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>Fucking poseurs.
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>We'll see about that.
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>My over-the-glasses sneer turns into an evil smile.
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>I only hope they can feel the malice.
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>”Ok, fine, I'll let you in, but you have to show me your pussy, Sunset.”
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>Ha! this'll get her, and then they'll all see what a poseur their “idol” really is!
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>”Right here, in front of everyone,” I continue without pause, my smile deepening in anticipation of her inevitable failure, and humiliation. “Lift up your skirt, right now, and show us all everything you've... ”
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“Ok.”
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>And her skirt comes up,
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>and my jaw goes down.
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>She pulls it up, all the way to her tits,
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>and she's just holding it there.
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>And she really isn't wearing panties!
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>Wtf!
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>She spins around, and wiggles her bare vag at her friends.
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>They all laugh, and lift their skirts too.
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>Somehow, even the ones with something on under their skirts look just as lewd as she does;
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>lips dangle around the edges, while fur and bare mound alike show through the transparent fabric of what could only loosely be called underwear!
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>What the fuck is going on!
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>T-these WHORES!
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“Are you gonna let us in now?”
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>”Umm...yeah, I-I guess.”
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>I numbly stand aside, and hold the door open for them.
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>Just.
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“Thanks Junie!”
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>one of them says with a wink, and lifts up her skirt to flash me, again.
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>She didn't even look around to see if anyone else was there.
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>What a whore!
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>Wtf did I just watch? WTF! And why do I feel this way?
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>A couple more sips of delicious gin later and I was feeling a lot better.
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>It was still cold, and the wind still moved the empty branches against the overcast sky,
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>but man I was feeling so much warmer,
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>from deep down inside.
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>It was probably time for me to get back in before the boss came around wondering where I'd gone, anyway.
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>Go back in, close the door and stare at the broom awkwardly.
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>Those whores.
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>Those WHORES!
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>At the other end of the hall I can see where the movie posters are hanging from the wall,
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>with those little thots printed in the corner.
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>Even from here I can see their smug little faces grinning at me!
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>Mocking me!
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>”UGH!”
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>I should be on those posters
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>All of them, not just the Daring Do ones.
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>Instead I'm...here!
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>”Fuck,” I mutter to myself, and stare at the floor even harder.
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>The carpet's fucking filthy.
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>sweep sweep
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>sweep sweep
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>Still filthy.
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>Good enough.
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>It's time for another break.
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>I mope my way back up the hallway, dragging the broom on the disgusting floor.
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>I reach the bathrooms, and in I go.
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>It's empty, thank god.
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>Stare at myself in the mirror.
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>What the hell went wrong?
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>Why am I working as a fucking theater bitch while those sluts are already in a movie?
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>I'm the one related to a famous director!
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>I'm hotter too!
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>And I have class!
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>With a frown, I stand up taller, and my cardboard hat shifts unexpectedly.
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>Fuck you, I glare while setting it back atop my head properly.
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>”I have class!”
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>Putting my hand on my hips, I arch my back and thrust out my chest.
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>Force myself to smile.
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>Mom always said I have a cute smile.
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>I look myself up and down again,
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>and suddenly I don't have to force myself quite so hard.
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>I AM hot, and I have connections, so what gives?
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>Well, I realize with a renewed frown, I answered my own question didn't I?
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>It's because they're sluts
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>It's gotta be. What else could it be?
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>Why else would they have even been invited to the studio in the first place?
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>As eager as they were to show me their twats just to see a free movie, I bet they fucked everyone and their little dogs too, to get a part in one!
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>”Humph!” I turn this way and that, eyeing my figure in the dirty mirror.
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>My tits are a lot perkier, even in this stupid uniform!
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>I could be a slut, too if I wanted to be.
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>What's so great about showing off your body anyway?
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>I look around the bathroom, to make sure nobody else is in it.
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>Left,
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>right,
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>the coast is clear, and I'm already blushing behind my glasses at the thought of what I'm about to do.
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>A sweep of my hand moves my little red vest aside, and I look around again:
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>left,
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>right,
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>the coast is still clear, so I watch my hand go to my collar, next, and my buttons fall open at its touch.
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>From top to bottom, one after another, my shirt inching open, until the stripes of my bra come into view.
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>It's dark red, white, and green, with a little bow between the cups.
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>It was a present from my mom, my very first training bra, and it still fits after all these years.
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>Now the buttons are open all the way down to my little striped apron tied around my skirt.
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>I look around again, left, and right, and catch my own eyes in the mirror;
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>I'm flushed as red as a watermelon jolly rancher!
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>Left, and right, I look, as my hands reach for my bra, and...
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>UP!
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>My breath catches in my throat as I see my little buds staring back at me from the mirror.
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>My tits are out!
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>My tits are out!
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>I may have let out a little “EEP!” as I furiously tugged my bra back down and began to rebutton my shirt.
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>Or I may not have, I was a little too worked up to be sure, and there was nobody else to hear.
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>Buttons, buttons, buttons! I've gotta button up again!
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>My fingers shake and tremble, and suddenly, with my shirt closed back up to my bra again, they stop.
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>That was AWESOME!
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>My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel a little weak in the knees.
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>The kind of thoughts running through my mind are not the kinds of thoughts a starlet should think!
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>But they are, and I smile lecherously at my reflection.
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>Can I really do this?
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>Someone could come in any moment!
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>That very thought makes my knees bend, and I have to lean my hips into the counter to catch myself.
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>”Y-yesss!” I hiss excitedly as I bite my lower lip.
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>I need to be fast!
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>With quick, ragged breaths, my hands move furiously, all but ripping open my shirt, spilling out my girls for all the world to see,
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>if they were lucky enough to stumble into the bathroom.
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>”Ha! H-haa!”
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>Somehow, even though I'm literally shaking, and my face feels like it's on fire I manage to take out my phone.
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>With fingers trembling, and face burning I raise it, and sight myself in the camera app.
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>BOOM,
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>BOOM,
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>BOOM,
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>my heart is fucking deafening, how can they not hear that at the counter?
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>”Ha-Ha-Ha...haaaaaaaa!”
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>Click.
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>My vision darkens around the edges a little bit. Holy fuck!
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>Looking down at my phone, I see my naked breasts staring back at me, my phone in one hand, and the other in an awkward peace sign...I don't remember doing that, lol!
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>But sweet holy fuck, that's so hot!
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>Hmph! I knew I could do it if I wanted to, I think as I make myself decent.
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>But I'm not like those harlots...even if it was a lot of fun.
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>A little splash of water on my face and I'm ready to go back out on the floor.
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>For once, I'm feeling invigorated!
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>But this picture...should I save it or delete it?
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>My thumb hovers over the option.
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>Fuck it, I'm not gonna send it to anyone, and that was a lot of fun.
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>Saved!
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>Hah!
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>Eat a bag of dicks, sluts, I can be just as lewd as you, but I don't need to be.
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>I'm better than you.
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>lol.
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>Dear Diary,
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>Current Mood: ANGRY!
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>Why, you may ask?
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>Because I had to work again today.
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>It really fucking sucked.
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>Like, don't they fucking know who I am?
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>How dare they try to make me fit into the normgroid mold, I'm fucking so much better than them.
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>I deserve better than this shit!
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>As the late Eric Harris once said “I hate the fucking world.”
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>What an inspiration.
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>I would have killed to have met the guy.
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>I think we would have connected on so many levels.
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>Everyone on this pathetic, putrid planet needs to be fucking slaughtered.
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>Do you know what that fucking boomer at work did?
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>He fucking ignored me!
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>Yeah, ok, that sounds a little egotistical, but only because you need context.
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>See, I went in to work like usual, as if I have nothing better to do,
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>and he wanted me to clean out the popcorn hopper.
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>IKR?
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>It's fucking gross, and greasy and makes me smell like butter all damned day long.
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>And he wanted ME to do it! As if!
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>Well, do you remember when I told you about those sluts flashing their dumb slag cunts just to see a movie?
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>I remembered it too, and as hot as I am, I knew could do better than those whores, without even having to show half as much,
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>and he's just some fucking boomer anyway.
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>You just know he keeps me around not because of how awesome I am, but because he likes to look at me in my cute little uniform.
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>Nobody rocks that shit like me.
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>I am totally awesome though.
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>So I'm on to his pathetic little swash of degenerate deviancy, and I think to myself, “if I have to put up with him anyway, I might as well use his hormones to my advantage,” you know?
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>So I,
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>I,
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>THE Juniper Montage, the Fabulous, up-and-coming diva extraordinaire, deign to brighten his grotesque little sewer-troll life with my grace and beauty.
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>I unbutton my collar, and put my hands on my hips, and reeeaalllyyy stick out my chest, just like I did in the bathroom,
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>only, you know, with my top still on because I'm better than those sluts, and he's just not worth any more than that, you know?
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>He should count his fucking stars.
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>I still fucking smile at him, even though I want to blow his fucking head off with a shotgun named Mackenzie, and my vest falls away from my tits, and I bet he could even see my bra through my shirt if that Herbert-impersonator looked hard enough,
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>But!
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>He!
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>Didn't!
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>That little shit didn't even look at me!
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>He didn't recognize the sex goddess I am!
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>The Venus, the fire, the desire!
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>All in one fucking unbelievable package!
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>Like he couldn't see the fucking diamond glittering in front of his ungrateful ass,
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>and he still wanted me to do that peasant shitwork, too!
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>I was so fucking mad I almost stormed out right then and there.
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>How dare that scruffy little pityfuck ignore me!
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>...
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>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh.”
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>I put my pen down and roll off the bed.
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>Normally writing my diary is a great way to decompress from the nonsense of life among these mortals
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>but just putting that shit down on paper is making me livid again.
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>How fucking dare he!
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>Pacing around the room I catch my reflection in the mirror.
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>Walk over to it.
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>The little teddy bears on my jammies look back at me.
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>They're cute, like me.
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>I turn this way, and that, checking myself out with my most critical of critical eyes.
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>What's his fucking problem anyway?
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>I'm damned good looking!
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>My jammies are buttoned all the way to the top, like they're supposed to be.
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>I undo the first button, and can totally see my collarbone.
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>Once again, I thrust out my chest, and I just don't understand it.
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>Why didn't it work?
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>what's not to like?
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>I can even see my nipples poking up under the fabric.
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>They feel so good rubbing the soft inside of my flannel top.
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>So good, in fact I want to go a little bit further.
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>A couple more buttons fall away, unclasped, and with a little push from my fingers, now my cleavage is showing.
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>It's smooth, and soft, and deliciously flat.
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>Udders are SO last year!
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>Up on my tippy-toes, so my slender legs look even longer, hips swaying this way, and that.
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>Left and right, left and right, then I turn all the way around, bending at my hips and shaking my ass in the mirror
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>”Slut”
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>A little frisson of excitement runs down my spine as the words leave my lips.
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>Shake my ass again.
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>That looks good too.
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>And it feels even better.
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>”You slut!” I whisper harshly at myself.
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>A little thrill shoots up my spine, and makes my nipples tingle.
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>I bite my lower lip at the blushing girl looking back at me.
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>Damn I'm hot, I've got it all:
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>glorious flat chest, wasp waist, and nice round hips;
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>perfection.
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>The blushing girl is still staring at me.
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>”Can I do this?” I ask her.
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>Hell yes, she answers back.
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>I push my jammie-pants half-way down my ass, so the top of my panties comes out.
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>They're cotton, with a plain elastic waistband, and covered with Winx Faeries.
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>I've had those since forever; they're my favorites!
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>Also, Musa Bestfaerie.
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>wiggle wiggle
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>”Slut.”
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>wiggle wiggle
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>I'm such a naughty girl!
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>I bet I can even...
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>My fingertips slide along the curve of my ass, and beneath the band of my panties.
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>I push them further down, fingertips following the curve of my backside until I can wrap them all the way around to my underass.
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>A little squeeze, and a little butt-lift, and there's another little, automatic smile, too.
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>”I am so groping myself.”
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>The thought turns me on and I can't help but arch my back, tilting my pelvis and looking over my shoulder as the panties finish rounding my ass, and fall all the way to my ankles.
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>”Hmmmmmm. I'm such a naughty girl. Such a slut.”
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>I bend over a little further, arch my back a little more, and yes!
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>There, I can see my snatch peeking out from down below.
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>I keep my hands on my butt, and start to squeeze, and knead it, spreading myself, even stepping one leg out of my panties to get my legs further apart.
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>I don't know if it's normal for massaging your own ass to make you horny but I don't care.
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>Damn I'm hot!
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>SLAP!!
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>...
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>Holy shit that was loud!
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>I look worriedly over at my door, and yeah, ok, it's closed like it should be, but did I lock it?
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>A sinking feeling bottoms out my stomach, and I'm suddenly very aware of my ears.
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>They're burning, and red, and why the fuck am I so aware of them?
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>FUCK!
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>I hurry across the room as fast as my naked legs can carry me, inadvertently kicking my panties across the carpet in my haste.
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>Seize the doorknob in both hands like it's that boomer's throat.
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>Click
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>The sinking feeling in my tummy instantly does a 180 into fluttering butterflies and sunny afternoons.
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>I'm still so hot and excited, and...it...
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>feels kind of good.
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>”Hahaha,” that laugh sounded so nervous I could cringe.
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>Wtf?
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>”Whew, lass.
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>”Alone at last. Nobody's barging in unannounced now.”
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>What was that twinge?
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>Did I really just feel sad about that?
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>Look back at the mirror
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>The girl inside isn't blushing anymore, but she is half naked, her top mostly unbuttoned, and her undervag looking out from under her top.
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>”Are you a slut, Juniper?” I ask myself with a scowl, which quickly turns into a smile.
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>”No, I'm only having a little fun.”
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>Another day, another lunch break, finally.
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>Another chance for that ungrateful boomer to have me in his presence.
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>Only not now, because, you know: lunch.
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>It's also another day closer to fame and fortune.
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>Also, did I mention lunch?
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>And it's a good thing, too since I feel the anger simmering under the surface like hot oil, or something.
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>All these mortals in the mall and not one of them is paying attention to me.
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>I'm hungry, and I want shabu shabu
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>But there's not enough time to get that on my lunch break, so I'll just have to make do with tonkatsu instead.
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>There's a place in the food court that sells that stuff, so that's where I'm heading, pushing through the throngs of glassy-eyed kine with my cardboard hat stowed securely in my apron pocket, and a scowl decorating my beautiful face like an expensive makeover.
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>It feels good to stretch it out like that, after so many hours of fake smiles and fake enthusiasm
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>How the fuck do the normgroids do it?
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>Fuck 'em, who cares
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>If they do it their whole lives, then it's just what they deserve
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>And holy shit, is the foodcourt teeming with them, today.
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>they're like flies on shit, or twitch thots on dildos.
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>The entire street-facing wall is glass, and so much light streams in I have to squint my eyes.
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>It makes it harder to walk, but I get in, get my food and head off to my favorite spot.
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>There's a counter on the glass wall, and stools, but I never sit there, because only whores want everyone outside to look up their skirts.
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>Who designed this place, anyway?
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>I bet it was some boomer pervert.
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>That's why I always sit in the corner, alone.
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>I'm away from all the peasants, and they're away from me, and I can eat in dignity, and peace.
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>The thought of sitting at one of the central tables, with people milling around, and kids being the booger-eating sandfleas they are makes me shudder.
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>You just know some maggot is going to bump into me, or spill their food on my uniform, or do some other gross, stupid thing.
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>It's just what grubworms do.
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>Why the fuck are there so many people here today, anyway?
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>Whatever, it's just a few...
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>more...
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>Mother fucker.
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>It's those whores form earlier, and they're at my table.
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>Get out of my table! I scream internally.
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>They don't seem to notice.
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>Fuck, what now? I wonder, looking around for a new place to sit.
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>The only places available are over by the glass wall.
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>Probably because it's too damned bright, and hot with the sun at this angle.
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>Looks like it's the sun, or it's the grub larvae.
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>Easy choice, if one someone of my standing shouldn't have to make.
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>Walk over to the counter and sit.
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>Turn my body just enough that all the eager perverted mosquitoes buzzing around outside will be disappointed.
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>Keep my legs closed anyway.
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>Glare at the whores out of the corner of my eye.
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>Stupid whores
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>And what are they doing?
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>Talking, sipping their drinks, looking at their phones...
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>They all seem to be talking to Sunset. Or talking at her.
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>She looks around the room and with her head held high, spreads her legs wide.
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>Like, wide.
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>The table is on the edge of the food court, kind of a half-moon shaped thing. It's set a little higher than the others on the main floor of the place. The Pit, as I call it.
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>It's the perfect place to look down on the toe-biters, which is why I like it.
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>It's also the perfect place for them to look up your skirt, which is why they like it.
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>I shake my head, open mouthed in disgust.
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>All those times I sat up there.
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>Why didn't I think of this before?
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>Because I'm not some kind of whore, who gets off on palmetto bugs peeking at my privates, that's why!
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>Fuck I'm probably never going to get the table back if it becomes their go-to place.
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>All the attention their sluttery will call to the place means the insects will know to look up there every time a hottie like me sits down. Like Pazlo's...Pavliv's...like that one guy's dogs, expecting some kind of peep show.
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>But what if they were, already?
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>What if the same thing is happening now, only through the glass wall?
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>Look back out the glass.
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>The city looks back at me.
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>Buildings, parks, cars in the road.
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>I don't see anybody...
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>But they're out there. They must be.
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>I can feel their eyes on my nethers, boring into them.
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>It's kinda like how I felt the other night, back home, when I realized my door was unlocked...
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>No!
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>That's so...perverted!
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>So hot.
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>No!
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>Those fucking whores did this to me!
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>Turn back around to glare at them. Just enough to see them, without being obvious about it.
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>Stick my meanest scowl on my face and imagine gouts of flame shooting out of the air vents and turning them to charcoal.
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>Of the worthless slugs all around us going mad, and charging them, yanking them from my table, and mauling them to shreds.
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>Of me, stomping through the streets, towering over the nearby buildings, smashing through the glass wall, flattening scores of mealworms as my grasping hand reaches out, and closes around those whores.
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>Squishes them, rends them, grinds them to paste.
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>Rip and tear, until it is done.
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>A wicked grin spreads over my face...
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>...and they just did it again!
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>Stupid whores!
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>This time the yellow one with pink hair pushes down her neckline. Not much, but enough.
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>She looks almost embarrassed, but the others aren't satisfied.
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>I can see them joking, and then the white one, and the blue one reach up to pull it all the way down, letting her enormous melons spill right out!
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>I can feel my face turning bright red, in sympathetic embarrassment.
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>She puts up a show of trying to pull her shirt back up to cover herself, but I can see even from here she's not being serious about it
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>I jerk my head back to the wall and burn a hole through it with my eyes.
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>Everyone's gonna see them, and then I'm gonna lose my spot!
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>Everyone will look over there the next time I sit down and expect ME to do the same thing!
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>I can't!
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>I...I won't!
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>Last night I felt so dirty! So objectified!
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>I felt so...
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>Glance back over my shoulder at the whores.
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>It felt kinda good actually.
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>Really good, if I'm being honest with myself.
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>But in public? Like they're doing? Where even the meanest, lowest planarian could see?
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>The yellow one finally gets her giant tits back in her top.
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>She's laughing with her friends, and they look like they're having a great time too...
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>Sunset's legs are still wide open.
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>I let myself look., and I can see everything!
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>And it's..kinda hot.
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>Her long legs, and smooth skin, and that tiny, tiny skirt, without anything on underneath!
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>It's making me feel weird.
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>It's making me feel good.
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>I glance back up at Sunset's face.
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>Oh shit, she's looking right at me!
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>And she has the weirdest twinkle in her eyes.
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>As fast as can be, I whip my face back to the window, and scowl at it as meanly as I can.
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>Don't you dare come over here you whore! Don't you dare involve me in your games!
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>It turns out, you can cram a lot of fried pork cutlets, and rice in your mouth at once, when you're angry enough.
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>I cant' taste it, but I don't care. I'm too angry.
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>Those whores!
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>Finish my entire tray in like 5 minutes.
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>Put on my headphones, crank up the volume and put my favorite song on repeat
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”It was, it was December”
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”Wind blows, the dead leaves fall”
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>Try to see what the whores are doing in the window's reflection.
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>It's too bright.
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>Instead, in my mind, I just see Sunset, sitting in my spot, with her legs wide open, smiling at me.
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”To you, I did surrender”
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>FUCK
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>I can't even enjoy the rest of my break.
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>Those slimy, 6-legged, bug-eyed web-spinning flatworms!
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>Stand up and powerwalk to the exit, keeping my eyes firmly pointed away from them
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”Oh Ember, you will remember.”
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”Ember, one thing remains.”
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”Ember, so warm and tender”
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”You will remember my name!”
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>”FUCK!”
by LineOfFlowers
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