**Stacey**
“*Your honeymoon has passed*
*Rings have become vises*
*Amidst of misery*
*You are finding me*
*I don´t come with cost*
*So why should you be lost?*
*Venus of the dusk*
*Venus from the dawn*
*Star of ancient love*
*In heat I smell musk…”*
Singing of mine is theoretically the backbone of this short appearance in the Lovemaking bar, while I think it makes difference for about quarter of the guests. They don´t bother to hush, they clink with glasses of whiskey and they are sneering at previous karaoke songstresses. Those are waiting under stripper poles, the upcoming test ground.
I finished the song graceful, God willing. More than once I emphasized allurement to the douches. Lyrics being not overtly flirtatious, I could do it sparingly and tastefully. I was enchanting guys in pubs, cabarets and motorcycle club three dozen times on my jobs.
The bar area lighted up and applause, ordinary on itself, was storming with cacophony of indecency unheard of this evening. Spokeswoman in the corner smiled, raising arm with a card that read 8/A-. Just stop, people. Offense from you is praise and vice versa.
I left a little stage. Somebody took hold of the microphone again and I went to pole pedestal used by my contemporary pals. Here we were chained by our hands and water melon was served to us on the floor.
“Post-America´s Got the Talent, don´t you think, jailbirds?”
“That was bloody The Winner takes it all!,” Nicole said.
“My girl heart beats in rhythm from Liverpool, not Stockholm. And who isn´t writer, can´t be plagiarist.”
“Does that make me a candidate?”
We are not listening to the song of my successor and the water melon isn´t as refreshing as the banter.
“Provided you will attempt the third opus, Cindy,” I answered the weepy scout girl in her 30´s.
“I have a precedent. The second manuscript proved to be popular unpublished.”
Good to hear she can joke about it. Her story is demotivating for any aspiring scribbler. After badly received debut, she did everything to come up with high-quality follow up. She send it, they arrested her and here she found Bellinda, publisher´s daughter and fan of the book in the bed.
“Maybe you will once write about us living in Tower. Long chapters, each consisting of multiple POVs.”
“When they castrate my lobes?”
“I heard female writers have somewhat kick in creativity and productivity once they reach 50.”
“I don´t want to be released!,” Nicole stated the unthinkable. “I don´t want to see him!!”
Our Miss Saigon can´t bear that her fiancé was on a chat with Mayson and possibly with high enthusiasm discussed her characteristics. Look at her, she is bawling, her tears dilute the melon water. I shouldn´t be comforting her. I would have to say how it´s either fiancé or some guy she has never seen before.
Nicole needs to consult with him. I need to speak to contact my former client. My every friend deserves to hear from lost home. I have a means, I´m just more hesitant, no less.
The songs had no lyrical postscript.
“Round up, whores,” warden Michelle commanded.
We were taken to the choreographer who specified how to stretch and shine when we will be on the poles and patches of outfits will fly above the drinking boys.
I´ve got a C+ in that discipline. God knows I have been squirming too fast to emit universal ecstasy. To make matters worse, I missed an opportunity to capitalize on revealed slit. Showing it strikingly was… Well, like tearing myself a new one.
Drunkards have been sent to their rooms, with us leashed symbolically on this occasion, but walking on four behind lazy asses. I was inhaling odor from Shawn´s trousers, the gentlest side of him.
This was second evening wardens have detained undesirable inmates they somehow determined to be involved in that mad attack on co-lectors.
They make them crawl, on their backs no less, not letting them reach SHU unscathed. And Thompson wants me to sidetrack the beast.
No… This isn´t the right time.
Isn´t it the best time?
I entered Shawn´s room, him speeding up to prepare the accessories. I closed the door with the leg. I couldn´t stand up here unless ordered to do so.
“Come to me, my hairless cat and flatten on the mat.”
He threw me a bone by not facing me. On the mat, my head was blown lightly by the black velvet scarf he put in front of me, letting me sniff when I already didn´t see anything but darkness and tied it on the other side, securing me in sightless realm, fuck it people…
Shawn unfastened my outfit personally, one patch a time. When it was his wish that mistress should stand, she wore just a thing over her eyes.
“Jetliner,” he said.
Here we go again….
Blind, I turned a little and my back fell on the wall. I squatted and poked my knees along with entire thighs, uncomfortable in sitting stool that wasn´t there. I wouldn´t ask for his mercy and Shawn was the one to talk, so he used the right.
“Eat,” he commanded and I felt something on my lips. He wasn´t weighing me down as expected. The first bite and the trouble became clear. Chili peppers! One to swallow quickly, but the side-effect was building up. During the send I had a coal in my mouth, then burning furnace. I was coughing and Shawn´s hair touched my chin. He was applying some cream on my thighs. It was cool for an instant. Horror was manifesting as Shawn set my legs ablaze, just as he did to my tongue. Sounds I was producing might not be far from cock-a-doodle-doo. I was not leaving the position completely, but legs were opening, I must have resembled a frog that is wavering over her jump. Shawn had the determination. He slammed himself to me, responding the tremulousness with humping.
The stimulations he´s employing are getting scarier. Lovemaking round terminated, I refused to decay.
I notified the wardens in company of no one else. I was now a turncoat, wasn´t I? By me seeing the light I rationalized the return to our deserted room, where I recovered Thompson´s sheet. I gave them taste of what it said and they appreciatively granted me a wish to show it to security chief myself.
Victoria gal was reading through the faux-message unfathomably fed up. She read it twice and you would think there was of explanation of her upcoming tooth extraction that must be carried out without anesthesia.
She didn´t look at me as her benefactor, I was almost being interrogated.
“How was she planning to send it outside?,” she asked.
“Our roommate Therese Kelly is now in threesome with another inmate…”
Warden Dorothy and one whose name escaped me laughed in grunt-like tones.
“Thompson wanted to convince Kelly that one of them would distract their man, while the computer would be on and the other would send this to the Thompson´s husband. Utter foolishness, I don´t want anyone to sodomize me, or to hurt growing of the underage girls who live with us. Take it on Thompson, she deserves no less, so us four continue as always.”
“Pity… What a pity,” Dorothy said, me and the other warden not following, Victoria presumably did.
“Thank you,” chief said. “Good sign for you. Don´t let to warn Thompson, we will escort her in no time.”
So, if this wasn´t all for nothing…
“I have been thinking about one favor for me and friends, to not feel like a rat so much.”
A little of judgement, hint of understanding. Victoria´s eyes woke up to a new life.
“Favor?” What do you think would be sufficient?”
“When in gym, our exercise is more rigid than it should be. We like working out, there´s just no fun, no fun aspect, the people are ready to cane you as one falters. I would like another gym visits before taps. I don´t we can trust Kelly just yet, but it could be extended it on underages, Sky Queen Xiong and her roommate Fleischer. Our behavior is model one.”
Wardens had to laugh for two straight minutes. Victoria reached down for some content of her drawer. Large bottle of vodka and… Funnel.
“If you want to be healthy so much, show also that you can harden your liver. Half a bottle. And you will drink it a way Jenine Thompson will soon be drinking urine.”
Russians are maniacal in rekindling their inner flame. All those winters to battle, country´s ally and foe. Vodka is double-edged sword when it comes to them, for other nations it is a guaranteed varmint. If some agent of Slavic lands is watching nearby, I was at his or her mercy because of their goods, braying laughingstock shipped to room, because she wouldn´t hold the nutrition. Therese and the girls were told it´s Shawn´s fault, but to Thompson I signalized three words of four sorts of letters.
*I did it…*
We hoped. We feared.
Sorta rested at 2 a.m., I went to wash my face, not doubting the headache will be done for in a blink of an eye and the gastric juice likes it´s home…
No, it is not happening. I feel good, I will open the mouth to take burp at mossst…
SPLAAAAAASSSHHHHSTRIIIIIIKEE!
End of denial, the second time it mucked the toilet. Now it can go better.
Unintentionally, I shortened sleep to all of us, step by step. Nobody was angry at me. The new costume initiated event we should have had earlier.
Roasting Zita Hari.
“Loyalists? What are we, Canadians?,” asked Barbara.
“I am not relishing in what we are,” Zita Hari said. “And the underage class must nest, Barbara. The whole one year longer stay, don´t you know? Closer to Mayson, closer to nice treatment.”
I didn´t join the slimming girl, because of collaborationist secret of my own. Kissing Devil´s brush always divides people. Forbidden arguments were floating around. We won´t be really loyal. We have plans to turn it against them. Even if Barbara could signalize with us fully, I think she wouldn´t be in rush to sign anyway.
“You should ask Cabrera, if she started as underage.” That was her next answer.
“Zita, do what you need to survive, bet never betray your conscience,” Therese said monotonously, sight turned to Thompson.
The Bloody politician was harder. “I´m not going to caught fleas from wolf cubs!”
Their time awareness didn´t work properly for once. I was the one wearing strap harness. They were fighting as people came through the door. I don´t mean just female wardens. Couple of hulking men overtook the usual squad. Zita Hari, Barbara and Therese didn´t know what to make of it. I correctly anticipated.
They came at my invitation.
“Thompson,” one of them said. “You are to be relocated to long-term detention. As you are. Your chastity belt stays here too. Line of defense has no place in the next suite, you rotten fuckmeat.”
Barbara walked to the oaf and I suppose she wanted to stamp on his foot, but with him agilely scooping her lifted leg and waist, she just bruised her butt. Her cry was definitely not out of pain, she wouldn´t whine about that… Therese helped her to stand by one arm and she raised the other one to the oaf, him proving quick reactions, chucked her. Her fall made Barbara go back on the floor.
Zita Hari, by the way, simply held cheeks, pressed against the window. Escorted Thompson also didn´t say a word.
The first day we were led in the group of four…
I was concerned nobody will validate my reward. Only when Dorothy did that, I invited roommates for a walk and in park I explained the situation. Therese was the most furious one, but she, like the girls, hungered for the results. Zita Hari compared it to moral ground of her own and made Barbara more receptive of the Loyalist program.
I told Dorothy I want the extra gym round in Saturday, when the Homemaking is last on the class schedule. On Friday I obtained little necessity in the workshop. I cut off two pieces of scotch tape. They waited under skirt and in the weekend evening, when I served the food, I sat on the familiar heater. The wedged dialing device returned to momma.
In the gym I was lusting for the barbell. Like Shawn I had an application for weights. Preparing the one that will be just besides my right hand, I turned on the covered device, entered the Wi-Fi password and I filled out the desired contact. I activated the simplistic voice control and sticked it with scotch tape, over the screen and over buttons. Hopefully, that will render it invisible to cameras.
I was weightlifting and opening my mouth conspicuously, singing. After one whole song, I said “Call”. Device was beeping for nineteen lifts. I forbid myself taking a break.
Elderly coarse voice of a male thundered.
“So you can tell me. Which one of my night stands I fancied so much, I was stupid enough to give a number?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jepnm2/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_3_part_6