paper reading NOLA’S JUNK taped to it. Laughter and music were coming through that crack, both recognizable male voices and the tinkling bells of alien females.
“Ready?” Sheri asked us, plastering a smile on her face.
“No,” the four of us replied.
“Right.” She wrenched the door open.
Alys was threatening to snap my fingers.
Vivian followed Sheri, Lili followed Vivian, and Alys wouldn’t budge. Patiently, I waited for her to find her balls.
“I hate girls,” she whispered to me. “I really hate them, Kenna.”
“You love me and Lili. And Sheri. And Vivian. We can’t just throw them to the wolves.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Don’t worry,” I told her softly. “I’m Public Enemy Number One, remember?”
She nodded again.
“Come on.”
Tugging on her hand gently, we walked over the threshold. Inside, it was just a regular type of room, a few ratty-looking sofas and chairs with a pile of duffel bags in one corner. I recognized one of them as Phil’s. A table was set up along one wall with an array of different beers and liquors and plates of finger foods.
“Oh, how cute! Sheri, you brought a bodyguard!”
“Damn,” I huffed under my breath.
Alys was squeezing my hand so hard that I was losing feeling in my fingertips.
There were four of them—five, if we were counting Camryn, who was standing in the far corner of the room next to a vanity covered with pots of makeup. Positioned between my half-naked boyfriend’s spread knees as he sat on a stool, she smeared black paint over his eyelids. No shirt on, his blazing heart on display for all to see, he looked relaxed, peaceful even, his hands resting with fingers splayed over his black Dickies-clad knees.
The massive submissive. I want him like that…ready to let me unleash whatever perverted shit is going on in my head on him. Damn, my mouth is watering!
Recently, I had begun fantasizing about having him on his knees, his head bowed, with his arms tied behind his back while I did all sorts of wonderfully wrong things to him. I liked the idea of him begging me to let him come, of roughing him up a little if he did too soon.
Maybe there’s something wrong with me. I have never had any desire to subject another person to that, but the more I think about doing it to him, the more it turns me on. It’s his fault, tying me up in the first place!
“Hiring lesbians for protection now, Sher-Bear?”
That comment yanked me out of my thoughts of doing wickedly depraved shit to Phil and back into there and then. Slowly, I turned my head toward the nasty little piece of fairy trash sitting on the long sofa who had attempted to insult us with that remark.
“Well, hiring straight female bodyguards wouldn’t be all too smart. They’d go for the guys and leave her to fend for herself!” A girl in a slutty nurse getup laughed. That one had some serious cleavage.
“That’s not a lesbian,” said a sexy witch next to the fairy. “It’s obviously transgender. It’s a fucking giant! I guess that would be the muscle, Sheri?”
My jaw dropped in shock. Never, in all my enormous glory, had I ever been mistaken for a man. My tits weren’t exactly proportional to the rest of my large feminine body, but they were there. Phil loved my tits, and I never bothered with wearing a bra, so I could give him easy access.
“No, that’s definitely a she-beast,” said the fairy.
She-beast? Are you fucking kidding me?
The other girls tittered, but I noticed that the guys had grown quiet. Jason had stopped strumming his acoustic guitar from his spot in a recliner adjacent to the couch housing the two bitches. Vivian had hurried to Flipper’s side, desperately clasping his hand, and they both watched in horror from the refreshment table.
“Sheri, why don’t you and your lesbo-detail go irritate someone else? We got the guys covered here,” said the snarky fairy.
“What the…” came X’s voice from somewhere behind us.
Alys gripped my hand tighter, and she took in a shaky breath. I could sense that she was fighting back tears. I wanted to reassure her that this was nothing, that we had made it through worse. The mean girls at school had been smart, but these creatures were just mean without the brains.
I was staring down the fairy, a sharp burn of loathing searing at my heart. From the corner of my eye, I saw Phil rubbing The Tattoo. Then, he gently placed his