>Muahahahahahaa!
>I tower over the little insects as they scurry through the streets.
>Their streets before, but now MY streets!
>My whole world!
>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!
>SWWwwooooosshhhh-BANG!
>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!
>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.
>I laugh again at the sight of the little maggots scrambling around, flames leaping from their burning clothing, and melting flesh.  
>In their terrible pain, and blind panic, they latch on to their fellow grubworms, setting them alight, too!
>”YAAASSSSSS! SSSLLLAAAYYY QQUUEEEENNNNNN!!!11!!!” I say, striding forward again;
>Stomp!...
>Stomp!...
>my footsteps making the very earth itself shake, as I stride over the vermin below.
>Some flee into the cement edifices of nearby skyscrapers, foolishly thinking such children's toys could provide any protection from ME.
>I laugh at their stupidity, and raise my arm for a mighty blow!
>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.
>The screaming red click beetles within serenade me with their terror,
>so to make their song even sweeter, I reach in my colossal arm to sweep them out by the scores.
>Desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and mewling caterpillars emerge, only to plummet to their deaths many stories below.
>The business-casual smears on the pavement bring a glint to my eyes, and haughty laugh to my throat!
>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.
>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.
>My gargantuan roar of triumph echoes over the city, shattering windows, and eardrums alike.
>Such is the fate of those who would defy QUEEN GINDORAH! 
>The edifice of another nearby building explodes into fragments of supersonic masonry,
>but not by my hand!
>The ridiculous little slugs are actually trying to fight back!
>Little lines of toy tanks rush forth, their tiny “cannons” flaring and spitting like impotent dicks!
>Destructive to the very buildings and  drones they're trying to protect,
>utterly useless against ME!
>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH, LITTLE ANTS?
>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
>”AHAHAHAHAHA!” 
>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!
>”DIE SCREAMING, CRICKETS!”
>The words of doom bellow forth with all my might, as my beam is about to fly...
“JUNIPER!
>As my beam is about to fly...
“Juniper, where are you hiding now?”
>Fuck.
>Quickly I put my broom to the dirty floor, and pretend that I've been sweeping popcorn into my dustpan the whole time.
>That mother fucker has the worst timing.
“JUNIPER!”
>FUCK!
>”I'm in here, boss, sweeping. Like I've been doing since I took the trash out.”
“I told you to come find me when you were done, not hide in the theaters like a recluse.”
>”I'm working, what does it matter?”
“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!”
>Ok, boomer.
>”Uggghhhhhhh.”
“Whatever, I don't have time for your attitude right now. They need help up at concessions, so get moving.”
>What a fucking boomer.


>”One pair-set.”
>Be me
>The most astoundingly talented actress across all the land.
>Beep-Beep-Beep goes the register as my fingers press its keys.
>My uncle is a big time director
>And I'm hot.
>”Did you want butter, and salt, or caramel flavor?”
>So hot.
>You'd think I'd be a shoe-in for some big role.
“Ummmmmm....”
>I'd even deign to perform a minor one, just to get my foot in the door.
>Instead I'm working at the fucking movie theater in the fucking mall,
>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.
“H-honey, ww-what do you waaant?”
>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
>They both look up at me
>”Oh, I said that out loud. Sorrryyyy.”
>Roll my eyes.
>They still just stare at me. 
>The skinny little guy looks like he's about to wet himself.
>The fat cunt with spikey hair glares at me out of her fat fucking frog face.
>FFS.
>”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!”
“W-wwwrr, bbr-brbrbrrr...”
>she begins to sputter and blubber in rage.
>Heh. Score.
>Soiboi looks like he's about to cry, and hambeast might just have a heart attack!
“MRBELRLERLFMWRRLLLET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”


>So, yeah, that probably wasn't the best idea,
>but it sure felt good.
>The manager was pissed, and said the only reason he didn't fire me was because of my uncle. 
>Instead, he gave me a broom and a dustpan and told me to go clean by the emergency exits.
>Fine, whatever.
>It gets me away from the counter, and it's not like I'm gonna do much cleaning, anyway.
>Fuck all that peasant shit.
>Down the hall I go, and I can feel that jerkoff's eyes on me all the way.
>You just know he's looking at my ass.
>Take a picture old man, it'll last longer.
>It'll even be worth something one day when I'm finally famous.
>At last I make it to the end, and swing around the corner.
>Ahh, some privacy!
>A little further, and I'm at the fire exit.
>It's a big steel door with a panic bar that only opens one-way, as if there's any other kind.
>I look left, and right, making sure nobody can see me, and push the door open.
>Stepping halfway through, I let it sort of close on me, holding it open with my body.
>I look around again, and the coast is clear, out here, too.
>That's not surprising, it is pretty cold this time of year.
>Bare branches reach up into the gray sky fitting my morbid mood perfectly.
>Out comes my flask, and with a few swigs of delicious, piney goodness, the world looks a little more fair.
>But you know what? Fuck standing.
>Reaching inside for my handy-dandy dustpan to prop the door open,
>I step out into the brisk air, and set the door just so, before sitting on the nearby electrical transformer protruding from the ground.
>It's green, and hums, and is pleasantly warm through my clothes.
>Mmmm, my eyes close as my mind drifts off.
>That slight vibration, too.
“Juniper?”
>”What!” I shout with a start.
“Juniper, it is you.”
>It's Sunset. And she brought those girls I put in the mirror. Great.
>Suddenly I want another swig of gin more than anything, but you just know these bitches would rat me out.
“Hey Juniper, we're in a bit of a spot.”
>”You don't say?” I deadpan.
“Yeah!”
>shouts the pink one, both her body, and her massive tits bouncing up and down, each with minds of their own.
“We reeeeeaaaaally wanted to see a movie, but our onlyfa...”
“She means our tutoring gigs...”
>interjects the white one.
“...haven't...ummm...”
>That was the yellow girl, hiding behind her hair.
“…”
“...”
>”UUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...”
>They all look to Sunset as one, as if waiting to be told what to do.  
>Look at them. They hang on her every word, like she's some kind of idol.
>She's a poseur! Why can't they see that?
>”WHAT do you WANT?” 
“Well, we were hoping you'd let us in the back here.”
>I silently scoff at them with my eyes.
“We could make it up to you, Darling.”
>Make it up to me? What's that supposed to mean?
>Oh, right, rumor has it they like to pretend to be whores.
>Like, that's soooo mature, and worldly.
>Fucking poseurs.
>We'll see about that.
>My over-the-glasses sneer turns into an evil smile.
>I only hope they can feel the malice.
>”Ok, fine, I'll let you in, but you have to show me your pussy, Sunset.” 
>Ha! this'll get her, and then they'll all see what a poseur their “idol” really is!
>”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... ”
“Ok.”
>And her skirt comes up,
>and my jaw goes down.
>She pulls it up, all the way to her tits,
>and she's just holding it there.
>And she really isn't wearing panties!
>Wtf!
>She spins around, and wiggles her bare vag at her friends.
>They all laugh, and lift their skirts too.
>Somehow, even the ones with something on under their skirts look just as lewd as she does;
>lips dangle around the edges, while fur and bare mound alike show through the transparent fabric of what could only loosely be called underwear!
>What the fuck is going on!
>T-these WHORES!
“Are you gonna let us in now?”
>”Umm...yeah, I-I guess.”
>I numbly stand aside, and hold the door open for them.
>Just. 
“Thanks Junie!”
>one of them says with a wink, and lifts up her skirt to flash me, again.
>She didn't even look around to see if anyone else was there.
>What a whore!
>Wtf did I just watch? WTF! And why do I feel this way?
>A couple more sips of delicious gin later and I was feeling a lot better.
>It was still cold, and the wind still moved the empty branches against the overcast sky,
>but man I was feeling so much warmer,
>from deep down inside.
>It was probably time for me to get back in before the boss came around wondering where I'd gone, anyway.
>Go back in, close the door and stare at the broom awkwardly.
>Those whores.
>Those WHORES!
>At the other end of the hall I can see where the movie posters are hanging from the wall,
>with those little thots printed in the corner.
>Even from here I can see their smug little faces grinning at me!
>Mocking me!
>”UGH!”
>I should be on those posters
>All of them, not just the Daring Do ones.
>Instead I'm...here!
>”Fuck,” I mutter to myself, and stare at the floor even harder.
>The carpet's fucking filthy.
>sweep sweep
>sweep sweep
>Still filthy.
>Good enough.
>It's time for another break.
>I mope my way back up the hallway, dragging the broom on the disgusting floor.
>I reach the bathrooms, and in I go.
>It's empty, thank god.
>Stare at myself in the mirror.
>What the hell went wrong?
>Why am I working as a fucking theater bitch while those sluts are already in a movie?
>I'm the one related to a famous director!
>I'm hotter too!
>And I have class!
>With a frown, I stand up taller, and my cardboard hat shifts unexpectedly.
>Fuck you, I glare while setting it back atop my head properly.
>”I have class!”
>Putting my hand on my hips, I arch my back and thrust out my chest.
>Force myself to smile.
>Mom always said I have a cute smile.
>I look myself up and down again,
>and suddenly I don't have to force myself quite so hard.
>I AM hot, and I have connections, so what gives?
>Well, I realize with a renewed frown, I answered my own question didn't I?
>It's because they're sluts
>It's gotta be. What else could it be?
>Why else would they have even been invited to the studio in the first place?
>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!
>”Humph!” I turn this way and that, eyeing my figure in the dirty mirror.
>My tits are a lot perkier, even in this stupid uniform!
>I could be a slut, too if I wanted to be.
>What's so great about showing off your body anyway?
>I look around the bathroom, to make sure nobody else is in it.
>Left,
>right,
>the coast is clear, and I'm already blushing behind my glasses at the thought of what I'm about to do.
>A sweep of my hand moves my little red vest aside, and I look around again:
>left,
>right,
>the coast is still clear, so I watch my hand go to my collar, next, and my buttons fall open at its touch.
>From top to bottom, one after another, my shirt inching open, until the stripes of my bra come into view.
>It's dark red, white, and green, with a little bow between the cups.
>It was a present from my mom, my very first training bra, and it still fits after all these years.
>Now the buttons are open all the way down to my little striped apron tied around my skirt.
>I look around again, left, and right, and catch my own eyes in the mirror;
>I'm flushed as red as a watermelon jolly rancher!
>Left, and right, I look, as my hands reach for my bra, and...
>UP! 
>My breath catches in my throat as I see my little buds staring back at me from the mirror.
>My tits are out!
>My tits are out!
>I may have let out a little “EEP!” as I furiously tugged my bra back down and began to rebutton my shirt.
>Or I may not have, I was a little too worked up to be sure, and there was nobody else to hear.
>Buttons, buttons, buttons! I've gotta button up again!
>My fingers shake and tremble, and suddenly, with my shirt closed back up to my bra again, they stop.
>That was AWESOME!
>My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel a little weak in the knees.
>The kind of thoughts running through my mind are not the kinds of thoughts a starlet should think!
>But they are, and I smile lecherously at my reflection.
>Can I really do this?
>Someone could come in any moment!
>That very thought makes my knees bend, and I have to lean my hips into the counter to catch myself.
 >”Y-yesss!” I hiss excitedly as I bite my lower lip.
>I need to be fast!
>With quick, ragged breaths, my hands move furiously, all but ripping open my shirt, spilling out my girls for all the world to see,
>if they were lucky enough to stumble into the bathroom.
>”Ha! H-haa!”
>Somehow, even though I'm literally shaking, and my face feels like it's on fire I manage to take out my phone.
>With fingers trembling, and face burning I raise it, and sight myself in the camera app.
>BOOM,
>BOOM,
>BOOM, 
>my heart is fucking deafening, how can they not hear that at the counter?
>”Ha-Ha-Ha...haaaaaaaa!”
>Click.
>My vision darkens around the edges a little bit. Holy fuck!
>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!
>But sweet holy fuck, that's so hot!
>Hmph! I knew I could do it if I wanted to, I think as I make myself decent.
>But I'm not like those harlots...even if it was a lot of fun.
>A little splash of water on my face and I'm ready to go back out on the floor.
>For once, I'm feeling invigorated!
>But this picture...should I save it or delete it?
>My thumb hovers over the option.
>Fuck it, I'm not gonna send it to anyone, and that was a lot of fun. 
>Saved!
>Hah!
>Eat a bag of dicks, sluts, I can be just as lewd as you, but I don't need to be.
>I'm better than you.
>lol.


>Dear Diary,
>Current Mood: ANGRY!
>Why, you may ask?
>Because I had to work again today.
>It really fucking sucked.
>Like, don't they fucking know who I am?
>How dare they try to make me fit into the normgroid mold, I'm fucking so much better than them.
>I deserve better than this shit!
>As the late Eric Harris once said “I hate the fucking world.”
>What an inspiration.
>I would have killed to have met the guy.
>I think we would have connected on so many levels.
>Everyone on this pathetic, putrid planet needs to be fucking slaughtered.
>Do you know what that fucking boomer at work did?
>He fucking ignored me!
>Yeah, ok, that sounds a little egotistical, but only because you need context.
>See, I went in to work like usual, as if I have nothing better to do,
>and he wanted me to clean out the popcorn hopper.
>IKR?
>It's fucking gross, and greasy and makes me smell like butter all damned day long.
>And he wanted ME to do it! As if!
>Well, do you remember when I told you about those sluts flashing their dumb slag cunts just to see a movie? 
>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,
>and he's just some fucking boomer anyway. 
>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.
>Nobody rocks that shit like me.
>I am totally awesome though.
>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?
>So I,
>I,
>THE Juniper Montage, the Fabulous, up-and-coming diva extraordinaire, deign to brighten his grotesque little sewer-troll life with my grace and beauty.
>I unbutton my collar, and put my hands on my hips, and reeeaalllyyy stick out my chest, just like I did in the bathroom,
>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?
>He should count his fucking stars.
>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,
>But! 
>He!
>Didn't!
>That little shit didn't even look at me!
>He didn't recognize the sex goddess I am!
>The Venus, the fire, the desire!
>All in one fucking unbelievable package!
>Like he couldn't see the fucking diamond glittering in front of his ungrateful ass,
>and he still wanted me to do that peasant shitwork, too!
>I was so fucking mad I almost stormed out right then and there.
>How dare that scruffy little pityfuck ignore me!
>...
>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh.”
>I put my pen down and roll off the bed.
>Normally writing my diary is a great way to decompress from the nonsense of life among these mortals
>but just putting that shit down on paper is making me livid again.
>How fucking dare he!
>Pacing around the room I catch my reflection in the mirror.
>Walk over to it.
>The little teddy bears on my jammies  look back at me.
>They're cute, like me.
>I turn this way, and that, checking myself out with my most critical of critical eyes.
>What's his fucking problem anyway?
>I'm damned good looking!
>My jammies are buttoned all the way to the top, like they're supposed to be.
>I undo the first button, and can totally see my collarbone.
>Once again, I thrust out my chest, and I just don't understand it.
>Why didn't it work?
>what's not to like?
>I can even see my nipples poking up under the fabric.
>They feel so good rubbing the soft inside of my flannel top.
>So good, in fact I want to go a little bit further. 
>A couple more buttons fall away, unclasped, and with a little push from my fingers, now my cleavage is showing.
>It's smooth, and soft, and deliciously flat.
>Udders are SO last year!
>Up on my tippy-toes, so my slender legs look even longer, hips swaying this way, and that.
>Left and right, left and right, then I turn all the way around, bending at my hips and shaking my ass in the mirror
>”Slut”
>A little frisson of excitement runs down my spine as the words leave my lips.
>Shake my ass again.
>That looks good too.
>And it feels even better.
>”You slut!” I whisper harshly at myself.
>A little thrill shoots up my spine, and makes my nipples tingle.
>I bite my lower lip at the blushing girl looking back at me.
>Damn I'm hot, I've got it all:
>glorious flat chest, wasp waist, and nice round hips;
>perfection.
>The blushing girl is still staring at me.
>”Can I do this?” I ask her.
>Hell yes, she answers back.
>I push my jammie-pants half-way down my ass, so the top of my panties comes out.
>They're cotton, with a plain elastic waistband, and covered with Winx Faeries. 
>I've had those since forever; they're my favorites!
>Also, Musa Bestfaerie.
>wiggle wiggle
>”Slut.”
>wiggle wiggle
>I'm such a naughty girl!
>I bet I can even...
>My fingertips slide along the curve of my ass, and beneath the band of my panties.
>I push them further down, fingertips following the curve of my backside until I can wrap them all the way around to my underass.
>A little squeeze, and a little butt-lift, and there's another little, automatic smile, too.
>”I am so groping myself.”
>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.
>”Hmmmmmm. I'm such a naughty girl. Such a slut.”
>I bend over a little further, arch my back a little more, and yes!
>There, I can see my snatch peeking out from down below.
>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.
>I don't know if it's normal for massaging your own ass to make you horny but I don't care.
>Damn I'm hot!
>SLAP!!
>...
>Holy shit that was loud!
>I look worriedly over at my door, and yeah, ok, it's closed like it should be, but did I lock it?
>A sinking feeling bottoms out my stomach, and I'm suddenly very aware of my ears.
>They're burning, and red, and why the fuck am I so aware of them?
>FUCK!
>I hurry across the room as fast as my naked legs can carry me, inadvertently kicking my panties across the carpet in my haste.
>Seize the doorknob in both hands like it's that boomer's throat. 
>Click
>The sinking feeling in my tummy instantly does a 180 into fluttering butterflies and sunny afternoons.
>I'm still so hot and excited, and...it...
>feels kind of good.
>”Hahaha,” that laugh sounded so nervous I could cringe.
>Wtf?
>”Whew, lass.
>”Alone at last. Nobody's barging in unannounced now.”
>What was that twinge?
>Did I really just feel sad about that?
>Look back at the mirror
>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.
>”Are you a slut, Juniper?” I ask myself with a scowl, which quickly turns into a smile.
>”No, I'm only having a little fun.”




>Another day, another lunch break, finally.
>Another chance for that ungrateful boomer to have me in his presence.
>Only not now, because, you know: lunch.
>It's also another day closer to fame and fortune.
>Also, did I mention lunch?
>And it's a good thing, too since I feel the anger simmering under the surface like hot oil, or something.
>All these mortals in the mall and not one of them is paying attention to me.
>I'm hungry, and I want shabu shabu
>But there's not enough time to get that on my lunch break, so I'll just have to make do with tonkatsu instead.
>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.
>It feels good to stretch it out like that, after so many hours of fake smiles and fake enthusiasm
>How the fuck do the normgroids do it?
>Fuck 'em, who cares
>If they do it their whole lives, then it's just what they deserve
>And holy shit, is the foodcourt teeming with them, today.
>they're like flies on shit, or twitch thots on dildos.
>The entire street-facing wall is glass, and so much light streams in I have to squint my eyes.
>It makes it harder to walk, but I get in, get my food and head off to my favorite spot.
>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.
>Who designed this place, anyway?
>I bet it was some boomer pervert.
>That's why I always sit in the corner, alone.
>I'm away from all the peasants, and they're away from me, and I can eat in dignity, and peace.
>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.
>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.
>It's just what grubworms do. 
>Why the fuck are there so many people here today, anyway?
>Whatever, it's just a few...
>more...
>Mother fucker.
>It's those whores form earlier, and they're at my table.
>Get out of my table! I scream internally.
>They don't seem to notice.
>Fuck, what now? I wonder, looking around for a new place to sit.
>The only places available are over by the glass wall.
>Probably because it's too damned bright, and hot with the sun at this angle.
>Looks like it's the sun, or it's the grub larvae.
>Easy choice, if one someone of my standing shouldn't have to make.
>Walk over to the counter and sit.
>Turn my body just enough that all the eager perverted mosquitoes buzzing around outside will be disappointed.
>Keep my legs closed anyway.
>Glare at the whores out of the corner of my eye.
>Stupid whores
>And what are they doing?
>Talking, sipping their drinks, looking at their phones...
>They all seem to be talking to Sunset. Or talking at her.
>She looks around the room and with her head held high, spreads her legs wide.
>Like, wide.
>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.
>It's the perfect place to look down on the toe-biters, which is why I like it.
>It's also the perfect place for them to look up your skirt, which is why they like it.
>I shake my head, open mouthed in disgust.
>All those times I sat up there.
>Why didn't I think of this before?
>Because I'm not some kind of whore, who gets off on palmetto bugs peeking at my privates, that's why!
>Fuck I'm probably never going to get the table back if it becomes their go-to place. 
>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.
>But what if they were, already?
>What if the same thing is happening now, only through the glass wall?
>Look back out the glass.
>The city looks back at me.
>Buildings, parks, cars in the road.
>I don't see anybody...
>But they're out there. They must be.
>I can feel their eyes on my nethers, boring into them.
>It's kinda like how I felt the other night, back home, when I realized my door was unlocked...
>No!
>That's so...perverted!
>So hot.
>No!
>Those fucking whores did this to me!
>Turn back around to glare at them. Just enough to see them, without being obvious about it.
>Stick my meanest scowl on my face and imagine gouts of flame shooting out of the air vents and turning them to charcoal.
>Of the worthless slugs all around us going mad, and charging them, yanking them from my table, and mauling them to shreds.
>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.
>Squishes them, rends them, grinds them to paste.
>Rip and tear, until it is done.
>A wicked grin spreads over my face...
>...and they just did it again!
>Stupid whores!
>This time the yellow one with pink hair pushes down her neckline. Not much, but enough.
>She looks almost embarrassed, but the others aren't satisfied.
>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!
>I can feel my face turning bright red, in sympathetic embarrassment.
>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
>I jerk my head back to the wall and burn a hole through it with my eyes.
>Everyone's gonna see them, and then I'm gonna lose my spot! 
>Everyone will look over there the next time I sit down and expect ME to do the same thing!
>I can't!
>I...I won't!
>Last night I felt so dirty! So objectified!
>I felt so...
>Glance back over my shoulder at the whores.
>It felt kinda good actually.
>Really good, if I'm being honest with myself.
>But in public? Like they're doing? Where even the meanest, lowest planarian could see?
>The yellow one finally gets her giant tits back in her top.
>She's laughing with her friends, and they look like they're having a great time too...
>Sunset's legs are still wide open.
>I let myself look., and I can see everything!
>And it's..kinda hot.
>Her long legs, and smooth skin, and that tiny, tiny skirt, without anything on underneath!
>It's making me feel weird. 
>It's making me feel good.
>I glance back up at Sunset's face.
>Oh shit, she's looking right at me!
>And she has the weirdest twinkle in her eyes.
>As fast as can be, I whip my face back to the window, and scowl at it as meanly as I can.
>Don't you dare come over here you whore! Don't you dare involve me in your games!
>It turns out, you can cram a lot of fried pork cutlets, and rice in your mouth at once, when you're angry enough.
>I cant' taste it, but I don't care. I'm too angry.
>Those whores!
>Finish my entire tray in like 5 minutes.
>Put on my headphones, crank up the volume and put my favorite song on repeat
”It was, it was December”
”Wind blows, the dead leaves fall”
>Try to see what the whores are doing in the window's reflection.
>It's too bright.
>Instead, in my mind, I just see Sunset, sitting in my spot, with her legs wide open, smiling at me.
”To you, I did surrender”
>FUCK
>I can't even enjoy the rest of my break.
>Those slimy, 6-legged, bug-eyed web-spinning flatworms!
>Stand up and powerwalk to the exit, keeping my eyes firmly pointed away from them
”Oh Ember, you will remember.”
”Ember, one thing remains.”
”Ember, so warm and tender”
”You will remember my name!”
>”FUCK!”