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* O o o.*..o.*..o.*..o. .net "Misty's Life of *
* O Glamour and Erotica" *
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She fell in love with the first guy who looked at her face and not
her tits. It was hard for anyone, male or female, not to, because she had
paid a qualified surgeon to make them so large and firm and football-y
that an eye would have no choice but to snap to them, magnetized by
those two sacks o' plenty. But he managed. He looked at her face the
way a computer looks at a spreadsheet, and he liked the results of his
equations.
He spoke the language of flint on rock and his arms were ribboned
with taut, stringy meat. The first time she sassed back in public, he had
his hand in that blond explosion on her head and he pulled, he pulled
hard, and he murmured in the sound of scraping matchbooks of what she
was gonna do and what she was gonna get if she didn't do it. When he
took his hand away there was a lot of hair still entwined in his clawed
fingers.
She hit the circuit till it bled, straddling poles in cities whose
names she didn't know and couldn't spell if she did. There was nowhere on
her that a bruise wouldn't show, so he kept her obedient with that Zippo
clink of a voice, the hand in the hair, and afterward, when he did all
the stuff the paying customers thought about doing when they went home
and yanked it in front of Star Trek. He was rough ñ isn't that the way
she liked it? Damn right it was.
Pretty soon she got in some magazines, bending over chairs and
stretching it open wide for the gyno-whacko-skuzz time crowd. He set
that up too ñ it was okay, no need to thank him, he was just the guy who
got things done. Things like nearly killing a naked, hung pretty boy
the first time she tried to do a girl/guy shoot. After that it was just
with the girls, please. No one minded. That sold too. And he'd scrape
and creak at her later, did you like that? Did you like that better
than this? Filthy bitch.
He never locked the door of the apartment. He never took her keys.
He didn't have to. She was in love, and told everyone so. And once her
friends from the local club, those jealous sluts, stopped coming around
so much, she needed love more than anything. What was she supposed to
do, sit there by herself?
When she hit the big time, they could cake on as much Hollywood
pancake as they had to, cuz can you believe how early those crows' feet and
the circles under the eyes are coming in? You know, girl, I know a good guy
out in the valley who can zap those gone, outpatient surgery. No, he
doesn't like doctors. But he's not the one who ñ never mind.
She did a spread, pun perhaps intended, and then she did a few more,
and there was talk of a sitcom role or something equally easy to boost her
up to a level befitting her stupendous chest size. But our story ends
with her video. She'd become so recognized in dorm rooms and garages
across our great, wank-happy nation that she was granted the privilege
of starring in her own half-hour mini-movie. On the box, the viewer was
promised a glimpse into MISTY'S LIFE OF GLAMOUR AND EROTICA. The tape
had a suggested list price of $23.98.
She spent a weekend rolling around a bear skin rug in front of a
camera, naked. She jumped on a trampoline under a sprinkler in front of a
camera, naked. She peered around corners at a camera, demure, naked.
She posed like a cat in heat, on hands and knees, ass in air, teeth
bared, glaring at a camera, naked. This was her LIFE OF GLAMOUR AND
EROTICA. She sat in a chair for some scenes and read fictitious details
about her erotic life from a cue card. Naked.
The night after she and her man watched the rough cut at the studio,
they went back to their apartment. His eyes were chips of broken
marbles and his mouth was a flatline. She opened the door, walked in
ahead of him. He pushed her down to the couch and was on her, pulling
the buttons off a dress he told her to buy. You like all those guys
looking at you? You like it when they look at your pussy? Of course
you do, you filthy bitch.
And his hands were in her hair.
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