Copyright 2009
Femdom Literature
Chapter 1
” Nice out today…after that guy comes over we’ll take a walk tonight.”, said the twenty two year old blond, sitting there on the front porch of the two story home, the girl dressed in a black T-shirt, blue jeans, black western boots, and her mane raised up high.
A cigarette in one hand and a beer can in the other, dark-haired twenty three year old Trudy emerged from the front screen door and took a seat next to her friend, the brunette dressed the same as the blond with her hair also raised up to the top of her head. Trudy looked at the other girl and replied, ” OK Jane…yea…let’s go out and have some fun.”
” Man…can’t believe it’s already a year since we moved in here…we moved in back in sixty seven…now it’s already sixty eight…nineteen fucken sixty eight.”
” Yep…time sure flies when you’re having fun…right?”
” Guess so…I think I’ll have a beer too…I’ll be right back.”
A few seconds later, Jane returned to the porch, also holding a “Colt Forty Five” in her hand, a cigarette in her other hand. After she sucked on the New Port and took a drink, Jane parked her nice ass back into the old sofa and just sat there, finally asking, “What time did that guy say he’d be over?”
” Six.”
Jane looked at her watch and answered, ” OK…that gives us about forty minutes…think we should get ready?”
Slowly, Trudy raised her perfect denim covered butt from the worn out couch and said, ” Yea…guess you’re right…let’s go upstairs and get ready.”
Finished with the beer now, both girls went back into the house, threw the empty cans in the kitchen waste basket, and then went up a flight of steps in the livingroom, up to a short hallway which lead to their separate rooms, a bathroom at the far end of the same hallway. Each girl entered her own bedroom and started to undress, taking everything off, after which they put on some fetish clothing, both girls dressing themselves in thigh high black leather stiletto boots, a black skimpy two piece leather bikini outfit, and black leather gloves going up to the elbows! At last, the girls were all dressed as they each emerged from their individual rooms, Trudy saying to the blond, ” These outfits look real cool…glad we discovered this shit…sure beats working the fucken streets.”
They went downstairs to the livingroom where Trudy strolled over to a wooden drawer built into the wall, removing a black whip, snapping the thing back and forth a few times, saying, ” Yea…I love this stuff…get paid to whip the shit outta someone…oh yea…can’t beat that!”
As Trudy went over to the livignroom sofa, she tossed the whip down to the side, parked her nice ass, and fired up a fresh cigarette. The blond strolled over to a small book shelf and removed a forty five RPM record, taking the thing to a stereo at the other end of the room, where she put the record down on the phonograph and then let it “rip”, a song from the “Supremes” coming on called ” The Happening”.
Listening to the measures, Jane started shaking her ass back and forth a little, saying, ” I love that song…glad it came out last year!”
” Yea…they’re pretty good…I like that other song they got…what’s it called…”Stop in the Name of Love”.”
Sure enough, five minutes later, that exact same song came forth as the record continued playing.
However, as they listened to the album, the phone in the kitchen suddenly rang.
” Fuck…”, said Jane, “…always when there’s a cool song playing do all the these assholes call!”
At a casual pace, the sexy blond strolled into the kitchen and picked up the receiver, the cigarette in her other hand, the girl saying, ” Yea?”
” Oh high…it’s me…Paul…the guy who called earlier.”
” You’re supposed to be here at six…right?”
” Yea…that’s why I’m calling…I lost the directions you gave me.”
Making a frustrated sigh, the dominatrix exhaled a huge cloud of smoke and finally said, ” OK…where did you say you’re coming from?”
” I’m from Rocky River.”
” All right…like I told you earlier…we live in Cleveland only a block away from Lake Avenue…if you go east from Rocky River along Lake Road, all you gotta do is keep going until you reach West 83rd Street…, after that…make a left…then drive straight to Baker…Lake and Baker are only a block apart…about five hundred feet or so…OK?”
” OK.”
” When you get to Baker, make a left…our house is the second home from the corner…the corner of 83rd and Baker…it’s also the last house…the west part of Baker is real short…our house has a few big trees in front and behind it… the place looks a little secluded.”
” OK…I think I remember that area…isn’t there a railroad dam right by your house, where the tracks are up on this mound of dirt about twenty five or thirty feet high?”
” You got it…behind the tracks is the shoreway…then Edgewater Park…then comes Lake Erie itself.”, answered the blond, getting a little frustrated with the guy.
All right…I can find it…there’s a whole bunch of old factories there…I remember that too.”
” Oh yea…across the street from here there’s a factory building, then a few hundred feet west on Baker where it curves after this house…there’s a few smaller factories and stuff…everything east of 83rd and Baker is nothing but factories…out at the intersection of 83rd and Lake is an old used car lot.
” Thanks for the info…I’ll be there at six like I said.”
” Good…we’re all dressed up already…waiting for you…we’re gonna give you all the fucken punishment you deserve.”
” Yes mistress.”, answered the guy, excitement in his voice.
After she hung up the phone, Jane mumbled out loud, ” Asshole…what a jerk.”
” What’s wrong?”, asked the brunette, her perfect butt still parked on the livingroom sofa.
” Oh nothing…he just lost the directions I gave him when he called before.”
” Oh…OK.”
” Like I said…what a jerk.”
” Who cares…he’s gonna give us fifty bucks each…it’s jerks like him who pay our rent.”
” Yep…this dominatrix shit is pretty good…don’t have to work like all them other clowns and fools out there…we got it fucken made.”, replied Jane, parking her nice ass to the sofa, both whores just sitting there and waiting, listening to the record, smoking one cigarette after another.
Another fifteen minutes went by when Jane and Trudy finally saw a car slowly pull up along side the curb almost directly in front of their place, after which a middle aged guy stepped out, approaching the front steps, finally going up on the porch, ringing the doorbell.
” All right…he’s here.”, said Jane as she raised her ass, turned off the stereo, and then went to the front entrance, finally opening the door, saying, ” Hi…thanks for coming.”
” No problem ma’am…if you two turn out OK I’ll come here once a month or so.”
” OK…good…come in.”
Paul entered the home and saw Trudy still sitting there on the sofa, her legs crossed at the knee, the whip in her hand now as well, the girl saying, ” Well…let’s see the money.”
” Sure.”, replied the man, removing his wallet from his back pocket, producing five twenty dollar bills together with a ten, saying further, ” I got ten extra for you…a five dollar tip for each of you.”
” OK…thanks.”, answered Trudy as she got up off her curvaceous ass and took the money, taking it to the kitchen where she put it into an envelope and placed the same envelope into a small glass cabinet built into the end of the kitchen counter.
Back in the livignroom, Trudy started flipping the whip back and forth, saying, ” OK…take off all your clothes and then get down on your knees.”
His heart racing now, the man obeyed the brunette’s command, finally going down to his knees, completely naked.
” That’s real good…”, said Trudy as Jane parked her ass to the sofa.
” Crawl to me!”, ordered the blond.
” Yes ma’am.”
After the guy went over to Jane, the girl pushed her black boot into his face and said, ” Kiss it…respect the leather!”
” Yes mistress!”
He started kissing her boot when Trudy suddenly yelled out, ” You’re not kissing it the right way…kiss it like you mean it!”
” Yes mistress!”
” Kiss it the right way…with total passion.”, yelled the brunette again as she raised the whip and then let it down to his back, causing his skin to turn red.
” Oh mistress…I respect you!”, said the guy as he kissed away at Jane’s boot, feeling the whip sting his back over and over, the brunette really getting carried away.
While Paul worshipped Jane’s boot, the blond fired up another cigarette and just sat there, puffing away, enjoying herself as he kept kissing and kissing.
” He’s a real good slave…isn’t he Jane?”
” He sure is…look at him kiss those boots…what a low life.”
” A real jerk…paying us to humiliate him…ha, ha!”
” Yep…a real fool.”
Their words really turned him on, causing his dick to fully erect as he simply kissed away, kissing and kissing, going at it with full force. Finally, after another ten minutes went by, Trudy walked directly up to the kneeling man, turned around in front of him, and then pulled down her black leather panties, shoving her ass right into his face, saying, ” Here…fool…KISS MY ASS…yea…KISS MY ASS!”
” Yes mistress!”
Paul pressed his lips against her backside and started kissing away at it over and over!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He went on for over five minutes until the blond got up and stood next to the brunette, also pulling down at her black leather panties, finally sticking her ass into his face too, saying, ” Here…kiss mine as well.”
” Yes mistress!”
The guy kissed away at Jane’s butt with just as much enthusiasm that he gave Trudy’s butt, kissing and kissing, alternating between the two girls, getting himself all excited by their lovely rear ends as he reached down to his dick, ready to play with himself.
” No!”, cried Trudy, ” You don’t get to do that until we tell you to…, OK?”
” Yes ma’am.”
” Good…now keep kissing our butts.”
” Yes mistress.”
KISS! KISS! KISS!
It was like he didn’t get enough of their butts, the guy really kissing and kissing! While he respected their rear ends, both young ladies smiled away, puffing on one cigarette after another, just standing there with their weights shifted, their hands on their hips, and turning back now and then, watching Paul kiss their backsides!
” He’s a real good ass kisser…ain’t he, Jane?”
” Yea…I really hope he comes here once a month like he said.”
” Oh yes I will…I will!”, remarked the guy, his face in their asses!
” Who gave you the permission to speak.”, said Trudy.
” Oh yea…sorry mistress.”
” Just shut up and kiss my ass.”
” Yes ma’am.”
KISS! KISS! KISS!
This whole thing went on for twenty minutes until Trudy finally said, ” OK…now lay down on your back.”
“OK.”
After Paul stretched himself out on the wooden floor, Trudy turned around before the side of his head and finally sat down on his face, saying ” All right…now you can play with yourself.”
The man started jacking off, doing it faster and faster until he
finally came! When he was done, the brunette got up and walked into the kitchen, when
she returned with a paper towel, saying, “Here…clean yourself up…then get dressed.”
” OK.”
After he was all dressed, Trudy simply said, ” OK…now give me the paper towel.”
The brunette took up the used thing and went with it upstairs to the bathroom where
she flushed it down the toilet , washed her hands, and then returned down to the livingroom, saying, ” OK…that was real good…thanks for the tip…and you said you’ll be back…right?”
” Yea…a few weeks from now.”
” You said you live in Rocky River?”, asked Jane.
” By Detroit Road.”
” What do you do…what kind of job you got?”, inquired the dark-haired girl.
” I work for this one company as an accountant.”
Nodding her head, Trudy simply fired up a fresh cigarette and escorted the man to the front door. Right before he stepped out, he remarked, ” I hear a train coming…I hear the engine.”
” Yea…”, said Trudy, “…one comes by about every two or three hours…good thing it’s up on the dam…no street crossings…so they don’t have to blow the fucken horn…you can even see some of the tracks from here…up there…between those trees…see?”
” Oh yea…and there goes the train.
” Well…OK…guess we’ll see you then next month.”
” OK…and thanks ladies…you were both real good.”
” No problem…just be sure you come again.”
” When I “come” again…I’ll also “cum” again…ha, ha!”
” OK…I’m sure you will…we’re both so good looking…it’s impossible for you not to.”
” You’re right about that…you both got pretty butts…nice tits too…if I had more money, I’d give you an extra fifty just to spend on this and that.”
” Hey…it’s all about money…right?”, said Jane.
” I guess so.”, answered Paul, finally leaving the home, going back to his car, where he got in, started the engine, and drove off.
Alone by themselves again, Trudy said, ” Yea…perfect…more money…we made pretty good this week already and its only the middle of the week…, is this business good or what?”
” That’s why it’s called the world’s oldest profession.”
” What?”
” Prostitution…what else? DUH!”
” Oh yea…of course”, replied the dark-haired girl as she walked over to the stereo and replaced the record with another.
A few seconds later, the Beatles were playing, the song “Help!” blasting away from the speakers while the two girls went up stairs to their respective rooms, taking off their dominatrix outfits, going back into their T-shirts, jeans, and black western boots, the lower part of their pants obviously hanging over the upper ankle part of their leather footwear. When they were all dressed again, they each returned to the livingroom and fired up cigarettes, Trudy saying, ” OK…let’s get going…up to the bar on seventy forth street.”
” OK…you wanna drive or walk?”
” Ah…we’ll walk.”
” All right.”
Trudy strolled into the kitchen and looked around, finally hearing from the blond, ” What are you looking for?”
” The radio…you know…the little transistor radio.”
” I left it in the car.”
” Oh…OK.” After she fired up a fresh cigarette, the brunette also said, ” Well…all right…let’s get going.”
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy strolled out of the house, locked the front door, and then stepped outside into the nice evening air, the time half past seven. When she stepped onto the sidewalk, the brunette went across the tree lawn to their car which was parked along side the curb, an old rusted light blue two door 59 Chevy Impala. She opened the passenger door and reached down to the seat where she retrieved the small battery powered transistor radio, the thing wrapped in a black leather holster. The object in hand, Trudy attached it to her belt, allowing it to hang right above her right hip, after which the girl turned it on and rolled through the stations, finally getting this one place, again hearing the Beatles, the song “Ticket to Ride”, playing away.
Trudy joined her blond friend waiting on the sidewalk and the two girls were then on their way, strolling to the corner two house down, making a right into west eighty third, walking the short distance up the street when they reached Lake Avenue, finally turning left, walking up the wider street, going east.
” Man…is it nice out…the perfect evening.”, remarked Jane.
” Yea…it’s in the mid seventies…I love the last week of May…end of Spring, almost the beginning of summer.”
” Where do you wanna go after the bar?”
” I don’t know…down to the park.”
” OK…we’ll bum around there.”
” All right.”
Up lake Avenue went Jane and Trudy, walking and walking, passing an old Laundromat at seventy sixth street, both girls still strolling up Lake Avenue until they reached Detroit, Lake ending at Detroit Avenue, merging into Detroit at a forty degree angle. When they were on Detroit, the girls still went east when they finally reached 74th street, a bar at the north east corner. Inside the old joint now, the blond and the brunette parked their butts to the bar stools and fired up fresh cigarettes.
It didn’t take long and a bartender guy came up and said, ” It’s you two again…OK…what’ll it be?”
” Just a glass of whisky for each of us.”, replied Trudy.
” OK.”
The guy prepared the drinks and finally gave one to each girl, obviously taking some money in return.
As fast as they could, the girls drank the stuff down, asking for more. For the next fifteen minutes, Jane and Trudy kept drinking and drinking until both of them were drunk, still sitting there, leaning forward against the bar, smoking away at one cigarette after another.
” I gotta use the bathroom”, said Trudy as she raised her nice ass from the stool. But when she started to walk, the drunken whore tripped and fell over, after which she forced herself back to her feet and strolled over to the restroom, finally going inside where she went up to the toilet, turned around, lowered her pants and panties, and then parked her butt, taking a piss afterward, peeing out all the booze she just drank. Finished, Trudy got up off the bowl, pulled up her clothes, washed her hands in a nearby sink, and then left the small restroom, walking back to her blond friend who also got up next and staggered to the rear of the saloon, finally coming back a few minutes later, both girls sitting at the bar again, Trudy saying, ” Hey…I want another drink.”
” I think you two had enough…you can hardly walk.”, replied the bartender.
” I said I wanna ANOTHER drink.”
” OK…but just one more for each of you…you’re both getting kind of loud.”
Pissed off by his words, Trudy yelled, ” I’LL GET AS FUCKEN LOUD AS I FUCKEN WANT…ASSHOLE…NOW POUR ME ANOTHER DAMN FUCKEN DRINK!”
Looking straight at her, the guy got angry at her outburst and said, ” On second thought, why don’t you two just leave now!”
” FUCK YOU…I WANT ANOTHER DRINK!”, exclaimed Trudy.
” C’mon…it’s time for you to go.”
” You can go…go to hell…now give me a fucken drink.”
” Leave or I’ll call the cops!”
” Fuck you…asshole…pour me a drink!”
” Tell you what…I’ll let each of you buy a bottle of beer if you promise to leave…OK?”
Calming herself down a little, Trudy eventually replied, ” Ah…um…, OK.”
The guy gave each girl an open twelve ounce bottle of beer, took the money from them, and then said, ” All right…now go.”
” Yea…yea…motherfucker…we’re going!”
” And if you ever come back…learn to behave.”
” You behave.”, said Jane.
” Goodbye.”, replied the bartender, a sarcastic tone to his voice.
Once outside, they both fired up cigarettes, drank some of the beer, and Trudy turned the transistor radio back on, the song, ” I’m a Believer”, from the Monkeys playing forth.
They strolled west on Detroit, going in the direction from which they came, Trudy saying, ” Who the fuck does that asshole think he is…that’s what a bar is for…to get drunk in…what a fucken jerk.”
” I know…guess he doesn’t wanna make more money or something.”
When they reached Lake Avenue, the two girls strolled down the street until they reached west 76th again, turning the corner by the same old Laundromat, going down the narrow residential street, the road ending at a tunnel which went under the train tracks and the freeway, coming out to Edgewater Park, right at the beach.
About halfway down the same street before they got to the tunnel, a small white dog suddenly ran out from a driveway next to one of the houses, running across the street, racing up to the girls, barking at them like crazy.
” Ha…look at that fucken stupid little animal!”, said Trudy.
” Piece of shit…that’s what it is.”, replied Jane, drinking more of the beer.
Quickly, Trudy kicked the thing in the face with her right boot, Jane doing the same, causing the creature to change its tune from aggression to fear, the animal letting out a painful yelp, finally running back across the street, back to the house from where it came. However, a second later, some guy charged out the front door, yelling, ” Hey…why did you have to hurt my dog?”
” Fuck your dog…and fuck you too.”, yelled Trudy in response.
” You didn’t have to hurt it…it’s just a little animal…it didn’t hurt you!”
” It’s a mutt…a piece of shit!”, exclaimed Jane.
” It’s bleeding…there’s blood running down it’s mouth!”
Trudy hollered back, ” There should be blood running down your mouth.”
” Get the hell outta here…bitch…you look like you’re drunk…go away or I’ll call the cops!”
” Fuck you…here…take a look at this!”, said Trudy as she quickly finished off the beer, threw the bottle to the side, and then raised up her T-shirt, exposing her two nice, firm, and succulent tits!
For the next ten seconds, the man said nothing, he only stared away until Jane yelled out, ” Ha…the asshole’s speechless…looks like he likes you.”
A dirty grin on her face, the brunette said, ” Five bucks and you can suck ‘em…c’mon…how about it?”
The man didn’t know what to say when suddenly the front door opened up again and out stepped some woman, saying, ” What’s going on here…, Earl?”
” Ah…those girls kicked our dog.”
When she saw Trudy with her breasts exposed, the woman started yelling, ” Get outta here…you two bitches…LEAVE!”
“What’s wrong…”, said Trudy, “…you ugly hag…worried that I’ll steal him from you…ha, ha!”
” GET OUTTA HERE…NOW!”
” Fuck you…bitch!”, screamed Jane as she also finished off her beer, throwing the bottle straight across the street, right up on the couple’s front porch, the glass thing striking a wall next to the front window, the bottle’s broken pieces all crashing down on the wooden porch!
The woman continued screaming, ” YOU DRUNKEN PIECE OF GARBAGE…GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!”
” Fuck you…bitch…here…KISS MY ASS!”, cried Trudy as she lowered her shirt again and then turned around, arched herself forward a little, and finally tapped her butt.
Looking at the guy, Jane yelled, ” She’s got a nice ass…doesn’t she…better than your ugly wife’s butt…here…I’ll turn around too…stare at my ass as well…like what you see?”
Again, the woman yelled back, ” If you two whores aren’t gone in five seconds…I’ll call the police!”
” Oh fuck you…bitch…yea, yea…we’re going…we’re going!”
The two girls turned around and continued on their way, looking back now and then, giving the couple the middle finger and yelling, ” Fuck you…go to hell…fuck you!”
Finally, Jane remarked, ” What a couple of jerks.”
” Yea…first their stinken dog barks at us…then they bark at us…, what shit heads…I hope they die.”
” Yea…then I hope they burn in hell!”
” Well…whatever…here’s the tunnel.”
Moving along, the girls strolled into the dark tunnel, going under the railroad tracks, after which they went down a flight of stone steps and then entered the second tunnel going under the shoreway until finally they came out into the park, walking the short distance directly to the beach, a nice gentle breeze blowing in from the lake as the sun was just ready to set.
” Man is this place neat or what?” mentioned Trudy as she ran up to the water’s edge, Jane following her, the brunette jumping up and down now, enjoying the place.
They walked along the beach until they reached a set of large rocks which extended directly out into the water, dividing the huge beach in two. For the next half hour, Jane and Trudy just hung around the area, throwing stones in the water, running back and forth, talking about all kinds of nonsense, just funning around until they finally strolled away from the water toward a gravel walkway, following the path up a hill, going to the upper part of Edgewater Park, where they passed a huge shelter house and eventually approached another tunnel, this one going under the shoreway where it ends and becomes Clifton Aveune, intersecting Lake Avenue.
After they went under the tunnel and were back on Lake, the girls were west of where they lived. Therefore, they headed east on Lake, going back toward 83rd street. They walked under a green railroad bridge that went over Lake Avenue and entered a small corner store on the south side of the street. Inside the place, they bought a bottle of whisky and were on their way again, crossing the street, going back to their place. After they past the West 85th Street intersection, the girls strolled past an old small school building with a playground and a huge grassy field behind it. Finally, they reached 83rd, went down the street, turned into Baker, and then entered their house again.
Since it was already dark out, Trudy turned on a lamp in the livingroom next to the sofa and both girls entered the kitchen, again turning on a light, when they fired up fresh cigarettes and each girl got herself a glass, pouring herself a drink, and returning to the livingroom afterward, where they put a “45” on the record player and the song ” Mrs. Brown You’ve got a Lovely Daughter” played forth. They parked their nice butts to the couch and drank the booze, Trudy asking, “So what do you wanna do tomorrow?”
” I don’t know…some of the same shit…isn’t there supposed to be one of our “clients” coming over tomorrow?”
” Yea…that guy Sam…if I remember right…he’ll be here at five.”
” He comes once a month…doesn’t he?”
” Yea…he’s the guy who likes to be pissed on.”
” That’s fun…I like doing that…piss in some guys face…I wonder why they like that…I mean…I don’t think I’d like it if someone pissed on me…peeing on someone is great…getting pissed on isn’t.”
Trudy looked at the blond and said, ” Hey…I don’t know what goes on in their heads…it’s only good they’re that way…it makes us money…money without sex…if you wanna call femdom “not sex”.”
” Guess that’s all you can say…it’s a mystery…but like you said…it makes us fucken money.”
” And that’s what’s important…money.”
The record went to the next song, playing “Wild thing” from The Troggs.
Quickly, drunken Jane raised her ass and jumped up, saying, ” Hey yea…, cool…I love this song…neat!”
As the music played along, the blond started dancing around the livingroom, the cigarette in one hand, the drink in the other, shaking her hips back and forth, moving with the measures, repeating the words on the record.
It didn’t take long and the girl was all over the livignroom, bumping into the walls, knocking a stool over, and just acting like a complete jerk.
” Hey Jane…take it easy…you’re knocking everything over.”
” Can’t help myself…I love that fucken song…turns me on!”
Shaking her head, the brunette just sat there and smoked away, watching the drunken blond make a fool of herself, swaying back and forth, dancing and staggering all over the room!
Suddenly, the kitchen phone rang.
” Fuck…like always…it rings when I’m having a good old fucken time!”, exclaimed Jane as she went into the kitchen, picked up the phone, and said, ” Yea?”
” Um…is Jill there?”, asked some lady.
” You got the wrong number…bitch…watch what you’re doing the next time.”
” Hey…you don’t have to get so rude!”
” Fuck you.”, replied Jane, hanging up the phone.
Back in the livingroom, Trudy changed the record, the song “Can’t Get No Satisfaction” coming from the stereo.
” Who was it?”, asked Trudy.
” No one…just some stupid bitch calling the wrong number.”
” Oh…OK…”, said Trudy.
Trudy picked up her drink again and started dancing around to the music, turning up the stereo’s volume higher and higher. For the next two minutes, the girls danced away in the livingroom when suddenly from the house next door located at the corner, they heard some guy yell, ” Hey…turn that shit down!”
A pissed off expression on the brunette’s face, the girl strolled out to the front porch, looked over at her neighbor’s place, and screamed, ” Fuck you.., asshole…I’ll play my fucken stereo as loud as I fucken feel like!”
” I said turn that crap down.”, yelled the same guy.
Out on the porch now as well, Jane hollered over, ” Why get mad at us…just come over and join us…ha, ha!”
” Not with you two whores…I know what you are!”
” Fuck you…you’re just afraid of your fat ugly wife…that’s all.”, replied Jane.
” Don’t give me your crap…now turn that noise down!”
” Make me…asshole…make me!”
” Oh yea…don’t make me call the cops…because if I do…I’m gonna tell ‘em all about other things beside just noise.”
” Like what?”, cried Trudy.
” Like I said before…I know what you are…all those strange guys coming here every other day or whatever…it’s so obvious what you two are…now turn it down or I’ll call the police…I mean it!”
Seconds later, the guy’s wife came outside as well, seeing the two girls stand there, yelling over at them too, saying, ” That’s right…turn it down or we’ll report you!”
” If you do that…”, said Trudy, “…I’ll seduce your husband…and looking at you…that shouldn’t be too hard!”
Insulted, the fat short-haired blond screamed, ” I mean it…turn it down or we’ll do whatever it takes to put you in jail!”
” All right…lady…just relax…take it easy…we’ll turn it down.”, said Jane as she went back inside, followed by the dark-haired girl.
After Jane turned down the stereo, Trudy said, ” Man…what a fucken bitch…those two are real assholes.”
” I know…they’re so “not cool”…I wonder what kind of sex they’re into?”
” I don’t know…maybe nothing…maybe they don’t know how to do it.”
” Looking at her…I believe it…why would any guy wanna fuck her…, man is that bitch ugly!”
” She’s just jealous because we’re good looking and she’s ugly.”
” Yep…she’s afraid we’ll take her husband.”
” Maybe we should really do that…you know…go over there one day when he’s alone…knock on his door…when he answers, show him our tits…see what happens.”
” Yea…but I don’t think that’s a good idea…because when she finds out…she’ll call the fucken pigs and tell ‘em about “prostitution” and shit…we might get busted.”
” Yea…ah…you’re right…so what else do you wanna do for the rest of the evening?”
” Why don’t we just watch something on TV?”
” OK.”
Jane went over to the stereo, turned it off, returned the records, and then grabbed the TV guide from the coffee table, looking through the pages until she found the appropriate time and date, finally saying, ” Hey yea…, in ten minutes this movie starts, “The Thing”…it’s on channel three.”
” OK…I’ll be in the kitchen and make some coffee and popcorn.”
” All right.”
While the brunette was in the kitchen, Jane turned on the TV and then flopped her nice butt to the sofa, firing up a fresh cigarette in the process. At last, right when the movie started, the brunette came out to the livignroom with two cups of coffee, giving one to Jane and setting the other down to the table, after which she returned to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of salted popcorn, placing the thing down to the coffee table as well, finally parking her ass at the other end of the sofa, taking up her coffee cup, drinking away at the black brew.
For the next two hours, the girls watched the movie, drank coffee, and ate all the popcorn, getting up now and then during the commercials, going upstairs to the bathroom for a piss. Finally, at midnight, the movie ended and the girls got up off the couch, turned off the TV, and then staggered over to the steps, going upstairs, Jane yawning while saying, ” Man…am I fucken tired…can’t wait till I get to bed.”
” Me too…but I wanna take a bath first.”
” OK…I’ll take one after you.”
Each girl went into her separate room. When Jane entered her chamber, the blond simply threw herself down to the bed, just laying there. In Trudy’s room, the brunette took off all her clothes, lowered her hairs, and then grabbed her pajamas, finally strolling into the bathroom at the far end of the upstairs hall, closing the door behind her.
Trudy turned on the water and filled up the tub, after which the naked young lady lowered her nice ass into the warm water, leaning herself back, just sitting there for a while until she grabbed the nearby bar of soap and started cleaning herself, finally washing her hair. When the girl was done, she rinsed herself, got out of the tub, blow dried her dark mane, put on her pajamas, and left the bathroom, saying, ” OK Jane…it’s all yours.”
Nothing, Trudy didn’t hear a thing from the blond’s room, causing the brunette to go over and look in on her friend, seeing Jane lay there on the bed, her clothes still on, the blond fast asleep.
Shrugging her shoulders, Trudy simply remarked to herself, ” Oh well…pleasant dreams…guess you’ll take a bath tomorrow morning.”
Trudy turned around and went to her bedroom, closing the door behind her, turning off the light, and finally crawling into bed. It didn’t take long and Trudy was out as well, both girls sleeping through the night, Cleveland’s streets all deserted now, the only sound was that of the wind as a gentle breeze blew through Trudy’s half open bedroom window.
Chapter 2
At eight the next morning, Trudy woke up and slowly crawled out of bed, finally standing herself up, holding her head, mumbling to herself, ” Man…feel like fucken shit.”
With a slight hangover, the young lady strolled out of her room and down the upstairs hall, after which she entered the bathroom, closed the door, turned around before the toilet, lowered her pajama pants, and finally parked her nice ass to the seat, taking a piss. Finished with her business, the attractive brunette flushed, got up, pulled up her pajama pants, washed her hands, and finally left the bathroom, returning to her bedroom where she took off her night clothes and dressed herself in another black T-shirt, a fresh pair of blue jeans, and of course her black western boots. Standing before the mirror above the dresser, Trudy raised her dark mane back to the top of her head with a few pins. Done with everything, the sexy lady left the room and slowly went downstairs, where she fired up a fresh cigarette and started brewing some coffee, preparing a bowl of cereal for herself as well.
After the pot of coffee was finished cooking, Trudy poured herself a cup and drank some of it, pumping caffeine into her system, making her feel a little better, causing the brunette to go over to an old vacuum tube radio in the same kitchen and turn the thing on, the song “Red Rubber Ball” coming from the speaker.
” Hey…perfect song for this time of day…the sun is really rising like a red rubber ball…what a neat coincidence.”
Finished with the coffee, Trudy poured herself another cup and took it upstairs to Jane’s room, the brunette kneeling before the bed’s edge, shaking the blond who was still in yesterday’s clothes.
” Jane…wake up…time to get up.”
The blond’s eyes slowly opened followed by, ” What the fuck do you want…let me sleep…I feel so tired.”
” Here…drink this…there’s more coffee downstairs.”
A few seconds later, Jane sat up and took hold of the coffee, quickly downing the black brew, eventually saying, ” Thanks…now I feel a little better.”
” No problem…looks like you fell asleep with your clothes on.”
Looking down at herself, the blond said, ” Yea…seems that way…doesn’t it…well…guess I’ll just take a bath and get ready for another day…, another day of what?”
” I don’t know…we got that one guy coming over at five…I think I’ll clean up the place before he comes.”
“OK”
After she got out of bed, Jane fired up a cigarette and followed the brunette downstairs to the kitchen where she joined Trudy for breakfast. Finished eating, the blond returned upstairs, took a bath, and then went into similar clothes again, also raising her hairs back up in place.
Jane went back downstairs and both girls just sat there at the kitchen table for the next fifteen minutes, drinking more coffee and smoking a bunch of cigarettes. Seeing the half empty booze bottle still on the kitchen table, Jane reached for it, saying, ” Think I’ll just pour myself a drink for the heck of it.”
” All right…me too.”
Each girl had a shot of whiskey when Trudy put the bottle in the refrigerator and strolled out to the livingroom, coming back with the empty popcorn bowl, and the other stuff left over from last night. Putting it all in the kitchen sink, Trudy said, ” OK…I’ll start cleaning up this fucken joint…so what are you gonna do?”
” Ah…why don’t I go shopping…the supermarket’s open by now…I’ll drive up to Pick-N-Pay and get some stuff.”
” All right…yea…that’s a good idea.”
” So what do you need?”
” I don’t know…open the fridge and take a look…guess that’s the best way to tell.”
Giving Trudy a sarcastic grin, the blond got up and went over to the kitchen counter and took up a small piece of paper and a pen, finally going over to the refrigerator, opening it, and looking inside, writing down whatever she thought was missing or simply needed. After closing the icebox, Jane added a few more items to the list and then asked, ” Do we got enough laundry detergent?”
” Yea…I think so…and that reminds me…we gotta make a wash…stop at the Laundromat.”
” Um…let’s do that tomorrow or the day after that.”
” OK…but it’s gotta be done soon…I only got two or three fresh panties left…everything else is in the hamper.”
” No problem.”
Finally, Jane was done with the list when she said, ” OK…I’ll be going now…I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
” OK…have fun.”
Jane strolled out the front door, taking in the nice May morning air as she went over to the old Impala and lowered her beautiful ass behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove off, going on Lake Avenue where she drove up to Detroit and headed up to West 65th street, turned right, drove two blocks to Franklin Avenue, and finally pulled into the Pick-N-pay lot, after which she obviously killed the engine and strolled into the supermarket.
Back at the house, Trudy poured some dish wash liquid into the sink, turned on the water, and then washed the dishes. After everything was all clean, Trudy went upstairs to a small closet in the hallway and removed a canister type vacuum cleaner, using it to vacuum the whole place, starting with the bathroom, the two bedrooms, the upstairs hall, the steps, and finally the downstairs area, eventually returning the thing where she got it from. She scrubbed up the bathroom fixtures, mopped the kitchen, and did a few other things until she had the place all set, after which she poured herself a cup of coffee, got a beer from the refrigerator, fired up a fresh cigarette, and went out to the livingroom, where she put a record on the turntable, the song “Flowers on the Wall” playing away.
Just sitting there, the young lady did nothing except finish off the beer, smoke more cigarettes, and listened away to the music, expecting her friend to arrive soon. However, over an hour later, Trudy looked at her watch and said to herself, ” Where the hell is she…she never took this long before to shop…what’s the hold up?”
At a casual pace, the brunette raised her perfect ass from the livingroom’s sofa and strolled out to the porch, looking down to the corner of Baker and 83rd, seeing no one.
” Hmmmm…where is she?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the dark-haired dominatrix simply parked her butt on the old worn out porch sofa and waited, obviously smoking more cigarettes. Finally, after another fifteen minutes,. Trudy saw the blue Impala come around the corner, the blond parking the thing in front of the house afterward, getting out of the car, going to the rear of the old rusted thing where she opened the trunk, grabbed two shopping bags, and yelled over to the brunette, ” C’mon…help me with the other two bags!”
Getting off her pretty ass, Trudy approached the car, saying, ” It’s about time…what the hell took you so fucken long?”
” I’ll tell you inside.”
A suspicious look on her face, Trudy nevertheless replied, ” OK…whatever.”
Trudy grabbed the remaining groceries, closed the trunk, and then followed Jane back into the house, where they entered the kitchen and placed everything on the table. As Trudy reached into one of the bags and started removing things, putting the stuff away, the brunette asked, ” OK…so what took you so long?”
A deviant smile on her face, the sexy blond reached into her black leather purse and produced a small clear plastic bag filled with white powder, placing the same bag down on the kitchen table.
” What’s that?”, asked Trudy.
” What does it look like?”
” OK…well…yea…but where’d you get it…who sold it to you?”
” I was up at the supermarket and…”
” Yea?”
” This guy came up to me…asked me how I was doing…he tried to start a conversation with me…but I told him where to go.”
” OK…so what?”
” When he realized he wasn’t getting anywhere with me he left.”
” Yea?”
” But after I was done shopping and went out to the parking lot, putting the shit in the car, he came up to me again and said his name is Kevin…ask me if I was interested in buying some dope.”
” Why would he ask you that?”
” That’s kind of what I ask him at first myself…he just said he’s got a good “sense” about people when he sees ‘em.”
” And you bought something…obviously.”
” Yea…it’s just for one time…we’ll try it out tonight…after that “client” of ours leaves…then we’ll see what it does.”
Shaking her head, Trudy asked, ” And how much did it cost?”
” Just twenty five bucks.”
Looking down at the cocaine, Trudy finally said, ” Well…OK…guess one time won’t hurt…all right…let’s get “high” tonight…see what it’s like…maybe it’s better than booze…ha, ha!”
After all the groceries were put away, Jane placed the plastic bag to one corner of the kitchen counter and simply left it there, both girls finally going out to the livingroom where Trudy put on a different record, hearing the song “Cherish”.
They just sat there for a while until they returned to the kitchen and ate lunch, again going back to the livingroom and listening to more music, Trudy taking up a newspaper, reading it just to kill time. Eventually, at four, they ate a quick supper and then went upstairs where they took off their clothes and each girl got dressed in her black leather dominatrix outfit, coming back downstairs again, Trudy taking up the whip, flicking it back and forth.
” This guy, Sam…he was here before…he’s the guy who likes to get pissed on…right?”
” Yea…that’s right…”, said Jane, “…OK…I’ll go down to the basement and get the tarp.
At a casual pace, the blond strolled into the kitchen area over to a door which she opened and then went down a flight of steps, flicking a light switch in the process. She walked over to a large five by seven foot blue tarp hung from the basement ceiling. The girl took the thing off its hooks and went upstairs to the livingroom with it, stretching it out on the floor almost directly before the sofa.
” OK…let’s drink lots of water…he’ll be here in no time.”
In the kitchen again, Jane and Trudy drank a couple of glasses of water each, filling themselves up!
Back in the livingroom, the two dominatrices parked their butts on the sofa and just sat there, waiting for the guy to arrive. After a few more minutes went by, someone was on the front porch ringing the doorbell, causing Jane to get up and go over, letting the thirty three year old man in.
” Hi ladies…I’m back again…back for another session…my once a month punishment…ha, ha!”
A dirty smile on her lips, Jane said, ” OK…and we’re all filled up too…I really gotta take a piss right now…real bad!”
” Me too.”, said Trudy, still sitting on the couch, firing up a fresh cigarette.
As the guy stood there in the livingroom, he removed some money from his pocket, giving the blond a hundred bucks.
” Where’s the tip like you always give us?”, asked Jane.
” Oh yea…”, answered Sam, “…here you go.”
He gave the blond twenty more dollars when Jane next said, ” OK…now take off all your clothes.”
” All right.”
In no time, the man was all naked, going down to his knees, when Trudy got up off her ass and pointed down at the tarp, saying, ” Crawl over here, lay down on it…face the ceiling.”
” Can I kiss your ass first, Trudy?”
” OK…but make it fast…because I really gotta pee.”
Quickly, the brunette rotated her frame and then pulled her black leather panties down to her thighs, after which Sam crawled over to the woman and started kissing her backside, doing it over and over!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He really went at it, saying, ” You got a real beautiful ass, Mistress…a real nice butt!”
” Of course I do…are you done yet?”
” Just a little longer…please!”
Making a sigh, the brunette shifted her weight, fired up another cigarette, and just stood there, turning her head back now and then, looking down at the guy. Finally, the man said, ” All right…I’m done.”
” It’s about time.”, remarked Trudy as she watched him lay down on the large tarp, facing the ceiling.
Slowly, the dark-haired girl squatted over his head, lowering her ASS and PUSSY right above his mouth. A second later, the dominatrix started peeing, pissing right on his head!
” Man…look at that, it’s all running down the side of his neck!”, said Jane, just standing there, watching the whole thing.
Feeling better, Trudy said, ” Oh does that feel good…finally get to pee…what a relief!”
PISS! PISS! PISS!
The yellow stuff gushed from Trudy’s nice hairy pussy with a thick even flow, spraying down at the guy for almost a whole minute until the young lady was finally done. And all the while, during the whole time she peed on him, the man played away with his cock, getting off at his own humiliation!
When Trudy was finished, the brunette stood up again, pulled up her black panties, and then stepped away, allowing the blond to take position next, the light-haired girl also squatting over his face. Just like Trudy,. Jane peed away, peeing down at him, saying, “Piss on you…jerk…piss on you…ha, ha!”
After the blond was done with her business, she pulled her dominatrix panties back up and then stepped a few feet away from the tarp, watching him sit upright, his whole head and neck wet with piss! Taking up the whip, Trudy started striking him, yelling over and over, ” Fuck you…you’re nothing but a piece of shit…sitting there in our piss…what a fucken loser!”
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
She cracked the whip across his back, screaming, ” WHAT A LOSER…A JERK…PISS ON YOU…PISS ON YOU!”
This all went on for the next ten minutes as Jane slowly strolled upstairs and came back with a pair of her dirty white panties that she removed from the hamper, throwing them toward the guy, saying, ” Here…sniff it…lick the crotch area…lick my panties.”
He took her underwear and did exactly what she told him to do, sticking his face into it, sniffing away at the blond’s lingerie, hearing from Trudy, ” Look at him…ha, ha…he really likes it…like I said…what a fucken loser…ha, ha!”
While he smelled and licked Jane’s panties, Trudy kept it up with the whip.
STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!
By this time, his whole back was turning read. However, it didn’t seem to bother him, his attention totally absorbed by Jane’s underwear!
The session went on and on until Jane looked at her watch and said, ” OK…times up…go upstairs and shower off…then come back and get dressed.
” Yes Mistress.”, replied Sam, doing exactly what she said.
When he returned from upstairs, he put his clothes back on and said, ” OK ladies…that was pretty good…I’ll be back again next month.”
” Glad to hear that…well…we’ll see you then.”, answered the brunette, escorting him to the door, where he went outside, got in his car, and left.
” It sure takes all kinds…doesn’t it”, said Trudy, talking to her friend in the livingroom, both of them standing before the pissed up tarp, looking down at it.
After firing up a fresh cigarette, Jane said, ” So who’s gonna clean this thing off and hang it up?”
” I’ll do it…just pick up your underwear and take it back up to the hamper.”
” He really like it…did you see the way he sniffed ‘em?”
” No kidding.”
Trudy squatted before the blue tarp and folded it twice, making sure none of the piss ran out as she carried it, finally taking it back down in the basement where the dominatrix stretched it out on the concrete floor by a nearby sewer. Taking up a hose afterward, she turned on the water and sprayed it down, cleaning it off. In the end, Trudy hung it back up to dry, returning upstairs, going up to her room where she changed back into her T-shirt, jeans, and western boots, Jane doing the same.
Back downstairs in the livingroom, Trudy went up to the stereo and put another record on the player, the song “Ticket to Ride” coming forth, the girl excited by the measures as she fired up a cigarette and joined her friend in the kitchen, where the blond was preparing something to eat for both of them, a fresh pot of coffee brewing on the stove. When Jane was finished cooking a few small pieces of steak and potatoes, she sat down at the table together with Trudy and both girls ate.
” Good stuff…I like it.”, remarked the brunette.
” Oh yea…but it’s not gonna be as good as you know what!”
” So you really wan try that stuff?”
” Of course…that’s why I bought it…don’t worry…we’ll just do it once…that’s all.”
” Is there anything good on TV tonight?”, asked Trudy.
” I don’t know…wait…let me look at the TV guide.”
Jane raised her nice butt and strolled out to the livingroom where she took up the thing and went to the page she was looking for, finally yelling back at her dark-haired friend, ” Yea…at eight…there’s a good movie… “On the Beach” .”
After the blond returned to the kitchen and parked her ass to the chair, Trudy said, ” I heard of that movie before…doesn’t it star Gregory Peck?”
” Yea…it does.”
” Isn’t it about a nuclear war or something like that?”
” Ah…yea…that’s right…if I remember right…it’s about this submarine captain who goes to Australia where that’s the only place where people didn’t get killed by the war…but in the end, everyone contracts radiation sickness…so they all take poison and kill themselves.”
” That’s something…can you imagine that…the end of everything…what a way to go.”
” It wouldn’t be a great loss…”, remarked Jane, “…I mean…look at us…ha, ha…a couple of high school drop outs who “work” as whores…we’re the perfect model for humanity…don’t you think?”
” We ain’t whores…we’re dominatrices.”
” Ha ha…that’s very funny, Trudy…c’mon…we’re nothing but two losers…born in Cleveland…dropped out of West Tech and then did nothing until we discovered all that femdom shit…quit our cheap bullshit jobs…moved in together…and here we are.”
” Yea…but there’s a difference between a dominatrix and a whore.”
” What?”
” We don’t have sex…there’s no…well…penetration…the guys don’t fuck us and stuff.”
” Yea…but we sell sexual favors…the whole thing is sexual…right?”
” Would you call kissing boots a sexual thing?”
” Ah…well…it depends on the situation.”
” We’re not whores.’, insisted Trudy.
Making a sigh, Jane said, ” OK…fine…we’re not whores.”
Slowly, the blond got up and went over to the refrigerator and removed the booze bottle, pouring herself a drink, saying, ” You want one too?”
” Yea…OK.”
Jane poured Trudy a glass of whisky and the brunette drank it down, after which Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette, finally saying, ” Who’s turn is it to wash the fucken dishes…I did ‘em the last time…remember?”
” I’ll do ‘em.”
” OK.”, said the brunette when she got up and slowly strolled into the livingroom, shaking her ass back and forth a little to the sound of the music, the record still playing.
Out in the kitchen, attractive Jane got busy with the table, placing all the dirty dishes in the sink, finally washing everything until the blond was finished, after which the girl dried her hands, removed two straws from one of the drawers, and then reached for the small plastic bag full of white powder, taking it out to the livingroom, where she found Trudy sitting on the sofa, listening to the last song on the record, the brunette smoking away at her cigarette. Taking a seat next to the dark-haired girl, Jane leaned forward a little and poured out some of the cocaine to the top of the coffee table, handing one of the straws to her friend, saying, ” Well…this is it…let’s try it.”
Leaning forward as well, Trudy killed her cigarette in a nearby ashtray and moved one end of the straw to her nose, moving the other end to the powder, finally sniffing up some of the stuff.
” Well…what do you feel?”, asked Jane.
Trudy leaned herself back in the couch and then said, ” I…I feel like I’m…I’m so good…like I got a ton of energy and it’s getting stronger.”
Hearing this, Jane started sniffing some of the powder too, also leaning herself back in the sofa, saying, ” Yea…you’re right…I feel so alive…so cool…so alive…alive!”
Again, both girls sniffed some of the dangerous drug. They got up and went into the kitchen, returning with the same bottle of booze together with two glasses.
” Let’s finish off the booze too!”, said Jane.
” Yea…get drunk…it’ll be great!”
As fast as they could, they each had two drinks, when Trudy went over to the record shelf and got another album, putting it down to the turntable, finally hearing something from the Beatles, ” I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”
The music’s beat caused their hearts to race even faster as the cocaine and booze flowed through their veins, charging them up, making them dance around the livingroom!
” Hey…this shit’s cool, man!”, exclaimed Trudy.
” The dope or the record?”
” Both…never felt this way before!”
The song’s lyrics roared away from the speakers, the girls singing with it now, repeating the words as they danced, holding hands now and then, jumping all over the room, bumping into the walls, even knocking things over!
“WEE…WEE…WEEEEEE!!”, cried Trudy as she finally fell over and flopped herself down on the couch, again reaching for the straw, snorting up more of the drug, pouring herself another drink as well.
After Jane did the same, the two young ladies were at it again, dancing and jumping all over the place.
” So are we gonna watch that movie tonight?”, asked Trudy with some sarcasm in her voice.
” I don’t know…I don’t think I can sit still.”
” I know what you mean…this fucken shit is great!”
For the next four and a half hours, Jane and Trudy did nothing but dance around the livingroom, listening to one record after another, going through a bunch of groups from the Turtles to the Beach Boys, until Jane finally said, ” What time is it anyway…I’m not even tired?”
Looking up at the livingroom clock, the brunette answered with, ” It’s eleven already.”
” Man…does time fucken fly…so what do you wanna do…I wanna go out!”
” Let’s just bum around…in the dark…snort more of that shit…then stop at the bar…get more booze…then go here and there.”
” OK…cool…let’s do it!”
Quickly, the two girls knelt down before the coffee table and snorted more coke. Full of energy again, the girls fired up fresh cigarettes, after which Jane went out to the kitchen and came back with two beer cans, giving one to the brunette, obviously keeping the other. Reaching for the little battery powered AM transistor radio, Trudy secured it to her belt and both girls were all set, walking over to the front door, stepping out into the night, locking the door behind them.
As they went down the front steps, it was like they were stepping into a dream, a fantasy world, the drug’s effect making everything look “wonderful” again. The stars up in the night sky seemed brighter and the air had this “feeling” to it, making everything glow with a pulsating euphoric sensation that uplifted each girl, giving her a false sense of total bliss.
” I feel like Alice in Wonderland!”, yelled Jane as she jumped up and down a few times, drinking some of the beer and sucking away at her cigarette.
” I feel so great…like I can do anything…it’s perfect…this is gonna be a perfect night…real neat!”
Down Baker went the two cunts, walking the few hundred feet to the intersection where they turned right and then strolled up the one block to Lake, turning left now, walking up the street when suddenly a car pulled up along side the curb and some guy asked, ” Wanna hop in?”
Trudy looked at the guy and screamed, ” Fuck you…asshole!”
” Jump in the lake…whore!”, replied the man as he finally drove off.
Reaching down to the ground, the brunette picked up a small rock and threw it after the car, more as a gesture than anything else, missing the car which was already hundreds of feet away.
” What a fucken jerk…mother fucker!”
” Yea…he can kiss my ass!”, replied Jane.
” Well…who cares…there’s a cool song on the radio now…here…, I’ll turn it up.
From the speaker came Roy Orbison’s ‘ Pretty Woman.”
” Hey…he’s singing about us!”, exclaimed Trudy after she took another sip of the beer, firing up a fresh cigarette afterward.
” He better be singing about us…because we are pretty…there’s no doubt about that.”
” Real pretty…like this…”, said Trudy as she handed Jane her beer for a moment and then raised up her T-shirt, pulling down at her bra as well, exposing her tits, turning toward the street now, showing off her two succulent mounds to the traffic!
In no time, another car pulled to the curb with some guy asking, ” Hey…want a ride?”
Pulling her bra and shirt back in place, Trudy laughed and mocked the guy, saying, ” Ha ha…fooled you…made you pull over!”
” C’mon…get in!”
” Fuck you…get the hell away from me.”
A frustrated expression on the man’s face, he mumbled, ” Cunt.”
” Disappear!”, screamed Trudy, causing him to drive away.
” Guess you just proved we’re pretty.”
” That’s right…and how long did it take me to attract someone?”, asked the brunette.
” As soon as you exposed your tits…it didn’t take half a minute.”
” Yep…I’m sure pretty.”
” You mean WE’RE pretty.”
” Then prove it…see how long it takes for you to get a car to stop.”
” OK…why not…here…hold all this.”, said Jane, giving both cans to the dark-haired girl.
Like Trudy, the blond exposed her tits to the night’s air and then strolled over to the curb, showing her breast to the cars going by! However, it took over two minutes until someone stopped, this guy also offering them a “ride”. And again, they mocked him, eventually causing him to drive off with an angry expression on his face.
” Ha ha…”, said Trudy, “…it took longer for you to get someone.”
” Fuck you.”
” Ha ha…I’m better looking…that changes the old saying about blonds.”
” What are you talking about?”
” You heard the story about “blonds have more fun”…guys prefer blonds.”
” They do.”, replied Jane, defiance in her voice.
” That’s bullshit…the only true story about blonds is that they’re all stupid.”
” You saying I’m stupid or something?’, asked Jane as she lowered her bra and shirt, covering her tits.
” All right, Jane…c’mon…I was just kidding you.”
A smile on her lips now, Jane said, ” OK…just give me back my beer.”
” Sure.”, answered the brunette, giving Jane the can.
They strolled along until the girls finished off the beer, throwing the empty cans to the side, going on their way, still walking up Lake Avenue, approaching Armstrong’s Laundromat, the place located at the north west corner of Lake and 76th street.
” You wanna go in and get a pop?”, asked Trudy.
” Sure…why not?”
After they went up to the front entrance, Trudy suddenly said, ” Shit…it’s closed.”
” Well yea…it’s already half past eleven.”
” OK…whatever…let’s keep going.”
A few moments later, they turned into Detroit and walked another block until they reached 74th street, where they entered the same bar they were at yesterday, quickly going to the rear of the place, Trudy entering the lavatory first while Jane waited by the door until her friend was done, both girls taking a piss. When they were finished, both bitches went up to the bar, Trudy saying to the bartender, ” Two bottles of whiskey…you know…the small flat ones…so I can stick in in my pocket.”
” Yea OK…”, said the bartender, also, saying, “…and then leave…, all right?”
” Yea, yea…asshole…here’s your fucken money…we’ll be leaving.”
” Good…and now here’s your booze…get wasted…just do it some where else.”
” Fuck you…kiss my ass!”, replied Trudy after she gave him the cash and took the two twelve ounce bottles, giving one to Jane.
Outside again, the girls headed back in the direction from which they came, walking along Detroit until they reached Lake again, where they crossed the street, headed back down to west 83rd.
” I hate that bartender.”, remarked Trudy.
” I know…he’s a real fuck…hate his guts myself.”
Strolling along the south side of Lake now, they eventually reached the west 83rd intersection but continued to go straight, passing a small beauty salon, Trudy saying, ” We’ve been living here for a year now, but we never went in there.”
” Who needs it…all you gotta do is wash your fucken hair once a week or so and raise it up high with a few pins every day.”
” Some women spend a fortune on their hair.”
” They’re assholes…fools…all they’re doing is making some other asshole rich.”
” Yea…that’s right…we’re different…we make people pay us…ha ha!”
” And that brings us back to that “whore” thing…right?’, said Jane.
” What?”
” About us being whores.”
” We’re not whores…I’m a dominatrix…and so are you.”
” We’re whores…admit it.”
” No we’re not.”
” Yes we are.”
” No we’re not whores.”
” OH yes we are.”
Making a sigh, Trudy simply said, ” Forget it…this conversation is stupid.”
” All right…and look…there’s the school.”, said Jane, the old building lit up a little by the nearby street lamps.
” How many rooms are in that place? It’s not a big school.”
” I think it’s got four…I think it only goes up to the fourth grade, something like that.”
” It’s got this playground behind it…then comes a big grassy field…the whole area’s surrounded by a fence.”
” Doesn’t the back of the field connect to that pool up on 85th street?”
” Yea it does…then there’s a small walkway between the fence around the pool and the fence around the school area.
” OK.”
Still walking down Lake, the girls eventually reached an intersection, where they made a right and strolled up West 85th Street, walking a quarter of a mile until they reached another grassy field, which was a small park in front of the same swimming pool they were just talking about, two large willow trees growing in the field’s center area.
” I like this place…here…let’s go up to those benches before the pool’s fence…let’s try to hop ‘em…one to the next.”, said Trudy.
All high from the cocaine, Trudy opened her booze bottle, took a drink, and then stepped on top of the first of several wooden benches secured to a concrete slab going along the pool’s outer perimeter, the inner part secured by a fence, the whole area all deserted now, except for the two girls. As Trudy started hopping from one bench to the other, the song, ” This Diamond Ring”, came from the radio still attached to the brunette’s waist. Even with the small radio, the song’s measures gently bounced and echoed off a few apartment buildings located at the other side of the pool, adding an extra touch of mystique to the night’s gothic air.
” Hey…look at that…I made it…jumped all the away across…from one fucken bench to the next.”, said the dark-haired girl.
After Jane drank some booze as well, she also got up on the first bench and started hopping, eventually making it all the way over to her friend.
” Ha, ha…I did it too.”, remarked Jane, taking another drink from the bottle.
The whiskey was having its additional effect on the two whores as another song came forth, ” You Lost that Loving Feeling” from the Righteous Brothers. And again, the music echoed into the distance a little, again mixing itself with the night’s air, the measures rolling forth, giving each young lady the feeling she was in some kind of “utopia”, a world where life and pleasure go on forever and ever!
” OH…is this place great…I love it….yes…yes!”, cried Trudy, taking in the atmosphere, the night “speaking” to her with it’s own “language”.
After the song ended, another tune obviously came along, ” We can Work it Out”, from the Beatles.
All drunk now, both girls got excited by the song as they ran into the grassy opening under the two large trees and started hopping around, trying to dance right, but only acting like two screwed up fools, a gentle breeze blowing now and then as the moon shined away up in the sky, “watching” them, “looking” down at the girls, maybe even “laughing” at them.
Every now and then, they would fall flat on their butts, getting up afterward, jumping around again, their brains all saturated with the coke and booze, feeling like nothing could hurt or stop them. Finally, Trudy strolled back to the benches and said, ” Let’s go over to the school yard…hang around there…we can have fun on the swings.”
“OK.”
After each girl fired up a fresh cigarette, they drank more booze and then strolled over to the passageway separating the swimming pool’s fence from the school yard’s fence. Walking along the narrow path for about a hundred feet or so, they next went through a small “doorway” in the school’s fence and finally found themselves in the other field, walking across the grass, headed to the concrete playground, the moon still shining bright and clear. And again, no one else was around, the two girls having the whole place to themselves. Eventually, they reached the swings behind the school building, parking their butts down, pressing their boots to the ground, finally, pushing themselves back and forth, swinging away, doing that for about five minutes until they stopped and just sat there, firing up fresh cigarettes again and drinking more whiskey.
” I wonder what’s in there…the school?”, asked Trudy, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke into the night’s quite and tranquil air.
” Just shit…desks, books…what else…there’s always a bunch of kids going in their every morning.”
” I know…but I wonder if there’s anything in there over a hundred years old.”
” I don’t know…who the fuck cares.”
” I wanna see.”
Trudy raised her ass from the swing and Jane followed, each girl holding her cigarette in one hand and the bottle in the other. They went up to a flight of steps attached to the building’s rear entrance. Pushing the flat booze bottle into her back pocket, Trudy pressed her forehead against the door’s glass window and looked inside, covering the side of her face with her right hand, saying, ” I don’t see anything except a hall and some charts and stuff…there’s a couple of doors…probably leading to the classrooms.
” That’s what I told you…nothing important.”
” Oh well…whatever.”, replied the brunette, reaching for the bottle again, taking another drink, after which they both sat down on the old wooden steps, smoking and drinking the time away.
” We really had some fun tonight.”, remarked the brunette.
” Yea…it sure beat sitting at home watching some movie.”
” It’s so peaceful here…let’s just sit here for a while.”
” OK.”
A minute later, Jane suddenly said, ” Um…I still say we’re whores.”
” Do we have to start with that shit again?”
” Seriously….a dominatrix is whore…really!”
” A dominatrix is not a whore…she’s something else.”
” What?”
” Like I said before…it’s all about domination…there’s no sex.”
” It’s all erotic…c’mon.”
” The femdom thing is more than just sexual urges…I know it’s connected with sex…but it’s a mental thing.”
” A mental thing?”
” Yea…most of the guys who come to us are smarter than the guys who go to the regular prostitutes…you should know that.”
” Just because they’re smarter doesn’t mean it’s not sex…and then you did call the others “regular prostitutes”, that means we’re just not “regular”…we’re just “different”…different prostitutes…therefore…, different whores…we’re whores…ha ha!”
” That’s not what I meant.”
” OH man, Trudy…we’re whores…a couple of fucken whores.”
” I’m a dominatrix…if you wanna call yourself a whore…then do it…just speak for yourself.”
” You’re a drunken slut and a whore just like me.”
” Ha, ha…very funny…there’s a difference between a dominatrix and a whore.”
” Prove it.”
” I told you before what the difference is.”
” The difference is crap.”
” The crap is in your head…you dumb blond.”
” Fuck you…bitch!”
” C’mon…stop this junk…I don’t wanna argue about that stuff again.”
” OK…whatever.”
” Good.”
For the next sixty seconds, no one said anything until Jane burst forth, ” What’s that?”
” What?”
” Over there…in the middle of the playground, looks like it came from the field.”
” It’s a dog…a little dog…probably on its way home or something…, I hate dogs.”
” So do I.”
” What are you doing?”, asked Trudy.
” Teach that fucken thing a lesson.”
Quickly, Jane pushed her whiskey bottle to her lips and finished off the stuff, after which she suddenly threw the empty glass thing, trying to hit the approaching animal. However, she missed, the bottle crashing to the concrete, busting up into a bunch of pieces, causing the dog to get angry, the animal growling and barking now.
” That’s not the way to do it.”, said Trudy as she stood up and also finished off her booze, also throwing the empty bottle at the dog, but this time the bottle hit the creature, making it run away into the dark.
A look of conceit in her eyes, Trudy said, ” That’s the way to do it.”
” Very good…now say it…go ahead.”
” Say what?”
” Tell me I can’t throw right because I’m a dumb blond.”
” OH C’mon…we’re both drunk…I was just kidding you…it was just a lucky shot…that’s all.”
” OK…whatever.”
They both sat back down on the steps and fired up fresh cigarettes, when Jane remarked, ” I don’t feel too good all of a sudden.”
” Yea…me too…I’m getting real tired.”
” My legs and arms feel real heavy now…like I was working real hard all day…I’m so weak…can’t even move.”
As the cocaine wore off, Jane and Trudy just sat there like two bags of dirt, leaning themselves back and smoking the rest of their cigarettes until a few minutes later they simply lost consciousness, falling to sleep, laying there on the steps, Trudy’s right hand hanging over the side. For the rest of the night, they did nothing but sleep and sleep, dreaming about this and that, just laying there like two real losers.
Chapter 3
Slowly, the brunette opened her eyes, quickly closing them as the morning light stung her puples, the early sun rising up over the horizon. Her whole body felt sore, a horrible feeling she never felt before in her life, a sensation that dug into her, making her depressed as if all the life was sucked right out of her. Suffering from her first cocaine hangover, not to mention the negative affects of too much booze, Trudy slowly raised herself when she suddenly heard, ” What are you two doing here?”
Her eyes still adjusting to the morning light, the brunette looked up and saw this attractive long-haired blond lady standing there dressed in a nice light blue skirt suit and blue high heeled shoes, the woman saying further, ” Clean up that glass over there…or I’ll call the police.”
By this time, Jane was also waking up, the blond girl saying, ” Oh man…feel like shit…what’s wrong with me…I feel sick.”
” Clean that glass up!”, insisted the woman.
” Who the hell are you?”, replied Trudy, a pissed off expression on her face.
” I’m a teacher here…I’m also this school’s principal…it’s almost eight…the kids’ll be here in less than an hour…I don’t want them to see you two drunken whores here…now clean up that glass and leave.”
” Kiss my ass, bitch.”, said Trudy.
” I mean it…young lady…I’m gonna call the police.”
” Piss on you.”, was all the brunette could say as she finally got to her feet.
However, Trudy’s hangover was so strong that it caused the brunette to fall forward, flat on her face, the girl’s head less than two feet from the teacher’s shoes. Before she could get up, Trudy suddenly felt real sick in her stomach. A second later, the dark-haired girl threw up, barfing her guts out like mad, the gross stuff spraying forth, some of it splashing right onto the principal’s shoes! Then it happened to Jane as well, right at the top of the steps, before the door, the blond threw up, barfing up all kinds of “shit”, making a real “nice” mess.
A real disgusted look on her face, the lady principal screamed, ” GET OUT OF HERE…BOTH OF YOU…FORGET THE GLASS…I’LL HAVE THE JANITOR DO IT…JUST LEAVE…GO!!”
” Yea, yea…just hold your horses.”, said Jane.
” If you’re not outta here in less than a minute…I’ll have the police here like I said…now go!”
Finally, after fifty seconds of intense effort, the two bitches eventually made it to their feet and walked away, walking over to the side of the school building, where they strolled through a short drive separating the school from the rest of the neigborbhood, both of them walking toward Lake Avenue. They crossed the street and strolled the short distance to 83rd. Jane and Trudy made a right and went down to Baker, turning right again when finally they made it back to their home, going up the front steps, where Trudy reached into her pocket, produced the keys, and they entered, flinging themselves down to the sofa, just sitting there for the next few minutes, holding there heads, feeling worst than ever.
” Man…do I feel like fucken shit.”, moaned Trudy, her nice ass parked to the cushion as she slouched herself back.
” Yea…I know what you mean…what a night…but it was fun…don’t you agree?”
” Guess so…if only I didn’t feel so bad now…then it would all be OK.”
” Whatever.”, replied the blond as she eventually pulled her butt off the sofa, fell to her knees, and then crawled over to the coffee table, kneeling in front of it, reaching for the plastic straw.
Looking over toward her friend, dark-haired Trudy asked, ” What the hell are you doing?”
” Snorting more of that stuff…what else could I be doing.”, answered the attractive blond.
Just like her friend, tired and worn out Trudy pulled her beautiful curvaceous ass from the sofa and went over to the wooden table, also snorting some of the cocaine, pumping energy into her system, getting rid of her hangover as the white powder worked itself into her veins. Finally, after using up more of the drug, the two girls were back “alive” as they got to their feet and Trudy remarked, ” Yep…it was a real fun night…now I feel like I could do it all over again!”
” We’ll go out again tonight…have more fun…hang out around the fucken pool some more.”, said Jane.
” OK…but now I gotta clean up…take a bath…put some clean clothes on…you know.”
” All right…you can use the bathroom first…I’ll make breakfast in the mean time.”
” Good…thanks.”, replied the brunette as she went up the steps, going to her room, where she entered and started taking off all her clothes, removing the boots first, taking off the jeans next, and then removing everything else until she was completely naked, throwing the “dirty” clothes into the hamper. The naked young lady grabbed a pair of fresh lingerie from her dresser drawer and then strolled out of her room, down the short upstairs hall, going into the bathroom. Inside the smaller chamber, Trudy sat down on the toilet and took a piss. Finished, she stepped into the tub and washed herself off completely, even her hair. When the girl was all done, she put on the clean underwear and returned to her room, putting on a fresh pair of jeans, a dark-colored T-shirt, and finally her western boots.
Using her electric hair dryer, Trudy blow dried her hair and raised her beautiful dark mane up to the top of her head as always. Looking good and feeling uplifted, the young lady went back downstairs and found Jane in the kitchen, the radio playing with the song ” Hello Goodbye” from the Beatles playing.
” That breakfast smells good.”, said Trudy as she took a seat.
” Yep…bacon and eggs…can’t beat that.”, answered Jane, removing everything from the stove, placing it to the table, and finally taking a seat herself.
” It’s good.”, said Trudy, giving her friend another compliment.
” Thanks…and when I’m done eating…I’ll go upstairs and take a bath too.”
” OK.”
While they ate, Trudy said, ” You know…we’re gonna need more of that shit…you know that…right?”
” I think I know what you’re talking about.”
” That’s right…we’re gonna get addicted to that stuff.”
” I’ll get some more…today.”
“You think you’ll find that Kevin guy again?”
” I think so…I bet he’s expecting me…knows we’ll want more.”
” OK…and while you’re at it…see if you can buy a gun from him…a gun with a silencer on it…a pistol.”
” Why?”, asked Jane, a look of concern and confusion on her face.
After swallowing some food, Trudy replied, ” We need a gun to get even with that fucken bitch…that damn cunt…that school teacher or principal…whatever she calls herself.”
” OH…her…yea…I almost forgot about her…that bitch…who the hell does she think she is…talking to us that way.”
” I wanna get even with her…”, said Trudy, “…that fucken stuck up snob…bet she makes lots of fucken money too.”
” Yea…guess you’re right…but what if we get caught?”
Her mind affected by the cocaine, Trudy replied, ” We won’t get fucken caught…just let me do all the thinking…I got an idea…we’ll kill her and get away with it.”
” You serious?”
” Of course I’m serious…really fucken serious.”
Following her friend’s lead, Jane complied and finally said, ” OK…why don’t you wash the dishes while I go upstairs and clean myself up…when I get back down here…I’ll leave for the supermarket…hang around there till I see Kevin…we got enough money for more dope and a gun.”
” All right…good.”, answered Trudy, the brunette raising her ass while the blonde went upstairs.
It didn’t take much longer and Jane was back down on the first floor with her friend, finally saying, ” Guess I’ll be going now…I’ll see you in a few hours or maybe sooner…hopefully sooner.”
” OK…bye.”
Jane left the home, strolled over to the old rusted Impala, and then parked her ass behind the wheel, after which she started the car and drove up to the same place she was at the previous day, the West 65th Street Pick-N-Pay.
Inside the house, hot looking Trudy finished up with washing the dishes, when she opened the refrigerator and got some booze, pouring herself a drink and also making herself a cup of coffee, taking the stuff out to the living room where she fired up a fresh cigarette, put a record on the turntable, and then parked her ass to the sofa as the song “Daydream Believer” came on over the speakers. Just sitting there, the girl stared down at the table, seeing what was left of the white powder, saying to herself, ” Yep…we’re sure gonna need more of that stuff…lots more…I hate to say it…but it’s true.”
Leaning herself forward, Trudy took up the straw and snorted more of the coke, taking more of the strong drug into her system, pumping more adrenaline into her veins, feeling “higher” than before.
With the drug’s effect influencing her disposition, Trudy quickly got up and put another album on the stereo, playing a bunch of other songs, the piece ” Reach Out I’ll Be There” coming forth. A smile on her face, Trudy turned in the direction of the school and raised her middle finger, saying, ” Fuck you…bitch…you’re gonna get yours tonight…you whore…that’s all you are…hiding behind your nice fucken clothes…fuck you, bitch…FUCK YOU…YEA…FUCK YOU!”
For the next five hours, Trudy did nothing but dance around the livingroom, drink a bunch of booze, cuss to herself, and eat a sandwich until finally she heard the car pull up before the house, Jane getting out of the thing with a brown paper bag in her hand.
Inside the place, the sexy blonde strolled up to the coffee table and placed the bag down on the smooth oak surface, parking her ass to the sofa, Trudy doing the same. After they both fired up fresh cigarettes, Trudy said, ” Well…what happened…what’s in the bag?”
” I got it…both things…I met him there like I expected…had to wait in the car for a long time, but I finally saw him.”
” OK…good…let’s see.”
Jane reached into the bag and produced a black Luger with a long extension coming from the barrel, the pistol obviously having a silencer attached to it. After she placed the weapon down on the table, the girl again reached into the bag and removed a cardboard box holding fifty bullets followed by a small white clear plastic bag holding more cocaine.
Taking up the pistol, Trudy studied the thing and then grabbed the box of shells. Removing a few of the bullets, the girl loaded the gun and asked, ” How much did all of this fucken shit cost?”
” Um…well, ah…all together it was three hundred.”
” THREE HUNDRED FUCKEN BUCKS!”, exclaimed the brunette, ” ARE YOU DAMN FUCKEN SERIOUS?”
” Yea…that’s how much I spent.”
” What cost what?”
” The gun cost two twenty five and the rest was for the coke.”
Her brain “working” for a second, Trudy said, ” That means the dope cost seventy five bucks…I don’t get it…didn’t you say yesterday that it cost you only twenty five.”
” It did…but Kevin said it costs him more now…whatever he means by that…and besides…there’s more powder in this bag than the first. “
” Bastard…”, replied Trudy, “…that creep just wants to make more off of us.”
” Guess we’ll just have to pay more from now on.”
” Didn’t you offer him some of our services instead…I mean…that would be cheaper for us.”
” I did…out by my car where we did the “deal”…I even showed him my tits…but he said he wants money instead…he said he’s already got a “whore” he sees.”
Shaking her head, Trudy made a sigh and finally remarked, ” Well…OK…at least we got a gun now…but seventy five bucks for the dope…man…what a fucken rip off…that’s bull.”
” I know…but what the hell can I do about it?”
After the pistol was all loaded, Trudy got up and marched over to one of the wooden drawers built into the livingroom’s wall. She “hid” the gun and then turned to Jane, asking, ” Want some coffee and a drink?”
” Yea…OK.”
The brunette poured a cup of the black brew for her friend and also prepared a drink, handing the stuff to Jane, saying, ” OK…drink up…we’ll be leaving in a few moments.”
” Where we going?”
” Over to the school…it’s almost three now…the end of the school day…we’ll wait till the bitch comes out…then we’ll follow her to her place…see where she lives…after that…we’ll return to her house after dark…then we’ll “give it to her”…ha ha!”
Nodding her head, Jane finished up her glass of whisky and downed the rest of the coffee, after which Jane and Trudy snorted up the rest of the dope the blond bought the previous day. Trudy placed the new stuff into the same drawer as the gun. All done now, they both left the house and went out to the car, Trudy parking her ass behind the wheel. Once the old rusted thing was started, the brunette drove to the intersection of West 83rd Street and Baker, quickly making a right, driving the short distance up to Lake Avenue where she again made a right and proceeded a few hundred feet down to the school, pulling up to the curb across from the old wooden building.
Trudy turned on the car’s radio and the song ” Kind of a Drag” came on over the speaker. After she fired up a fresh cigarette, the brunette killed the engine and just sat there, her friend also smoking the time away until the brunette said, ” There…it’s three now…and look at all them brats leaving the place, heading home.”
Like a bunch of ants, the kids quickly left the building, most of them walking home, a few of the children picked up by a parent. In no time, the place seemed deserted when Trudy suddenly said, ” There…see her…the bitch.”
Jane leaned herself forward and stared over through the driver’s side window at the building, seeing the same blond lady principal inside one of the classrooms, getting the place ready before she leaves.
” Shell be out in a few moments.”, remarked Trudy.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the two girls watched as a newer looking car emerged from the back of the school, the blond teacher behind the wheel, the lady making a left into Lake when she headed west, toward and under the green railroad bridge. Wasting no time, Trudy started the engine and followed, the teacher leading her onto Clifton Avenue, the old blue Impala following a “safe” distance behind until eventually the lady pulled into a driveway and came to a halt next to a nice looking house.
Passing up the place, Trudy said, ” Man…she lives here…right on Clifton, after the “Baltic Turn”…ain’t that something.”
” Must have fucken money with a house like that…nice car too.”
” Everyone’s got big money…except us…it’s always like that.”
” She lives on the other side of the tracks…people on this side got the money.”
” Yea…well…she ain’t gonna enjoy it for long…that’s for sure…, tonight she’s gonna be dead…oh yea!”
A big smile on her wicked self indulgent face, Trudy made a right into West 110th Street and then made another right into Lake, driving back, finally crossing the Clifton-Shoreway intersection, and going back under the bridge, returning to West 83rd, where she made a left and drove down to Baker, made another left, and then came to a halt before their home.
Inside, they put another record on the turntable and listened to more of the Beatles as Jane strolled into the kitchen and poured herself a drink, yelling back toward the livingroom, ” Want some?”
” Yea.”
Jane poured another glass of the stuff and returned to the livingroom, where she joined her friend on the sofa, both girls lighting up fresh cigarettes, Jane asking, ” So you really wanna do this?”
” Yea…I told you before…stop asking me that question.”
” OK…but I’m just a little scared…that’s all…I mean…we’re talking about killing someone…buying dope is one thing…murder is another.”
” We’re not talking about murder.”
” Yea we are…we’re gonna kill that woman.”
” That’s right…we’re gonna kill her…but it’s not murder because she’s a bitch and deserves to die.”
” I see.”, answered Jane.
” Good…I’m glad you see what I mean.”
” The cops won’t see it that way.”
” Fuck the pigs…they can kiss my ass.”
” But what if we get caught.”
” You worry too much…just do as I say and we’ll be all right.”
Not wishing to cross her friend, the blond simply replied, ” OK…whatever.”
They spent the next couple of hours doing this and that until they finally decide to eat supper at six. When they were done with the meal, Jane washed the dishes and cleaned off the kitchen table, finally going back into the livingroom where she sat down on the sofa and watched as Trudy strolled over to the wooden drawer and retrieve both the Luger and the bag of coke, placing the two things down on the table, the brunette finally taking a seat next to the blond.
Pouring out some of the powder, Trudy said, ” Snort up…we’re gonna have a great time tonight.”
Determined to get the most out of the evening and not let her concerns bother her, Jane took up the straw and sniffed away a little, followed by the brunette who did the same until the two girls were all high on the stuff, all excited about what they had in mind. They raised their butts from the sofa and Trudy grabbed the transistor radio, attaching the thing to her belt, took up the bag of coke and the Luger, after which they left the place and strolled up to the car, the brunette getting behind the wheel, placing the weapon and the dope into the glove compartment. After the Impala was started, Trudy drove out to Lake Avenue and made a left, going up to Detroit where she drove East until they got to the West 74th Street bar, the brunette pulling into 74th and parking next to the joint, killing the engine afterward, Trudy fainlly getting out and walking into the bar.
” It’s you again.”, said the bartender guy with some agitation in his voice.
” Yea…so…”, replied Trudy, “…just get me two bottles…then I’ll be gone.”
” OK.”
Quickly, the guy gave her two small twelve ounce booze bottles filled with whiskey and took the money from her. In no time, the brunette was back behind the wheel, saying, ” What an asshole…I hate that guy.”
” Did he say something?”, asked Jane.
” Not really…it’s just him…the way he is…that’s all.”
Sarcastically, Jane replied, ” Then maybe we should kill him too.”
” Ha ha…that’s real funny…Jane.”
” Why not…after you kill one person… the next gets easier…or at least that’s what I heard.”
“Let’s get going…where do you wanna go and hang out before it gets dark and then we go to the bitch’s place.”
” I don’t know…Lake Pool again…why not?”
” OK.”
Trudy started the old piece of junk and turned the car around, making a right back into Detroit where she kept going West, passing up the Lake Avenue intersection, moving along until finally she reached West 85th Street. The brunette made a right and drove down to the pool where she parked the car along side the curb and both girls got out, strolling across the grass field, walking under one of the willow trees until they reached the same benches they were playing around on the previous night.
” It’s already past seven thirty.”, said Jane.
” Another hour of day light…then we’ll be on our way.”
Reaching into her left jean pocket, Trudy removed her small bottle of whiskey as Jane did the same, the girls drinking down some of the booze, the stuff quickly affecting their behavior as the song ” Little Boy” came over the radio, causing Trudy to jump up onto one of the benches and start dancing around like she did last night, all “fired up” from the alcohol and the drug.
Swinging her hips back and forth, Trudy exclaimed, ” We’re gonna kill you…you’re gonna die…you damn bitch…you’re gonna fucken die…yea DIE…THAT’S RIGHT…THE BITCH IS GONNA DIE!!!”
Affected by the drug and booze as well, the blond joined in and also got on top of the bench, dancing and jumping around next to the brunette, the two girls really making a “show” of themselves, going on and on for the next few minutes as the songs on the radio came and went.
” HA HA HA!!”, roared Trudy, “WE’RE REALLY GONNA TEACH HER SOMETHING.”
” Let’s do more…let’s burn down the fucken school too.”, said Jane.
Turning her head toward the blond, Trudy said, ” Well well…so you’re really getting into this now…that’s good…and yea…why not…why fucken not…let’s burn that fucken school down.”
Excited by the idea, Jane looked up at the sky and said, ” It’s almost dark…let’s go now…we’ll kill her and then burn the place down when we come back.”
” All right.”, answered Trudy as she jumped off the bench and headed back to the car, tossing the empty bottle onto the grass, Jane doing the same.
Once inside the car, under the cover of darkness, they snorted some of the coke from the glove compartment and then drove off, headed down West 85th until they quickly reached Lake Avenue, making a left, driving under the green bridge, making another left into Clifton, and eventually reaching the teacher’s place, where Trudy pulled alongside the curb and came to a halt, cutting the engine afterward. Reaching over to the glove compartment, Trudy removed the Luger and got out of the car, followed by Jane who watched as the brunette pushed half of the gun into the top of her pants and said, ” All right, Jane…let’s go…over there’s the house…, we’ll walk up the drive and see what’s there.”
” OK.”
Both evil girls strolled along until they finally reached the driveway and quietly went up to one of the basement windows where Trudy whispered, ” Here…see…look at that…it’s open…what a dum fucken bitch.”
A grin on her face, the brunette cautiously pushed in at the screen until the thing fell inward, making a sound as it hit the basement floor, but not enough noise to arouse suspicion. Once Trudy made it inside with her feet on the same basement floor, Jane followed suite and whispered to the brunette, saying, ” Over there…I think I see some stairs…let’s go.”
” Yea…it has to lead up to the first floor…probably the kitchen or something.”
Quietly, they went up the steps and Trudy reached for the door knob, finding that it wasn’t locked, slowly pushing the door open until Trudy turned to Jane and said, ” Yep…the fucken kitchen.”
” OK…”, replied Jane, “…where do we go from here?”
” Um…the place is all dark down here…she’s gotta be upstairs.”
” I think that’s the way to the livingroom…the stairs leading to the second floor gotta be in the livingroom…right?”
” Probably…let’s see…but be quiet…real quiet.”
” Sure…of course.”
They tiptoed from the kitchen area into the livingroom where they found the stairs they were looking for, causing the brunette to remove the gun from her pants and say, ” OK…this is it…let’s go…up the fucken steps.”
When the reached to top, Trudy looked forth and quietly said to her friend, ” There…look at that…a light coming that room ahead.”
” Just be quiet.”
” No problem.”, replied Trudy as she and Jane strolled down the upstairs “hall” until they reached the bedroom’s entrance. Quickly, Trudy jumped before the open doorway and aimed the gun, seeing the lady teacher in her night clothes laying in bed partially covered, a book in her hand.
Before the teacher could say anything, Trudy yelled out, ” Don’t make a move…you bitch!”
Jane walked up to the room’s only window and quickly pulled down the shade, making sure no one from the outside could see what was going on. Reaching over, Jane ripped the book from the lady’s hand, looked at it, and said, ” She’s reading a novel or something…something written by Hem…Hemmingway.”
” Who gives a shit what she’s reading…” said Trudy, “…we’re here to kill her…ain’t that fucken right…Jane?”
” That’s right.”, answered the blond as she threw the book to the side.
” What do you want from me…please…leave me alone.”
” You ain’t so fucken sure of yourself now…are you…bitch!”, said Trudy as she took precise aim at the lady’s left leg under the cover and fired, sending a bullet into her knee, the gun’s discharge muzzled by the silencer, making only a light whistling sound.
” AHHHH…!!!!”, cried the lady!
Quickly, Jane reached for the pillow and pushed it over the lady’ face, pressing down, saying, ” Shut the fuck up…CUNT…or we’ll shoot you in the head…is that clear?”
From under the pillow, the woman nodded her head up and down a few times, the pain in her leg really starting to hurt now.
Slowly, Jane removed the pillow, causing the teacher to look directly at Trudy again who said, ” OK bitch…now tell us where you got stuff that’s worth something…you know…like gold jewelry…stuff like that.”
Frightened by the gun and the pain, the lady looked over toward her dresser and said, ” There…in that box…I got some valuables in there.”
Trudy looked at Jane and nodded her head, causing the blond to go over and open the nice looking box, saying, ” Hey…it’s full of everything…rings, a necklace, a gold watch…yea, cool!”
” Good.”, replied Trudy as she said, ” OK bitch…crawl out of that fucken bed…onto the floor.”
” Please…my leg hurts…please leave…I won’t tell anyone…please.”
” Aren’t you gonna threaten us with the cops…”, mocked Jane, “…like you did this morning at the school.”
” C’mon…”, insisted the lady principal, “…this is more serious…, just please leave me alone…I gotta call an ambulance…I’m bleeding allot…, please!”
” I said crawl off that damn bed…NOW!”
Sensing that Trudy was serious, the woman did as the brunette commanded. When the teacher was finally down on her knees, Trudy said, ” Now kiss her boots…yea do it…kiss her feet.”
Despite all the pain, the lady crawled over to Jane and bent herself forward, pressing her lips against the blond’s leather western boot.
KISS! KISS! KISS!
Trudy let her go on and on for over five minutes until the brunette said, ” That’s enough…you fucken piece of dirt…you think you’re someone important…but you’re not…you’re nothing…and now…I’m gonna end it all for you!”
As the evil brunette aimed the gun at the teacher’s head, the lady screamed out, ” NO…NO!!!!”
A second later, Trudy pulled back at the trigger and shot the woman, sending a bullet through her skull, killing her instantly as the teacher fell over with a huge pool of blood forming around the corpse, the dead body obviously doing nothing but lay there, making its impression on both girls, the brunette finally saying, ” It’s done…we killed a person…how does it feel, Jane?”
” UM…ah…what do you mean “we”? You killed her…you pulled the trigger.”
” Don’t give me that bullshit, Jane…we’re both in this together…you’re just as “guilty” as I am…if you wanna use that word.”
Taken in by Trudy’s directness, Jane replied, ” OK…OK…whatever you say…let’s just get outta here…we still gotta burn down the school…, remember?”
” That’s right.”, answered Trudy with a smile, saying further, ” Get the jewelry box and let’s go.”
After Jane retrieved the box, they quietly left the place, walking down the steps and back into the home’s kitchen, leaving through the side door, where they returned to their car and drove off, Trudy again behind the wheel.
Trudy drove west on Clifton until she reached 110th Street, where she made a right and drove to Lake Avenue, making another right and going east, back to their place. When the car was parked before their home, the girls got out of the Impala and entered the dwelling, taking the gun, the box, and the cocaine with them. Inside, Trudy returned the pistol to the drawer and spread out a small amount of the powder on top of the coffee table, placing the rest of the dope with the gun, hiding it away, after which both girls parked their asses to the sofa, leaned forward, and snorted up more coke, until Trudy reached for the stolen jewelry box and opened it saying, “Yea…you’re right…Jane…it’s full of all kinds of stuff…bet we can get Kevin to accept this shit…buy more coke with it.”
” He should accept it…I think he will.”, answered Jane as she got up, took the box, and then marched over to the far wall, placing the small box into the drawer directly beneath the top drawer holding the gun and drugs, finally saying, ” OK…the school…how do you wanna burn it down?”
Exhaling a huge cloud of smoke, Trudy looked around the room and said, ” I’ll be back in a second.”
” OK”
The sexy brunette raised her terrific ass from the couch and went into the kitchen, where she walked over to the door leading down into the basement. Once she was downstairs, Trudy went over to some old camping equipment and found a can of lighter fluid, returning upstairs with the thing. She went over to the refrigerator and got herself a bottle of beer, opened it, and quickly drank it all down, finally filling the bottle with a bunch of lighter fluid, after which she grabbed an old rag from beneath the sink and stuffed the piece of cloth into the bottle’s opening, walking back to the livingroom with the thing in hand, finally placing it down on the coffee table, saying, ” There…what do you think.”
” Hey…yea…I get the idea…we’re gonna throw it through one of the windows.
” That’s right…I think they call this kind of thing a Molo…Molotov cocktail…or something like that.”
” Why’s that?”
” Not sure…probably named after some guy…I think he was a Russian.”
” Well…who cares…as long as we burn the damn place down.”
Nodding her head, Trudy said, ” All right…let’s go…but we’ll walk…the school’s close by…we don’t need the car.”
” OK.”
Trudy grabbed the bottle and both attractive young ladies left the house and strolled out to Lake Avenue where they made a right and finally crossed the street, walking over to the school, going up the narrow passageway toward the back of the structure where the playground was located.
” That bitch ain’t gonna kick us outta here ever again…that’s for sure.”, remarked Jane.
” She ain’t saying much to anyone…Ha Ha!”, replied the brunette as she moved her cigarette lighter toward the rag and finally lit it up, the thing bursting into a flame.
Quickly, Trudy raised the bottle over her head and threw it at the school, the beer bottle crashing through one of the building’s rear windows, smashing itself to the floor, a burst of light following the noise, causing Jane to yell, ” IT CAUGHT FIRE…LET’S GO…LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE…NOW!!”
As fast as they could, the two bitches ran back toward Lake Avenue, where they crossed the street and quickly ran toward West 83rd, returning to Baker, and finally running into the house, closing the door behind them.
” The TV…turn on the TV!”, exclaimed the brunette.
Jane went over to the television and turned on the picture tube as she said, ” Yea…hear it…outside…I think I hear sirens…the fire department’s on its way.”
” Good…put on channel three…I bet something’ll come on about the school in a few seconds.”
Sure enough, five minutes after they parked their nice butts to the couch and fired up fresh cigarettes, the regular program was interrupted with a special announcement by some news guy, the man saying, ” We bring you some breaking news about the “Lake School” on Cleveland’s west side…it seems like the building is on fire…we go to Jim who’s live at the scene now.”
The reporter directly at the school said, ” One of the classrooms toward the back of the building caught fire…someone saw the flames and called the fire department…but from what I can see here…it looks like things are under control…the school is gonna be safe…just some damage to that one room.”
” Oh fuck”, remarked Trudy, sucking on her cigarette…guess that’s that…well…at least we did something…gave the brats a few days off…, ha, ha.”
” Do you wanna try burring it down again?”
” No…that’s it…it’s over…we made our “point”.”
After turning off the TV, Jane said, ” We’ll see more of what we did tomorrow…just wait till they find her body.
” Yep…that’ll really be something…won’t it?”
Tired and worn out by now, the two young ladies finally turned in for the night, each one taking a bath and eventually falling to sleep.
Chapter 4
At nine the next morning, they got up and got dressed in their usual attire, jeans, T-shirts, and their boots, each girl raising her mane to the top of her head. Finished with getting dressed, they found themselves in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating breakfast, when Jane got up and turned on the radio, the song ” Paint it Black” coming forth until the measures ended and a news announcer came on, broadcasting the daily news until he suddenly said, ” An here’s more horrible news involving the “Lake School” which caught fire last night…it seems that the principal was found dead in her home this morning by another teacher who thought it strange that “Miss Parker” was late…she went to the woman’s place, knocked for a while, and finally let herself in…finding the body moments later.”
” They’re talking about something we did.”, remarked Jane.
” I know…ain’t that something.”
The news man also said, ” Authorities aren’t sure if there’s a connection with the fire and the lady’s death…Miss Parker was shot…someone deliberately killed her…and the fire department says the blaze was arson…”
” You think they’ll ever catch us?”, asked Jane.
” Fuck no.”
” Why not?”
” It’s so fucken obvious…we’re girls…they’ll be looking for boys or men…not us…they’ll never suspect two young ladies…now would they?”
” You got a point there.”
” I always have a point.”, replied the brunette as she raised her ass from the kitchen chair and went out to the livingroom, fired up a fresh cigarette, and let Jane do the dishes.
Walking up to the record shelf, Trudy removed a “45” and placed the thing down on the turntable, after which the song “Help!” from the Beatles came on, the brunette just siting there, listening to the music, smoking away, until her friend joined her, saying, ” We gotta take care of the laundry today…may as well get that all done now.”
” OK.”, answered Trudy as she got up, went over to the drawer, and removed some of the cocaine, spreading the white powder over the coffee table’s surface, each girl snorting up half of the stuff.
All awake now, they went upstairs and got the laundry ready, stuffing all the “dirty” clothes into a large plastic bag, finally dragging the thing downstairs where they went outside and carried it over to the car, placing it into the trunk, returning into the house, where Trudy grabbed a pack of cigarettes, the detergent, and some coins, both girls going back outside, getting into the car, Trudy again behind the wheel.
Slowly, the brunette drove up to the Laundromat at West 76th Street and made a quick U-turn, finally parking the car alongside the curb before the place. At a casual pace, they carried the laundry into the structure and went up to one of the washing machines, pouring in some detergent, after which they put the coins in the slot and started the machine, Trudy saying, ” Want some pop?”
” Yea…sure…why not?”
The brunette went over to a pop machine located at the other side of the large room and bought two cans of Sprite, going back to the blond, giving her one of the cans, saying, ” Let’s go outside while the washer does its thing.”
” OK.”
Outside in front of the Laundromat, they opened the pop cans and leaned themselves against the window sill, smoking cigarettes as well, when Trudy turned her head and looked down Lake, toward the school, saying, ” I see a police car there…they’re really trying to find out who did it…well…, they can do what they want…they ain’t gonna get us.”
After smoking a bunch of cigarettes and drinking all the pop, they went inside and transferred the clothes from the washer to a dryer, going back outside again, smoking more and more cigarettes while talking about all kinds of junk until the dryer was finally done, the girls obvious retrieving their stuff and returning home. Inside the Baker Street house, they went upstairs and put everything away, returning to the livingroom where Trudy said, ” You think that Kevin guy is at the supermarket today?”
” He might be.”
” You gotta ask him about a better place to meet…you know…like a bar or something.”
” I was meaning to do that.”
Going over to the other wall, Trudy opened the second wooden drawer and removed the jewelry box, looking down at it, saying, ” I think I’ll go with you the next time you see him…and hopefully that’ll be today…so let’s go…now…we’re gonna need more dope anyway.”
” All right.”
Trudy took the box out to the car and parked her ass behind the wheel, Jane sitting in the passenger seat. She drove up Lake, passing the same Laundromat and finally drove east on Detroit until she reached West 65th Street, making a right and driving up to the Pick-N-Pay supermarket, pulling into the lot and killing the engine, both girls just sitting there, smoking away, Trudy saying, ” So you sure he comes here everyday.”
” He should…we just gotta wait…this is about the time he always comes…give or take an hour or two.”
Making a sigh and rolling her eyes, the brunette fired up a fresh cigarette and turned on the car radio, the song ” I Hear a Symphony” from the Supremes coming over the speaker.
They just sat there and sat there, smoking and listening to the radio until suddenly Jane yelled out, ” There…that’s him…in that car pulling into the lot.”
” OK…go over and tell to come here.”
After the guy parked his car at the other side of the lot and got out, walking toward the store, Jane raised her ass from the seat and rushed over, finally saying something to the man as he glanced over toward the Impala and nodded his head. He followed the blond over to the old blue car and looked over at Trudy who asked, ” You’re this Kevin guy I suppose…, right?”
” That’s me.”
” Get in…we gotta talk.”
Kevin got into the car, sitting himself down on the back seat while Jane again sat up front in the passenger seat.
” So what’s up?”, asked the man.
” Just two things.”, replied Trudy.
” OK.”
” We wanna buy a bag of the stuff from you once a week…is that all right?”
” Yea…fine…a hundred a bag.”
” What? First it was twenty five…then seventy five…now a fucken hundred!”
” If you wanna be supplied on a regular basis…that’s what it’s gotta be.”
Making another sigh, Trudy said, ” OK…but can we meet somewhere else…like that bar on 74th?”
” Yea…fine…when?”
” AHHH…would every Thursday evening at Seven be OK?”
” That’s good…what’s the other thing you wanted to talk about?”
” Well…it’s about the price…can we give you something else besides money?”
” Like what?”
Trudy reached down for the jewelry box and opened it, showing the guy its contents. After he examined the stuff, he said, ” Yea…fine…I’ll take it all…right now…for a bag.”
” All of it?”
” That’s my offer…take it or leave it.”
Pressing her lips together, Trudy replied, ” OK…where’s the dope?”
” In my car.”
At a casual pace, Trudy started the Impala’s engine and slowly drove to the other side of the lot, parking her car next to his. He got out and reached into his ford, removing a brown paper bag, finally getting back into the Impala, handing the thing to Jane who looked inside and saw a clear plastic bag full of the white stuff, causing the blond to reach in and take up a small amount of the powder, “testing” it to make sure it’s “real”. Satisfied, she looked over at Trudy and nodded her head. As a result, the brunette gave the jewelry box to Kevin and said, ” So we’ll see you Thursday at seven at that bar.”
” No problem.”, replied the guy as he got out of the blue car and strolled into the store, leaving the two girls alone, Trudy starting the engine again, finally pulling out of the lot and heading back home.
Back on Baker Street, they ate something and then “retired” to the livignroom where Trudy said, ” A hundred fucken bucks a week…man…that’s four hundred a month…that’s really gonna cut into things…I don’t know if we can afford it.”
” We just gotta work up more business…more guys to pay for our services…, and besides…it looks like there’s more powder in that bag than before.”
” OK…but let’s get more jewelry instead…that would be easier.”
” You mean steal some more?”
” Why not…there’s a whole bunch of old people living in this area…, we’ll just break into some homes at night…we just gotta get better with the price and value of the shit we take…I’m sure he fucken cheated us…I bet that stuff was worth way more than a hundred bucks.”
” Yea…all right…you’re the boss…I just hope we don’t get busted.”
” Like I said before…just do as I say and everything will be OK.”
Suddenly, the phone in the kitchen rang. Looking at each other for a moment, the girls hesitated five seconds until Trudy strolled into the kitchen and picked up the receiver, saying, ” Yea…who is it?”
” Hi…I’m interested in a session…I was with you two a few months back…my name’s Robert…do you remember me?”
” I think I do…so what time do you wanna come over?”
” Can I come tonight…around six…is that OK?”
” UM…yea…I think so…no problem.”
” Good…I’ll be there…and thanks.”
” See you then.”
Trudy hung up the phone and said to Jane, ” There…more money…that’s good.”
” I heard you say tonight at six.”
” Yea.”
” All right…cool…it would be great if we could make the extra drug money without having to steal stuff.”
” How can we do that…we’ve got adds in a few of those fetish mags…I don’t know too many others…and Playboy’s too expensive to advertise in.”
” But to go around and do that stuff…breaking into houses…killing someone.”
” Stop your damn worrying…we’ll be OK…we’re girls…they’ll never catch us.”
Trudy strolled up to the stereo and placed a record on the system, the song “Yesterday” coming on, after which the brunette parked her ass to the sofa and picked up a magazine while Jane went upstairs, doing something else. At last, it was five forty in the afternoon, causing Trudy to get up and go upstairs, where she entered her room and started to undress, taking everything off and then putting on her dominatrix outfit. After the blond did the same, both girls were downstairs again with the whip and a nice equestrian stick ready, the drugs hidden away in the drawer, out of sight. It didn’t take much longer and a car pulled up along side the house, this middle aged guy getting out and going up to the home’s front entrance. Trudy let the guy in, saying, ” Oh yea…Robert…yea, now I remember you…how’s it been?”
” OK…”, replied the guy, measuring her off, saying, “…yea…you look great, and so does she…just like the last time.”
Inside the place, Robert reached into his pants pocket and produced the money, giving them a hundred bucks and a five dollar tip, causing Trudy to take the cash and go into the kitchen where she placed it in an envelope and stuck the money in the glass cabinet, returning to the livingroom, where she said, ” OK…take off all your clothes and knee in front of us…NOW!”
” Yes ma’am!”, replied the guy with enthusiasm as he started to undress, finally kneeling all naked before the two women.
At a casual pace, hot looking Trudy strolled up to the sofa and parked her ass, after which she crossed her legs at the knee and moved her right boot’s toe forward, toward the guy. Like a trained animal, he crawled forth until he knelt in front of the dominatrix, pushing his face to the leather, kissing away at it!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He went on for a few minutes until Jane said, ” It’s my turn…kiss my feet now.”
Obediently, he crawled over and knelt before the blond who was still standing, bending his frame all the way forward and finally sticking his face to the tip of her nice black leather masterpiece, kissing away at it with all the excitement and enthusiasm in the world.
While she sat there and watched, Trudy decided to get up and stroll over to the man, raising the equestrian stick, bringing it down on his back, whipping him a few times, turning his skin read. He didn’t respond, the guy took it all in, still kissing away at Jane’s footwear, doing it over and over until Trudy said, ” That’s enough…stop!”
” Yes ma’am.”
A dirty grin on her face, Trudy turned around and pulled down at her black leather panties, exposing her nice firm ass to the air, pointing down at it, saying, ” Now kiss my ass, jerk…crawl over here and KISS MY ASS!”
” Yes ma’am!”, was all he said as he eagerly crawled over and pushed his face into her nice backside, finally kissing it, kissing faster and faster!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
The guy wouldn’t stop, he really went at it, enjoying her ass while he reached down to his cock and began playing with himself.
” I think he’s gonna cum.”, said Jane.
” In that case…get a paper towel…so if he does…he can use the thing.”
Jane left the livingroom and quickly returned with the paper towel, handing it to the man who was still down on his knees kissing Trudy’s beautiful butt. It all went on for another two minutes until Robert finally came, doing it in the napkin, after which Jane took the thing and went upstairs with it, throwing it into the toilet, and flushing the napkin away. Back downstairs, the blond ventured up to the guy and said, ” Lay down on your back.”
” OK.”
After he was facing the ceiling, Jane also pulled her black leather panties down and then slowly sat on his face, parking her butt right on his head! As Trudy pulled her attire back in place, Jane just sat there and sat there, doing nothing for the next ten minutes, just sitting and sitting! Finally, the girl got up off the man and pulled up her panties, saying, ” So how was that…did you like us?”
” Of course.”, answered Robert as he slowly got to his feet and reached for his clothes, dressing himself.
When the guy was all set, he said, ” I’ll be sure to call again…you two are cool!”
” Thanks”, replied Trudy as she escorted the man to the door, finally watching him leave, the guy going out to his car, starting the engine, and driving off.
” Good…that’s over with and we got some more money.”, said Jane.
Strolling into the kitchen, Trudy retrieved the money and laid it out on the kitchen table, saying, ” Except for the dope…this’ll take care of the rest of our needs this month.”
“Let’s go out tonight.”
” Where do you wanna go?”
” To the Light House Inn…we’ll walk.”
” But we’ll have to fucken dress up if we wanna go there.”
” So…who cares.”
” All right…why not?”
Both girls went upstairs and changed, each young lady putting on a nice elegant skirt suite, Trudy dressed in black and Jane in blue. When they were down in the livingroom, Jane looked at Trudy and said, ” You look great…stockings and high heeled shoes…not bad…you look like someone who’s got a real job…like some secretary in downtown.”
Walking over to a full length mirror in the livingroom, Trudy measured herself off, seeing a young woman with a black skirt going down an inch below her knees, a white blouse, and a black suite jacket, causing her to say, ” Yea…not bad…we do look good…well…let’s get going.”
After Trudy took up the money, each girl grabbed her purse and out the door they went, strolling up to Lake Avenue where they made a right, crossed the street, and started walking west toward the green bridge.
When they passed the school, Jane said, ” It’s still there…that news guy was right…looks like the building’ll be OK and the kids’ll be back in school in a few days.”
” I wonder who the new principal’s gonna be.”
” Probably some other jerk…some other bitch…people like that usually get those kind of jobs.”
They strolled across the West 85th Street intersection and then approached the green bridge, walking past a small corner store directly before the underpass. When they emerged out on the other side, they walked across Viking Street and stood before the nice expensive restrautant, the “Light House Inn”, the huge building looking like a castle from the old days, a tower at each corner, one of them having a large clock built into it.
Going up to the front entrance, the two girls walked inside and were immediately greeted by a man dressed in a suite and tie, the guy saying, ” Hello ladies…please wait one moment.”
A second later, the same man pointed over to a table and said to Jane and Trudy, ” Please be seated at the table there…the waiter will be with you shortly.”
” OK…thanks.”, replied Jane, walking into the restaurant’s main area, Trudy following, both girls finally taking a seat, parking their butts.
About three minutes later, the waiter came over and handed each lady a menu, saying, ” Please choose what you want…then I’ll be back.”
” All right.”, replied the brunette.
When the guy turned around and left, Jane looked at the menu and said, ” What is all this stuff…never heard of this kind of food…we never ate here before.”
” I think it’s French or something…these names seem real foreign…I can’t make out anything…I don’t know what the hell all this shit is.”
” We’re on the other side of the bridge…remember, the other side of the tracks…this ain’t our world.”
Looking at the menu, Trudy finally said, ” Well here…that looks like wine…and I’ll just ask if he’s got steak or something.”
” OK…sounds good to me.”
A short while later, the waiter returned and asked, ” Did you decide…can I take your order?”
” Um…ah…”, mumbled Trudy, “…we’ll take some of that wine and a steak with everything that goes with it.”
For a second, the guy looked confused, but he smiled and said, ” I think I know what you two want…OK…I’ll be back with everything.”
After he took each menu, the guy left but then returned with all the stuff, placing a glass of wine before each girl, and giving them each a more sophisticated version of what they first asked for. Satisfied, the girls nodded and the man left, leaving the two ignorant bitches to themselves.
Quickly, Trudy drank half of the wine, and started with the meal, saying, “Mmmm…not bad, it’s real good.”
When Jane did the same, she too found everything to her satisfaction, both girls quickly eating up the order, when Trudy motioned for the waiter, saying, ” Got any coffee?”
” Yes ma’am…I’ll be right back.”
He came back and placed a cup before each girl, hearing, ” We’ll take more wine too.”
” Yes of course.”
The guy returned again, refilling their glasses, finally leaving when Trudy took up the glass and quickly drank up most of it, the alcohol starting to affect her. Losing control, the brunette reached into her purse and produced a cigarette, Jane doing the same, each bitch lighting up, blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the air.
It didn’t take long and the one guy who initially greeted them at the door came over and politely said, “Ladies…there’s no smoking in here.”
” What?”, replied the brunette, anger in her voice.
” There’s no smoking here, ma’am.”
The wine taking its toll, she said, ” Yea? And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don’t stop.”
” Then you’ll have to leave.”
” Can I leave now without paying…ha ha!”
” Please ma’am…put out the cigarette.”
Slamming her fist to the table, the sexy brunette suddenly blurted out, ” FUCK YOU…MAKE ME!”
Everyone else in the place turned and looked, causing the man to motion toward the waiter. After the second guy arrived, the first man said, ” Get the boss…I think we got a problem here.”
” OK.”
The waiter returned with a third guy also dressed in a nice suite, the man saying to the girls, ” I’ve just been informed that you don’t wanna stop smoking.”
” I’ll smoke whenever I wanna smoke.”, insisted Trudy.
Looking over at her dark-haired friend, Jane quietly said, ” Trudy…, maybe we should just go…we really don’t want any trouble…what if he calls the cops.”
” Fuck the pigs.”
” You should listen to your friend here.”, said the owner.
Frustrated, Trudy nevertheless got up, reached into purse, threw some cash down on the table, and then blew a cloud of smoke right at the boss guy, after which she finally turned around and left, Jane following.
Outside, the brunette said to the blond, ” What a fucken place…I ain’t going there anymore…them and their high class shit…they think they’re too good or something.”
” It’s amazing that we can’t smoke…what a place.”
” Well who cares.”, replied Trudy as she fired up a fresh cigarette and both of them strolled back to the bridge, going under it, coming out on the other side, where they went into the small corner store and bought a bottle of whisky, coming back out and finally walking back to where they lived.
Inside the house, they changed into their usual attire and opened the bottle, placing it on the coffee table, where each girl poured herself a glass, drinking up a bunch of the liqueur until Trudy went over to the drawer and produced the cocaine, spreading a small amount of it out on the table, after which they snorted up the stuff, returning the rest of it to the drawer.
They fired up fresh cigarettes and Trudy said, ” Let’s go out again…it’s dark now…we’ll just bum around…why not?”
” OK.”, answered Jane.
After attaching the transistor radio to her belt, Trudy left the place, followed by her friend. In no time, they again found themselves on Lake Avenue, going west until they reached 85th Street, where they turned left and strolled for a short while, finally reaching the swimming pool.
“Here it is again…Lake Pool…I love this small park…ain’t it great?”, remarked Trudy as the two girls approached the benches, parking their nice asses down afterward.
Looking up into the air, they watched as the night wind gently blew the top of the willow trees back and forth a little, the whole atmosphere glowing with a kind of mystique, causing Jane to say, ” Yea it’s great here…the night…I really love the night…nothing beats this place.”
From the radio came the song ” Little Boy” played by the Ronnetts, the music adding more to what was already a pleasant setting for the two girls.
Slowly, Jane leaned herself back on the bench and asked with a detached sound to her voice, ” So what’s it all about?”
” What?”, replied the brunette as she fired up a fresh cigarette, looking up at the sky, seeing the moon and the stars.
” Life…everything…everything that goes on…you know…people, the world, politics, the fucken meaning of it all…the cosmic machine if you wanna call it that.”
Before Trudy could reply, the song ” Summer in the City” came over the transistor radio, causing the brunette to reply, ” There…there’s your truth…everyone walking around not knowing what to do…hot time in the city…people walking around hot like match sticks…ha ha!”
” No C’mon….don’t you ever think about shit like that…the truth…, the ultimate meaning.”
Trudy turned and looked at her friend, saying, ” OK…guess you’re talking about philosophy…stuff like that…right?”
” Of course.”
” Well…”, said the dark-haired girl between puffs of her cigarette, “…the truth is that which only the Absolute can know at a given time.”
” What?”
” I think I remember that from high school…something in my one history class…the teacher was talking about the nineteenth century philosophers and he mentioned Hegel…some German thinker from way back during the time of Napoleon.”
” What’s this “Absolute”?”
” If I can remember right…it’s the whole of reality…the whole is the manifestation of the idea which unfolds itself in the historical process…I think it’s called dialectics…some shit like that.”
” That’s too weird for me…”, said Jane, “…I say the whole is material…, you know…physical stuff…it’s all about matter…not idealism…ideas are nothing but physical brain processes.”
” Like the stuff we feel when we’re high on dope…right?”
” Yea…like that?”
” In that case you should agree more with that other German guy my history teacher talked about.”
” Who?”
” I think his name was Marx…Karl Marx.”
” I remember that name…that’s the guy who’s all about communism and shit…I ain’t into that crap.”
” Yea…but he was a materialist…a “dialectical materialist” to be sure…or at least that’s what they call him.”
” Well…it’s all material…that’s all I can say.”
” This kind of stuff is real difficult…it’s all so hard to understand at times…drives me nuts to even think about it all.”
” In know what you mean…but sometimes I think its all important.”
Trudy was about to add something new to the conversation when she turned the other way and saw some person walking down the sidewalk coming from Detroit Avenue.
Watching the old man stroll along, Trudy said, ” Look at that old guy…doesn’t he seem harmless…holding his cane…what a pathetic sight.”
” Think he’s got money on him?”
” I don’t know…but we can always find out…right?”
Raising their butts from the bench, Jane and Trudy walked across the grassy field toward the sidewalk until they finally reached the old man who was still moving along.
In the dark, Trudy stepped in front of the guy and forced him to a halt, saying, ” I’ll let you suck my right tit for ten bucks.”
The guy cracked a smile but was eager to be on his way when Jane said, ” Yea C’mon…we’ll show you something…I’ll sit on your face for another ten…C’mon.”
With his old feeble sounding voice, the man replied, ” That’s real funny ladies…but I’m in a hurry.”
” Where do you gotta go…if you’re in a hurry to get home and jack off…why not do it here with us.”, said Trudy.
” C’mon…leave me alone.”, answered the elderly person as he tried to walk around them.
Reaching forth with her right hand, attractive Jane pulled the cane away from the guy and watched as he struggled to keep his balance, the guy saying, ” Please…give that back to me…I need that.”
” Oh yea…we’ll give it back if you give us some money.”, said Trudy.
” I don’t have any.”
” I don’t believe you.”, answered the brunette as she took hold of his upper arm and began pulling him into the grass, toward the first of the two large willow trees.
” Let me go…please!”
Quickly, Jane raised the cane and struck the poor man over the head with it, dazing him a little, making it easier for Trudy to drag him over behind the thick tree trunk. Once they were behind the thing, Trudy pushed him to the ground and said, ” Give us all your money.”
” I don’t have any…please…let me go.”
Like it was nothing, the dark-haired bitch started going through his pockets until she found a wallet, opening the thing, and seeing over forty dollars in cash, saying, ” You old fuck…you lied to me…bastard!”
” C’mon…let me go…please!”
” I’ll let you go, all right…you can go to hell.”
After she pushed the money into her pocket, Trudy looked down at the old guy and said, ” Pull down your pants.”
” Why?”
As hard as she could, the brunette kicked the side of his head with her boot and said, ” Pull down your pants or I’ll make you suffer!”
Since he was helpless and afraid of the two girls, the old man did as she asked and finally heard from the same dark-haired girl, ” Now get it hard…we wanna see how you like us…yea…get it up or we’ll kill you…, ha ha!”
His age combined with the whole situation made it impossible for him to get an erection, causing Trudy to say, ” Here…I’ll make it easier for you…how about this.”
Turning around before the guy, Trudy opened her jeans and then pulled down at her pants and panties, exposing her nice naked ass to the night’s air, finally lowering the firm and curvaceous thing a couple of inches above his face, saying, ” There…how’s that…some guys pay us good money to do stuff like that…my ass should get you hard…ha ha!”
He didn’t respond, causing Trudy to say, ” You old fuck…you old bastard…don’t you like me.”
Before he could respond, the girl started pissing, peeing right down into his face!
PISS! PISS! PISS!
She peed and peed, exclaiming, ” There….how’s that…piss on you…old man…PISS ON YOU!!”
After she was done, Trudy stood straight again and pulled up her clothes, after which the blond bitch gave the brunette the cane and then Jane too opened her pants, lowering them to her knees followed by her panties, the girl eventually squatting herself over the man’s face as well. Seconds later, Jane started pissing, peeing away, pissing into his face while Trudy stood by and laughed until the blond was finished.
When Jane pulled up her clothes and stepped away from the guy, Trudy suddenly raised the wooden cane over her shoulder and quickly brought it down, striking the guy’s head over and over, doing it harder and faster, constantly hitting him until a bunch of blood started flowing from his head and the guy stopped moving!
” Man…you just killed him.”, said Jane after Trudy finally stopped, the brunette just standing there now, catching her breath.
” In know…that was something else…wasn’t it?”
” Yea…but what are we gonna do now?”
” Get rid of the fucken body…what else?”
” How are we gonna do that?”, asked Jane.
Dropping the cane to the side, Trudy said, ” You wait here…I’ll be right back with the car…no one’ll see you behind this big tree…you’ll be all right.”
A little nervous, Jane nevertheless replied with, ” OK…but hurry.”
” I will.”
Quickly Trudy turned around and headed toward the narrow passageway between the two high fences that separated the pool from the school’s large back area. Once she got to the opening in the school’s fence, Trudy walked down the other grassy field until she reached the concrete area directly behind the school, the girl now moving toward the drive and then out to Lake where she crossed the street and went over to West 83rd and finally onto Baker where the Impala was parked. Her ass behind the wheel, Trudy started the engine and drove away from the curb, driving up to 85th, where she made a left and slowly drove up to the pool, parking the car along side the left curb, the vehicle aimed in the opposite direction from all the other parked cars.
Under the cover of darkness, Trudy got out of the car and strolled across the grass up to the tree, finding Jane still there with the dead body.
” OK…help me drag him over to the car.”, said the brunette.
” You think any one’ll see us.”, mentioned Jane.
” It’s dark…we’ll be OK…just help me.”
Together, the two girls picked up the guy by his shoulders and dragged him over to the old car. They opened the truck and dropped the corpse inside, Trudy quickly returning to the tree and taking the cane, finally coming back to the car, and dropping the wooden “stick” next to the dead man.
When the trunk was closed, they both got into the car and Trudy drove off, headed up the street to Detroit where she made a right and drove up to West 95th Street, again making a right and steering the car down to Desmond Avenue, where she drove across the street and under a small tunnel which went below the train tracks, the two girls finally emerging on the other side of the railroad dam where Trudy made another right turn and drove a few hundred feet down Viking Avenue, the lonely street going directly alongside the dam.
The brunette stopped the car and said, ” Here…let’s dump him here…in the brush there along side the tracks…they won’t find him until he starts to smell up the place.”
” OK.”
Quickly, Jane and Trudy got out of the car and went to the back of the thing where they opened the trunk and pulled out the body, after which they dragged it into all the bushes, hiding it from view. Back by the trunk, Jane grabbed the cane and tossed it into the brush as well, the thing falling a few feet from the body.
Inside the car again, Trudy said, ” Let’s go home…I’m getting tired.”
” Yea…me too.”
Trudy put the car into gear and drove down Viking the rest of the way toward Lake Avenue, passing up the “Light House Inn” which was now closed for the night, Jane saying, ” Fuck that place…they won’t even let us smoke there…bastards.”
” I know…I hate ‘em…here…let me do something.”
Right before Viking went into Lake Avenue, Trudy came to a halt and got out of the car, searching around in the darkness for a rock laying near the edge of the dam until she found an old brick. Taking up the thing, the sexy girl strolled up to the front of the elegant restaurant and threw the brick right into the window, causing glass to fly all over, the brick landing upon one of the tables inside the vacant building. As fast as she could, Trudy parked her ass back behind the wheel and drove off, headed to Baker Street.
Home again, Jane and her evil friend listened to some music for a while until each girl took a bath and turned in for the night, both girls sleeping like nothing happened, their second murder having less impact on them than the first. What was left of a “conscious” was now totally warped and useless, the girls quickly becoming a large menace to society, two drug addicts with no care or concern for anyone but themselves, and even at that they were losers, their lives now sinking fast, each step leading them further and further over the “edge”.
Chapter 5
Slowly, the brunette rolled over in bed and opened her eyes, looking at the clock on her nighstand, seeing eight forty five in the morning. Making a sigh, the bitch worked up some effort and finally crawled off the mattress, her whole body feeling heavy and sore, causing the young drug addicted lady to drag herself downstairs into the livingroom, where she went to the drawer and got more of the white powder, pouring some of it out on the coffee table. She obviously snorted up some the stuff, leaving the rest for her blond friend. After a few moments, the girl was full off energy. As a result, she quickly went back upstairs and got dressed in her usual clothes. When her dark mane was raised up high again, Trudy returned to the downstairs area and ventured into the kitchen where she turned on the radio and started brewing some coffee and made breakfast, the song ” Johnny Angel” coming over the speaker.
Twenty minutes later as Trudy stood behind the kitchen stove cooking some eggs, Jane emerged from behind the door post, looking like death, the blond still in her night clothes, leaning against the wall, total exhaustion “written” all over her.
” It’s ready for you…in the livingroom…on the coffee table.”
With a dazed expression on her face, Jane slowly walked into the livingroom and knelt before the table, taking up the straw, snorting up the rest of the coke. In no time, she “woke up”, feeling uplifted, causing her to go back to the kitchen, where she said, ” That fucken coffee smells good…give me a cup.”
” Sure.”, replied Trudy as she poured a cup for her friend.
Jane took the cup, drank some, and then strolled back upstairs where she obviously got dressed, going into her well fitting jeans, a fresh black T-shirt, and her usual black western boots. Her mane raised back up in place, the girl went downstairs again and joined Trudy at the kitchen table, eating breakfast now, also drinking up more coffee and smoking a bunch of cigarettes.
” So what do you wanna do today?”, asked the blond.
” I don’t know…go here and there…shit like that.”
” I think after breakfast we should go up to the library.”
” Why?”
” To get some info about what we were talking about last night.”
” What were we talking about?”
” Remember…that philosophy shit…about the truth and stuff.”
” Oh yea…”, replied Trudy, “…you mean you’re still thinking about that crap.”
” Well yea…and who knows…it might even shed some light on the other thing we did last night…I wonder when they’ll find him.”
” Probably in a week or so…maybe sooner…if he lives with a wife or relative then they’re probably already out looking for him…someone would miss him.”
“Hmmm…that’s interesting.”
” What?”
” It’s just the idea, here we are and he’s dead…it’s all so easy…so easy to kill someone.”
” That’s right…that’s why things like that are done all the time…when you do it.., you find out how easy it is….then you do it again and again…that’s how it goes.”
” Well…it’s already past nine…”, said Jane, “…Guess we should be going…to the library.”
” OK…I’ll wash the dishes…and then we’ll go.”
” All right…thanks.”
Jane raised her nice ass from the kitchen chair and strolled into the livingroom, where she got a record from the shelf and played some music, the song “He’s a Rebel” from the Crystals coming forth. Back in the kitchen, Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and quickly washed the dishes, wiped off the table, and then joined her friend, the brunette attaching the small transistor radio to her belt.
” You all set?”, asked Trudy.
” Yea…let’s go.”, replied the blond.
After they stepped outside, Jane said, ” Let’s walk…looks like a real nice day…library ain’t far from here.”
” OK.”, answered the brunette as both good looking girls strolled down baker, made a right into West 83rd Street and kept walking. However, when they reached Lake, they went straight, moving all the way up West 83rd until they finally got to Detroit where they made a left and went east, walking along the north side of the street a few blocks until they eventually reached the Waltz Branch Library.
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy entered the small newly built structure and strolled down to the nonfiction area, where they each took a seat at one of the tables and looked around, Trudy whispering to her friend, ” Well…where are the books you wanted…you know…all the philosophy stuff.”
” UM…ah…there I think I see something.”
Quickly, Jane raised her nice ass and went over to a shelf holding almost a hundred volumes when she finally returned to the table holding a book in her hand.
” Let me see that.”, said Trudy, taking the thing from Jane. After reading the title, Trudy remarked, ” Hmmm… “History of Philosophy”…this book should have what you want…don’t you think?”
Taking back the thing, Jane went through the pages, finally saying, ” Yea see…it’s got the names of the two guys we were talking about…, see…Hegel and Marx.”
After she did a little reading, Jane said, ” It’s got a bunch of stuff in here about materialism and idealism…about some of the differences between the two guys.”
Trudy, however, made a quick sigh and remarked, ” Yea…yea…to be honest with you…I really don’t give a shit…who cares…this place is boring as fuck.”
” Just let me read this one section.”
Rolling her eyes, Trudy leaned back in the chair, reached into her pocket, and produced a cigarette. After she fired up, the young bitch turned on the transistor radio attached to her sexy frame and then put her feet up on the table, blowing a huge cloud of smoke all over the place.
A few feet down was another table where some guy was trying to read a book. He looked up and gave Trudy a frown, after which the brunette stared back at him and raised her middle finger, saying, ” Fuck you…kiss my ass!”
Irritated, the guy yelled over at the girl, ” Can you turn that down…this is a library…and I don’t think there’s any smoking in here.”
Right after the guy yelled at Trudy, the song “These Boots Are Made for Walking” from Nancy Sinatra came over the radio, causing the brunette’s face to light up as she raised her ass from the chair, and stepped up on the same table, the girl now dancing around with the song, stomping her western boots every now and then, really making a scene.
While Jane just sat there and shook her head, the guy quickly got up and marched to the front of the Library by the checkout desk, demanding that something be done about Trudy’s behavior, the guy’s voice getting louder and louder as he yelled at the librarian, ” I want those girls outta here…this is a public place…I pay my taxes.., I’m entitled to some peace and quite here!”
Less than two minutes later, the same guy returned followed by a security guard dressed in a blue uniform, the guard saying, ” Ma’am…get off this table now and leave!”
” Make me!”
” If you don’t go now…I’ll call the police.”
As she stood on the table, stomping her feet up and down like she was marching in a parade, the girl simply raised her T-shirt and pulled down at her bra, saying to the guard, ” Here…suck this…I know that’s what you wanna do.”
Looking down for a moment, the guard held back his desire to laugh when he finally pulled himself together and yelled, ” Out…now…both of you!”
” What did I do ?”, asked Jane.
” I don’t care…you’re together…now get out!”
Trudy lowered her shirt and got off the table. She went up to the man who made the complaint and blew a bunch of smoke right into his face, saying, ” Fuck you…asshole…go fly a kite.”
” I said you gotta leave!”, insisted the security guard.
” Yea…yea…OK…we’re going…we’re going.”, answered Trudy as she reached for the book in Jane’s hand, took it, and then threw the hard bound thing across the room, the work of literature striking the opposite wall before it hit the floor.
On the way out, the angry brunette kept reaching for books here and there on the shelves, tossing them against the walls until she finally approached the main entrance and left the building, followed by Jane and the guard. Outside, the guy in blue said, “…and don’t ever come back here again.”
” Lick me…lick me good.”, was all Trudy said in response as she simply turned around and left, Jane obviously going with her.
Back on Detroit, the blond said, ” You know…you’re gonna really get us busted one day.”
” Oh…who cares…they ain’t gonna do shit.”
” It’s just the attention…we don’t need it after what we did last night and to that teacher…don’t you think?”
” Like I said…they won’t catch us…don’t worry.”
Looking around, Jane asked, ” So what do you wanna do now?”
Since they were only a short distance from the Lake Avenue-Detroit intersection, the girls could see the same Lake Avenue from across an open space next to and behind the Library. Seeing the Laundromat next to West 76th Street, Trudy said, ” Let’s go get some pop…then we’ll go down to the tracks.”
” OK.”
They strolled though a parking lot until they stepped out onto Lake, crossed the street, and ventured into the same Laundromat they were at yesterday. Inside the brick structure, Trudy went up to the pop machine and got two cans of sprite, giving one to Jane, the girls leaving afterward, walking down West 76th street, down toward the two tunnels. However, instead of going under the tracks and the shoreway, they crawled up onto the railroad bed and finally stood upon all the gravel, looking east along the rails.
” Hey…let’s follow these tracks till we get to downtown…then bum around there…how about that?”, suggested the blond.
” That’s exactly what I wanted to do…so let’s go.”
Trudy turned up the radio as “Paperback Writer” came over the speaker, the girls walking along, a pop can in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
After they passed West 65th Street and kept on walking, Jane reached down and grabbed a rock, throwing the thing at the tracks, picking up another and doing the same thing again until a few feet off in the distance she saw a rabbit in the brush, causing the girl to pick up a third rock and throw it as hard as she could, obviously aiming at the animal. She hit the creature at the first try, the rabbit quickly jumping forward, running as fast as it could into the bushes and woods alongside the tack, getting out of sight.
” Pretty good, Jane…you got it…not bad.”
” Sometimes I get lucky…but then again…I used to play on a softball team years back in school.”
” Did they make you the pitcher?”
” No…I just played third base…but I made a lot of good catches.”
Walking along, Trudy looked forth and saw a railroad signal ahead, the thing standing there on the right side of the tracks, a metal post with two lights on top of it, red and green.
” See that thing there…that light?”, said Trudy.
” Yea…the green light’s on.”
” Let’s see if you can hit it with a rock…bust it.”
” All right…sure.”
Jane bent down and grabbed a rock, quickly throwing it at the light.
” Ha ha…you missed.”, exclaimed Trudy.
” Yea…let’s see you hit it.”
Trudy reached down and took up a rock, throwing it as hard as she could at the green light.
” You missed too…ha, ha!’, said Jane.
Shaking her head, the brunette picked up another and threw it, Jane doing the same, both girls now throwing rocks at the signal over and over until Jane hit the green light. However, to their dissatisfaction the thing didn’t break, causing the girls to grab more rocks and throw them, striking the light a few more times with no effect.
” Fuck…”, said Trudy, “…that glass must be over an inch think…we ain’t gonna break it.”
Curiosity taking hold, the blond ventured over to the signal and looked up at it, saying, ” Yea…seems that way…too bad I can’t reach it…I could then smash it with something.”
Trudy’s head went back and forth a few times until she saw a larger rock to the side in the brush, after which she went over and picked up the thing, walking over to the signal where she said to Jane, ” Here hold my pop can…let me crawl up on your shoulder…maybe I can use this to smash it in.”
” OK.”
With some effort, Trudy eventually stood on the blond’s shoulders and started banging away at the green light with a rock the size of a brick. However, as she kept pounding away at it, Trudy said, ” Man…this shit won’t bust…how thick is that glass anyway?”
” Guess they gotta make it that way…otherwise it would’ve been smashed a long time ago by some other jerk.”
” I suppose you’re right.”
Trudy tossed the rock to the side and jumped off the other girl, when suddenly Jane said, ” Hey look…the light…it just turned red!”
Looking up at the signal and taking back her pop, the brunette said, ” I think that means a train should be coming…right?”
Jane looked east, then west along the tracks and said, ” I don’t see anything.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Trudy just turned around and kept walking as the blond did the same, both girls still moving toward downtown Cleveland. About three minutes later, however, they saw something way off in the distance, a train’s head light as the locomotive came around the far away bend.
” There you go…”, said the blond, “…there’s the train.”
” Wouldn’t it be cool if we could derail it somehow…that would really get the news people talking.”
” I don’t think we could do that…too much work ruining the tracks to cause something like that.”
” I know…but its just the idea…if you had dynamite…we could blow up the train as it moves on by…that would be fun.”
” Yea…it would be…but here…that gives an idea.”
” What?”, asked Trudy as she watched Jane reach into her pocket.
” Money…coins…I got two quarters here…I’ll put it on the rail…it’s neat to see how the train flattens out the money.”
Rolling her eyes, Trudy nevertheless said, ” OK…yea…let’s see what happens.”
Jane squatted down and placed the two coins upon the rail, stepping back afterward, the girl moving toward the brush were she joined the brunette, both girls now sitting on an old tree stump, waiting for the train to come by.
It didn’t take much longer and the freight train came along, past the girls, making a whole bunch of noise. After drinking the rest of her pop, Jane threw the empty can at one of the box cars as it sped by, the thing striking the metal door, and finally falling to the ground. Finished with her beverage as well, Trudy also threw her empty can at the train, but this time, the can flew right into one of the empty and open box cars, coming out on the other side.
” That was cool.”, remarked Jane.
” Yep…I shouldn’ve been on a softball team too…right?”
” Guess so.”
After the caboose went bye, the train disappearing into the distance, its sound growing feinter and feinter, the two girls stepped forward and went directly up to the same spot where Jane placed the money.
” Yea…look at that.”, remarked Trudy, “…just like you said…all flat…you can’t even make out what it says on the coins anymore.”
Before Jane could respond, they heard someone yell, ” Hey…you two…WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA!”
Looking over to the south side of the tracks toward a five foot high fence, they saw some guy standing next to a delivery truck parked in a lot behind some factory, the guy still yelling, ” You threw a pop can at my truck…you scratched it!”
” Fuck you…that’s your problem…asshole!”, said Trudy.
” Go to hell…bitch…I oughtta make you pay.”
” For what…that truck’s an old piece of shit…ain’t worth crap.”
” That’s not the idea.”
” Oh yea…well here…here’s more of the “idea”.”
The brunette made a few steps to the right and grabbed the can Jane had, raising it over and head and throwing the thing over the fence as hard as she could, right at the truck, hitting the side of it!
” YOU BITCH…YOU WHORE!”, exclaimed the man as he quickly went toward the fence wishing to crawl over it.
Right before he could reach the top, Jane bent down and grabbed a bunch of rocks and started throwing them at the guy, Trudy doing the same as well, the two girls bombarding the man, causing him to let go of the fence, hold his face, and step back toward his vehicle, walking behind it, using it for cover, screaming away at the girls, ” YOU CUNTS…FUCKEN BITCHES!”
As fast as they could, Jane and Trudy ran into brush, into the wooded area, hiding themselves as the man again approached the fence, this time crawling over it and finally walking up on the tracks where he stared forth toward the bushes and then began moving toward them, eveuatully making his way deeper and deeper into the growth, looking for the two wicked girls.
Squatting down low, Jane whispered to Trudy, ” He’s over there…I see him.”
” Yea…and see that other thing there?”
” What?”
” That thick tree branch laying a few feet away…here…I’ll get it.”
Like an animal, Trudy crawled forth on all fours until she reached the piece of wood, taking hold of it and slowly and quietly crawling toward the man, staying behind him the whole time, the guy standing there, his head moving back and forth.
As fast as she could, the brunette sprang to her feet and then brought the stick down over his head, striking him as hard as she could, doing it again, causing him to fall to his knees, after which Jane ran forth and began kicking the side of his head while Trudy worked away with the stick, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…MOTHERFUCKER…HERE…EAT THIS…YEA!”
“AHH…PLEASE…NO…STOP!”, cried the guy as the life slowly flowed from his body.
” WHAT’S WRONG…YOU AIN’T SO TOUGH ANYMORE…CREEP!”, exclaimed the brunette as she went at it, striking him over and over!
” YEA…CREEP…”, yelled Jane, still kicking him, “…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU!!”
Eventually, the guy didn’t move or say anything anymore, his head all bashed in as Trudy threw the stick to the side, and pulled herself back together. However, the blond kept at it, not only kicking him, but stepping down on his face over and over with the heel of her boot, making a mess of the guy until she too finally stopped, her chest cavity quickly moving in and out as the girl caught her breath.
A minute later, Jane said, ” Man…we sure did him in…look at him…his head doesn’t even look human anymore!”
” He deserved it…asshole…what a jerk…thought he could do something to us…well…we sure got him…didn’t we?”
” We sure did.”, answered Jane as she squatted before the corpse and began searching through all his pockets until the girl said, ” Here…his wallet.”
After the blond stood straight again, the two bitches quickly examined the wallet’s contents with Trudy saying, ” Hey yea…look at that…twenty eight bucks…all for us…we’ll spend it in downtown when we get there.”
They split the money and Jane asked, ” What are we gonna with him?”
” Um…nothing…leave it there…the bushes hide everything…let’s go.”
Nodding her head, Jane fired up a fresh cigarette and strolled back up onto the tracks with Trudy following her, the brunette also firing up a fresh cigarette. When she was about to reach down to her radio and adjust the tuning knob, the dark-haired girl exclaimed, ” Fuck…the radio…, I lost it.”
” It’s gotta be here somewhere…probably in the bushes where we were crawling around.”
Slowly, Jane and Trudy walked back into the brush and searched for the thing, walking near the corpse every once in a while until Jane yelled out, ” Here it is…I found it.”
” Good.”, said Trudy as the brunette joined her friend and they both strolled back out to the tracks, walking toward the downtown area again, moving along, acting like nothing important happened, taking about this and that until finally they reached the Cuyahoga River.
Coming to a halt, Trudy looked forth and said, ” You mean we gotta walk across that?”
” It’s only a bridge.”
” Yea…but its a drawbridge…and look…I can even see the water from between the railroad ties.”
” Oh…we’ll be all right.”
” If you say so.”
Slowly and with a little bit of caution, the two girls stepped onto the huge structure, walking along, making sure they didn’t slip and fall between the open tracks. However, when they were a little more than halfway across, they heard a whistle blow followed by a huge vibration, feeling like an “earthquake”.
” Hey…what the fuck’s going on here?”, exclaimed Trudy.
” The bridge is going up…there see…we forgot to look, a big ship’s coming in!”
” Then let’s run…c’mon…we gotta make to the other side while we still got a chance!”
Like mad, the girls ran and ran, putting everything into it, trying to reach the far end before it gets too high. When they got to the east side of the bridge, however, they found that it was already too high up, making it impossible for them to jump. Fear and terror on their faces, Jane and Trudy looked up, seeing the structure’s top cross beam getting closer and closer!
” IT’S GONNA CRUSH US!”, yelled Jane.
” GET DOWN…LAY DOWN…THAT’S ALL WE CAN DO!”
As fast as they could, the two girls went low, laying down upon their stomachs, stretching their frames across the railroad ties, looking down between the openings, seeing the water below, the bridge getting higher and higher until they were well over a hundred feet above the river.
” OH PLEASE…STOP….STOP!”, cried Jane, whimpering like a little baby as she looked upward now and then, not knowing how much space would be left.
Trudy was the same way, saying, ” I DON’T WANNA DIE…PLEASE!!”
Finally, the bridge stopped and came to a halt, leaving less than two feet of space between the tracks and the cross beam.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Jane reached up with her hand and touched the metal “ceiling”, causing Trudy to look over and say, ” Now that’s what I call luck…we could’ve been crushed to death if there was only a little less space.”
” I can’t wait till this is over…this is bullshit…hate this bridge.”
” I think we’ll be OK…here comes the ship…just pretend it’s our “boat” coming in.”
Slowly, a large oar ship worked its way into the mouth of the Cuyahoga, blowing its horn now and then until finally the front of the vessel was directly under the bridge, moving along, the ship floating on by, revealing its deck as the girls simply held still and watched, shaking a little with fear.
Five minutes later, the boat’s stern cleared the overpass, causing the whistle to blow again, the whole structure vibrating a second time as the bridge began its descent, slowly moving downward, going down and down, closer and closer to the water until it was only five feet above the surface and Trudy said, ” Now…let’s go…get up.”
They got to their feet and quickly jumped off the east end of the bridge onto the ground, turning around afterward, watching as the bridge finally wedged itself into place and all the noise stopped.
” We better be careful the next time.”, mentioned the blond.
” Yea…in a way it reminded me of one of those rides in an amusement park.”
” But it wasn’t fun…I wasn’t “amused” at all.”
” You were scared…I saw you.”
” So were you…that thing was a real threat…we didn’t know how much space was left up there…it was scary.”
Turning around, Trudy looked down the tracks and said, ” Well…we’ll follow the rails till we get to that turn up there…then we’ll follow that road up that hill which leads out of the flats to downtown.”
” OK.”
It didn’t take twenty more minutes and they were moving up the hill, walking up to Superior Avenue, the street flanked on all sides by tall skyscrapers together with a large amount of traffic, cars going here and there and people walking all over the place.
After she fired up a fresh cigarette, Jane asked, ” Where do you wanna spend some money first?”
” There…”, answered the brunette, pointing toward the Terminal Tower, “…there’s a bar in there…Stouffer’s Inn…let’s get a drink.”
At a casual pace, they walked along until they turned a corner and entered Public Square, finally going into the large structure built right up against the main tower. Inside, they went straight up to the bar and sat down, taking note of the elegant decor, the place looking real nice.
” Just a shot of whisky for each of us.”, said Jane.
” Yes ma’am.”, replied the bartender as he poured each girl a drink, took the money, and then did something else.
After they each fired up fresh cigarettes, the girls started drinking, quickly downing all the booze until Jane said to the guy, ” Another round…both of us.”
” OK.”
He got each bitch another drink and returned to his other work, the two girls still sitting there, drinking the whisky, their eyes wandering all over the place, when Jane suddenly whispered over to the brunette, ” I just noticed something.”
” What?”
” There’s a whole bunch of people coming in and out of this place.”
” Of course…it’s a hotel.”
” Yea…but they all seem like they got money…big money.”
” I guess it cost allot to stay here.”
Yelling over to the bartender, Jane asked, ” How much does it cost to spend a night here?”
He strolled over and said, ” It depends on what you want…the receptionist desk is over there…by that counter across the room.”
” Yea OK…but just give me a general amount…the average room is what?”
” Well…,about seventy five to a hundred a night.”
” All right…thanks.”
” No problem.”
After the bartender moved away from them, Jane said to Trudy, ” You see…the people who come here all got money.”
” What are you trying to say, Jane?”
” I was wondering…”
” No…don’t even think about it.”
” Why not…I bet we could make more than we’re making now with that domiantrix thing.”
” Yea but you gotta have sex then…you know…real sex…fucking and stuff…the way we do it there’s non of that…just the domination stuff.”
” We could always give it a try.”
” No…we could get sick…catch a disease.”
” These are rich people.”
” And rich people don’t catch sexual diseases?”
” Yea but…c’mon.”
” How do you know they do stuff like that here anyway…not every hotel runs its own “escort” service…you know.”
” Well…I just wanted to know what you thought about the idea…that’s all.”
” Forget it…OK?”
Making a sigh, Jane said, “All right…whatever.” She yelled over to the bartender, “Hey…you…another drink.”
The bartender came over and poured them each a third serving, after which the two girls quickly drank the booze, paid him, fired up fresh cigarettes, and left, going back to Superior Avenue where they headed east.
“Well…there’s the main library…”, said Trudy as they walked past the building, “…you wanna stop inside and see if they got any more books on who was it…? Um…Hegel or some name like that.”
” Very funny…Trudy.”
” What do you mean…I thought you wanted to reflect or think about that stuff.”
” Yea…but not now.”
” Whatever.”
They strolled along, the song “Winchester Cathedral” coming on over the radio, causing Trudy to begin skipping and hopping up and down a little, the blond finally joining in, the booze having its effect, everyone else taking notice, wondering about their sanity as they continued on their way, getting “off” on the music. About another fifteen minutes went by and the girls found themselves at the East 9th Street intersection, Jane looking north down the street toward the Lakefront Peer, saying, ” Hey…you wanna eat there…at Captain Frank’s?”
Looking in the same direction, Trudy’s eyes lit up as she replied, ” Yea…of course…they got good sea food and we got some extra cash…, why fucken not!”
Excited and a little hungry too, they turned left and strolled down East 9th until they got to the shoreway overpass where they came to a halt and looked down at the highway, leaning against the railing, staring out at the horizon as well, Jane saying, ” Terrific view from here…can see all the way out on the lake…wouldn’t it be cool if we had a boat…we could take a ride out on the lake.”
” Maybe we will…tonight even.”
” I don’t get it…we ain’t got a boat.”
” We’ll talk about it in the restaurant there…let’s go…I’m hungry.”
” All right.”
On they went, walking down the street until they reached the peer, the restaurant at the very end of the long narrow dock. When they got inside, they were seated at a table and finally had some food brought out to them, the two girls having a real nice place, siting next to a huge window with a great view of the lake, the Cleveland Lighthouse making a beautiful impression against the clear blue sky. As they ate, Jane said, “So what’s this about a boat?”
Speaking in a low tone of voice, Trudy replied, ” You wanna party it up on a boat…you and me…out in the middle of the lake…drinking and snorting up all that shit…having a cool time?”
” Well yea…but like I said before…we ain’t got a boat.”
” Yea we do.”
” No we don’t…what do you mean?”
” The Luger in the drawer at home says we got a boat for tonight.”
” You mean you wanna steal one.”
” Why not…and I know just the place too…the Edgewater Marina…, you know the place.”
” Yea…by Edgewater Park…but what if we get caught?”
” Oh…we won’t get fucken caught…the Luger says we won’t…trust me.”
After they finished their food, the girls each ordered coffee in a plastic disposable cup and ventured outside to the back area of the restaurant, leaning against a railing facing out onto the lake, the two young ladies taking in the nice fresh air with a gentle breeze blowing now and then.
Firing up a cigarette, Trudy looked out onto the water and said, ” Yep…, it’s nice out there…I bet the city at night would look great too…can’t wait to see it.”
” What are we gonna do with the boat when we’re done.”
” Ditch it somewhere along the shore and then leave…who cares.”
” OK…whatever.”
After they finished off the coffee and smoked a few more cigarettes, Jane and Trudy walked off the peer and headed back up East 9th until they again found themselves on Superior.
“Let’s take the bus home…get some things ready before we go on this boat ride.”, said Jane.
” OK…and here comes a bus.”
Running forth, the girls made it to the bus stop right when the huge vehicle came to a halt, each girl getting on the thing with Jane paying the fare for both of them, the two bitches finally taking a seat in the back area, looking out the window as the bus started moving, driving down the street until it got to the Detroit-Superior Bridge where it went over the Cuyahoga River and was on its way, going west on Detroit, stopping and going, letting people on and off until finally it reached West 83rd Street. They got off the bus and strolled down the street until they reached Lake Avenue, kept going, and then turned left into Baker, walking a few more feet until they where home again.
Jane looked up at the livinroom clock and said, ” Man…look at the tine…it’s almost five…we were out all day…that walk along the tracks sure took a while.”
” Yea…but we had a lot of fun today…the drawbridge scared us a little…but did you see the look on that guy’s face as we bashed his head in…that alone was worth a million.”
” He ain’t gonna fuck with anyone anymore…ha, ha.”, said the blond.
At a causal pace, Trudy went upstairs, took a piss, washed her hands, and came back downstairs, after which Jane did the same, also returning to the livingroom, where she saw Trudy with the pistol in her hand, the brunette looking down at the thing, saying, ” Might makes right…you got this…you got power…it’s all about power…everything grows from the barrel of a gun.”
” You stoled those worlds from someone.”
” I did?”
” Yea…about everything coming from a gun…but I think the original phrase was ” power grows from the barrel of a gun.”
” Who said that?”
” Um…ah…I think it was some communist guy…some Marxist.”
” A friend of your Karl Marx I suppose?”
” Ah…no…they never met…this other guy lived later…hey wait…, yea…he’s that Chinese guy…what’s his name…Mao…yea, that’s him.”
” Who cares about the fucken communists…stop talking about all that shit…I don’t care.”
” OK…so what are we gonna take with us tonight for the boat ride.”
” Not much…just the coke, the radio, booze, and this gun here.”
” Sounds good to me…what time are we gonna leave?”
” Around Eight…I want it to be dark when we get to the marina…we’ll stop at the bar first for a bottle or two.”
As Jane nodded her head, she strolled over to the shelf and grabbed a “45”, placing the record down on the turntable, a bunch of songs from the Stones coming on. Liking the music, the sexy blond turned up the volume and began dancing around the livingroom a little, getting off at the tunes, when suddenly they heard the guy next door screaming, “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!!”
” It’s that asshole again…”, remarked Trudy, “…that motherfucker…what the hell’s his damn problem anyway…doesn’t he like the band or something…, creep.”
After she placed the gun down to the coffee table, the brunette marched over to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside on the front porch, looking over at the other guy’s place, the girl yelling, ” WHAT’S YOUR DAMN PROBLEM…ASSHOLE…IT AIN’T EVEN THAT FUCKEN LOUD?”
” TURN IT DOWN…BITCH, OR I’LL CALL THE COPS…I MEAN IT!!”
Pissed off, Trudy nevertheless went back inside and turned down the stereo, saying to Jane, ” Oh I hate that guy…hate his damn guts!”
” I know…wish he were dead.”
Looking down at the Luger, Trudy said, ” Man…wouldn’t it be cool if I could just walk over there right now with that pistol and plug him…, man that would be neat…it’d be even better if I could remove the silencer…just to hear the discharge…pump two rounds into that asshole…watch him fly back into his screen door…oh would that be fun…kill that motherfucker…, oh yea!”
“Maybe we should kill him…really.”
” That’s crazy…he lives right next door…the cops would be suspicious.”
” I don’t think they’d suspect us…remember…we’re just girls…, ha ha!”
Thinking for a second, Trudy replied, ” Hmmm…you got a point there…a real fucken point.”
Walking over to the drawer, the brunette removed the cocaine bag and poured a small amount onto the coffee table’s surface, tossing the rest of the bag to the sofa’s edge, saying, ” You’re right, Jane…I’m gonna kill him…and right now at that…get rid of his ugly wife as well.”
She grabbed the straw and snorted up the coke, the drug’s effect giving her “courage” and energy, causing her to pick up the gun, shove it into her belt, and then stroll over to the front door, after which she opened it and went outside, walking down the steps onto the sidewalk, where she turned and strolled the few feet over to the neighbor’s place, finally going up on his front porch, pounding on the door, yelling,, ” HEY MOTHERFUCKER…ASSHOLE…, OPEN UP!!”
Seconds later, the door opened and there stood the man, a mean look on his face, the guy saying, ” Get off my porch…bitch!”
” Yea…well…here…FUCK YOU!!”
Trudy reached for the gun and pulled back at the trigger, the silencer muffling all the noise as the man flew back into his livingroom, the bullet’s impact pushing him a couple of feet back. After Trudy stepped inside, the guy’s wife came around a corner, saying. ” What’s all the commotion here…what…”
However, before she could say anything else, their eyes met and Trudy pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right into the lady’s head. The woman fell over with a huge pool of blood forming next to her.
As Trudy turned around, she suddenly saw Jane standing by the entrance saying, ” So you really did it…you killed ‘em both.”
” You bet I did…they ain’t gonna fuck with me anymore…that’s for sure.”
” All right…what are we gonna do now?”
Pacing back and forth a little, the brunette finally said, ” Um…, let’s take what we can…search their pockets…I’ll go upstairs and look around for anything like jewelry and shit.”
” OK.”
Jane searched the bodies and found some money on the guy, thirty six dollars, the girl stuffing the money into her pocket. She looked up and saw Trudy come back down the steps, holding something in her hand, saying, ” Cool…check this out.”
” That’s a pocket watch…it’s gotta get us at least another bag of coke next week.”
” I found it in the nighstand drawer upstairs.”
” You mean there wasn’t anything else?”
” Not that I could see.”
” We gotta get rid of the bodies…we can’t just leave ‘em here.”
Strolling up to the front door, Trudy looked out onto the street and said, ” There’s no one around, the factories are all closed now…here…, I’ll pull up the car…we’ll drop ’em in the trunk.”
” All right…but let’s be quick about it.”
” Sure.”
The brunette went outside and walked back to her place where she placed the gun and watch down on the coffee table and left again, locking the door, finally going over to the Impala. She lowered her nice ass behind the wheel, started the engine, and then slowly drove the car up into her dead neighbor’s driveway, next to the house, the wicked girl finally getting out and going back into the home. Inside, she went up to Jane and said, ” We’ll carry ‘em out the side door…I got the car right there.”
” OK…good.”
Walking up to the guy first, Trudy reached under his arm pits while Jane took him up by the ankles, both girls slowly carrying the body out to the kitchen over to the side entrance where they finally went through the door and dropped the corpse into the car’s trunk. Back inside, they did the same with the dead lady as Trudy remarked, ” Man…what a fat bitch…is she heavy…why would anyone wanna fuck her.”
” Who knows.”, answered the blond as they carried the woman’s dead body out to the Impala, rolling it into the trunk, the fat corpse dropping down on top of the first body.
After Jane closed the trunk, both girls went back inside the place and Trudy said, ” OK…we gotta clean up…the blood and stuff…that way when the cops find the dead bodies, they’ll never know they were killed here…how does that sound?”
” Good…hopefully they got some cleaning stuff in the kitchen.”
Jane left and quickly returned with a pail, a sponge, and some cleaning solution. The two bitches went to work, washing up all of the blood from the floor, making sure the place looked as good as new. When they were done, Jane returned the items and both girls left, making sure the place was secure, the front and side doors locking by themselves when shut.
Inside the car, Trudy started the engine and looked over to her friend on the passenger seat, the brunette asking, ” Where do you wanna dump the bodies?”
” It’s almost dark now…maybe we should drop ‘em at the same place we dumped that old guy we met at the pool.”
” At Viking?”
” Yea.”
” All right…sure.”
Trudy backed out of the drive and then drove up to Lake Avenue where she simply made a right and drove down past the green bridge, finally making a left into Viking right by the Light House Inn. She drove up the lonely deserted street for a while until finally the bitch came to a halt, pulling the car up against the railroad dam. After they got out, they pulled each body from the truck and simply dragged it into the brush, concealing the dead people from view. Finished, they got back into the car and Trudy drove forward again, going down Viking until she slowly came to another halt about three hundred feet from where they dumped the bodies.
In the darkness, Trudy rolled down the window and started sniffing at the air, causing Jane to say, ” What are doing?”
” Smell it…can’t you smell the stink a little?”
Opening her window as well, Jane stuck her nose out and said, ” Oh yea…that stinks…it’s that old guy…right?”
” Probably…here…let me see.”
” C’mon Trudy…let’s get outta here.”
” Just a second.”
The brunette stepped out of the car and ventured over to the brush, stepping into the wooded area up against the railroad dam, searching around in the dark until she said, ” Here…I found him…look.”
” Oh c’mon…do I have to?”
” Just come here.”
Reluctantly, the blond got out of the Impala and walked over until she stood next to the rotting corpse, holding her mouth, looking down at it, saying, ” Gross…it’s horrible… and it’s really starting to stink.”
Nodding her head, Trudy slowly turned around and then lowered her pants and panties, causing Jane to say, ” What are you doing?”
” What I did to him before…I’ll do it one more time just for kicks…, ha, ha!”
As Trudy squatted over the corpse, hanging her nice naked ass over its head, Jane said, ” Man…you’re crazy, Trudy.”
” I know.”
PISS! PISS! PISS!
The brunette peed all over the dead body, pissing away, even smiling up at Jane while she relived herself until she was finished, the perverted girl finally pulling up her clothes, both young ladies returning to the car where they got in and drove off, going back home.
Inside their house, Jane said, ” Are we still gonna take that “boat ride”?”
” Of course.”, replied Trudy as she strolled into the kitchen and came back with a small plastic lunch bag, pouring some cocaine into it, returning the original bag to the drawer, after which the brunette went upstairs, retrieved a black leather purse, and then came back down, placing the dope and the gun into the thing, finality saying, ” OK…let’s go…to the bar first.”
After Trudy secured the transistor radio to her belt, the two cunts left, strolling down the street, passing up their dead neighbor’s house, turning the corner. They went up to Lake, made a left, and began walking up to Detroit, passing the Laundromat on their way. In no time, they entered the West 74th Street bar, going in with Trudy saying to the bartender guy, ” Two bottles…Now!”
Obviously knowing what they wanted, the guy gave them the booze and took the money, watching the girls leave the place, the man simply shaking his head as they left.
Out on the street again, the two cunts went back the same direction from which they came, walking toward the Lake Avenue intersection where they took Lake down to the Laundromat, finally turning in West 76th Street, going down to the tunnel Strolling along in the dark, Trudy opened her bottle and took a quick drink, Jane doing the same until evenly they arrived at the first tunnel going under the tracks, the girl walking into the lonely and scary looking underpass, moving along with a small amount of light up in the distance as a guide. They got to the tunnel’s end and went down a few steps leading to the second longer tunnel going under the highway until they emerged at the other end, entering Edgewater Park. However, instead of going west toward the beach like they did once before, Jane and Trudy turned right and headed east, walking alongside the freeway. At last, they reached the Edgewater Marina, seeing the place enclosed by an eight foot high fence.
” So how are we gonna get in?”, asked Trudy.
” That road…over there…alongside the fence…it leads to the other part of the marina by the water filtration plant…I’m sure of it.”
” OK.”
In the black of night, the two bitches moved on, walking and walking, drinking some more of the whisky now and then. After ten more minutes of walking, they reached the other end of the boat docks, the girls leaning themselves against the fence with Trudy saying, “This must be the “quiet” side of the marina…it’s all dark…the boats all seem emty…no one around.”
” Wait…there…”, said Jane, “…look…that one small cabin cruiser…it’s got a light on inside.”
” Yea…I can see people moving around inside too…good…we’ll take that one…I’m sure they got the keys to start the thing.”
Looking up toward the top of the fence, Jane shoved her flat booze bottle into her back pocket flush up against her smooth ass and raised her right foot, pushing the toe of her black western boot into the fencing, the blond bitch crawling upward, slowly reaching the top, saying, ” It’s easy Trudy…c’mon.”
With her black purse hanging over shoulder, the brunette dropped her bottle into the leather thing and also began her ascent, working her way up the fence until she too was all the way on top, after which they crawled over the top bar and slowly lowered themselves down to the other side. Their boots on the ground again, the girls strolled up to the water’s edge and stepped onto the wooden walkway between all the vacant boats, approaching the one cabin cruiser that was occupied.
Once they got near the boat, Jane and Trudy slowly took hold of the vessel’s side and slowly stepped onto the deck as Trudy reached into her purse and produced the Luger, holding the thing in front of her, both girls moving right up to the door.
Like nothing, Trudy simply knocked. A second later, some guy opened the door and stared straight down the barrel of her gun, a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
” Get back…step back.”, ordered the dark-haired drug addicted bitch.
Having no choice, the middle aged guy made a few steps in reverse with his hands up, allowing Trudy and the other cunt to enter, Jane finally closing the door behind her.
Trudy glanced to the side and saw a woman, the lady saying with fear in her voice, ” Jeff…who are these people…why is she holding a gun.”
” I don’t know Karen…never saw them before…what do you want, lady?”
Looking directly at the woman, Jane said, ” Pull the curtains shut…NOW!”
Without hesitation, the frightened woman did what the blond wanted, when Trudy said with sarcasm in her voice, ” OK Jeff…here’s what I want…I want you to give me the keys to this fucken boat.”
” You mean you wanna steal the boat?”
” Please Jeff…just do what she says.”, insisted the lady.
The guy reached into his pants pocket and slowly produced a set of keys, handing them to Jane, the man saying, ” It’s the big key.”
” Thanks.”, was all Trudy said right before she pulled back at the trigger, sending a bullet right into the center of his chest, the thing going into his heart, killing him instantly as he fell over backwards, the other woman screaming, holding her head!
” OK…cunt…”, said Trudy, “…I take it you’re his wife…right?”
” Yes…Yes…please don’t hurt me.”
” Oh…I promise…you won’t feel a thing…right Jane?”
” Nope…she won’t feel a thing.”
Making a step back, Trudy stood next to Jane and gave the blond the gun, saying, ” OK Jane…it’s your turn…you shoot her.”
” NO…PLEASE…NO!”, begged the lady, her frame shaking all over as she slowly sank to her knees.
” Me?”, asked the blond, ” You want me to kill her?”
” Of course…I’ve been doing all the shooting up till now…now it’s your turn…do it…remember…we’re in this together…right?”
The gun in her hand, Jane slowly aimed it at the poor lady and stared straight into the victim’s eyes, the woman sobbing and crying, begging for her life, ” PLEASE…YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT…PLEASE…PLEASE!!”
” Do it Jane…kill her…KILL HER!!”, demanded the brunette, fire in her dark eyes!
“PLEASE…PLEASE…I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU…WHY?”
“KILL HER…KILL…KILL! KILL!!!”
Trudy’s voice taking charge, Jane pulled the trigger, hearing the gun’s light whistle as a piece of lead went straight into the lady’s chest, the woman dying instantly just like her husband.
A smile on the blond’s face, Jane said, ” That was easy…real easy.”
” Of course…killing is easy…it’s the quickest way to get what you fucken want.”
Jane gave the pistol back to the brunette who placed the instrument of death into her leather purse. Trudy put her purse down to the side, looked around and said, ” Let’s check things out here…see what we can find…I’ll search their pockets…you look elsewhere.”
” OK.”
Quickly, Trudy stuck her hand into each pocket and finally said, ” Yea…a wallet…oh yea…over fifty bucks inside…yea…great.”
” Hey look, Trudy…her purse.”
After the blond bitch opened the thing, she too found some cash, over forty dollars, causing the brunette to say, ” Yep…they got a boat…so they must be rich.
They continued their plunder, removing the wedding rings from each dead person’s finger, also removing a gold necklace from the lady and an expensive watch from the man’s wrist, the girls dropping everything into Trudy’s purse.
Jane walked over to the other side of the cabin’s interior and said, ” Look at these…binoculars.”
” Cool…we can use ‘em when we’re out on the lake.”, replied Trudy as she grabbed her purse and slowly left the cabin, quietly pushing the door open, making sure no one else was around.
Once they were out on deck, Trudy set her purse down to the floor in a corner of the boat and grabbed hold of a small ladder, crawling to the top of the roof where she found the controls and two seats, after which Jane followed and both girls parked their butts, Trudy seated behind the wheel, pushing the key into the ignition, slowly turning the thing until the motor stared.
Looking down at the panel, Trudy said, ” OK…let’s see…what does what…I think this is the throttle…makes it go fast and slow.”
She pushed the lever upward and the motor went louder. However, the boat didn’t move, it only rocked forward and backward.
” What the fuck’s wrong with this piece of shit…why ain’t we moving?”
The binoculars hanging from her neck, Jane glanced down over the side and said, ” Um…I think we gotta remove those ropes first…don’t you think…it’s tied to the dock.”
” Oh yea…of course…that was real smart.”
Wasting no time, Trudy raised her terrific ass from the seat and crawled down from the “roof”, going over to the ropes and detaching them, tossing them back toward the dock, the cunt finally returning to her seat behind the wheel.
The brunette pushed the throttle forward a little and the craft slowly moved out into a narrow channel which lead to the open water. As she steered the boat, Trudy said, ” I always get the urge to press down on a peddle with my foot…like there’s a brake or something down there, ha, ha!”
” Just be careful.”
” We’ll be all right…I don’t see anyone else around…and the lake’s calm.”
Slowly, the cabin cruiser moved along until they reached the end of the stone break wall, causing Trudy to turn left and steer the thing out into the open lake, after which she pushed the throttle forward a little more and picked up speed, saying, ” Now that was easy too…easier than shooting someone…ha ha!”
Taking up the binoculars, Jane placed them to her eyes and inspected the dark horizon, finally saying, ” There…let’s head there…out to that thing…I can hardly see it in the dark…I’ve always wondered what it is?”
” What thing?”
” That thing…there…see…it’s got a light flashing on it.”
” Oh yea…it looks like a ship but never moves…that reddish thing out there a mile or so.”
” Yea.”
” OK.”
Trudy pushed the throttle forward even more and really picked up speed, the boat moving along until Jane got up and started crawling down the ladder, Trudy asking, ” Where are you going?”
” I’m gonna get rid of the bodies…drop ‘em over…they won’t find ‘em for a few days until something floats to shore.”
” Um…yea…OK…go ahead.”
At ease with herself, Jane removed the binoculars and placed them down next to Trudy’s purse The blond went into the cabin and grabbed the lady’s dead body from under its arms pits, keeping herself steady as the boat rocked back and forth. Finally, with some effort, Jane pulled the body from the cabin and pushed it up over the railing until it fell over the side, splashing down into the water, the thing first going under but quickly coming back to the surface, twisting and turning a little as it “disappeared” into the distance, eventually out of sight. Back in the cabin again, the bitch did the same with the dead man, heaving his corpse over the edge, the girl standing there for a few moments afterward, waving at the body until she simply returned to her seat and parked her pretty ass next to the dark-haired cunt.
” Good…”, said Trudy, “…now we got rid of ‘em”
” We’re getting closer to that “thing”…can’t wait.”
” Me too…’, replied the brunette as she held the steering wheel, saying further, ” I’m already used to this boat…it’s neat…easy to drive…to bad we can’t keep it…go out every night…it’s beautiful out here.”
Turning around, Jane said, ” Look at that…the city.”
Trudy rotated her head and saw the Cleveland sky line, saying, ” It’s pretty…beautiful…look at the Terminal Tower…it’s all lit up…and those other high buildings…yep…too bad we can’t keep this thing.”
On they went, getting closer and closer to their destination, until finally Trudy pushed the throttle back and the craft drifted to a slow crawl, the girls now engulfed in almost complete silence, a mysterious feeling “haunting” the air but having no effect on the two machivious cunts.
” It’s huge.”, remarked Jane as Trudy slowly steered the craft fifty feet away from the metal edge, the thing’s side painted red, a light at the very top of the structure blinking on and off a regular intervals, acting as a beacon.
” HEY…ANYONE THERE…ANYONE HOME!!!, yelled Trudy.
” I don’t think anyone’s here.”, said Jane, after which Trudy brought the cabin cruiser right up against the structure’s side, bumping it, Jane saying, ” There…that ladder…pull up to it.”
” I see it…don’t worry.”
Finally, Trudy cut the engine and the silence felt even stronger as Jane got up and went down to the boat’s deck, reaching for a rope which she tied to a large eye bolt sticking forth from the “thing”.
After Trudy raised her ass from the driver’s seat, the brunette went down on the deck as well and grabbed her purse, hanging it over her shoulder, watching Jane take up the binoculars, the blond haning them around her neck. With Jane in the lead, the two evil girls took hold of the metal ladder and began crawling up the side of the structure, going up and up until Jane stepped over a railing and finally her boots were resting on a wooden “floor”. In no time, Trudy was up on the thing as well when the blond said, “Hmmm…looks like a circular walkway going around some inner place…look at all those glass windows.”
” Seems real old…like it’s been vacant for many years.”
Eventually, they made it up to a door and Jane looked inside, pressing her forehead against the door’s window, saying, ” It’s mostly dark in there…but I can see some shit…like a table and a chair.”
Turning the doorknob, Trudy tried to open it but found it locked, causing the girl to reach into her purse and grab the Luger. Using the gun’s grip to smash her way in, she returned the weapon to her purse and put her hand through the busted window, finally opening the door. When they stepped inside, Jane looked around and said, ” This must’ve been some joint years back.”
” I know what this place is…I remember now.”
” What is it?”
” It’s the water intake station for the whole city…years ago it was all operated manually…they had a person living out here…now it runs automatically, probably a motor or something way down below us at the bottom of the lake.”
” How would you know?”
” I think I remember something on the news I saw last year.”
” OK.”
” We need some fucken light.”, said Trudy.
” Here…I’ll be right back…I saw a lamp in the boat…be right back.”
” All right.”
In no time, the blond returned with a small battery powered lamp, the girl holding it by its upper handle as she placed it down on the table inside the structure and said, ” There…how’s that?”
” Perfect.”, replied the brunette as she pulled out a chair and parked her ass, Jane doing the same.
Removing her purse, Trudy placed the thing on top of the table and produced some of the dope, pouring the white powder out on the old wooden surface, after which she took up the straw and started snorting away, the blond taking up a second straw, also “ingesting the drug”, the two bitches getting themselves all “buzzed” and high.
Excited now, Trudy reached down to the radio attached to her belt and turned it on, the song “Time is on My Side” from the Stones coming forth, causing Trudy to remove her booze bottle and start drinking, Jane doing the same.
” This is a neat place.”, remarked Jane as she raised her ass, fired up a fresh cigarette and began dancing around to the music.
After Trudy got off her butt as well, she also fired one up and said, ” Give me those binoculars.”
Jane gave the thing to the brunette and Trudy ventured over to the window and pressed the same binoculars to her eyes, looking back toward Cleveland, saying, ” This is a great view…I can even see some cars moving around on the streets.”
The blond didn’t reply, she just continued to dance, the song ” Help Me Rhonda” playing next, getting Jane all excited, the booze and drug making its mark.
Before they new it, both girls were all drunk, staggering around the place, listening to one song after another, making fun of their victims, Trudy saying in between puffs of her cigarette, ” Ha…did you see that bitch…I like the way she begged… “OH PLEASE…PLEASE…PLEASE!!!”
” Yea that was funny.”, replied Jane as she jumped up on the table and began stomping her feet, the song “Wild Thing” coming from the radio now.
All intoxicated, Jane fell backward and rolled off the table, feeling nothing as she staggered to her feet and just moved around some more, getting off on the music, acting like a total fool!
Herself all messed up, Trudy went back to the table and again reached into her purse, taking out the gun, removing the silencer as her body swayed back and forth from the alcohol, the girl aiming the Luger at the other side of the room, finally pulling back at the trigger!
BANG!
Trudy discharged the Luger, causing Jane to scream out, ” WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
” Don’t worry….no one can hear it way out on the lake…don’t fucken worry.”
BANG! BANG!
The brunette shot out two of the windows as she yelled, ” KILL ‘EM…KILL ‘EM ALL…THAT’S WHAT’LL HAPPEN TO ANY ONE WHO FUCKS WITH ME…I’LL KILL ‘EM…YEA…KILL ‘EM…YEA!!!”
While she staggered and bumped into everything, the dark-haired girl kept shooting off the pistol until suddenly she heard only a clicking sound.
” It’s empty.”, said Jane.
” No fucken shit…well…who cares…we got more ammo back home.”
As she turned around, drunken Trudy tripped over her own feet, falling down on her nice ass, after which she started crawling on all fours back to the table where the bitch reached up with one hand, grabbed the black silencer tube, fumbled with it for a moment, and finally attached it back to the Luger. With some effort, the brunette got back on her feet and simply dropped the gun into her purse. She eventually fired up a fresh cigarette and staggered over to the front window, finding Jane standing there as well, leaning herself against the metal frame, staring out into the open water at the Cleveland sky line.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Trudy gazed forth into the distance and asked, ” What are we…what the fuck are we?”
” Scum…trash…and you know it.”
” Guess so.”, answered the brunette as she fired up another cigarette and just stared forth, a gentle breeze blowing over the lake, a calm sensation taking hold of both girls while the moon up above shined forth, its light reflecting off the water, making the place seem remote and isolated.
After five whole minutes of silence, Trudy said, ” I think there’s a little bit of coke left on the table…let’s use it…wake up from the booze…then we’ll ride around on the lake for the rest of the night…how about it.”
” OK.”, answered Jane as the blond followed the dark-haired girl over to the table and the two cunts snorted up the remaining dope, sniffing away at it like two animals, placing the straw to one of their nostrils, holding the other shut until they were done, each girl firing up another cigarette afterward, inhaling the smoke as Jane grabbed the lamp, turned it off, and Trudy took up her purse and the binoculars.
Moving much faster now from the strong stimulant, they quickly strolled over to the metal ladder and made their descent, Trudy taking the lead. Back on the cabin cruiser, Jane detached the rope. They placed everything to one corner of the deck and parked their butts back in the two seats, Trudy finally starting the engine, pulling away from the huge structure. In no time, the cocaine was having its maximum effect, causing the dark-haired bitch to pull back at the throttle and really pick up speed, finally pulling the throttle all the way open, the boat racing forward as a whole bunch of water sprayed out from the back, the craft “flying” over the lake’s surface, moving further and further out toward the horizon until they could hardly see the city skyline.
” WEEEE…YEA…WEEEE….COOL…LOOK US GO!!”, cried Trudy as she sat there with the draft blowing across her face.
” FASTER…CAN’T YOU MAKE THIS FUCKEN THING GO FASTER!!”, yelled the blond.
” IT’S ALREADY AS FAST AS AS IT CAN GO…FUCK YEA….WEEEEE!!”
Her hand on the wheel, Trudy started rotating the steering back and forth, making the boat rock as Jane exclaimed, ” WATCH OUT…WE’LL FALL OVER!”
” NO WE WON’T…DON’T WORRY…WE’LL BE OK!”
On and on they went, Trudy also turning the radio up to full blast as ” Day Tripper” from the Beatles came forth, causing Trudy to put the boat in a circular spin now and then, doing “doughnuts” in the water before she straightened the craft again, went straight for a while, and then went in circles again, driving like crazy.
For the next twenty minutes they kept it up until Jane suddenly yelled out, “HEY…WHA’S THAT?”
“WHAT?”, replied Trudy over the engine’s roar.
” THAT LIGHT WAY OFF IN THE DISTANCE.”
The brunette pushed back at the throttle and the boat came to a slow crawl, after which Jane got up, went down on the deck, and returned with the binoculars, staring away at the distinct phenomena.
” It’s a ship…”, said the blond, “…yea…a big ship…way off on the horizon.”
” Let’s check it out.”, replied Trudy as she opend the throttle again, causing the boat to race forward, going like mad further and further out into the open water.
A half hour later, they were finally gaining on the huge craft, when Jane yelled over all the noise, “HEY…LOOK AT THAT…LOOKS JUST LIKE THAT FUCKEN SHIP WE SAW GOING UNDER THAT BRIDGE!”
” MAYBE IT’S THE SAME ONE…DROPPED OFF ITS CARGO…NOW IT’S LEAVING AGAIN!”
After another two minutes, the girls were speeding along side the ship, looking up at it, seeing the superstructure above, the thing having a bunch of windows and lights on it, making it look like a big Christmas Tree, causing Trudy to start screaming, “HEY…ANYONE HEAR ME…HEY YOU…UP THERE!!”
” YEA…HELLO!”, cried Jane as well.
Their screaming and the noise of the boat cased two guys to look downward and laugh, waving at the girls, one of the men yelling back, ” HEY…YOU WANNA COME ON BOARD?”
” YOU WISH…MOTHER FUCKER!”, cried Trudy as both girls pulled up at her T-shirts and exposed themselves, showing all the guys up on deck their beautiful and succulent tits!
” COME AND GET IT!”, yelled Jane while Trudy continued to steer the boat with one hand, holding her shirt up with the other.
” HERE…WATCH THIS!”, exclaimed the brunette when the cabin cruiser reached the front of the huge vessel.
Risking everything, Trudy made a sharp right cutting straight across the ships path, the monstrous bow coming toward them until the brunette made it to the other side, again making a quick right, speeding down along the other side of the ship, moving toward the stern, the two girls constantly yelling up at the deck, all the guys on board laughing and waving.
When she got to the stern, Trudy steered around the back of the ship and again sped alongside the thing, doing this over and over a few times, keeping her shirt up, enjoying all the attention, until suddenly a man’s voice came over a loud speaker, the guy sounding very serious, ” PLEASE MOVE AWAY FROM THE SHIP!!”
” FUCK YOU…ASSHOLE!”, cried Jane in return.
” MOVE AWAY FROM THE SHIP OR I’LL CALL THE COAST GUARD!”
Afraid of getting the authorities involved, Trudy backed off. The girls lowered their T-shirts and Trudy finally turned the boat around, headed back to the shore a few miles away.
With the boat speeding along, Jane remarked, “THAT WAS FUNNY…DID YOU SEE ALL THOSE GUYS…THEY’LL BE DREAMING ABOUT US ALL NIGHT!”
Looking over at her friend, Trudy yelled, ” I WONDER WHERE THAT SHIP’S GOING?”
” I DON’T KNOW…WHO CARES!”
” SO WHAT TIME IS IT ANYWAY?”
Jane glanced down at her watch and screamed over the boat’s noise, ” IT’S PAST MIDNIGHT!”
“OK…LET’S JUST FUCK AROUND HERE ON THE LAKE FOR A WHILE…I LIKE THIS THING…I JUST WANNA DRIVE IT AROUND FOR A WHILE.”
” ALL RIGHT.”
As the ship moved further and further off into the dark horizon, eventually disappearing from view, the girls continued “playing around” with the cabin cruiser, even taking turns at driving it, speeding around in circles, doing more ” doughnuts” for the next two hours until Trudy yelled, ” LET’S GO BACK NOW BEFORE WE RUN OUTTA GAS.”
” GOOD IDEA.”
Aiming the craft at the shore, Trudy drove the thing forward, moving and moving closer to land until Jane grabbed the binoculars and stared forth, saying, ” LOOKS LIKE A CLIFF OR SOMETHING…NOW I CAN MAKE OUT A SMALL BEACH.”
” WE MIGHT BE APPROACHING LAKEWOOD OR CLEVELAND’S EDGEWATER DRIVE.”
Turning to the left, Jane glance at the downtown sky line and said, “I THINK WE’RE STILL IN CLEVELAND.”
As the boat got closer and closer, Trudy eventually lowered the speed to quite things down, careful not to get anyone’s attention in the middle of the night.
” Everything looks deserted.”, remarked Jane, not needing the binoculars anymore.
” Good.”, replied Trudy as she kept moving, eventually driving the boat right up to the beach area, the thing finally getting stuck ten feet from dry land.
” Guess we’re gonna get out feet wet.”
” That’s how it goes.”, said the brunette as both young ladies stepped off the “roof”, Trudy retrieving her purse as Jane simply tossed the binoculars to over the side, the object making a light splashing sound before it sank out of sight.
After they stepped off the boat, they found themselves in water up to their knees, quickly moving forward until they finally stepped onto the sand, looking around, when Jane pointed up at the cliff directly behind the beach and said with a loud whisper, ” There…that metal staircase…let’s go up there.”
” OK.”
Quietly, the two girls made their ascent, slowly going the three flights of stairs until they were standing in someone’s back yard.
” Yep…”, said Jane, “…it’s one of those rich bastards living right up against the lake…mother fuckers…they got it all.”
” Too bad the gun’s empty…otherwise we could break in…steal something.”
” Let’s get home.”
” Right.”
Being as stealthy as possible, the girls strolled up to the large expensive house and quietly walked along the driveway, eventually finding themselves on Edgewater Drive.
Looking up and down the dark street flanked on both sides with beautiful homes, some of them the size of mansions, Jane, said, ” OK…where the fuck are we?”
” There…that street…that’s 110th.”
The girls strolled down to the stop sign and finally made a right, walking for a short distance until they found themselves on Lake Avenue, where they made a left and strolled along, headed toward the Lake-Clifton intersection where the Lighthouse Inn was located. After they made it across Clifton, Jane said, ” Hey look….someone fixed the window you busted the other night.”
” Yea…well…I think I’ll just have to go over there “fix” them again.”
Jogging across the quiet, dark, and lonely street, Trudy ran up to the edge of the railroad dam and found another brink sized rock, finally throwing it right into the same window, the rock even landing on the same table.
Back together again, the two bitches quickly ran under the green bridge and were on their way, strolling up to 83rd Street, where they made a right down to Baker, and eventually found themselves at home.
Jane turned on the light and saw 3:15 on the livigroom clock as the girl said, ” Man…that was great…a real fun night…something else.”
The drug wearing off, Trudy replied, ” Yea…but I’m fucken tired…, not just fucken tired but MOTHER FUCKEN tired.”
” I know what you mean.”
Exhausted, the two cunts dragged themselves upstairs, each girl going to her separate room, taking off her wet boots, her clothes, and finally flopping down to the mattress with nothing on, sleeping the rest of the night through.
Chapter 6
At ten thirty the next morning, naked Jane was startled by the sound of smashing metal. When she got out of bed and looked out the upstairs window, she saw a garbage truck standing at the corner of 83rd and Backer, some guy collecting the trash, tossing the empty cans back to the lawn, after which the huge truck turned around and drove off, collecting more trash.
” Noisy bastards.”, remarked the blond to herself as she left the room, strolled into the bathroom, parked her nice and smooth butt to the toilet, and took a piss, peeing and peeing, the warm yellow stuff gushing from her pussy until she was done, washing her hands in the nearby sink afterward.
Back in her room, the blond simply went over to the closet, grabbed her flimsy robe, put it on, and then ventured downstairs to the livingroom, to the drawer, where she obviously got the coke, spread it out over the coffee table, and snorted it up, leaving some for her friend. Right when Jane turned and moved away from the table, heading out to the kitchen, she saw Trudy coming down the steps, holding her head, the brunette also covered in a flimsy robe, the dark-haired girl going straight over to the same coffee table, quickly snorting up the rest of the cocaine. Finished taking the drug, Trudy got up off her knees, and went to the blond in the kitchen, saying, “That was the last of the coke…and today’s Thursday…so I guess we’ll have to meet Kevin tonight at the bar.”
” Yea…of course…but there’s something else I gotta talk to you about.”, said Jane as she reached into the refrigerator, produced a bottle of whisky, got two glass, and poured a drink for herself and the brunette, making some coffee afterward.
As they sat there drinking up the booze and coffee, smoking one cigarette after another, Trudy asked, ” What do you wanna talk about?”
” We gotta get outt here…off this street.”
” What do you mean?”
” It’s obvious…they’re gonna find the bodies of the two people next door…and when the pigs do that…they’re gonna find out eventually who they are and where they live.”
“OK.”
” Then they’ll come to this street…to the empty house next door…go inside…do their investigation shit…and what do you think they’re gonna do next?”
” UM…come over here and ask a bunch of fucken questions.”
” That’s right…and they’re gonna ask us what we do for a living…you know how cops are.”
” We don’t have to tell ‘em shit.”
” Yea…but that’ll breed suspicion on their part…we gotta go…and today if possible…we don’t even have to move far…to the next block…I know a place.”
” Where?”
” Right here on West 85th…the second apartment building down from the pool…I saw a “For Rent” sign in the one upstairs front window.”
” Um…OK…but why so close.”
” Here…look at it this way…no one really even knows we live here…I mean…the two people at the corner are dead…our clients are all married guys…they ain’t saying anything…and across the street is the factory with bricked up windows…I don’t think they even know anyone lives here…the place is so secluded…in fact, the fucken landlord who rented this joint to us didn’t even come here with us…we went to his place out in Rocky River…gave him some cash and fake names…then he gave us the fucken keys and the address…we mail the rent every month…so you see what I mean…I don’t even think he saw our car.”
” Hmmm…yea…you’re right.”, replied Trudy, exhaling a cloud of smoke, the girl also saying, ” But when the cops find this place empty they’ll eventually call him…the landlord…and ask fucken questions.”
” Who cares…I’ll call him now…tell him we’re moving out…I’ll tell the asshole we’re moving someplace outa town…it’ll be perfect.”
” All right…go ahead…I like your idea…sounds good to me…and best of all, we’ll be only two houses away from Lake Pool…but what if they don’t give us the apartment?”
” Then we’ll go elsewhere…but we gotta be outta here by tonight…, and don’t worry…they’ll rent it to us…I just know…it’s easy to rent a place in this area…you know that.”
“OK”
The blond raised her half covered ass from the kitchen chair as the front of her robe fell open and her tits hung out, the girl going over to the phone with a cigarette in her hand, saying, ” Where’s his damn number?”
” Here…on top of the refrigerator…that piece of paper.”
” OK…thanks.”
After she retrieved the number, Jane dialed the guy’s place and waited as the phone kept ringing and ringing, after which a lady came on speaking with some European accent, saying, ” Hello who is it?”
” Is Mr. Ivanovich there?”
” Who is this?”, asked the lady with suspicion in her voice.
” It’s Wendy…the girl who rents the house on Baker.”
” Oh yea…hold on…wait.”
A second later, the woman’s husband got on the line, saying, ” Hello.”
” Hi…Mr. Ivanovich…it’s Wendy…um…I got some bad news for you.”
” What?”
“Helen and me are gonna move out today…we’re going to Chicago…but we’ll be gone by the evening…so what do you wanna us to do with the keys.”
Sounding a little irritated, the guy spoke on in his foreign accent, “Ah…couldn’t you give me more notice.”
” I’m sorry…but we really gotta go.”
Making a sigh, the man said, ” OK…um…just hide the keys under the front matt…I think that should do it.”
” All right…I’ll do that…and thanks for renting the place to us…we liked it here…we just gotta go now.”
” Well…whatever…thanks for at least calling.”
” OK…bye.”
After she hung up the phone, Jane said, ” Good…that’s done…so let’s take a bath, get dressed, and then we gotta go see about that place on West 85th Street.
” OK.”
They quickly ate some cereal, had some more coffee, and then went upstairs, Trudy using the bathroom first, both girls finally slipping back into their usual attire, their boots all dry now from last night. With their hairs raised up high as always, the girls were back downstairs as Trudy said, “You ready?”
” Yep.”
Outside they went, parking their asses into the Impala as Jane sat behind the wheel and started the engine. She pulled out to 83rd Street, then out to Lake, and finally made a right, driving the short distance past the school over to West 85th, where she made a left and drove up the street. Right before they reached the grassy field before the pool, Jane said, ” There…see the sign up there.”
” Yea…looks like a nice place…I like that big tree in front of the building…looks good.”
Jane pulled in a driveway three house up and backed out again, turning the car around, finally parking along side the curb right before the grassy field, getting out of the car afterward.
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy strolled along, passing up a white two story single family home located at the field’s edge. When they reached the next structure, the girls stood under a huge oak tree, looking up at a four suite brick apartment building having a front porch for each unit. Walking toward the main entrance, they realized the door was locked. Trudy looked over and said, ” The bottom apartments have stone steps leading up to the porch….let’s go up and knock on the door.”
Slowly, they ascened the steps and walked up to the front door of the first floor apartment on the building’s north side, knocking away.
A second later, this little old lady answered, saying, ” Hello…what can I do for you?”
” Um…hi…”, said Jane, “…we’re interested in the apartment upstairs…there’s a sign in the window…who should we contact?”
” The landlord…he doesn’t live here…but I got his number…I’ll be right back.”
” Thanks.”
After the old person left, Jane whispered to the brunette, ” Good, if we get the place…we’ll have an old timid feeble little bitty living under us…she ain’t gonna bother us.”
A dirty smile on her face, Trudy replied, ” I know…old people…they’re always so naive…easy to take advantage of…ha, ha.”
Less than a minute later, the lady returned with a piece of paper, saying in her old feeble sounding voice, ” Here you go…here’s his number…his name’s Mr. Gustalla…he lives out in Lakewood…he’s a real nice man.”
“OK…thanks.”, said Jane.
” I really hope you get the apartment…”, said the old lady, “…you seem like real nice young ladies…it’s good to have nice people living near me…especially after what they just said on the radio…it’s scary!”
” What…what about the radio?”, asked Trudy, extreme concern in her voice.
” So you didn’t hear?”
” Here what?”
” The news guy just they said they found a dead person in the bushes by the tracks down there…he was beaten to death…some kids found the body while they were going across the tracks on the way home from the beach.”
” Oh…that’s bad…real bad…”, said Jane, “…well thanks for letting us know.”
” OK…and good luck with the apartment.”
” Bye now.”
The girls walked back to their car. After Jane got behind the wheel, she said, ” You see what I mean…it’s starting…damn fucken kids…they’re always walking around…doing shit.”
” Don’t worry…they’ll never catch us…and the guy they found wasn’t the neighbor…we’ll be out before all the shit hits the fan.”
” We gotta be out by tonight.”, said Jane.
” We will…so let’s go back home and call this guy.”
” All right.”
Inside the Baker Street house again, Jane quickly went up to the phone and dialed the number. A moment later, some kid answered saying, ” Hi…who is this?”
” Hi…my names Ann I wanna talk to Mr. Gustalla about the apartment on West 85th Street.”
The kid moved his face away from the phone and yelled, ” Dad…it’s for you…about the apartment!”
Five seconds later, this guy got on the phone, speaking with an Italian accent, saying, ” Yes?”
” I’m interrested in renting the apartment on West 85th.”
” OK…you live alone?”
” No…it’s me and my friend Lisa…my names Ann.”
” All right…um…when do you wanna look at it.”
” Now if you can.”
” Ah…yea…sure…I’ll be there in a half hour…and how’d you get my number?”
” The old lady downstairs gave it to me.”
” OK…no problem…that’s what I told her to do if anyone asks.”
” So I’ll see you in front of the building in thirty minutes?”
” Yes ma’am.”
” All right…bye.”
” Bye.”
After Jane hung up the phone, she said to the brunette, ” Another DP…, but it looks like he’s eager to rent.”
” Good…we’ll go back there…let’s walk this time.”
” All right…but if we get it…we’ll rent a pickup right away and start packing.”
” Don’t worry…we’ll be all right.”
They had more coffee, drank more booze, smoked a bunch of cigarettes, and then finally headed for the door. Once they were on Lake, walking toward the 85th Street intersection, Jane said, ” It’s amazing.”
” What?”
” I’ll bet that every fucken apartment building is this neighborhood is owned by a DP.”
” You’re right…I noticed that too.”
” They all got money…they own joints on this side of the bridge there…but live on the other side…man…Lakewood…that’s where the rich people live.”
“Yep…I haven’t seen a DP yet who’s got no money…they all got it stashed away…every fucken one of ‘em…how the hell do they do it.”
I don’t know…but they’re all rich…that’s for sure.”
Eventually, after a few more minutes, they were walking up 85th Street approaching the apartment building, walking up to the large oak tree, where they leaned themselves against it and waited, smoking cigarettes until they saw a brand new car pull up against the curve before the grassy field, after which a short stocky bald headed guy with a mustache got out, the man in his late forties, wearing a long sleeve shirt and an expensive pair of slacks.
” Mr. Gustalla?”, inquired Trudy.
” Yes…and you’re…?”
” I’m Lisa and this is my friend Ann…she talked to you on the phone just a while ago.”
” OK…how are you doing.”
” Fine…let’s see the place.”
The man approached the front middle door between the two bottom apartments and unlocked it, escorting the girls up a dark and long single flight of steps, finally opening the upstairs door to the left, leading into the apartment.
Once inside, the girls saw a large spacious livingroom, causing Trudy to say, ” Hey…this is neat…a nice chandelier and everything.”
” There’s even drawers built into the wooden decor.”, said Jane, giving Trudy a quick wink.
” It’s a nice place…” remarked the man in a casual tone of voice, “…here…follow me…I’ll show you around.”
After the livingroom came another spacious room, the so called “dining room”. Moving along, they entered a hallway flanked by two bedrooms on one side and the bathroom on the other. Finally, they entered the last room of the apartment, Mr. Gustalla saying, “…and this is the kitchen…, as you can see…it’s got a refrigerator and a stove…that door there leads to the back porch.”
Trudy opened the back entrance and stepped outside onto the wooden floor, the back porch extending all the way across the building’s rear, used by the upper south side apartment as well, a long flight of wooden steps leading below to the second porch used by the two downstairs apartments, which was finally connected to a smaller flight of steps leading out to the back yard, the place all covered in grass with a bunch of trees up against a rear ten foot high fence. On the other side of the large fence was the school’s grassy field next to the concrete play ground. Satisfied with the view, Trudy said, ” Hey Jane…come out here…look.”
” This is perfect…”, said the blond, “…you can see the whole school yard from here…even parts of Lake pool…and over there…on the other side in the school yard…those two big trees…makes the place look real nice.”
Back inside the kitchen again , Jane asked, ” What’s the front porch like?”
” Here…I’ll show you.”, replied the man, leading the girls back up into the livingroom where he opened a door and escorted them outside, the girls finding themselves enclosed on three sides by wooden railings and the oak tree right in front of them.
Nodding her head, the brunette said, ” We’ll take it…yea…we’ll take it…right now.”
” OK…let’s go back inside.”
In the empty livingroom, the guy simply walked up to the fire place mantle, took out a piece of paper, laid it down, and removed a pen from his shirt, saying, ” All I really need is your names and a deposit…, the phone here’s working…I’ll have the electricity on in a few hours.”
” Great.”, replied Trudy as she gave him a set of fake names and asked, “UM…how much is the rent?”
” One fifty a month.”
” I can give you twenty five bucks now as a deposit…mail a check to you for the rest at the end of the month.”
” That’s fine…”, answered the man, writing down their names, saying next, “…here’s my address…”, after which the guy tore off a piece of the paper, writing down his address, handing it to the dark-haired girl, also saying, “…just mail me a check every month for the one fifty and we’ll be all set.”
” OK.”
Reaching into his pants pocket, he said, ” And here you go…the keys.”
When Trudy gave him the cash, Mr. Gustalla finally said, ” Well…it’s all yours now…enjoy it…move in whenever you want…I’ll be going now…if you need anything, please call me.”
” All right…thanks allot.”, replied the girls as the man headed toward the livingroom window, removed the “For Rent” sign, left the apartment, went down to his car, and drove off.
Alone by themselves, Jane said, ” Cool…perfect…we’ll be all moved in before seven…then we’ll go up to the fucken bar and see Kevin…, get more coke…then come back and party it up…you and me…celebrate our new place…YEA!”
After looking around the apartment some more, they finally left, quickly walking down 85th street until they got back to the Baker home. Inside the place, Trudy looked around and said, ” Um…ah…all right…let’s go rent a truck…that U-Haul place an 65th has pickups for rent.”
” OK…let’s go.”
Outside again, the girls got into the car with Trudy behind the wheel. After the brunette started the thing, she drove out to Lake Avenue and made a left, going up to Detroit, where she drove down to West 65th Street and turned right, going south until she reached Clark avenue, turning left afterward, driving another block where she finally pulled into the rental station. A short while later, Jane was driving a white pickup truck, following Trudy in the Impala, headed back to the house.
The blond parked the truck behind the old blue car and the girls went inside, Jane saying, ” So what do you wanna start with first…I really wanna get all this shit done with.”
” I know what you mean…ah…guess we should start with the crap upstairs and then worry about all the fucken junk down here.”
” We really don’t have too much…a few trips should do it…the pickup was cheaper than a large moving truck…better to go back and forth than pay that fucken place a bunch of money.”
” No problem…good…you did the right thing…so let’s get fucken busy.”
They strolled up the steps and entered Trudy’s room. Working away, the two girls disassembled the brunette’s bed and carried everything down to the pickup, returning again and again, getting more things such as Trudy’s dresser, the nightstand, a lamp, and whatever else the girl had. After Trudy’s room was empty, all her clothes in a plastic bag, they both got into the pick up and Jane drove to the 85th apartment, parking before the building where they obviously got work, carrying everything up the single flight of steps, placing all of the brunette’s things into the bedroom closest to the kitchen.
Back at the other place, they got to work clearing out Jane’s room, obviously doing the same thing, taking all her belongs to the apartment building, and finally returning to Baker Street.
When the upstairs area was all empty, they got to work in the livingroom, the two girls struggling with the sofa until it was in the pickup, followed by the record shelf, and a few other things. It didn’t take much longer until everything was moved, the old sofa on the front porch moved as well.
Standing in the new apartment, Trudy said, ” All right, Jane…were all done…we got everything over here now…even the gun’s in the drawer there…yep…we’re all set.”
They returned to the Baker home one last time, Jane saying, ” Look around…make sure we didn’t leave anything someone could identify us with.”
After they searched the place over, Trudy nodded her head, saying, ” Nothing…everything’s gone….the refrigerator’s all empty…closets are empty…we’re all set.”
” Good…oh yea, that reminds me.”
” What?”
” I gotta call the fucken phone company have the number disconnected.”
” OK.”
Jane approached the phone and called, asking them to stop the service. When that was done, the two girls went outside. On the front porch, Jane slipped the key under an old matt going with the place and strolled over to the pickup, parking her ass behind the wheel, Trudy getting into the Impala, both girls driving away, going up to the U-haul station where they gave back the truck and drove down the West 85th Street, Trudy parking the car along side the curb in front of the pool’s grassy field.
Inside the apartment, they went to work arranging everything until the place looked ” perfect”, the girls feeling ” at home” in no time.
” It’s already past six.”, remarked Jane.
” All right…then let’s go…got the watch we took from that asshole?”
” It’s right there…I put it in the drawer.”
” Get it and let’s go.”
They decided to walk, Trudy attaching the transistor radio to her belt, the song “Monster Mash” coming over the speaker.
Up at the West 74th Street bar, they entered the joint and saw Kevin, the girls parking their nice butts on a stool at each side of the guy, Trudy saying, ” We’re here.”
Before Kevin could answer, the bartender came up, saying, ” What do you two want?”
Giving him a dirty look, Trudy answered with, ” Nothing…just get us a nice big bottle of whisky…then we’ll be gone.”
” No problem.”
As the guy went to the other end of the bar for a moment, Jane leaned over and whispered to Kevin, ” After we get the booze, let’s go outside…this asshole doesn’t like us.”
” We gotta do that anyway…it’s in my car.”
” Oh…OK.”
After the bartender gave Trudy a brown paper bag holding the whisky bottle, the brunette paid him and all three went outside, walking down 74th a short distance until Kevin said, ” Get in.”
Inside the man’s car, Trudy sitting on the back seat, Jane produced the watch, saying, ” How’s this?”
Taking hold of it, he inspected the thing and finally replied, ” Yea…sure.”
He reached over across the blond’s lap and opened his glove compartment, removing a clear plastic lunch bag holding a few ounces of the white powder, saying, “Have fun…see you next week.”
Jane took the stuff, gave it to Trudy who quickly dropped into the paper bag, and both cunts stepped outside, finally watching the guy pull away from the curb, driving off.
” That was easy…all we gotta do is “find” more shit for next Thursday…trade it in…then we’ll be OK.”
” Great…we’re all set for a week…let’s go home and celebrate.”
Excited, they strolled back to Lake, crossed the street, and then followed Lake down to 85th Street, finally going back to the apartment. Inside the place, Jane said, ” Here…before we get all bent outta shape…I gotta call all our clients…tell “em about our new phone number.”
” Um…yea…OK.”
After Jane spent the next twenty minutes with her ass parked to the kitchen chair, calling around to all the guys out in the suburbs, telling them their new number and address, she finally said, ” I’m done…glad that’s over with.”
” Good…NOW LET’S GET SMASHED!!”
Eager and ready, Jane watched as the brunette poured out some of the white powder onto the kitchen table and snorted the stuff, Jane reaching for a straw now too, doing the same, both girls getting all hyper as the cocaine stimulated their nerves, causing Trudy to jump up and down a few times, saying, ” WEEE…YEA…FUCK YEA!!”
Jane turned on the radio hearing the song ” Build Me Up Buttercup” as Trudy poured out some booze, fixing a glass for each of them, finally placing the bottle in the refrigerator, saying, ” We ain’t got much food left and I’m getting kind of fucken hungry.”
” Um…let’s go up to Red Barn…up the street by Detroit.”
” Yea…OK.”
After they fired up fresh cigarettes, Jane went out to the livingroom and made sure the front door was locked, after which she joined her friend again, Trudy standing on the back porch with her cigarette in one hand and the glass in the other, the brunette looking out at the school’s field, finally saying, ” This is cool…I’m gonna like it here better than the other place…we got a great view.”
” Yea…it’s beautiful…look at the back stairs of all those buildings across the field, lot’s of ‘em look just like this place.”
” And like we said before…they’re all owned by DPs…every fucken one of ‘em.”
They went back inside for a second, each girl placing her empty booze glass on the kitchen table, when they finally went back outside and Jane locked the door, both young women going down the back steps, through a narrow passage way between the building and the two story house until they were out on the side walk, strolling up to Detroit, walking past the swimming pool, Trudy saying, ” They open this place later in June…right?”
” Yea…I think…it’ll be open from nine to nine.”
Nodding her head, Trudy kept walking as she turned on the little radio, hearing ” Baby Come Back” over the speaker. Suddenly, both girls pressed their feet together and began hopping up and down, over and over, going in circles now and then, hopping all the way up to Detroit Avenue until the song ended and they finally crossed the street, walking over to the fast food joint. Inside the place, they bought two hamburgers, fries, and two large milkshakes, after which Trudy paid for the stuff, grabbed the bag, and both girls left, strolling back down 85th Street until they reached the pool, walking across the grassy field and finally parking their butts to one of the benches.
Quickly reaching into the bag, Trudy exclaimed, ” LET’S FUCKEN EAT… MAN…I’M FUCKEN HUNGRY…MOTHER FUCKEN HUNGRY!!”
Reaching into the bag, the girls began eating, quickly stuffing their faces as some of the food fell down to the ground, both of them tossing the used wrappers to the side, making a small mess. As they sat their sucking on the milkshake through a straw, Trudy suddenly stood up on the bench, yelling, ” Yea…I love that song…it’s cool.”
While the radio played the tune, the brunette shook her hips back and forth, singing with the lyrics, going, ” Corina Corina…across the sea…, oh Corina Corina…”
She went on and on until the song ended and ” Ticket to Ride” blared forth from the speaker, Jane also getting up off her nice ass, the two girls dancing away on top of the bench, finishing off the milkshake when Trudy turned around and threw the empty container over the pool’s fence, the thing landing inside the enclosed perimeter.
After Jane did the same, they both faced the street again and Trudy placed her hands on her hips, looked down, and said, ” I feel so much taller from up here…I feel big!”
” So?”
” It just feels great…to be big…really big…like over a hundred feet tall…a giant.”
” That would be cool.”
” Yea…could you image that…if both of us suddenly started growing…getting taller and taller…really tall…like Godzilla…something like that.”
” What would you do.”
” I’d go up to Detroit and walk down the street, toward downtown…stepping on all the cars, crushing people…smashing all the buildings…man…, I’d fuck up the whole place.”
” We could eat some people too.”
” Then after that…I’d pull down my pants and piss on everyone…, yea!”
” That’d be allot of piss…I mean…you’d be over a hundred feet tall…how much piss would that make.”
” Enough to drown allot of jerks.”
” You know something?”
” What?”
” This reminds me.”
” What?”
” I remember watching some movie once about that…yea…ten years ago when I was twelve…my parents went with me to a drive in…and they had this movie playing…I think I remember the name…” Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman!” .”
” Did she piss on anyone?”
” No…it was about some bitch who got zapped by an alien space ship…a few days later she suddenly grew into a giant…went on rampage until the cops shot at her and she fell over against some electric wires and died…something like that.”
” I wish I was her…that would be cool.”
” There was this one scene that I really remember…it was when she went up to one of those tall wire things…pylons…and stood next to it, shaking it back and forth…that was cool.”
” Too bad I didn’t see it.”
” Guess you gotta wait till they show it on TV.”
” Um…hey…no I don’t…let’s go up to the Library…I bet we can find some book about horror movies with a some pictures of that movie in it.”
” If that guard sees us he’ll kick us out…and besides…”, said Jane, looking at her watch, “…it’s past nine…the place is probably closed already…they’ll be nobody there.”
” Fuck the guard…fuck the time…we’re gonna go up there and find some fucken pictures about that fucken movie…let’s go.”
” If you say so.”
They jumped off the bench and walked along side the pool until they reached the end of the fence. Instead of going back out to 85th, they turned left and strolled up to a narrow alleyway between two of the apartment buildings facing out to 83rd street.
Walking through the dark and gloomy passageway, Trudy said, ” Hey…there…, look at that bike.”
Down in a wooden stairwell leading to the basement area was a nice ten speed bike, the thing all shiny and new.”
” Yea…but it’s chained up to the post…we can’t take it.”
After Jane followed Trudy down the short flight of steps, the brunette looked at the thing, saying, ” Too bad we can’t steal it…you think Kevin would take this…for a bag or two.”
” He might…but like I said…it’s all chained up.”
” Yea…well…in that case…fuck the asshole who owns it.”
With her black western boot, Trudy kicked away at the thing, smashing up all the spokes…the girl even tearing away at the cables, messing it all up until they finally left, strolling out to 83rd where they walked the short distance up to Detroit and finally headed east, toward the library.
Staring up at the night sky, Trudy looked at the moon and howled away as Jane did the same, the girls moving along until Trudy said, ” Yea…that would be cool…be a giant…can you image that…I’d walk down this street and smash the fuck outta everything…everyone would be afraid of me…ME…ME…yea…MEEEE!!”
” Yea…smash the whole fucken town.”, exclaimed the blond, the girls screaming and jumping around until they were almost at the Library, passing up a small corner store, the two bitches going inside, coming back out less than a minute later, each girl holding an open twelve ounce bottle of “Wild Irish Rose”.
The booze in one hand and her cigarette in the other, Trudy pointed ahead, saying, ” There it is…the fucken library…let’s see how we’re gonna get inside.
Once they were in front of the small building, Jane said, ” See…it’s all dark…the place is all locked up.”
” Just follow me.”, answered Trudy as she arched her head back, swallowed a mouthful, and then took a long drag from the cigarette, the two girls strolling down a driveway alongside the building, finally finding themselves in the back parking lot.
Going up to the rear entrance, Trudy came to a halt before the glass door, looked at it, then slowly turned around, bending her right knee, after which the girl smashed her heel against the glass, doing it a few times until the glass shattered, the brunette saying, ” See…now the place is “open”…ha, ha!”
Slowly, they ventured inside, finding the place almost completely dark, a small amount of light coming in from the street lights.
” So where’s the fucken shit we’re looking for?”, asked Trudy, drinking more of the booze, Jane doing the same.
” UM…here…”, said the blond, “…by the nonfiction section.”
They worked themselves through the darkness and eventually found themselves before this one large book shelf, the girls shifting through the stuff until Jane said, ” Here…here’s a book, “The History of Film.”, this might do it.”
Together, Jane and Trudy went over to a table next to a window, using the moonlight to see, Jane going through the pages, finally saying, ” Hey look.”
” Yea…cool…”, said Trudy, “…they got two pictures…there she is standing next to those wires…what’s this other picture.”
” Um…that’s the movie poster…but I don’t think that scene was in the movie…she never stood over some highway.
Looking at the drawing, Trudy said, ” Cool picture…she’s holding a car…I wish I could do that…I wana be a giant…I wanna be BIG! BIG!…YEA BIG!!!” With the bottle and cigarette still in her hands, the brunette crawled up on the table, going on with the same nonsense, ” YEA…BIG! I WANNA LOOK DOWN AT THE WHOLE WORLD!”
After Trudy got off the table, the girls wandered around the place, until they saw a small door. Reaching for the knob, Trudy opened it and they both stepped inside, finding a windowless darkened room. Trudy shut the door and turned on the light, saying, “Hey yea…this must be the lounge for the assholes who work here…they got everything…a table, a coffee maker, a sink, even a small TV and a couch.”
Looking at the black and white TV, Jane said, ” That reminds me…we forgot about the news…maybe that got something about the body up by the tracks.”
Jane turned on the TV as Trudy went over to the coffee brewer and made a pot of the stuff, finally pouring out two cups and placing them on the table, both girls sitting there now, drinking coffee, booze, and smoking away. At last, a news bulletin came on, some guy saying, ” …more bad stuff to report…police found an abondanded boat near Edgewater Drive together with two dead bodies floating in the lake…they’re not sure if there’s a connection with the dead person found this morning by Edgewater park by the tracks…”
Spraying out a bunch of coffee from her mouth, Trudy “cracked up”, saying,” Ha…now they found the other two…can’t wait till they find the rest…, ha ha!!”
” We’re getting famous.”
” What we’re doing is getting famous…not us.”
” Oh yea…well…what do you wanna do now?”
When they finished off the coffee, the girls drank up the rest of the booze, getting themselves completely smashed as they stepped out of the lounge, Jane saying, ” Let’s fuck up the place.”
” Yea…cool.”
The empty bottle in her hand, Trudy threw it against the wall, the thing smashing to the floor, after which Jane did the same. All excited, they went over to one of the large bookshelves and pushed it over, all the literature falling out as they grabbed the books and threw them around, going up to the next bookcase and pushing it over as well.
For the next two hours, all they did was throw things around, playing catch with stuff, turning tables over, even tearing up some books, scattering the pages all over the floor, really making a big expensive mess!
Finally, they returned to the lounge, fired up fresh cigarettes, and drank more coffee. A few minutes later, the two malicious cunts headed for the rear entrance, stepping through the busted glass door. They circumnavigated the building and found themsevels on Detroit again, walking east until they crossed the Lake Avenue intersection and kept walking, passing up the 74th Street bar. After they walked another block, they were strolling before a large nice looking funeral home, the place obviously closed for the night.
” That’s probably were they’re gonna take all the bodies.”, said Jane, laughing a little.
” May be we should go to the funerals…get a big thrill…that would be funny.”
” We’d have to follow the hearse in one of those funeral processions…have a flag stuck to our car.”
Looking at her watch, Trudy said, ” It’s already past midnight…and we got the streets all to ourselves…man is it quite…we haven’t seen a car go by since we left that fucken library.”
” Yea, so?”
” You mentioned a hearse…I wanna see something.”
At a casual pace, the two girls walked behind the building into the rear lot, going up to a garage built against the main structure. After she pressed her forehead to the garage door window, Trudy said, ” Yea see…look at that.”
Jane looked inside and replied, “I can’t see too much but that looks like a car…a black hearse.”
” No shit.”
” What are you getting at?’, said Jane as she fired up a fresh cigarette and stared away at the brunette.
” We’re always gonna need new stuff to trade…with Kevin…right?”
” UM…yea?”
” Let’s give the cops and the news jerks something to really talk and wonder about…we’ll steal that hearse, drive around to a few places, break in, kill the people, steal their jewelry, then stuff their bodies in the car here…then ditch it somewhere…when the pigs find it the next day or whenever they’ll see a hearse full of dead bodies…like it’s supposed to be…get it…a hearse stuffed with a bunch of stiffs.”
Arching herself forward, Jane started laughing like crazy, coughing up a bunch of mucus, after which the girl spit down on the ground, Trudy doing the same, the two drunken whores getting “off” on the idea.
Thirty seconds later, Jane said, ” But we ain’t got the keys…and we don’t know how to hot wire a car.”
” That’s no problem…they gotta have a spare set of keys in there somewhere.”
The bitches strolled over to the back entrance when Jane smashed the door’s window, reached in, and opened the thing, the two girls stepping inside, Trudy saying, ” Man is dark in here.”
” What if we see a ghost.”
” Then I’ll turn around, lower my pants and underwear, show it my butt and say, ” KISS MY ASS…then go back to hell where you came from”, ha ha!”
It took them over five minutes until they found a small office area. Once inside, Trudy smashed open a glass cabinet and said, ” One of these has to be it…yea see…car keys.”
She grabbed the keys and with some effort, the two girls finally found the interior entrance to the garage. Standing before the car, Trudy said, ” Man…look at that…a brand new hearse from Cadilac…look at those tail fins…this thing must’ve cost a fortune.”
Jane went over to the garage door and tried to open it, saying, ” I can’t role it up…I think it’s looked from the inside too.”
After Trudy went over and tried to help her with no effect, the brunette said, ” Fuck it…who cares…we’ll just back up through the door…smash our way out.”
” OK.”
Trudy went up to the driver’s side and tried the keys. Sure enough, the lock opened and the dark-haired bitch stepped inside, finally parking her nice curvaceous denim covered ass behind the wheel, reaching over, unlocking the passenger side door for her friend.
When Jane’s terrific butt was parked as well, Trudy said, ” OK…we’ll stop at home…get the gun and more dope…then we’ll drive over to Edgewater drive…break into a couple of places…get more stuff.”
” OK.”
An eager look on her face, Trudy stuck the key into the ignition and said, ” Starts up real good…not used to that…our piece of junk makes all kinds of noise when you start it.”
Putting the thing in drive, she slowly drove up against the far wall and came to a halt, next shifting into reverse, when the bitch floored the peddle and smashed through the garage door, quickly coming to a stop, shifting back into drive, eventually pulling out of the lot, making a right into Detroit.
Jane reached down to the radio and hit the switch, fumbling through the stations until Leslie Gore’s ” You Don’t Own Me.” came on over the speakers, the song’s haunting measures playing away in the black of night as Trudy slowly drove the hearse down Detroit, making a right into Lake, driving down to West 85th until she pulled into the street, drove past their place, pulled into a drive, turned around, and then parked the shiny black hearse along side the curb next to the pool, parking it right behind the Impala. After they got out, the girls quietly strolled up to the brownstone, walked through the narrow passage way toward the backyard, and finally went up the steps.
Inside the kitchen, they each had a quick drink, fired up fresh cigarettes, and went out to the livingroom where Jane removed the pistol from the wooden drawer, stuffed it into her belt, and returned to the kitchen, Trudy following. On the way out, Jane grabbed the whole bag of cocaine, pushed it down into her T-shirt’s pocket, locked the door, and both girls gazed forth over and across the field, Trudy saying, ” Nice night.”
Taking a deep breath, Jane replied, ” The moon makes it even better…I love a full moon.”
” Yea…they say a full moon makes people crazy…but it doesn’t seem to affect us…I wonder why?”
” Ha ha…very funny.”
Down the steps they went, returning to the hearse. When they were inside the thing, they rolled down the windows and finally pulled away from the curb, slowly going down the street, eventually making a left into Lake, approaching the green bridge.
” This car handles good…it’s fun to drive it.”
” It’d be nice if we could keep it.”
” We already dented up the back.”
” Still.”
Right after she went under the bridge, Trudy said, ” Hey…before we break in somewhere…let’s see what this thing can do.”
” Yea…all right…yea go ahead.”
Trudy made a right into the lonely shoreway and headed east, picking up speed. Holding her open hand over toward the blond, the dark-haired girl said, ” Pour me some of that shit.”
Jane sprinkled a little powder in the palm of Trudy’s left hand. Quickly, Trudy pushed the stuff to her face and sniffed away, snorting up all the coke, Jane also snorting more of the drug, both girls getting all high and hyper again as the song “Remember Waking in the Sand” from the Shangri-Las came on over the car’s radio.
“WEEE…YEA…COOL!”, exclaimed Trudy pressing down at the accelerator, ” THIS THING CAN MOVE!”
The car “took off”, speeding down the shoreway, going east, passing up the park, and was finally approaching a sharp S-curve.
” Watch out…Trudy…be careful!”
” Don’t worry…”, replied the crazy brunette, going faster and faster until the car reached seventy five miles an hour, still picking up speed, “…we’ll be OK…don’t worry.”
She entered the turn, causing the tires to scream as the hearse careened over, approaching the concrete mid section until the side began scraping the barrier.
“FUCK YEA…” cried Trudy, “…YEA…LOOK AT THOSE SPARKS…WE’RE MAKING FIRE WORKS…YEA!!”
As she scrapped the stone wall, the bitch just kept going, oblivious to everything, the car finally moving away from the barrier as she entered the second part of the turn, finally going straight again, yelling and screaming with delight, her emotions fired up to the boiling point.
“THIS IS FUN!”, cried Jane.
” YEA…THIS THING CAN MOVE…YEA!!!”
Right before they got to the large bridge going over the Cuyahoga River, they saw a lone car up ahead, moving at a modest fifty five.
” GET OUTTA MY FUCKEN WAY…ASSHOLE…I’M HERE NOW.”
Instead of going around it, Trudy quickly pulled up behind the thing and started flashing the bright lights, eventually ramming her front bumper into the other vehicle, blowing the horn, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…ASSHOLE…I’M MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT…GET OUTTA MY WAY…FUCK YOU!”
” YEA…FUCK YOU…GO TO HELL!”, cried Jane as she reached down for the pistol and yelled over at her friend, ” PULL ALONG SIDE THE ASSHOLE…DO IT!”
Seeing the gun in Jane’s hand, Trudy’s eyes lit up as she pulled around the back of the other car and then hit the peddle, finally coming along side the guy. Like a nut, Trudy began smashing the right side of the hearse into his car, doing it a few times, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU!!”
Inside the other car, a nineteen sixty four Chrysler, sat a man in his early fifties, a look a fear and terror in his eyes as he tried to keep his car steady, all confused about what was going on.
” PLUG HIM…PLUG THE MOTHER FUCKER!!”, screamed Trudy, her eyes all wide open with rage, a bunch of foam coming from the girl’s mouth!
Jane aimed the pistol through the open window and pulled back at the trigger, striking him in the side of his head, causing the Chrysler to loss control, making a sharp right into the curb, where it tumbled over and burst into flames, everything burning to a crisp!
“YEEE…HAA…YEA!”, yelled Trudy as they finally went across the bridge, going faster and faster, the hearse reaching ninety as they shot past the down town area, heading east.
When they got to Liberty Boulevard, Trudy drove down the exit ramp, made a quick left, drove under a tunnel, made another left, and drove up the west bound ramp, speeding west, back were they came from.
On the highway again, Jane said, ” See how fast it can REALLY go.”
” OK.”
She pressed the peddle all the way down, holding it there as the thing got faster and faster, up to eighty, then ninety, finally passing the hundred mile mark and still climbing!
” How fast we going now?”, asked Jane.
” Don’t know…that fucken gauge only goes up to one twenty!”
They raced back toward the downtown area, over the bridge, and past the burning car, the girls looking over for a second, pointing there fingers at the wreck, laughing at the dead victim, yelling, ” HA HA HA…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…BURN IN HELL MOTHER FUCKER…BURN IN HELL…HA HA!!”
When she got to the S-curve again, Trudy let the hearse slide up against the mid section and again sparks flew all over, both crazy cunts screaming away, ” YEA…BURN BABY BURN…YEA!!!”
Going straight again, they shot through the night, fast approaching the Clifton-Lake-Shoreway intersection. When they past the Lighthouse Inn, Trudy released the accelerator and let the hearse coast through the Baltic curve until she was moving along at only thirty five mile an hour.
“Now that was a ride.”, remarked Trudy.
” Yea…did you see the look on that guy’s face…that was funny…worth a million bucks!”
After they calmed down a little, Trudy made a right into West 110th and drove through the next intersection, finally making a right into Edgewater Drive, moving now at only twenty miles and hour, the girls “checking out” all the houses, Jane finally saying, ” So which one do you wanna hit first.”
” That one…up ahead.”
Slowly, the dark-haired bitch pulled into the home’s driveway and came to a halt before the garage, the hearse covered in darkness. Quietly, the two girls got out of the car and strolled to an open basement window, Trudy pushing in at the screen like she did at the teacher’s place, finally crawling inside, Jane following until both girls found themselves in the basement, straining their eyes in the darkness, eventually finding the steps, going up until they entered a smaller utility room, seeing a washer and a dryer, Jane whispering, ” Rich mother fuckers…they got their own laundry room right here in their big fucken expensive house…that alone is a crime…they should be killed just for that…bastards.”
” I know…but that’s good they’re rich…they gotta have something to take.”
On they went, leaving the utility room, going through a kitchen area, and they finally found themselves in what looked like an open “ball room”, the place having all kinds of elegant decor and two huge beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
“Let’s go over there…to the other side…I think I see a door.”
” OK.”
Jane and Trudy ventured over and entered a smaller room, the place having a desk by a window, a few book shelves, and some other stuff. However, when Trudy turned around, she whispered, ” Look…a safe built in the wall…it’s got a combination…bet its full of shit…money, jewels…who knows.”
” Let’s go through the drawers there…find the combination.”
” They ain’t got the combination written down…dumb bell…its in someone’s head…probably upstairs now sleeping…let’s go get it.”
” Um…OK.”
Jane followed Trudy back out to the larger room where they went to one side and ascended a large wide flight of stairs, Trudy quietly saying to Jane, ” Feels like we’re in a palace…man this joint must’ve cost a fortune.”
Finally, they made it upstairs where they tiptoed down a “corridor” and eventually reached an open bedroom, the girls peeking in from around the corner, Jane saying, ” You’re right…they’re sleeping.”
” Man…what an ugly bitch…you mean that guy actually fucks her.”
Quietly, the girls entered the room, slowly walking toward the bed, Jane holding the gun until Trudy finally yelled out, “GET UP…TIME TO WAKE UP!”
Startled, the two people in their mid fifties opened their eyes and quickly sat up as Trudy reached over and turned on a light.
A frightened look in his eye, the man asked, ” Who are you…what do you want?”
Pointing over at Jane holding the gun, Trudy replied, ” What the fuck do you think we want.”
” Um…OK…OK, just please relax…I might be able to give you something…see that jewelry box on the dresser.”
” Fuck that…give me to the combination to that safe downstairs…, NOW!”
Afraid for his life, the man answered with, ” Look…ma’am…let’s make a deal…take the jewelry box and leave…there’s some stuff in there…if you do that…I won’t report this…and if you’re ever caught in the future…I’ll even promise to defend you…I’m a lawyer…please…cooperate with me!”
” A lawyer…huh…explains this big house and shit…so you’re gonna try to bullshit you’re way outt this one…well fuck you…now get outta that bed…you too…you ugly bitch.”
After the two people stood before the bed in their night clothes, Trudy looked at the woman and said, ” Man…you ARE ugly…pull up your pajama shirt.”
” What?”, asked the lady, indignation mixed with fear in her voice.
” Please Martha…do what she says.”
Slowly, the embarrassed lady raised her shirt, exposing her breasts, Trudy saying, ” It’s not just that they’re small…but they sag too…sick!” Looking at the man now, Trudy added, “You mean with all your fucken money…you couldn’t find something better…you actually fuck that thing.”
” Please…take the box and go…I beg you.”, insisted the man.
Trudy raised her shirt, exposing her two full and beautiful breasts to the guy, saying, ” Now this is the way tits are supposed to look…don’t you agree…for a lawyer with allot of money and a big fancy house…, you really got no taste…you know that?”
” C’mon…stop this…please…I’ll even give you a few dollars extra if you leave.”
” Yea? and where is it…those “few dollars”.”
“In my pants…over there…hung over that chair.”
The brunette walked over, found his wallet, removed a bunch of money, and exclaimed, ” Hey Jane…over a hundred bucks…yea!”
” OK…you got what you want…so please…take the box and leave.”
” That’s only part of what I want…now let’s go.”, said Trudy, lowering her shirt, and grabbing the jewelry box.
” Downstairs…both of you.”, said Jane, still aiming the gun, “…downstairs to the…um…to the study…the room that’s got the safe.”
After the lady pulled down at her pajama shirt, all four of them went out of the bedroom, walked toward the steps, and finally went downstairs. In no time, they were all standing in front of the safe, when Trudy said, ” Open it…you know the combination.”
” Ah um…I can’t remember.”
Jane pulled back at the trigger, hitting the woman in the chest, the lady falling over, dying a few moments later, the guy running over, yelling, ” Martha…Martha!”
” Open that safe…mother fucker or you’re next…as you can see now…we mean business.”, said the brunette.
Fear and anger in his face, he nevertheless walked over and started turning the huge dial until the thing finally opened.
” Step back…asshole…”, said Trudy, “…make sure he doesn’t move…, OK, Jane?”
” No problem.”, replied the blond, pointing the gun at the guy.
Trudy went over and looked inside, finally exclaiming, ” Holy shit…mother fucken shit…look at that…diamond rings…ten of ‘em…and a pocket watch…gold too!”
” You killed her.”, said the man, his anger overcoming his fear.
Slowly, Trudy also opened the jewelry box and looked inside, seeing a necklace and a pair of earrings, the girl saying, ” This is ain’t much…you tried to cheat me…you crook…you bastard.”
” Go to hell, bitch…I wouldn’t defend you now if you were the last person on earth…you scum.”
” Fuck you…asshole.”
” Same to you…whore!”
” No no…”, said Trudy, “…it’s fuck you…not me…you…fuck you.”
Trudy walked over to the blond and took hold of the pistol, after which she aimed down at the guy’s left knee and fired, doing the same with his right knee, causing him to sink to the floor in pain, holding himself.
” You bastard…”, said the wicked brunette, ” You live on this side of those fucken tracks down there…this side of the fucken dam…the dam of dirt that separates my kind from your kind…I mean…just look at the set up here…there’s that wall of dirt…standing there like the Berlin Wall…and there’s that fucken Light house Inn…with its towers…, like guard towers in some concentration camp…making sure the prisoners on my side don’t escape and come to this side…your side.”
Despite the pain, he said, ” You’re sick…I don’t know what your problem is…I defend people on your side of the tracks…not all the time…but I’ve done it before.”
” And ripped ‘em off too.”
” You’re sick.”
” I’ll show you how sick I am…I’m gonna rape you…why not…have fun with you before I do you in.”
Aiming at his elbows now, crazy Trudy shoot at them too, making it impossible for the “poor” man to move and defend himself as he finally fell over to this back, laying there, absorbing all the pain.
“Take the gun.”, said Trudy as she handed the weapon to the blond and strolled out to the larger room, looking around until she saw two decorative candle sticks upon a table.
She took one of the sticks and returned, going up to the injured man as Jane looked on with confusion, saying, ” What the fuck are you doing? Let’s shoot him…stuff ‘em both in the hearse…take the loot, and go.”
” We got time…don’t worry.”, answered the brunette as she broke the candle stick in half and then tore off all his night clothes until the guy was laying there all naked, still on his back, facing the ceiling.
Jane looked on with total confusion, watching the brunette remove a few hair strands from her head and knee before the man, taking hold of his cock, after which she stretched it out somewhat and stood the longer half of the candle stick next to his shaft, finally securing the candle to this dick with the strands of hair, going around and around until his cock and the candle were one, the girl “creating” a mock erection.
As he moaned in pain, Trudy stood up and started taking off all her clothes, slipping her pants over the black boots until she was all naked, wearing only the leather footwear. An eager expression in her eyes, the sick bitch slowly stood over the man, placing one foot to each side of his waste, after which she lowered her cunt over his dick, eventually forcing his “erection” up into her vaginal opening, the girl sitting on top of him, looking straight down into his eyes, saying, ” Oh yea…do I love sex…oh yea…you see…it’s fuck you…not me.”
Slowly, the girl began bouncing herself up and down, riding his cock, his dick turning red a she forced it in and out, his cock staring to hurt as well, adding more pain to what he already had, the man finally loosing courage, screaming, ” NO…NO…PLEASE!”
Making fun of him, Trudy yelled back, ” YESS…YESS…YESSSS!!”
” PLEASE…IT HURTS…GET OFF OF ME…PLEASE!”
” Not until I…well… “GET OFF”…then I’ll get off…ha ha!”
Up and down she went, going faster and faster until finally the brunette arched her head back and exploded, ” YEA…YESSSSS…YEA…FUCK YEA…FUCK FUCK FUCK…YEA!!”
After catching her breath, Trudy slowly slipped his tortured dick from her hot and throbbing pussy. She got up, stepped forward, and squatted over his face, finally pissing down at the guy, peeing on his head. When she was done, Trudy put her clothes back on and said to Jane, “You really gotta fuck him…go ahead…what are you waiting for? It’s a total power rush!”
Jane gave the pistol to her friend and quickly undressed herself, finally doing the same sick thing, sitting on the injured man’s waste and shoving his dick together with the candle stick right up her cunt, bouncing up and down now, eventually going, ” OHHH…YEA…OH…YOU’RE RIGHT TRUDY…THIS IS IT…IT’S GREAT…YEA!!”
” PLEASE…PLEASE…AHHHHH…IT HURTS…PLEASE!!”, cried the man over and over.
” SHUT UP.”, was all Jane said as she continued to hump, going faster and faster.
” PLEASE…LET ME GO…PLEASE!!”
An irritated look in Trudy eyes, the brunette moved closer to the man’s head, and pointed the gun straight down at him.
” OHHH…YEA…THIS FEELS GREAT!”, cried Jane, fucking away.
As the blond did her thing, Trudy suddenly pulled back at the trigger, sending a bullet into his head, killing him as he laid there, the other girl unaffected as she continued having “sex”, doing it with a corpse now, finally bursting forth in a moment of euphoria, yelling, ” YEA…FUCK YEA…, YESSSS…OH YESSSS!!!”
Finished, Jane got up and put all her clothes back on, after which she said, ” Let’s hurry up now.”
” OK…but let me take care of something before we touch that guy.”
Trudy left, going over to the small utility room, coming back with a pail of water. She poured it over his head, washing away the piss residue, Trudy also removing the candle stick from his cock. Both girls finally dragged the dead guy out of the room, over to a side door, and then shoved his corpse into the back of the hearse, doing the same with the dead lady, laying her next to the husband.
Inside the house again, Trudy quickly grabbed the jewelry box, dumped the cheap stuff to the floor , and went over to the safe, removing the rings and the watch, placing it all in the box, when they finally left the place, going back into the hearse. Trudy started the engine, backed out, and slowly drove down Edgewater drive, searching for one more house to plunder.
“There…that place there.”, said Jane, pointing at nice looking place two houses down from West Boulevard.
” OK…we’ll hit it.”
Slowly, the brunette pulled into the home’s long driveway and came to a halt toward the rear of the structure, the two evil girls finally raising their asses and getting out of the hearse, Jane holding the gun.
” How are we gonna get into this place…all the basement windows are locked…and I don’t see a way to crawl up into any of the windows above.”
Nodding her head, Trudy smiled and whispered, ” Then we’ll just ring the doorbell.”
” What…what do you mean?”
Reaching over, the brunette took the Luger from Jane and replied, ” Follow me.”
” OK…you’re the boss.”
Quietly, the two bitches strolled over to a side door in the same driveway, after which Trudy simply raised her hand and pressed down at a small illuminated button.
” No one’s answering.”, said Jane.
” Give ‘em a chance to wake up and get outta bed.”
” OK.”
Again, the brunette pressed down at the button, doing it over and over while holding the pistol behind her back, until finally the inside door opened and there stood a man in his early sixties, wearing a night robe, the guy standing before the screen door. Before he could open his mouth, Trudy pointed the gun at him and pulled back at the trigger, the bullet quietly going through the screen and into the man’s chest, knocking him back as he tumbled into the dark interior, finally falling to the floor as the last ounce of life left his body.
Ripping a larger hole in the screen, the brunette reached forth and unlocked the outside door, the girls stepping inside, Jane closing the inside door behind her while she stared at the body, saying, “Hey…that was easy…why didn’t we do that at the other place.”
” That’s how it always is…everyone does it the hard way first before they learn the easy way.”
Stepping over the corpse, they went through a kitchen area and out to a livingroom, finally going up a flight of steps until they saw a light coming from an open bedroom. Before they got there, however, the girls heard a woman yell, ” Richard…who is it?”
Coming to a quick halt, the girls smiled at each other as Trudy yelled back toward the bedroom, making her voice sound deeper, trying to sound like an old man, saying, ” Oh nothing honey…probably just some kids ringing the bell…now take it all off for me and do a spread…common…I wanna stick it in…as far as it’ll go.”
There was a prolonged silence, followed by, “Rich…are you OK…that doesn’t sound like you?”
” I know…”, continued the brunette, adding a few coughing sounds “…that’s because I’m all excited thinking about you…c’mon…don’t keep me in suspense…I’ll end up with chest pains…c’mon!”
Again, there was a period of silence. However, the lady suddenly yelled out, ” OK…come and get me…it’s been a while…I didn’t know you could still do it!”
” Oh yea…honey…I can still do it.”
Suppressing their laughter, the two girls arched themselves forward as they moved toward the open doorway, finally turning the corner, seeing an old lady the same age as her dead husband, the woman all naked, laying on the mattress, facing the girls with her legs spread all the way open!
After their eyes met, the lady’s mouth dropped as she just laid there on her back, paralyzed with fear, not knowing what to say as the girl approached, finally standing near the bed, Jane on the left, Trudy on the right, both cunts looking down at the woman.
Finally, the lady stuttered, ” Ah…um, who are you…what do you want?”
” I wanna fuck you…just like I said.”, replied Trudy as Jane took hold of the lady’s shoulders, holding her in place, while the brunette moved the gun toward the woman’s crotch, slowly shoving the barrel into the victim, the silencer going in first, followed by half of the barrel.
” No…please…what are you doing?’, pleaded the lady.
” Like I said…I wanna stick it in…as far as it’ll go.”
” YOU’RE HURTING ME…PLEASE!!”
” Fuck you…old bitch…and I really mean FUCK YOU…ha ha!”
In and out went the gun, the brunette moving it faster and faster, forcing it in deeper and deeper, saying, ” Tell me you like it…say you like it…SAY IT!!”
” PLEASE…STOP…IT HURTS!”
” I want you to say you like it!”
Afraid for her life, the old lady finally said, ” OK…I LIKE IT…I LIKE IT!!”
“HA HA!”, roared the dark-haired bitch, “SHE LIKES IT, JANE…SHE LIKES IT!”
A minute later, Trudy pulled the trigger, sending a piece of lead up into the woman’s viginal area, after which Trudy pulled the gun from the lady’s bloody cunt, and then both girls rolled her off the bed, allowing the wounded person to fall down on the floor, followed by the impact of Jane’s boot against the side of her head, the blond bitch saying, ” Tell us where you got jewelry and shit…tell us, NOW!”
” IT’S ON THE DRESSER HERE…AND SOME DOWNSTAIRS IN THE LIVINGROOM…THERE’S A BOX ON THE ONE TABLE.”
” Thank you.”, replied Trudy, aiming the gun at the lady’s head, finally killing her.
” OK…let’s get the stuff up here…then drag her down…after we check out the livingroom…we’ll stuff ‘em both in the hearse.”, said Jane.
” Jane walked over to the dresser and grabbed the jewelry box. After she opened it, all she found was a gold necklace and a ring. The blond stuffed the loot into her pants pocket and both girls dragged the dead lady down the stairs, dragging her to her dead husband, when they strolled out to the livingroom and up to the one table, finding another box. Inside was a gold wrist watch and another ring. Like she did upstairs, Jane put the stuff in her pocket and was about to leave when Trudy said, ” Hey…look…, over there.”
” What?”
” Over by that one corner.”
As the girls strolled across the room, Jane finally said, ” Wow…they got their own bar…right here in the livingroom…yep…that guy had the right name…Rich…because that’s what he is…or was…rich…fucken rich!”
Grabbing one of the bottles, Trudy looked at it and said, ” Scotch…, and the other bottle there’s whisky…OK Jane…let’s have a drink!”
Like nothing, Trudy reached under the counter and produced two glasses, pouring some scotch for each of them, the girls quickly downing the stuff, followed by another round, and then a third. Eventually, the two cunts were staggering around the darkened livingroom, singing to themselves, smoking one cigarette after another, drinking some whisky as well, until Jane said, ” UM…don’t you think we should be going now.”
” Ah…um…yea…here…give me some of that.”, replied Trudy pointing at the small plastic bag still stuck in Jane’s T-shirt pocket.
After the blond poured some of the white stuff into Trudy’s hand, the brunette snorted it all up, the cocaine working against the booze, allowing the girl to walk straight again, Jane doing the same thing, snorting a little coke until she returned the bag to her T-shirt pocket.
Casually, they strolled back to the side entrance and started with the old lady, dragging her body out the door and finally pushing it into the back of the hearse, on top of the other dead lady. Inside again, they dragged the man out, doing the same thing. Satisfied with everything, the girls lowered their asses into the front of the black car and off they went, turning right into West Boulevard, going up to Lake where Trudy made a left and drove toward the Clifton intersection, Jane asking, ” Where do you wanna dump this thing?”
Moving along, Trudy saw the Lighthouse Inn and said, ” I know exactly what I’m gonna do…oh yea.”
When she reached the intersection, the bitch pulled into the lot behind the nice restaurant and came to a halt before a receiving door, large enough to fit a small truck. She put the car in reverse and slowly backed up twenty feet until the bitch finally shifted into drive and hit the accelerator, smashing through the wooden receiving door, the hearse coming to a quick halt amongst a bunch of boxes and stuff.
” Yea…good idea.”, said Jane, “…in the morning someone’ll really have something to talk about…ha, ha!”
With the gun stuffed in her belt, Jane got out of the car followed by Trudy, both girls walking outside, strolling around the building where Trudy found another rock, grabbed it, and threw it at the same window, smashing the glass, the two girls finally strolling under the green bridge, walking up to 85th street.
” They fixed it again…the repair guy must be getting tired.”
Firing up a cigarette, Trudy said, ” He’s gonna have to fix the receiving door too now…he should ask for a raise…ha ha!”
Once they were home in the apartment, Trudy looked at the clock and said, ” It’s two thirty already and I’m not even fucken tired.”
” Me too.”
Jane went up to the refrigerator and fixed a drink for each of them, when the brunette asked, ” So what do you wanna fucken do?”
” Um…let’s watch TV.”
” Yea…OK.”
With a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, they each ventured out to the livingroom, Trudy parking her butt to the sofa while Jane turned on the television and opened the inside door leading out to the front porch.
” What’s on at this hour?”, asked Trudy
Jane turned on the light and replied, ” The TV guide here says “The Three Lives OF Thomasina”
” What’s that?”
” I don’t know…doesn’t say much else.”
Jane ventured over to the sofa, placed both the gun and the clear plastic bag on the coffee table, and finally parked her ass. The girls snorted a little more coke, fired up fresh cigarettes, turned out the lights, and then slouched themselves back, watching TV.
” This is about a cat.”, remarked Trudy.
” Hmmm…nice cat…I like cats…but I hate dogs.”
” Me too.”
Despite the film’s “innocence”, the girls got “into” things for a while, transfixed by the movie, the two cunts sitting there before the large black and white TV, the room all dark except for the picture tube and the street lamp shining outside, a gentle breeze blowing through the screen door.
” That’s neat…cool…it’s like you’re right there with it.”, said Jane, watching the one scene where the cat was “dreaming”, seeing itself walk up a flight of steps flanked on both sides by mysterious Egyptian cat statues, the animal walking up to “feline heaven”, hundreds of other cats there as well.
” I wonder if that’s what we’re gonna see when we go”, remarked Trudy.
“We’re going to hell. “
” Who knows…we’ll find out when the time comes.”
” Then it’s too late.”
“Well…whatever.”, answered brunette, starting to feel a little tired.
As the movie went on, getting less and less interesting, the girls drank more and more booze until they finally “crashed”, falling to sleep on the sofa, their bodies and minds totally exhausted from the cocaine, alcohol, and excitement.
Chapter 7
Trudy opened her eyes and “felt” the daylight, every part of her body feeling heavy and sore, the girl slowly sitting up, looking over at the other end of the sofa, seeing her friend, the blond’s head and right shoulder laying across the arm rest, the girl still fast asleep. After she raised her ass from the couch, the brunette noticed the TV was still on as she suddenly heard, ” …they found about a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry too…”
” What the fuck?”, said the girl to herself as she sank to her knees before the coffee table and had her morning “fix”, snoring up some coke. She got to her feet, looked at the gun laying on the table, then at Jane, finally returning her attention to the TV.
The news guy went on, “…the hearse was probably driven through the receiving door…from what we gather…it was stolen from Berry’s Funeral Home on Detroit Avenue a few blocks before West 65th Street.”
Sitting next to the man was some news lady, the woman saying, ” You said they found bodies in the back of the car…all four shot?”
” Yes…and that’s not all…the police tell us they found three more bodies near the same restaurant…on Viking Avenue next to the train tracks…two of them where shot using the same kind of bullet…probably from the same gun.”
” That’s amazing.”
” And here’s the “best” part of it all…a car was found last night near the shoreway, all burnt up…the driver was burned to a crisp…but his corpse also had a bullet in it.”
” The same caliber?”
” Exactly…and the bodies found in the lake yesterday had the same caliber bullet in them too.”
” But why would someone leave all that jewelry in a box on the front seat of the car?’
” I don’t know…the police also have an ID on the four victims in the hearse…they live on Edgewater Drive…the jewels were taken from one of the homes.”
” This is scary…I hope they catch who’s doing this…and fast!”
Standing there in the livingroom, Trudy smashed her fist to the coffee table and yelled, “FUCK…FUCK…A HUNDRED THOUSAND BUCKS…A HUNDRED THOUSAND FUCKEN BUCKS…AND WE LEFT IT ON THE FRONT SEAT…NO…SHE LEFT IT ON THE FRONT SEAT!”
Quickly, the brunette marched over and began kicking the side of Jane foot, screaming, ” GET UP…GET THE FUCK UP…IT’S PAST NOON ALREADY…YOU DUMB BITCH…YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!!”
As her eyes slowly opened, Jane mumbled, ” Ahh…um…ah…what…what’s the matter?”
” They’re talking about it now on the fucken TV.”
Looking at the television as the “Twelve O’clock News” went into more and more details about what the two girls did, Jane said, “Oh no…we forgot the diamond rings.”
” You forgot the diamond rings.”
After she knelt before the coffee table and snorted up some coke, the blond finally got to her feet and replied, ” It was your idea to get drunk in that guy’s livingroom…that’s what really fucked us up and made us forget.”
” But the news asshole said that shit was worth about a hundred thousand fucken bucks…you know what we could do with that kind of money?”
Reaching into her jean pocket, Jane produced the loot from the second home, saying, ” We still got these.”
As Jane put the stuff in the wooden drawer along with the gun and coke, Trudy said, ” Yea but it ain’t worth as much…I’m no jewelry expert…but I know they’re not the same…Kevin’s only gonna give us a bag for each of those.”
” We’ll be all right…when we need more…we’ll go out and steal more stuff…who cares.”
Making a sigh, Trudy’s voice got softer as she said, ” OK…whatever…at least we had a good time last night…man that was something.”
” That hearse could move.”
” Yea…and that “thing” we did to that guy…fucking him like that…that was fun.”
After Trudy turned off the TV, the girls strolled out to the kitchen and had something to eat, when Trudy said, ” I’ll take a bath first…, and um…well…sorry for yelling at you like that…I feel real bad about it now.”
” No problem…that’s OK…I’ll wash the dishes…clean up…and when you come out…I’ll have a nice big pot of coffee brewing.”
” OK…thanks.”
Feeling uplifted now, the brunette ventured into her bedroom, stripped herself, got a fresh change of clothes, and strolled into the bathroom, where she washed off, put her clothes on, and returned to her room, drying her hairs, after which she raised her dark mane back up to the top of her head, slipped the boots back on, and strolled out to the kitchen again, firing up a fresh cigarette and drinking a bunch of coffee, the blond going into the bathroom, taking a bath as well.
Trudy turned on the radio and sat there in the kitchen, staring through the screen door at the field, looking at the two large trees, enjoying the view. From over the radio came Scott Mckenzie’s “San Francisco”, the song acting like a tranquilizer as she stared out into the distance, overtaken by the measures, a relaxing sensation going through her veins. Suddenly, like a lightening bolt from hell, the phone rang.
Shaking her head, Trudy got up, went over to the phone, grabbed the receiver, and said, ” Yea?”
” Hi…I’m Justin…you called me yesterday about your new number and address.”
The cigarette in one hand and the phone in the other, Trudy said, ” That was Jane…I’m Trudy.”
“OK…I’d like to have a session tonight…is that fine with you?”
” Ah…yea…why not?”
” Good….is seven OK?”
” Yea…both of us or just one.”
” Both…like the last time I was with you two…last year…remember?”
” I don’t know…who cares…just be here at seven.”
” OK…thanks…see you then.”
” Bye.”
When she hung up the phone, Jane came back to the kitchen, the girl dressed in a fresh set of similar clothes, her mane also raised up high again.
After Jane fired up a cigarette and poured herself a drink, Trudy said, ” We got a client tonight…at seven…his name’s Justin…wants both of us and says he was with us last year…do you remember the jerk?”
” Um…Justin…Justin…ah…oh yea…yea…I think he was the guy who spent the whole hour doing only one thing…kissing out butts.”
” Sounds good to me.”
” After he leaves…we’ll have fun tonight…not as good as last night…, but it’ll still be fun.”
” Speaking of last night…”
” Yea…?”
” Did you ever hear of that before?”
” What?”
” What we did…rape a guy that way…did any women before in the whole world ever do something like that…tie a man’s dick to something and then fuck him…I never heard of that before.”
” I never heard of that either…I wonder why it’s never been done before?”
“Who knows”, replied Trudy with a sigh, finally saying, ” So what do you wanna do before seven comes along?”
” Let’s take a ride…down to the park…or whatever.”
” OK.”
Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and then exhaled a huge cloud of smoke. After they had more coffee and another drink, they locked up the place and strolled down the front steps, emerging outside where they walked up to the Impala. Right before they reached the car, Trudy suddenly exclaimed, ” FUCK…DAMN IT…MOTHERFUCKER!!”
” What?”, asked Jane.
” I stepped in something”
” Oh shit…you stepped in bunch of dog crap….a whole big pile of it.”
Quickly, Trudy stepped over into the grass and began rubbing her boot sole back and forth, frantically removing the stuff as Jane reached in back jean pocket and produced a napkin, saying, ” Here…use this…it’ll get the rest of it off.”
” Thanks.”, answered the brunette as she strolled up to their car, leaned her ass against the fender, and removed her western boot, finally wiping away the rest of the dog crap.
After tossing the napkin to the side, both girls got into the car. Trudy started the engine and slowly drove down 85th, approaching Lake Avenue, when Jane looked forth and said, ” Hey…that guy’s walking a dog…it looks like a big sausage with legs.”
The brunette looked over as well, saying, ” A dachshund…fucken animal.”
As the car slowly made it’s way, “crawling” up behind the man, the guy held onto the leash and continued walking until the Impala was right beside him, Jane saying through the open window, ” Hey….nice doggy!”
Seeing the big smile on Jane’s face, the fool approached the car as it came to a halt and said, ” Oh thanks.”
Suddenly, to the guy’s complete astonishment, Trudy leaned forward and said, ” Looking for some ASS…you know…ASS and TITS!”
” Yea…” said Jane as she pulled up her shirt, exposing her two nice breasts, saying further, “…only a few bucks and you can suck ‘em.”
” And after that…”, said Trudy, “…I’ll sit on your face…so how about it?”
” Um…how much?”
” I don’t…what do you got?”, replied the brunette.
” I only got twenty bucks on me.”
” That’ll do it…we’re only talking about fifteen minutes or so…hop in.”
Jane got out of the car and opened the back door, holding it for the guy as the dog jumped in first, followed by the man, and then by Jane. After Trudy pulled away from the curve, she made a right into Lake and slowly drove up the street. In the back, the dog sat quietly on the floor board as the thirty year old man took hold of Jane’s left tit, feeling it as the girl quickly raised her shirt again, allowing him to move his face forward and stick his nose between her two succulent mounds, the guy losing all sense of where he was, totally transfixed by her naked chest, his right hand going down to her ass, caressing her smooth and curvaceous butt!
A short while latter, Trudy made a left into 80th Street, driving down the lonely road until she reached an old abandoned warehouse, driving to the back of the structure, finally coming to a halt before the edge of the railroad dam. At a casual pace, Trudy turned off the engine and got out, quietly strolling back to the trunk, where she opened it and produced a tire iron. Hiding the crow bar behind her back, the wicked bitch went up to the rear door on the driver’s side and opened it, the man still sucking away at Jane’s breasts. With her free hand, Trudy raised up her shirt as well, finally tapping the man on the shoulder, saying, ” Time to suck mine.”
Quickly, the jerk turned around and moved his face to the brunette’s chest as Trudy crawled in halfway. However, once she felt his lips on her left nipple, the girl slowly moved back, the guy going with her, keeping his mouth to her breast the whole time. When his head emerged from the car, Trudy quickly stood up and brought the metal bar down over the back of his skull, screaming, ” FUCK YOU….BASTARD…YOU AND YOUR FUCKEN DOG…SHITTING ALL OVER THE PLACE…I’LL KILL YOU!”
After he fell to the ground, Trudy struck him again and again, beating his head to a pulp, finally killing the man as she yelled away, ” FUCK YOU…FUCK YOUR STINKEN MUTT…GO TO HELL…FUCK YOU!!”
Seeing a pool of blood forming next to what was left of his head, Trudy eventually stopped, catching her breath and pulling her shirt back in place, Jane standing next to her now, also lowering her T-shirt, the blond saying, ” That takes car of that mother fucker!”
As Trudy put the crow bar back into the trunk, the dog started barking, the foolish little animal jumping from the car, standing there with the leash still around its neck, yelping away at Jane, an angry look in its eye. After Trudy came back, the dark-haired girl kicked the animal in the snout, doing it a second time until it whimpered a little, after which the brunette took hold of the leash and dragged the poor creature to the front of the car, tying it to the bumper.
” Give me a hand.”, said Jane as she took hold of the dead guy’s left leg, Trudy walking over and taking the other leg, the girls dragging him into the thick brush at the dam’s edge, leaving him there, the dog moving back and forth, trying to brake free with no success.
” So where do you wanna go now?”, asked Trudy.
” Um…ah…let’s stop at Mcdonald’s for a shake before we go down to the park.”
” OK…let’s go.”
Like it was nothing, they lowered their nice asses into the car as Trudy started the engine and put the thing into gear, moving forward, making a slow and wide U-turn back to West 80th Street. As the poor animal slid under the vehicle, the slack finally gave out. The creature was dragged along under the chassis between the gas tank and the muffler, it’s frame bouncing up and down while the dog yelled and cried, eventually making a high pitched scream. After Trudy made a left into Lake, she picked up speed, the dog still screaming until they reached Detroit when it finally went quiet and all they heard was a thumping sound!
Finally, the bitch pulled into the West 65th Street Mcdonald’s and came to a halt behind the place, parking the car up against a large fence, no one else around. After they got out, Trudy went up to the front of the Impala, squatted, and untied the leash, slowly pulling the dead creature out from under the piece of junk, saying, ” Look at that, Jane…what a mess…you can’t even tell it was a dog…ha, ha!!”
” Sick…throw it away.”
Taking hold of the collar, Trudy stood up and carried the animal over to a nearby wastebasket, dropping it into the large container, after which the two cunts went into the fast food joint, coming back out a minute later, each girl holding a vanilla shake, returning to the car. Trudy drove west on Detroit, made a right into Lake, and drove down to the green bridge, going under it, coming out by Clifton, where she turned right and drove down the highway a short distance until the bitch got off at the Edgewater Park ramp, driving under the highway now, entering the park, moving along next to the marina until she entered a long parking lot up against the lake itself, finally parking the car, both girls sitting there, staring out at the water.
As she slurped away at her shake, Jane turned on the radio and the song ” Yellow Submarine” came forth, the girls still looking at water until Trudy said, ” We live the life of ease…don’t you think?”
” Pleasure and fun…that’s us.”
” We’ll have fun tonight…first that guy’ll kiss my ass…then we’ll get juiced up…hang around the pool again…see what’s up in the neighborhood.
” Can’t wait.”
Finished with their milkshakes, they both got out of the car, threw the empty containers down on the ground, and then went for a walk, strolling out into a large open area, bigger than six football fields combined. Walking along, Jane pointed near the field’s center and said, ” Look at that stupid kid flying a kite…doesn’t he look like a real jerk.”
Her head moving back and forth for a second, the brunette replied, ” Seems like he’s here alone…must’ve come down here by himself to fly his shitty kite.”
The girls slowly ventured toward the eight year old kid, eventually standing next to him, Jane saying, ” That’s a cool kite…can we hold it…I never flew a kite before…really.”
A naive expression on his face, the boy gave Jane the role of string, the blond standing there, holding onto it, finally saying, ” That wind up there must be strong…man…I can hardly hold it!” Mocking the kid, she went on with, ” OH NO…I’M GONNA LOOSE IT…NO…!”
She let the thing “slip” from her hand, the spool of thread quickly unrolling itself before the child had a chance to grab it, the kite drifting off now, toward the lake, the boy running after it like crazy, tripping now and then, never catching up until the thing went out over the water, slowly “disappearing” into the distance.
“HA HA HA!!”, roared the two girls, watching the kid stand there by the water’s edge. “HA HA…THAT WAS FUNNY…WHY DON’T YOU JUMP IN THE LAKE AFTER IT…HA HA!!”
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy strolled back to the car and got in. After the brunette started the engine, she backed out of the parking space, and drove down the rest of the lot, passing up the kid as he still stood there, staring out at the water.
“HA HA HA…FUCK YOU…KID…HA HA!!”, yelled both girls, the bitches still mocking him, the child just standing there with a bewildered look of confusion on his face as the car drove on by, Trudy finally making a U-turn, going back toward the marina, where she made a right and returned to the shoreway, finally approaching the Lake Avenue intersection, the bitch making a sharp left, driving up to 85th Street. She made a right and drove up the street, moving past their place, the girl driving all the way up to Detroit, the road inclining itself a little before the intersection. After she slowed down, Trudy pulled into a gas station at the corner and came to a halt before the pump.
” What’ll it be ma’am?”, asked some guy.
” Just fill it up.”
” OK.”
The man filled up the tank and said, ” Four fifty two.”
Trudy gave him the money and turned around in the lot, driving down 85th Street again until she parked the car before the pool’s field and both girls got out, going up to the apartment. Inside the place, Trudy said, ” It’s already past five…less than two hours before he comes.”
” Let’s eat something and then watch the news before he gets here.”
” We said we wanna bum around the pool after he’s gone.”
” Yea.”
” UM…tell you want…let me do something so we can have even more fun tonight.”
” What?”
” You stay here and get dinner ready…I’ll be back in a half hour or so.”
” What are you do?”, insisted Jane, watching Trudy go over to the drawer, where she produced the gun, sniffed a little coke, and then strolled into her bedroom, grabbing her purse, finally going out to the kitchen.
” Where are you going?”, asked the blond again as Trudy grabbed a small paper bag and stuffed it into the purse, followed by the gun.
” You’ll see…when the news comes on tonight at six…you’ll see.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Jane said, ” OK…have fun.”
” I will…and when I get back…I’ll have something that’ll be fun for both of us…ha, ha.”
While the blond started making supper, Trudy went out to the livingroom where she left the apartment, strolled down the front steps, and then walked up to the car, parking her ass behind the wheel, firing up a fresh cigarette afterward. She started the engine and pulled away from the curve, driving down the street until she made a right into Lake and drove all the way up to Detroit, the song “Love Child” playing on the radio as the girl made a left into Detroit and drove down to West 65th Street, making a right, finally driving all the way up to Lorain Avenue, where she pulled into a small lonely parkinglot behind a drug store.
The purse hanging from her shoulder, Trudy raised her ass and got out of the car, strolling over to the side entrance where she entered the place, seeing only four people, a register girl, the manager, a customer, and the pharmacist guy in the back, the man standing behind a table, putting labels on some pill bottles. Trudy went down one of the aisles and acted like she was shopping, waiting for the customer to leave. It didn’t take long and the old lady went up to the front counter, paid for her stuff, and left, leaving through the front door, after which Trudy removed the gun from her purse and strolled up front, aiming the Luger at the two individuals, saying, ” To the back of the store…now…both of you!”
Frightened by the gun, they both put up their hands up and did as she said, walking to the pharmacy, the wicked brunette going after them, pointing the gun at their backs. When they got to the rear of the store, Trudy again reached into her purse and threw the paper bag down to the counter, saying to the pharmacist, ” Fill it up with a bunch of upper and downers…you know…whatever you got that’ll make you high…you know what I mean.”
Before he could say anything, Trudy took aim at the other two and shot them, killing the register girl and the manager, finally saying to the man in the white coat, ” You see…I ain’t bullshitting…so hurry up…move it.”
His hands shaking, the man quickly grabbed the bag and went over to a huge shelf holding all kinds of medication, the man working as fast as he could, picking out the stuff she requested. When he was done, he placed the bag down on the pharmacy counter and said, ” Here it is…ma’am”
” Thanks.”, replied the bitch in a mocking tone of voice as she pulled back at the trigger, sending a bullet through his heart, the man’s body falling backward into all the merchandise, the whole shelf falling forward, “drowning” the guy in an avalanche of pills and bottles!
Out the side door she went, quickly walking back to her car, getting behind the wheel and starting the engine, finally pulling out of the lot and making a right into Lorain where she drove a mile down the street until West 85th. She made another right, drove down to Madison Avenue, went through the intersection, and kept going, finally going through the Detroit intersection, until the girl pulled to the curb before the pool and cut the engine.
Up in the apartment again, Trudy returned the gun to the drawer and strolled back to the kitchen, placing the paper bag to the table, saying, ” Here you go…this’ll be cool.”
” What is it?”
” Look inside.”
Jane opened the bag and produced over twenty small bottles holding all kinds of amphetamines, barbiturates, and whatever, the blond saying, ” What are these…uppers…downers?”
” Probably a little of both…we’ll just take ’em tonight and see what the hell they do.”
” Yea…cool.”, said Jane, her eyes lighting up a little as she finally said, ” Dinner’s ready.”
” Thanks.”
They sat down and ate, eating some steak and potatoes, followed by some booze and coffee. When they were done, Jane washed the dishes and both girls finally went out to the livingroom, turning on the TV and parking their butts to the sofa, watching the evening news, hearing, “…a customer walked into the “Leader Drug” at West 65th and Lorain, finding three people dead…when the police arrived on the scene, they found an employee, the manager, and the pharmacist shot to death…”
” Ha…”, said Jane, “…that’s an easy way to get drugs.”
” Yea…to bad they don’t have coke…then we wouldn’t need Kevin.”
The girls just sat there, watching the rest of the news, laughing at the whole thing, pointing their fingers at the TV, until Jane looked at her watch and said, ” It’s almost seven.”
After they raised their butts, Trudy turned off the TV and both girls went back to their separate rooms, eventually coming back to the livingroom, each bitch dressed in her black thigh high stiletto boots, and her black leather two piece “bikini” outfit. Looking at the brunette, Jane said, ” We sure look great…don’t you think?”
” Yea…”, answered Trudy, “…I’d love to be a fifty foot tall giant dressed like this…then the news people can really talk about me…call it… ” Attack of the Fifty Foot Dominatrix!”.., ha ha!”
A short while later, the front doorbell rang. Jane went over to the intercom and said, ” Who is it?”
” It’s me…Justin.”
” OK.”
The blond buzzed him in and they finally heard a knock on the front door, after which Trudy opened the entrance and their stood some guy in his mid thirties, causing Trudy to say, ” Hi come in.”
After she closed the door, Trudy said, ” Let’s see the money.”
Quickly, he produced five twenties and a ten, saying, ” That’s a tip for each of you.”
” Good.”, answered the dark-haired girl as she strolled back to the kitchen, placing the money in a jar on the table, returning to the livingroom.
” Can you please take everything off except for the boots.”, said the guy as he started to undress himself, removing all his clothes, finally sinking to his knees, staring up at the two bitches.
” Sure.”, answered Jane, both of them removing everything, leaving only the high heeled boots on, after which Jane sat her naked ass down to the sofa and Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette.
The man crawled over to Trudy and pressed his lips up against her smooth backside, saying, “I respect you…I respect you!”
Her head turned back, the brunette leaned her left shoulder against the wall, inhaled from her cigarette and said, ” Oh yea…you’re the guy who does nothing but kiss our asses the whole fucken time.”
” You see…I told you.”, said Jane also firing up a fresh cigarette.
KISS! KISS! KISS!
He went on and on, his hands shaking as he gently took hold of her hips, his face always pressed to her naked butt, the guy saying over and over, ” I respect you…you’re a goddess…the whole world must worship you…you are the ultimate power!”
” That’s right.”, said Trudy, smoking away.
” Ain’t it great to have someone pay you to let him kiss your ass and tell you how great you are.”, said Jane.
” It is…just look at this fool…kissing away… “crawling” right up my ass!”
When he heard her words, his dick swelled up and the guy began playing with himself a little, still kissing away, doing it with more and more enthusiasm, saying, ” I respect you…I RESPECT YOU…I MUST ALWAYS OBEY YOU…YES I MUST…THE WHOLE WORLD MUST OBEY YOU!!”
KISS! KISS! KISS!
It went on “forever”, Trudy still standing there, leaning against the wall with her weight shifted, puffing away at her cigarette, looking down over her shoulder, finally saying, ” You’re nothing but a piece of dirt…lower than garbage!”
” YES MA’AM…YES MA’AM…THANK YOU FOR SCOLDING ME!”
KISS! KISS! KISS!
After a half hour went buy, Trudy stepped away from the man and went over to the sofa, parking her ass while Jane got up, going over to the man, trading placing with the brunette, finally lighting up another cigarette, leaning herself against the wall, and allowing him to “worship” her backside as well!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
For the next twenty minutes, Trudy just sat there and watched, smoking away, enjoying the whole thing. However, a short while later, the brunette realized she had to use the toilet, take a piss, and real bad at that, causing her to raise her magnificent butt from the sofa and walk away toward the other end of the apartment.
” Where’s she going?’, asked Justin, still kneeing behind Jane, kissing her ass.
Hearing the guy, Trudy turned around and said, ” Just to the bathroom…gotta take a piss.”
Suddenly, the naked guy quickly crawled over on all fours toward the dark-haired girl. When he knelt beside her, the guy raised his right hand up to her hip and said with all humility, ” Ma’am…please…oh great lady of power…mistress…please use me as your toilet…please…, PLEASE…OH PLEASE MA’AM…I RESPECT YOU…I RESPECT YOU!!”
” Yea sure…no problem.”
The guy quickly arched his head back and then opened his mouth as far as it would go, allowing naked Trudy to simply hang her cunt over his face, after which the girl relieved herself, pissing straight down into his mouth, peeing and peeing, the warm yellow stuff coming out with a nice thick gush until almost a whole minute later, the young lady backed away and said, ” OK…follow me to the bathroom.”
His mouth full of piss, the guy crawled after her, his face even with her ass, following the dominatrix into the bathroom where he knelt before the toilet and spit it all out. After Trudy gave him a piece of toilet paper, he jacked off into the tissue and then dropped it in the bowl. Trudy flushed the thing and both of them returned to the livingroom, the man still on all fours, crawling after her, sniffing her butt as he went!
” Well…”, said Jane as she looked at her watch, “…guess that wraps it up.”
” Thank you…ladies…you were very good.”, remarked Justin, the guy putting his clothes back on, finally going down to his car, starting the engine, and driving away.
Just standing there in the livingroom with nothing on except the thigh high black boots, the two girls looked at each other until Trudy said, ” That was good…I pissed right into his mouth…it was fun.”
” He sure liked you.”
” I know…I like the way he kept talking about “respect”…he “respects” me…he didn’t say that to you…all he did was kiss your ass…but with me…he really “kissed ass”…ha ha!”
” Very funny.”
” It was fun…he called me a “great lady of power”…I really liked that…reminds of that fifty foot giant thing.”
” What do you think he would do if he found himself standing before a real fifty foot high Trudy.”
” He’d probably wanna crawl up my ass or something like that.”
” Would you let him.”
” Yea…but after that I’d piss on him and then step on him…crush him to death.”
” You’d really get off on that?”
” Of course…you bet! Now let’s get dressed and see about all that fucken stuff in the kitchen.”
The two girls quickly went back to their rooms, putting their regular clothes on, finally slipping into their western boots, going out to the kitchen, where they approached the table and Trudy grabbed one of the bottles, saying, ” I wonder what this shit is…ain’t even pills…it’s a clear liquid or something.”
” Try it and see what it fels like.”
” The label says “Codeine”. Well…guess we’ll see what it does.”
She opened the eight ounce bottle and smelled the stuff, saying, ” Looks like syrup.”
Arching her head back, the dark-haired girl drank half the contents, finally giving the rest of the stuff to Jane who finished it off, tossing the empty bottle to the side as Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and said, ” I don’t feel anything.”
” Me too…what’s it supposed to do?”
However, right when the brunette turned on the radio and strolled back to the table, she suddenly lost her balance, careening into the side counter by the coffee machine, saying, ” Woo…what the fuck is this shit.”
Moments later, Jane flopped herself down into one of the kitchen chairs as the song ” The Locomotion” came over the radio. The brunette tried dancing with the tune, forcing her hips back and forth but only crashed herself into the same table, finally falling right on her ass, saying, ” Fuck man…this shit’s better than booze…man am I fucken buzzed…right outta my fucken mind!”
Using all her strength, Trudy eventually made it back to her feet as she slowly staggered out to the livingroom, holding onto the walls as she went, bumping into this and that, until she made it all the way to the front end of the apartment, opening the wooden drawer, grabbing the bag of white powder, taking it back with her to the kitchen, falling over twice as she went.
” Oh yea.”, said Jane, watching Trudy pour out some of the powder.
SNIFF! SNIFF! SNIFF!
The girls snorted some of the coke and were suddenly “wide awake” again, standing up straight, Jane saying, ” It makes a good mixture…now we got both things in one…I feel like I’m still floating without falling over.”
” This shit is cool.”, replied Trudy, turning up the radio, after which she grabbed another small plastic bottle and said, ” Hmmm…I wonder what this stuff does.”
” Let’s try it.”
An eager expression on her face, Trudy dropped four red pills into her hand and swallowed the things, Jane doing the same as Trudy said, ” We’ll need something to wash it down with.”
Going over to the refrigerator, the brunette removed the whisky bottle, poured out two glasses, and both girls had a drink while the pill’s effect got stronger and stronger, Jane yelling” WEEE…YEA…NEAT…IT’S A LITTLE LIKE THE COKE!”
With the pill and cocaine counter acting the tranquilizer, the girls “went through the ceiling”, jumping up and down for a while until they grabbed the whiskey bottle and ran down the back steps, through the narrow walkway, past the one house, and finally out into the grassy field before the pool, running around in circles, passing the booze back and forth, until they got to the benches where they stepped on top of the things and continued what they were doing, hopping up and down, screaming, and shouting all kind of nonsense until it got dark. When the bottle was empty, Trudy threw it over the fence and watched it smash to the ground inside the enclosed perimeter, the girl yelling, ” FUCK YEA…FUCK YEA!”
After they calmed down somewhat, the girls returned to the apartment. They snorted more coke, removed another whisky bottle from the refrigerator, swallowed more pills, and began dancing around the kitchen, the song ” Lightening Strikes” coming from the radio, its measures playing forth, getting the two bitches all excited again as they fired up fresh cigarettes and again passed the bottle back and forth. Suddenly, however, they saw someone standing outside on the porch, knocking on door, staring at them through the screen.
Taking notice, the brunette walked over and said, ” Yea…what do you want.”
Before the screen stood a lady in her early forties, saying, ” Can you please turn down your radio…it’s too loud.”
” And who the fuck are you?”, asked Trudy before she arched her head back and took another drink from the open booze bottle.
” I live right next door…we share the same back porch here.”
” Yea…so?”, said Trudy, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke through the screen.
” Please turn down your radio…I wanna go to sleep.”
” Why go to sleep…just turn up your own radio.”
” That’s not the idea.”
A defiant look in her eye, Trudy pushed open the screen door and stepped outside as the other lady moved back, the brunette measuring her off now, finally saying, ” Fuck you.”
Getting a little angry, the other tenant said, ” Same to you?”
Trudy dropped the cigarette to the floor, killed it with her boot, and replied, ” You’re a damn bitch…a fucken pain in my ass.”
” I’m not doing anything…all I ask is that you turn down your radio.”
” And all I ask is that you go fuck yourself…CUNT!”
” I’m telling Mr. Gustalla…I’m gonna call him…I can’t believe he actually rented the apartment to people like you.”
” Hey…FUCK YOU…what do you mean… “people like you” …you think you’re better than me or something.”
Hearing the argument, Jane stepped out onto the porch as well, saying, ” What’s going on here?”
Trudy turned to her friend and said, ” This fucken bitch…this damn cunt here’s got a problem with our radio…not to mention a few other things.”
As she laughed a little, the blond pointed north and said, “In that case she can go jump in the lake.”
” Yea CUNT…,”, said Trudy, “…go jump in the fucken lake…then make sure you drown!”
” You’re the cunt.”, replied the woman.
” No…you’re the cunt…you cunt!”
” You’re the cunt!”, repeated the lady.
” FUCK YOU…BITCH…YOU’RE THE CUNT!”
“CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!”, yelled Jane, coming to her friend’s defense.
” Why don’t you go back in your apartment and have another drink…, you drunken slush.”
” DON’T TALK TO HER THAT WAY.”, screamed Trudy, walking right up to the lady, getting eye to eye!
Suddenly, a surge of fear went through the neighbor’s heart as she backed off and quickly ran into her apartment, closing both the inside and outside doors. Still all pissed off, Trudy went up to the door and started kicking away at it, screaming like crazy, the bottle still in her hand, ” FUCK YOU…CUNT! FUCK YOU…YOU BITCH…YOU DAMN PIECE OF SHIT…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…!!!”
” Forget about her…”, said Jane, “…she ain’t worth it.”
Trudy slowly backed away from the door, took another drink from the bottle, and then strolled back to her place, the screen door falling shut behind her as both girls returned to the kitchen table, snorted more coke, and then wandered out to the livingroom, Jane holding two glasses in her hand. When they got to the front end of the apartment, Trudy flopped her beautiful ass to the sofa, filled each glass, placed the bottle to the livingroom table, and heard Jane say, ” Dr. Zhivago’s on tonight…the late show…starts in five minutes.”
“I heard that’s a good movie…think it came out in sixty five or something…, I never saw it…but some of the previews were good.”
” Then let’s watch it…I’ll make some pop corn.”
” Oh great.”
After she turned on the TV, Jane strolled back to the kitchen, where she quickly made a huge bowl of popcorn, put a bunch of salt on it, and brewed a pot of coffee, pouring two cups of the stuff, placing it all on a tray, and finally going back to the livingroom. She placed the tray down on the coffee table while Trudy said, ” Oh thanks…coffee too…great!”
Jane parked her ass to the same couch, drank some booze, took a sip of coffee, and then took up a handful of the popcorn, the two girls sitting there, watching the move, Jane saying, ” I like that Laura girl…she’s cool.”
” If I were her…I’d get away from that asshole.”
” Which one?”
” Both of ‘em…the one guy’s just a cigar smoking crook and then other’s a crazy communist…thinks the world’ll be better after his fucken revolution.”
” He’s a believer in Karl Marx.”
” Fuck Marx.”
” What do you think of Zhivago?”
” He’s kind of all right…a little naive…but he’s OK.”
After both girls fired up cigarettes and kept their eyes glued to the TV, they suddenly heard a knock on the livingroom door.
” Shit…always when you’re watching the good part.”, said Trudy as she raised her ass from the couch, went over to the door, and opened it.
Standing in front of her was a cop, the guy saying, ” Hello ma’am…this lady here says you got abusive with her when she asked you to turn your radio down.”
As Trudy looked over the cop’s shoulder, she saw the same lady from twenty minutes ago, the woman standing behind the officer, fear and disgust written all over her face.
” That’s a bunch of crap…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, replied the brunette, standing there with the cigarette in one hand, and the coffee cup in the other.
” She said you kicked away at her door and called her all kinds of names.”
” I didn’t do shit…she started it…bitching about my radio.”
” Was it loud?”
” No it wasn’t…she’s full of shit.”
” It was loud.”, said the lady, still “hiding” behind the cop.
” Well…look…”, said the officer as he pulled out a note pad and made a quick report, finally saying, “…just keep your radio down…and don’t kick any doors…OK?”
” I didn’t…”
” Whatever…”, said the officer, “…just stay away from her so I don’t have to come back…is that clear?”
A second later, Jane came to the door, saying, ” OK officer…we understand…, we’ll keep the radio down.”
” Good.”, replied the man as he turned around and left, going down the steps while the lady returned to her apartment across the hall, quickly closing the door.
When both girls were back on the sofa, watching the movie again, Trudy said, ” That fucken bitch…that cunt…we outta kill her.”
” I know…but don’t…the pigs’ll suspect us right away.”
” Too bad…that bitch doesn’t know who she’s fucking with…damn cunt.”
Speaking of “fucking”…look what’s going on now in the movie.”
Trudy gazed at the TV screen, hearing, “…there’s two kinds of women…and you’re not the first kind.”
” I’m not a slut!”, screamed “Laura”.
The guy in the movie pushed the girl down and fucked her, finally getting up and saying, “…and don’t delude yourself this was rape…that would flatter us both.”
” I can’t believe she just sits there and let’s him walk out…”, remarked Trudy, “…I’d kill that motherfucker…but then again…she’s blond.”
” Ha ha…very funny…hey wait…look…”
” You mean she’s got a gun?”
” Looks like she’s gonna go after him.”
” She is…there she goes…walking right in that crowd…right up to the mother fucker…oh yea…BANG!”
” He didn’t get killed.”
” Too bad.”
After a commercial came on, Trudy poured herself another drink and said, ” That’s what I should do right now…grab that gun and go across the hall…, knock on the door…when the bitch opens it…I’ll shove the pistol in her face and pull the trigger…that would be fun!”
” She’d never complain about anything ever again.”
” It’s just too bad I can’t kill her…just too bad.
When the movie started again, the girls got more and more relaxed when suddenly they heard the phone way back in the kitchen area.
” The phone’s ringing.”, said Jane.
Making a frustrated sigh, Trudy pulled her nice ass from the sofa and slowly strolled through the apartment with her cigarette stuck between her fingers, the phone still ringing and ringing while the brunette mumbled, “Yea yea…I’m coming…I’m coming…just take it easy…I’m coming.”
After the bitch picked up the receiver she said, ” Yea?”
” Hello…this is the landlord…Mr. Gustalla…how are you?”
” Um…I’m OK…what do you want?”
” Ah…I just received a call a short while ago from the lady who lives across the hall from you.”
” OK.”
” She said she had to the call the police because you kicked her door and got real mean.”
” Yea…a cop was here…but she’s full of shit…she started it…our radio wasn’t that loud.”
” OK…don’t worry about it…she’s always complaining…she calls me once or twice a month…complaining about the faucets, the light switches…and all kinds of stuff…even about other tenants now and then…for the last five years.”
” Yea…she seems like she’s stuck up.”
” You two seem like real nice girls…I can’t believe you actually kicked her door…did you?”
” No…like I said…she’s full of it.”
” OK…well…just try to keep the radio down…and stay away from her…that’s all.”
” No problem.”
After Trudy hung up the phone, she strolled back to the livingroom, parked her ass, fired up a fresh cigarette, and said, ” That bitch doesn’t give up.”
” What happened?”
” That was the DP…he said she called him…told him she had to call the cops on us because we were making noise and kicking her fucken door.”
” She’s starting to make me sick too.”
” Man…if only I could kill her without causing suspicion.”
” Forget it.”
” Yea…I know…but there’s one good thing though.”
” What?”
” He said she’s always complaining…she’s been here five years and calls him every month about something…I don’t think he likes her either.”
” Well that’s good…then he believes what you said…not her…, right?”
” Seems that way.”
” Good.”
The girls sat there for a few hours and finished the rest of the movie.
” It’s after two already.”, remarked the brunette, getting up off the sofa, walking toward the other end of the apartment.
After Jane turned off the TV, she put the booze and everything else on the tray and carried it back to the kitchen, where Trudy lit up a candle and turned out the lights, enjoying the atmosphere as the moonlight came through the screen door. The girls just sat there in the kitchen smoking cigarettes, listening to the soft wind outside as a warm gentle breeze blew through the apartment, waving the curtains back and forth a little.
” Perfect night.”, said Jane.
” I love the night…and the moon…”, replied Trudy, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs at the knee, “…feels great.”
As their cigarettes glowed away in the dark, they each poured themselves a drink when Trudy reached forward and took another one of the pill bottles, opened it, swallowed five of them, and finally gave the small container to the blond who also “sampled” some of the medication.
Sitting there on her ass, Jane slowly felt the stuff going to work until eventually she heard Trudy’s voice coming from across the table, the brunette sounding like a record going in slow motion, her silhouette getting all wavy and distorted.
” Jane…”, said the voice, sounding near and distant at the same time, “…this shit’s weird…everything seems funny.”
” UM…”, answered the blond, “…I know…me too.”
” This is one fucken downer…never felt this way before.”
” I’m so relaxed…”, remarked Jane, “…like I’m floating through the night sky…sitting on the moon.”
Looking back to the screen door, Trudy said, ” I love it here…it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed off.”
Slowly, and with some effort, the brunette raised her ass from the chair and staggered to the door, eventually making it out to the porch. Trudy leaned herself against the railing and stared across the lonely field, taking in the air, the medication’s strong effect adding more to the night’s heightened mystique as she just stood there bathed in the moon’s florescent glow.
” It’s paradise.”, said the blond, joining her friend, both girls standing there, smoking away, taking in the view.
” This moment should last forever…look at the stars…the night sky.”
Jane looked up, pointed at the heavens, and asked, ” Which one is that?”
” The big dipper.”
” And that one?”
” UM…I don’t know.”
” They must be real far away.”
” Oh yea.”
” You think there’s other people up there…just like us?”
” There’s no one just like us.”
” You know what I mean.”, said Jane.
” Yea…but who knows…it’s hard to tell.”
Slowly, the two girls went back in the apartment, sitting down again in the kitchen, lighting up fresh cigarettes as they enjoyed the drug’s effect, bathing in the night’s tranquillity for the next half hour until Jane got up and made a fresh pot of coffee, the girls pumping caffeine into themselves, the mild stimulant mixing itself with the strong depressant, allowing them to stay awake for another hour before they finally fell to sleep.
Chapter 8
” Oh man…my head.”, remarked Trudy as she opened her eyes, the morning light coming in from the screen door, the girl still seated in the kitchen chair.
Looking across the table, she saw the blond leaning forward, her ass parked to the other chair with her head down on the table and her eyes closed, the girl obviously still asleep. Trudy pushed her frame toward the table and reached for the plastic straw, snorting up some of the white powder until she was wide awake again, finally standing herself straight, looking at the clock, seeing ten thirty.
” Hey…sleepy head…wake up.”, said the brunette, pushing at Jane’s shoulder, causing the blond to slowly opened her eyes with a painful and tired look on her face.
” What time is it anyway?”, asked Jane, raising her head from the table.
” Time to get up…it’s already ten thirty.”
” OK…well…give me a second.”
Just like Trudy, Jane leaned forward and took up the straw, finally snorting herself back to “life”, the young lady getting up, going over to the coffee brewer, where she poured the old stuff down the drain and made a new pot, saying, ” Take a bath, Trudy…I’ll fix breakfast…then we can eat.”
” No problem.”
The dark-haired girl went to her room and took off all her clothes, getting ready for a bath. After she was all done, Trudy returned to her bedroom, went into a fresh change of clothes, raised her mane back up in place, and finally joined her friend in the kitchen again, Jane all done making breakfast, the two girls eating now as they drank a bunch of coffee. While chewing away at some cereal, Trudy said, ” I think I’ll do some laundry today…go up to Armstrong’s…OK?”
” Yea…no problem…we also need some groceries…so when you come back…we can both drive up to Pick-N-Pay.”
” That’s fine.”, answered the brunette, finishing up her breakfast and eventually getting up off her ass, strolling into the bathroom where she removed all the “dirty” clothes, put them in the laundry sack, grabbed the detergent, and yelled back to the kitchen area, ” I’m going now…all right?”
” Yea…fine…go ahead.”
As the blond cleaned up the kitchen and took a bath afterward, Trudy left the apartment, strolled down the front steps, went up to the car, put the sack in the trunk, parked her ass behind the wheel, and finally drove off. When she got to the Laundromat, Trudy went up to one of the washers and placed all the clothes into the thing, after which she poured in some detergent, dropped the coins into the slot, closed the lid, and hit the button.
Having nothing important to do while the washer did its thing, Trudy strolled over to the pop machine and got herself a can of Sprite, seeing the manager lady sit in her little office, the woman’s attention absorbed in some paper work, no one in the building except Trudy and the manager. After the dark-haired bitch fired up a fresh cigarette, she strolled back to the other side of the large room and parked her ass in a chair, drinking her pop and smoking the time away, when suddenly some other lady with a small four year old child entered and went to the very last washer against the far wall, the lady obviously wishing to do her laundry.
After the woman’s stuff was in the machine, the lady turned around and sat down with her kid. A second later, the child started coughing, real loud.
Watching Trudy exhale a cloud of smoke into the air, the woman said, “Can you please put out that cigarette or go outside…it’s making my kid sick.”
Trudy looked at the woman and said, ” Why don’t you go outside…and take your brat with you.”
” You’re filling the room with smoke…it’s no good.”
” Then go outside…there’s no sign here that says I can’t smoke.”
” It’s just the idea.”
” Hey…”, said Trudy, “…fuck you…go to hell…bitch…kiss my ass!”
Making a sigh, the woman stood up, took her child by the arm, and strolled outside, walking away from the building. Trudy got up as well and went over to the door, watching the lady stroll up to the corner of Lake and Detroit, where the woman crossed the street and entered a small drug store, wishing to kill time and get away from nasty Trudy and her cigarette. Turing around, the brunette fired up a fresh New Port and went over to the office door, peaking around the corner, seeing the manger woman still at work. A crooked smile on her face, Trudy quietly went over to the washer used by the other woman and opened the lid, seeing a bunch of clothes pushed back and forth. As the machine hummed away, Trudy crawled on top of the thing, turning herself around, after which she stuck the cigarette between her lips, reached for her belt, and lowered her pants and panties, finally squatting over the opening! From her cunt came a whole bunch of piss, the girl peeing down at the lady’s wash, peeing and peeing, doing it for over forty five seconds until the bitch was done, when she stood up straight again, pulled her clothes back in place, got off the washer, spit into the soapy water, and then closed the lid, slowly waking back to her chair, where she parked her ass and puffed away at her cigarette.
The lady came back a half hour later and waited for the washer to finish, finally putting all her clothes in a dryer, Trudy doing the same thing with her stuff until the dryer she used was done and the brunette stuffed her clean clothes into the sack, leaving the place and going back into car, driving home.
Jane had some lunch ready as Trudy put the clothes away and finally joined the blond in the kitchen, both girls eating bacon and eggs.
” You wanna hear a good one.”, said Trudy.
” What?”
” At the Laundromat, some fucken bitch comes in while I’m sitting there and tells me to put out my cigarette of go outside because it makes her stinken little brat sick.”
” Did you tell her where to go.”
” I did better than that.”
” What?”
” She left for a while…over to the store…and I was all alone…so I crawled up on her washer and pissed in it.”
” HA HA HA…THAT’S COOL…FUCKEN COOL!!”, roared Jane, the girl cracking up!
” Yea…I got the satisfaction of watching her put her shit in the dryer afterward…it was funny…real funny!”
” She deservers it…what a bitch…can’t believe anyone would have a problem with smoking…you did the right thing…fuck her.”
When they were done eating, Jane washed the dishes and each girl had a drink afterward, Trudy saying, ” All right…let’s go shopping.”
” OK.”
They fired up cigarettes and went down to the car, Trudy getting behind the wheel, the girls obviously going up to West 65th Street where they pulled into the Pick-N-Pay parking lot and got out of the Impala, going into the supermarket. Inside, Jane grabbed a cart and followed Trudy up to the first aisle, the brunette placing stuff in the cart, the girls going to the next aisle and the next after that, getting everything they needed, finally going to the checkout where the blond paid in cash and out they went, back to the car.
Once they got home again, Jane and Trudy put everything away. When they were done, Jane poured a drink for each of them and they strolled out to the front porch, parking their asses to the old worn out sofa, drinking booze and smoking cigarettes.
” Weather’s OK.”, remarked Trudy.
” Yea…nice day…so what do you wanna do?”
Looking at her watch, Trudy replied, ” It’s not even three yet…so let’s sit here a while and enjoy the view…then we’ll take a walk on the tracks again…bum around…see what’s up.”
” OK…sure.”
Trudy took a mouthful of whisky and puffed away at her cigarette when she suddenly stood up, went over to the railing, looked down the street toward Lake, and said, ” Man is that fucken thing loud.”
Getting up as well, Jane stood next the the brunette and said, ” It’s the ice cream man.”
As the small truck came around the corner, moving up 85th, a loud repetitious chime playing forth from a speaker attached to the thing, it suddenly made a stop four houses away from Jane and Trudy’s place, a bunch of kids running up to it, buying some ice cream.
” Let’s go down and get some.”, said Jane.
” OK…bet we can get it for free too.”
” What do mean?”
” Follow me.”
Jane followed Trudy down the front steps until both girls stood before the curb, waving at the truck as it started moving again, coming toward them. The truck finally came to a halt before the girls as Trudy looked at the thirty five year old driver and said, ” We want two vanilla cones…if you give it to us for free…we’ll show you our tits.”
For a second, the guy didn’t know what to say, when he smiled afterward and replied with, ” Sorry ma’am…but I can’t do that…and besides…, there’s kids all over this street…I’d lose my job if I let you do that.”
” C’mon…we’ll even shake ‘em back and forth for you…right Jane?”
” Yea…c’mon…”, said the blond,, “…we got real great looking tits.”
” I’m sorry…c’mon ladies…let’s see some money.”
Suddenly, Trudy raised her right hand and gave him the “finger”, saying, ” Fuck you…you’re an asshole…you know that.”
” Yea…fuck you…”, said Jane, “…imitating her friend.”
” Whatever…have a nice day.”, was all the man said as he pulled away from the curb and slowly drove off, the “music” still playing from the speaker.
“FUCK YOU…GO TO HELL, MOTHERFUCKER!!”, screamed the two bitches, standing there on the street, watching the truck move away.
All pissed off, they went back upstairs and were once again out on the porch, Trudy saying, ” I can’t believe that bastard…he insulted us…motherfucker…I could kill that guy.”
” Let’s do it.”, said Jane.
” You’re right…I’ll show him.”, answered the dark-haired girl as she went over to the railing and looked up the street toward Detroit, seeing the ice cream truck make its last stop on 85th, stopping before a house across from the pool.
Quickly, Trudy entered the livingroom and opened the drawer, removing the Luger, after which she got her purse from the kitchen and placed the gun inside the leather thing, going down the back steps afterward, Jane going with her. Once they reached the car, Tudy said to the blond, ” You drive.”
” No problem.”, replied the girl as she got behind the wheel, the brunette parking her ass in the passenger seat.
Jane started the engine and drove down the street a few yards until she pulled into a driveway and turned around, driving up to Detroit, where they eventually caught up with the ice cream truck as it made a right. Moving along, Jane simply followed the truck, staying a few hundred feet behind it, the thing finally making a right into 87th Street, slowly making its way toward Lake Avenue, constantly stopping here and there as kids came running forth, wishing to get a treat.
” Man…”, bitched Trudy, “…these fucken kids take all day…and that noise…I can’t stand that damn thing.”
” We’re almost there…I know what you wanna do.”
Finally, the ice cream truck made a left into Lake and began moving toward the green bridge. After she let another car go by, Jane also made a left and eventually pulled up alongside the driver’s side of the truck as Trudy reached into her purse and finally pointed the gun at the man, yelling, “TURN OFF THAT FUCKEN NOISE!”
Terrified by the gun, the man reached for a switch and turned off the speaker, allowing Trudy to say, “After the bridge…pull into gravel road.”
Nodding his head, the man did what she told him to do, the ice cream truck finally going under the bridge and turning right, slowly moving into the secluded area next to the railroad dam.
” Stop.”, said Trudy when they were near the end of the dirt road.
” What do you want.”, asked the driver with his hands up.
The girls got out of the car and stepped into the truck, Trudy saying, ” To the back…move it.”
He got up and walked to the back area by all the ice cream.
” Got a problem with my tits?”, asked Trudy.
” No…no…it’s just about my job…that’s all.”
” Oh yea?”
” Yes ma’am.”
Trudy gave Jane the gun, saying, ” Hold this while I deal with this jerk.”
While the blond stood there with the Luger in her hand, Trudy stepped right up to the driver and raised her shirt, exposing her tits, saying, ” Now suck my right one…do it.”
” If you say so.”, answered the man, bending his knees until his face was level with her chest.
“He’s really sucking you…Trudy…look at him go.”, remarked Jane, watching the whole thing.
” Like a little baby…ha ha!”
After five minutes went by, Trudy stepped back, pulled her shirt down, and took the Luger away from Jane, aimed the pistol at the man, and fired, shooting him in the chest as he fell over backwards and died.
” Look at this.”, said Jane, staring at a metal box.
” Hey yea…how much is there?”
Jane reached into the cash box and grabbed all the money, saying, ” We got some extra cash…over two hundred fucken bucks.”
” Good…”, replied the dark-haired bitch as she returned the Luger to her purse and said, “…now let’s have some ice cream.”
Helping themselves, the two cunts each had a vanilla cone, eating and licking away at the stuff when Jane finally asked, ” What should we do with him and the truck?”
Looking down at the dead body, Trudy said, “Nothing…just leave him here…they’ll find him today or tomorrow.”
” OK.”
Finished with the ice cream, the two girls got back in the car and drove off, headed home where Jane parked the thing before the pool as usual.
Inside the apartment, Trudy returned the gun to the drawer and said, ” So what did we say we wanna do for the rest of the afternoon.”
” I think the tracks…walk along the tracks a little…right?”
” Sure.”
They went back to the kitchen and snorted a little more coke, had a drink, and then locked up the back door, Trudy also securing the transistor radio to her belt. After they fired up fresh cigarettes and went out to the livingroom, the two girls walked down the front steps and strolled toward Lake Avenue, where they crossed the street and made a right, walking up to 83rd, Jane saying, ” I wonder what it’s like now on Baker?”
” Let’s see.”
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy made a left into 83rd and strolled the short distance down to Baker, looking at the house on the corner as they went.
” There’s yellow tape on the front porch.”, said Jane.
” Guess the pigs made an ID.”
” I don’t see any tape on the place we lived.”
” Looks like its still empty…well…who cares.”
From the radio came ” I Get Around” from the Beach Boys as the girls strolled east on Baker, moving away from the old house, the girls walking along side the north end of the used car lot until they made a shortcut between two factories, finally crawling up the side of the dam up to the tracks, the two girls walking east now, toward the center of town.
” Hey…there…look at that.”, said Trudy, pointing ahead.”
” More yellow tape by the woods there.”
” That’s where we killed that one fuck head.”
” He deserved it…him and his fucken truck.”
After a “Hard Day’s Night” played forth, Jane turned around, saying, ” A train’s coming.”
Looking back as well, Trudy said, ” Doesn’t seem to be moving too fast…pretty slow.”
” Let’s hop it…you wanna.”
” All right…why not.”
They stepped over to the side and kept moving, after which the train eventually caught up with them, the locomotive slowly moving on by, the train going no faster than twenty miles and hour.
” There…that open box car.”, yelled Jane, as the train car moved past them, the blond running now like crazy, finally grabbing a handle next to the opening, pulling herself on board, screaming, ” C’MON TRUDY…YOU CAN MAKE IT…RUN…RUN!”
The brunette’s nice ass and tits bounced as she ran, until the girl finally took hold of Jane’s outstretched hand, and eventually made it into the box car, saying, ” Man…that was something…thought I’d fall for a second.”
” You’re safe now.”, replied the blond as she stood up and looked forth, saying, ” The lake looks real neat from here.”
Trudy stood up and stared forth, the two girls looking across the shoreway at Lake Erie, enjoying the view until their line of sight was obstructed by the trees and thick overgrowth.
Crawling along, the train headed east until they were almost by the Cuyahoga river and Trudy said, ” Let’s get off.”
Quickly, they hopped from the moving train and strolled along until the caboose passed them up and they were all alone again, walking on the gravel. Another ten minutes went by until the they found themselves at the edge of a large train yard, Jane saying, ” This must be the place where they load and unload all the coal and stuff…look see…there’s a big ship there and those cranes are unloading it.”
” They look like giant grasshopper legs…don’t they?”
” Yea…looks funny.”
As the machinery hummed away in the distance, Trudy turned her head and said, ” Look.”
” He’s just working on that train…the locomotive is just standing there.”
” The motor’s running and it’s on the track next to the woods there…all by itself…no train cars…and he’s alone.”
A dirty smile on Jane’s face, the blond said, ” OK…what do you got in mind?”
Turning around, Trudy looked back and forth until the bitch strolled over into the dense brush, returning with a huge three foot long tree branch, the thing about five inches thick, the girl saying, ” OK Jane…you go up to the guy…distract him…you know what I mean…then I’ll sneak up from behind…he won’t hear me…that train’s making a lot of noise.”
As the brunette stood there, hiding behind the fence next to the yard, Jane casually walked up to the guy, the man dressed like a train engineer, a wrench in his hand as he adjusted something near the front wheels.
” Hi…how you doing?”, said the blond, “Looks like you’re real busy.”
Surprised to see a girl standing there, the man nevertheless smiled and replied, ” It’s nothing really, just this one bolt.” After he fixed the small problem, he asked, ” What are you doing here?”
” I need some extra money.”, answered the nasty bitch, slowly raising her T-shirt, exposing her two firm and rounded breasts.
Confused, the man didn’t know what to say, he just stood there and stared at the girl’s tits while the other bitch quietly ran up behind the guy, finally striking him over the head as hard as she could. Dazed, he sank to his knees as Jane reached down to a tool box next to the locomotive, grabbing a hammer. Both girls went at it with full force, striking the man’s head over and over, beating him to death, bashing his head in until there was nothing left but a huge bloody mess!
Quickly, they dragged his body into the nearby woods and came back for the hammer, wrench, and tool box, throwing all three items into the woods as well. Back by the locomotive, Jane and Trudy crawled up the front side ladder of the “GP9 High Nose” and entered the cab, looking down at all the instruments.
” What is all this shit?”, said Jane.
” I don’t know…but here…this one looks like it’ll do something.”
Cautiously, the brunette took hold of the throttle and inched it up a little when suddenly the entire machine jerked forward, throwing the girls back a little.
Her eyes all wide and happy, Jane said, ” Well…let’s go.”
” You bet.”, answered the evil brunette as she pushed at the throttle a little more, the locomotive moving now, slowly approaching the yard’s edge where it switched over onto the mainline and headed west.
” We’re going back where we came from.”, said the blond.
Making the engine go even faster now, Trudy replied, ” I got a real cool idea…oh yea.”
” What?”
” You’ll see.”
The locomotive moved along at a modest thirty miles an hour as the song ” Ticket to Ride” came over the little transistor radio, the girls dancing around in the cab, looking out the front window as well, until Jane said, ” Hey…ain’t that the Lighthouse Inn…the towers.”
” Yep…we’re coming up to the Lake Avenue.”
Right before they crossed over the green bridge, Jane looked out the side window, saying, ” The ice cream truck’s still there.”
” Fuck the ice cream tuck.”, replied Trudy as the train finally went over the bridge, moving along the dam between Desmond and Viking Avenue.
After they were about fifteen hundred feet away from the bridge, Trudy took hold of the throttle and puled it back to its original position, the locomotive slowly coasting to a halt.
” What are you doing?”, asked Jane.
” Um…how do you make this thing go backwards.”
” I don’t know…what about that switch there…yea..its says forward and reverse.”
Trudy hit the switch and said,, ” Get off…now.”
Jane went out the door and crawled down the ladder until her boots hit the gravel, after which Trudy took hold of the throttle and pushed it all the way up as far as it would go, causing the engine to roar and the wheels to spin out, giving the brunette a few seconds to get off the train and join her friend, both girls standing there, watching the locomotive “take off”, moving back toward the center of town.
” There’s gonna be a big crash somewhere before it gets to downtown.”, remarked Trudy.
” Let’s go home…turn on the TV…see what happens.”, said Jane with excitement in her voice.
Wasting no time, the girls walked down the side of the dam and strolled along Desmond until they reached Lake, making a right, and going up to 85th, where they quickly made another right, crossed the street, and finally went back up to the apartment building. Inside the place, they each poured themselves a drink, fired up fresh cigarettes and turned on the TV, parking their asses into the sofa.
Some regular program came forth, causing Trudy to say, ” C’mon…c’mon…something’s gotta happen by now…c’mon…!”
It didn’t take much longer and suddenly they heard, ” We interrupt our regular programming with special news…a runaway train locomotive just crashed into the Cuyahoga River as it ran the light and smashed into the drawbridge right before a large boat went by…the bridge was only ten feet above ground level when the accident occurred…no one was hurt…, but the bridge suffered extensive damage…all train traffic through Cleveland is being routed around the city, causing delays and much confusion…!”
“HA HA HA… HA HA…!!!” , yelled both girls as they pointed at the TV, laughing up a storm, going on and on, “HA HA HA…HA HA…HA HA HA…!!”
Raising her ass from the couch, Trudy said, ” Too bad no one got killed”. The cunt strolled back to the kitchen and poured herself another drink, returning to the livingroom, saying, ” Man that was fucken cool…did you see that picture…the whole engine was smashed…half of it hanging down in the water.”
” We sure gave ‘em something to talk about.”
They returned their attention to the TV and heard, “…because of the accident, the river itself just caught fire…all the oil and pollution built up over the years just got ignited…fire fighters are at the scene now…working hard to put out the blaze.”
Thrusting herself forward, Trudy sprayed out a bunch of booze from her mouth as she laughed, screaming, ” HA HA…THE FUCKEN RIVER CAUGHT ON FIRE…THAT CAN ONLY HAPPEN HERE…IN CLEVELAND… HA HA!!”
” Man…that’s funny.”, said Jane, ” Another joke on Cleveland…we are “the mistake on the lake” .”
After she finished off her booze, Trudy got up again and said, ” I’m fucken hungry…what’s for dinner.”
” Um…we got some…hey wait a minute.”
” What?”
” Let’s celebrate what we did today…out in the bark yard…there’s a table there already…we’ll have a cookout…we got sausage and hot-dogs, mustard, buns…and whatever…and we still got that little grill with the four legs and screen on top…we’ll use that…I put it in the hall closet when we moved in…all we need is charcoal.”
“Hey yea…good idea…while you get things ready here…I’ll drive back up to Pick-N-Pay…get the charcoal…do we need lighter fluid?”
” Yea…I threw the old shit out when we moved.”
” OK…I’ll see you in a short while.”
” Great…can’t wait…a backyard barbecue…NEAT!”
All excited, the brunette fired up a fresh cigarette and left the apartment, going down the front steps, finally walking up to the old rusted Impala, parked her ass behind the wheel, and drove off toward Lake, where she made a right, drove up to Detroit, and then down 65th, making another right, eventually pulling into the lot. She got out of the car and strolled into the large store, walking down the aisle, the young lady taking up a bag of charcoal and a small can of lighter fluid. When she got to the checkout, she found an old man in front of her, placing his things down to the counter, the guy moving very slow, holding a cane as well.
Just standing there with the stuff in her hand, Trudy waited and waited, the old guy fumbling with everything, taking “forever” to open his wallet.
Under her breath, the brunette mumbled, ” Oh c’mon…you old fuck…why don’t you stay home…man…c’mon…!”
The old person slowly replaced his wallet and finally reached for his stuff, moving away from the counter now, going toward the main entrance.
Quickly, Trudy put her stuff down on the counter, paid the register girl, and left as well. However, when she got to the exit, the old guy was there, slowly walking through the double glass doors, taking his good old time, Trudy walking behind him with a very impatient expression on her face. Finally, the old man stepped outside and Trudy quickly squeezed herself around him, going back to her car, placing the charcoal and fluid on the front passenger seat, the bitch parking her ass behind the wheel. Right before the girl put the Impala into drive, she looked up and saw the old man still walking across the lot, headed over to the sidewalk, no one else around. A very dirty grin forming on her lips, the dark-haired bitch shifted into gear and slowly drove toward the old man, the guy walking along with his cane in one hand and the shopping bag in the other. As she passed right next to him, the girl reached out through the open window and took hold of his cane, pulling it away from him and driving off with it. She looked into the rearview mirror and watched him fall down to the ground, unable to get up, the girl laughing like crazy as she threw the cane out the window and drove on, driving back to the apartment.
Upstairs, Trudy dropped the two things on the kitchen table, saying, ” Some old fuck wouldn’t move in front of me by the register…so out in the lot…I drove past him and took away his cane…he fell over and I drove on…throwing the can out the window a second later.”
” Too bad I didn’t see that…must’ve been real funny.”
” It was…he just laid there…stretching his hand out…problem saying…HELP HELP!”
” Old people are such a pain in the ass…all they do is sit around all day…good for nothing.”
” Well…as you can see…I got the charcoal.”
” Oh good…here…give me a hand with everything.”
” Hey yea…Jane…you’re all right…you made a bowl of salad, popcorn, and we’re all set with the buns and stuff.”
Helping her friend, Trudy grabbed the charcoal and the bowl of salad while the blond took hold of the fluid, bread, and the popcorn, both girls walking down the back wooden steps.
Downstairs in the grassy yard, they put everything down on the table, when Trudy said, ” Good…you got the grill all set up.”
At a casual pace, the brunette reached for the charcoal, opened the bag, and poured over ten coals into the small metal grill, finally squirting some lighter fluid on top, using her cigarette to ignite the the stuff. Trudy laid the metal screen over the flame and went back upstairs, getting a few more things like the transistor radio and a bottle of whisky, taking two glasses with her as well.
Down by the table again, Trudy poured out a drink for both of them, fired up a fresh cigarette, and asked, ” How long does it take till the coals are ready?”
” Another ten or fifteen minutes…I guess.”
From the radio came ” Heart of Stone”, causing, Trudy to start singing with the lyrics, ” …she’ll never break…never break…this heart of stone…”
The girl got “into” the song, swinging her hips back and forth a little as she smoked her cigarette and drank the booze, reaching to the pop corn now and then, eating some of it, Jane doing the same, the girls waiting for the grill to get ready until they finally placed two sausages and two hot-dogs onto the thing, waiting again until the food cooks.
“Let’s try some more of that shit.”, said Jane.
” What shit?”
” Those fucken pills…you brought a whole bunch of bottles home yesterday…let’s try some more.”
” OK.”, answered Trudy as she went up the steps and came back down, holding a small bottle in her hand.
Trudy gave Jane two pills and took two herself. After three minutes went by, Jane yelled out, “UPPERS…YEA!”
” Let’s try some others.”, said Trudy as she ran back up to the kitchen and came down with another pill bottle, again removing two little round things, saying, ” These are yellow…why are some red and others yellow.”
” Who cares…just give me some.”
The brunette gave Jane two more pills, after which the blond quickly swallowed them and had another drink, both of them feeling the effect when suddenly a song they never heard before came over the radio, the music starting off slowly with a mysterious and rising crescendo, until eventually a lady’s voice took over with the lyrics, “One pill makes you larger…one pill makes you small…and the ones mother gives you…don’t do anything at all…”
” She’s singing about us.”, said Jane.
” Shhh…I wanna hear it…never heard a song like that before.”
They just stood there, absorbing the music, taking it in, the song speaking to them like no other, their minds transfixed by both the message and the tone.
When it was done and some other song came on, Jane said, ” That was real good…too good…that was everything we stand for.”
” What’s the name of it…we gotta get it on record.”
” They’ll probably say it before the next fucken commercial.”
” OK…look, food’s ready.”
Both girls went over to the grill and each cunt used her fork to pick up a sausage and place it on a bun, putting mustard on the food afterward, finally stuffing their faces, chewing away.
A few moments later, the DJ came on and read off the names of the songs he just played, followed by a commercial.”
” White Rabbit.”, said Jane, “That’s the only name we never heard before.”
” Cool…we’ll stop at the record shop tomorrow…see if he’s got it.”
” OK.”, replied the blond as she took a seat before the picnic table, eating her food and drinking more booze.
As they sat there, another song came forth, “Sink the Bismarck”, causing Trudy to say, ” We should sink that whore next door.”
” I know what you mean…but we can’t.”
” Of course…it’s just the idea.”
” You called her a whore?”
” Yea so?”
” We’re the whores…not her…we’re the ones doing prostitution and shit.”
” We ain’t fucken whores…you gonna start that again?”
” Yes we are…ha ha!”
” Whores get fucked…”, said Trudy, “…we don’t get fucked…we’re into domination…I told you that before.”
” It’s all the same…sex is sex.”
” No it ain’t…we’re about power…power and control.”
” It’s about sex…the guys who come to us get off…you know that.”
” Yea…but there’s no sex.”
” It’s sex…they’re turned on by our bodies…our looks…it wouldn’t work if we were stick figures or something.”
” It’s still different.”
” We’re whores…prostitutes.”
“Yea yea…all right…whatever.”, said Trudy as she finished off her sausage.
The dark-haired bitch fired up a fresh cigarette and poured herself another drink when she gazed toward the far end of the yard by the high fence and said, ” Hey look.”
” What?”
” There…on the grass…before the bushes…that bird.”
” I think its hurt…it can’t fly.”
Her cigarette in one hand and the whisky glass in the other, Trudy slowly approached the injured animal as Jane followed. When both girls stood in front of the poor creature, Trudy looked down at it, saying, ” It can’t fly away…it’s got a broken wing or something.”
” It’s looking up at you.”
” How do you think it sees me.”, asked the brunette, taking another puff.
” I don’t know…what do you mean?”
” I seem like a giant to that stupid bird…a being with total power…, right?”
” Yea…of course.”
” If it could talk, it would say, “Please goddess…help me…please””
” It just might.”
” That’s what I am…a goddess…I’ve got power over that stinken bird…, power!”
Standing right next to the bird, Trudy raised her right high heeled western boot, the evil cunt allowing it to hover over the creature, the girl saying, ” I decide if you live or die…you fucken animal.”
The bird just stared up at her, tilting its head to the side a little, until suddenly the bitch lowered her foot, stepping on it, deliberately pressing down at it, holding her boot over the animal’s head as she twisted her foot back and forth, crushing the life out of it. Finally, she moved her foot away as Jane said, ” You crushed its head…sick…you’re one mean bitch…you know that, Trudy?”
” That’s right…”, answered the brunette, “…that’s fucken right…I’ll crush anything I don’t like…that’s me.”
” But what did it do to you?”
” It was there…to be conquered and destroyed.”
” Even a little bird?”
” Fuck the birds…the birds are…well…for the birds…ha ha!”
” Only a real whore would do something like that.”
” You killed people yourself already.”
” Yea…but not a poor little bird.”
” It felt good…made me feel important…gave me a sense of power.”
” So you really feel good about crushing it?”
” Yea…and I’d do it again.”
” Whatever.”, said Jane as she returned to the table and fixed a hot-dog for herself, Trudy doing the same, the girls sitting there now, eating the meal together with some of the pop corn.
While they sat there, a news bullitin came over the radio, “…police just found the driver of an ice cream truck shot to death…the body and truck was found just off Lake Avenue on the West side…near the tracks.”
“HA HA HA…”, laughed the girls, “…did the cops eat any of the ice cream when they got there…HA HA HA…!!”
All excited again, the girls swallowed some more pills and danced around the yard until it was almost dark out, when suddenly Jane looked up at the back porch and yelled, ” Hey…there she is…the bitch…she’s looking out the window!”
” HEY CUNT…”, screamed Trudy, “…WHY DON’T YOU COME DOWN HERE…JOIN US…WE’RE HAVING A COOK OUT…WE GOT HOT-DOGS…YOU CAN HAVE ONE….TAKE IT BACK UPSTAIRS WITH YOU…USE IT TO FUCK YOURSELF…YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKEN BITCH!”
” YEA…COME DOWN AND JOIN US!”, said Jane as she jumped on top of the table, swinging her hips back and forth with the booze glass in her hand, the girl dancing around, mocking the other lady upstairs.
” FUCK YOU…CUNT…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…YOU FUCKEN BITCH…FUCK YOU!!”, yelled Trudy.
Repeating the same garbage, the blond joined in, screaming, ” YEA…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…CUNT…BITCH…WHORE…SLUT…WENCH…UM…AH…, BROAD…!!”
Since both girls were all intoxicated by now, they kept yelling away, doing it together, screaming up at the back porch toward the lady’s kitchen window, “FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU AND GO TO HELL…YEA…FUCK YOU…BITCH…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…!!”
The two drunken girls didn’t stop, they just kept yelling on and on, watching the lady finally move away from the window, after which Jane and Trudy eventually settled down a little, having more to drink, dancing around with the music, Jane still up on the table, singing, ” Time is on my side…yes it is…”
For the next fifteen minutes, Jane danced on the table and Trudy ran around in circles, holding the whole whisky bottle in one hand, and her cigarette in the other. Suddenly, a police officer came around the counter from the narrow walkway, the guy approaching the two girls as the lady upstairs was out on the back porch again, looking down at the yard.
” Get off the table.”, said the officer.
Seeing the cop, Jane yelled, ” FUCK YOU…PIG!”
” I said get off the table.”
Looking down at the cop, drunken Jane quickly turned around, reached for her belt, dropped her pants, and finally did a panty peel right before the guy, saying, ” HERE PIG…KISS MY ASS!”
“AND WHEN YOUR DONE WITH HER ASS…”, screamed Trudy, “…YOU CAN SUCK THESE.”
Trudy pulled up at her shirt and exposed her tits, her whole body going back and forth as drunken bitch struggled to keep her balance!
” I can arrest you both for this.”, said the cop, the man forcing himself not to laugh.
” But you won’t.”, said Trudy.
” Why not?”
” Because you got better things to do…like catch the asshole whose going around killing all those people.”
” We still gotta keep the peace.”
” All right…all right.”, said Jane as she pulled her pants up and Trudy lowered her shirt, “…we’ll take it easy…we were just having a little fun.”
” You’re both totally drunk.”
” It’s a backyard…that’s what backyards are for.”, replied the brunette.
Since it was dark now, the cop didn’t see the pill bottle on the table, he simply wrote down something, and said, “I want both of you to go inside and be quiet…I was here yesterday…if I gotta come back again…you’ll both be in jail… I mean it…the lady upstairs said you called her all kinds of dirty names.”
Looking up at the porch, Trudy was about to yell, ” THAT FU…”
” OK…we’ll go inside.”, said Jane, cutting Trudy short.
” Fine…and like I said…if I’m back here again…I won’t be alone…and you two’ll be arrested…is that clear?”
” Yea.”, said Jane, getting off the table.
The cop turned around and went up the back steps, finally approaching the other woman, the guy saying a few things to her, causing the lady to place her hand on her hip and shake her head, the cop finally leaving, going back down the steps, around the corner, and out to the curb where his car was parked.
Still standing up on the back porch, the lady said down to the girls, ” If you start more stuff…I’ll call the police again…and like he said…you’ll be in jail.”
” YOU CUNT…YOU…!”, said Trudy as she was about to throw the whisky bottle up at the woman.
However, Jane ran over and took hold of the brunette’s arm, saying with a loud whisper, ” Don’t…c’mon…you don’t want the cops to come back…what if they search our place…forget it…let’s clean off the table and go inside…OK!”
” OK…OK.”, mumbled the dark-haired girl, looking up at the porch now and then, watching the woman go back inside and close the door, a small amount of light coming from the lady’s kitchen window.
As they staggered around, the girls finally managed to get things cleared up, taking everything back upstairs, until they were both in the kitchen, putting stuff away, washing the dishes, and slowly getting everything back to normal. Eventually, they were both seated at the kitchen table, smoking cigarettes and snorting a little coke, when Trudy said, ” I hate that bitch…that fucken cunt…she’s getting on my fucken nerves…I wanna kill her.”
” We can’t…not after those two police reports…that would be stupid.”
Making a sigh, Trudy exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, ” If only we could…but so the pigs won’t connect us to it.”
” How?”
” I don’t know.”, answered the brunette as she raised her ass and ventured over to the refrigerator saying, ” I still feel a little hungry.”
” There’s a couple of hot-dogs left.”
” I see ‘em.”
The dark-haired girl reached into the refrigerator and removed one of the hot-dogs and then grabbed a bun and some mustard, returning to the table, slowly parking her nice ass. She put the hot-dog in the bun and was about to squirt some mustard on the thing when the bitch suddenly froze, looked down at the wiener, grabbed one end of it, and then wrapped her right hand around the thing, saying, ” This is how were gonna kill the bitch and get away with it.”
” I don’t get it.”
” With a hand job…we’re gonna kill her with a hand job.”
” How are we gonna kill a woman with a hand job…she ain’t got a dick.”
” No…but our “clients” do.”, replied Trudy with a wicked grin.
” I still don’t get it.”
” Look…all the guys who come to us whack off at the end of the “session”…, right?”
” Yea…they give themselves a hand job…most of ‘em…so?”
” Here’s what we’ll do…after he jacks off in a tissue, we’ll take it…pretend we’re carrying it back to the toilet and flushing it away…but I’ll stick it in one of the empty pill bottles here and put it in the fridge there…after that…we’ll follow the bitch somewhere…when no one’s around…we’ll hold her at gun point…beat her face a little, then shoot her…after that…we’ll smear some of the cum up her pussy…when the cops find the body…they’ll think some guy raped her and when they realize it’s the same kind of bullet used in the other killings, they’ll think its the same “man”…the same “rapist”…so how does that sound?”
” Um…yea…but there’s still that problem.”
” What problem?”
” That police report about us tonight and yesterday…won’t the cops still be suspicious…I mean…first there’s the report…then she’s found dead.”
” OK…then here’s what we’ll do.”
” What?”
” We’ll wait a week or two before we kill her…by that time the report should be filed away and they’ll forget about it…it’s just a noise report…they won’t connect it to her death or the other things.”
” But still.”
” Then we’ll do something else as well.”
” Now what?”
” Before we kill and “rape” her…we’ll do it to someone else first…find some other bitch we don’t even know…kill her…smear some sperm up her pussy…then let the cops find her…they won’t connect anything with us…then a few days later…kill the bitch next door…even if the cops come here and ask questions after they check out her apartment…they won’t think it has anything to do with us.”
” But what if the same cop comes to her place.”
” He won’t…it’ll be one of those detective guys with the suit and tie…and the noise report’ll be filed away someplace else…they won’t know…we’ll just be real quiet here for the next couple of days before we kill her.”
” That sounds like a good idea.”
” You see…we can kill her and get away with it.”
” All right…yea…why not.”
For the next few minutes, the girls just sat there, smoking a bunch of cigarettes and doing nothing much when suddenly the phone rang.
Getting up, the brunette went over and picked up the receiver, saying, ” Yea?”
” Hello…this is the landlord…the lady next to you called me again and said she had to call the police a second time because you two were all drunk in the yard.”
” Um…ah…actually we did get loud…but we’re sorry…real sorry…it won’t happen again…we won’t have any picnics in the backyard.”
” Well wait…that’s what backyards are for…I put that table there so the tenants can have a cookout now and then…I don’t care if you have a barbecue…and I’m getting kind of tired of her and all her complaints…I bet you weren’t even making any noise…I mean…I wasn’t there but I think I’ll stop by right now…it’s only a little past nine…I wanna get to the bottom of this…talk to all of you…OK?”
” Um well…it’s your house…you’re the landlord.”
” That’s right…so I’ll be over in about a half hour.”
” OK…no problem.”
After she hung up the phone, Trudy said with excitement, ” We might not even have to kill her.”
” Why?”
” That was Gustalla…he’s coming here right now…in thirty fucken minutes.”
” What for?”
” That bitch obviously called him…but it sounds like he’s more mad at her than us…he hates her because of all her complaining.”
” OK…let’s see what we can do.”
” Here…snort some more of that…then we’ll hide everything…put the pills and coke in that drawer there under the counter.”
After the two nasty girls snorted more cocaine, they put everything away and fired up fresh cigarettes, Jane making a pot of coffee, finally placing the pot on a tray together with four cups.”
” Four cups?”, asked Trudy.
” Yea…you, me, the DP, and the bitch when she comes over…we’ll talk here in our place.”
Making a sigh, Trudy said, ” Yea OK…too bad we can’t poison her cup…well…whatever.”
Jane took the stuff out to the livingroom. It didn’t take much longer and the front doorbell rang.
” Who is it?”, said Jane into the speaker.
” Landlord.”
” OK.”
The girl buzzed him in and a few seconds later they heard a knock on the door.
” Oh hi Mr. Gustalla…come in.”, said Trudy, a big smile on her face.
” Good evening ladies.”, replied the guy as he looked around and said, ” You made the place real nice…I like it.”
” Thanks…”, answered Jane, “…care for some coffee.”
” Sure…thanks.”
” Here…sit down.”, said the brunette.
After the man sat down on the sofa and fired up a cigarette, Jane and Trudy did the same, lighting up their own cigarettes, after which Jane sat down next to the landlord and Trudy got a chair from the kitchen, bringing it out to the livingroom where she finally sat down as well.
” What kind do you smoke?”, asked Mr. Gustalla.
” New Port.”, replied the brunette as she took a puff and then drank some coffee.
” Me too…they’re the best.”, replied the landlord, finally saying, ” OK…I wanna get to the bottom of this…so what happened.”
” Oh nothing really…”, said Jane, “…we were just having a barbecue and we got a little loud…had a couple of drinks…that’s all…then that lady next door looked down from the window…the next thing we know…a cop comes around…telling us to be quiet.”
” All right…I’m gonna talk to her…I’m getting sick of her crap…like I told you before…she always complains.”
Right before the man was about to get up, Trudy said, ” Oh no…stay where you are…have more coffee…I’ll go over and ask her to come here.”
” Um…OK…sure.”, answered the man, allowing the blond to refill his cup.
Raising her perfect ass from the chair, sexy good looking Trudy went to the livingroom door, opened it, and stepped out into the hall. She went over to the neighbor’s door and knocked. A moment later, the door opened and there stood the lady, saying, ” What do you want?”
” Mr. Gustalla’s here…over in my place…he wants to talk to you…all of us together…right now.”
A suspicious look on her face, the woman nevertheless ventured over and entered, hearing from the same brunette, ” You can sit there ma’am…in that chair…I’ll stand.”
Rubbing her eyes because of all the smoke, the lady sat down as the landlord said, ” Hi Beth…how are you?”
” OK…I’d be better if it wasn’t for all this smoke…I don’t smoke.”, replied the woman, indignation in her voice.
” Sorry.”, said Gustalla, killing his cigarette, the girls quickly doing the same.
Starting the conversation, the lady said, ” I called again because of the noise and their dirty mouths…they were horrible.”
” What did they say?”
” They were yelling all kinds of four letter words up at me…and when the police came, they…well…they exposed themselves to the officer…that blond girl even pulled down her pants.”
” I don’t believe that.”, said the Italian guy.
” Then read the police report…the officer wrote it down.”, responded the woman, a mean expression on her face now.
Shaking his head, Gustalla replied, ” To be honest…and don’t try to take this personally…but I’m getting tired of you.”
” What?”, exclaimed Beth.
” You’re always complaining…and I even had to go to court because of you last year when you wrote that letter to the city…saying I don’t fix things…you called me a slum lord…I never forgot that.”
” But they were leaking.”
” I told you I’d fix it…you didn’t give me a chance.”
” You took forever!”, replied the lady, her voice getting louder.
” And that other letter you wrote…telling the housing inspector I don’t clean up the trash around the building…I remember that too…I almost had to pay a fine.”
” You raised my rent last year….when I moved in you said the rent’ll stay the same forever!”
Eventually, Beth and Gustalla where yelling at each other, going on and on about things that happened before the two girls moved in, causing Jane and Trudy to smile at each other until suddenly Gustalla stood up and said, ” That’s it lady…you got three days…I want you out!”
” That’s not fair!”
” Yes it is…I’m tired of you.”
Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, the lady yelled, ” Fuck you…go back where you came from…you stinken DP.”
” Three days…if you’re not out…I’ll call the police on you!”
The woman gave him the “middle finger” and marched out, slamming the door behind her, after which Gustalla sat down again and Jane softly said, ” We’re sorry you had to go through all this, sir…please relax.”
” Oh I’m OK…no problem…I finally worked up the nerve to kick her out…I’ve been wanting to do that for almost a year now.”
” OK…”, said Trudy, “…have some more coffee.”
” Um…I’ll be going now…you two’ll be OK…right?”
” Don’t worry about us…we’ll be all right.”, said Jane.
“All right….try to have a nice evening.”
” We will.”
After the landlord left, the girls fell over on the sofa and started “cracking up”, laughing like two nut cases, when Trudy said, ” That was cool…fucken cool…”
” That bitch doesn’t know how lucky she is.”
” So we shouldn’t kill her?”
” No…forget it…like I was trying to say before…it’s too close…even if we set it up like a rape…the cops’ll be here asking questions…forget it….she’ll move…she might be a stuck up snob…be she ain’t gonna do anything…she’ll be gone. “
” OK…you’re right.”, answered Trudy as she got up and carried the chair back to the kitchen, saying, ” So what do you wanna do now?”
Following Trudy and looking at her watch, Jane said, ” It’s only ten…, let’s go up to Red Barn…get a shake…they should be open till eleven…after that…we’ll hang around the pool.”
” OK…yea…here…let’s take this with us…try it out.”, replied the dark-haired girl, walking up to the kitchen counter, and opening the one drawer holding the drugs, the girl also saying, ” This stuff here looks like another bottle of that Codeine shit.”
” We’ll mix it with an upper…got any more of those?”
Going through the drawer, Trudy finally said, ” Yea…this bottle should do…we’ll pop a few of these after we drink that stuff.”
” Let’s go.”
Trudy grabbed the little radio, secured it to her belt and then locked up the place, both girls finally walking out the front door. As they stared across the hall at the neighbor’s door, each girl simply presented her middle finger and strolled down the steps, going out onto the street, where they made a left and walked up the street toward Detroit.
” Let me have some right now.”, said Jane.
The dark-haired girl reached into her pocket and produced the codeine, after which Jane placed the bottle to her mouth and drank some, Trudy doing the same.
” Cool stuff.”, remarked the blond as she fired up a fresh cigarette.
” I know…makes you feel like your floating in never land.”
When they were half way up to Detroit, Jane slowly flapped her arms up and down as the song ” Happy Together” from the turtles came over the radio, the music making her feel “good” while the drug also had its effect, causing her to eventually stager back and forth, Trudy affected as well. The girls slowly worked their way up to Detroit where they finally reached the intersection and walked right into the traffic, causing a car to hit its brakes, the guy screaming, ” HEY BITCH…WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”
“FUCK YOU…KISS MY ASS!”, yelled Jane while the car started moving again, speeding away.
Standing in the middle of the street, Trudy screamed after the car, ” GO TO HELL…MOTHERFUCKER!”
Suddenly, a car behind her blew its horn, the driver yelling, ” GET OUTTA THE WAY!”
Trudy turned around and staggered toward the Mustang, kicking its bumper, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…ASSHOLE…MOTHERFUCKEN SON OF A BITCH!”
Quickly, the car moved away, both girls standing there, blocking all the traffic as other cars drove around them, blowing their horns, the drivers giving them dirty looks.
They eventually made it across the street, and went over to the fast food place. Inside the Red Barn, the girls staggered up to the counter as some register girl came forth and said, ” Can I help you?”
” Um…ah…”, replied Trudy, “…give me one of those.”
” Which one are you talking about.”, said the employee, watching Trudy point up at the menu.
” ONE OF THE THOSE FUCKEN THINGS!”, screamed the messed up girl.
At this point, some guy dressed in a white shirt and tie came over and said, ” What exactly to do wanna order…ma’am.”
” A fucken shake…I’ve been pointing at it all this time…this bitch here ain’t worth shit.”
” Vanilla or chocolate?”, asked the man.
” Vanilla…two of ‘em.”
The man stepped away as the other employee went to work, preparing a shake for each of the two intoxicated young ladies as Trudy stood there, saying, ” You stink bitch…they outta fire your ass…what the fuck do you think I was pointing at.”
Trying to ignore the brunette, the girl kept filling the two large cups as Trudy went on, ” I’m talking to you…you fucken whore…you damn bitch!”
When the cups were full, the girl turned around and handed the shakes to Jane and Trudy, saying, ” Fifty five cents.”
” With the fucken service here…I outta get it for free.”
Hearing the brunette’s foul mouth, the manager guy came back, saying, ” Please pay and then leave…OK?”
” FUCK YOU….JERK…KISS MY ASS!”, yelled Trudy, screaming away at the guy.
However, Jane quickly reached into her jean pocket, produced the money, placed it down to the counter, and took the brunette by the arm, saying, ” C’mon…let’s go before they call the pigs.”
Still screaming at the manager, Trudy said, ” KISS MY ASS AND SUCK MY TITS…MOTHERFUCKER!!”
” You should listen to your friend…”, said the guy, “…or I will call the police.”
As Jane “escorted” Trudy from the building, the brunette kept looking back at the counter, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…GO TO HELL…DROP DEAD!!”
Once they were outside again, the two girls staggered toward the back of the lot as Jane said, ” Give me one of those other pills…the upper…so I can walk straight again.”
” Sure.”, replied Trudy, reaching into her pocket, producing the amphetamine, giving a few pills to the blond, the brunette taking some herself.
It didn’t take long, and the pills took effect, causing the two girls to slurp away at their milkshakes and move along, crossing Detroit again, going back down West 85th Street, where they finally strolled across the grassy field up to the benches, the stimulant at full force now as they started yelling around and dancing to the radio, hearing ” Mother’s Little Helper” come over the speaker.
” That’s what we do.”, said Jane, swinging her hips back and forth, the shake in hand.
” Yea…but we don’t ask some fucken doctor for the pills…we get ‘em for free…ha, ha!”
” Those pills sure helped us…I don’t think I could’ve made it back without ‘em…now look at me…all alive!”
” But the coke’s still the best.”
” I know…I don’t think I could make it through the day anymore without that shit.”
After the two girls finished off their milkshakes, they turned around as Trudy said, ” Bet you can’t get it in the pool.”
” Let’s see.”, answered the blond, arching her arm back until she finally threw the empty cup, the thing flying over the fence, landing two feet short of the empty pool.
” You missed.”, said the brunette, “…now watch this.”
Like Jane, Trudy threw her empty paper cup over the fence, the thing landing inside the enclosed perimeter, Jane saying, ” You missed too…guess that’s how it goes.”
” Yea yea.”, replied Trudy, hopping off the bench and looking at the other end of the pool, the girl saying, ” Let’s go over there…by the office entrance…I wanna see something.”
Under the cover of darkness, the two girls ventured over to the north end of the structure and strolled up to a door as Jane said, ” It’s locked.”
” No shit…then we’ll just have to unlock it.”
” What are you doing?”
” What does it look like…I’m kicking the door…give me a hand.”
” You mean a leg?”
” Ha ha…c’mon…let’s bust it open.”
Like two jerks, the girls kicked and pushed away at the door, even moving a few feet back and running up against it, over and over until the door finally flew open, revealing the dark interior.
” What do you wanna do here?”, asked Jane.
” I wanna see something.”, replied the brunette, flicking her cigarette lighter, using the small flame to produce some light, enough for them to get around.
” It’s spooky in here.”, said the blond.
” There…that door…that’s where I wanna go.”
They entered a smaller room having all kinds of pips and gauges in it. Walking up to a large valve, Trudy took hold of the thing and began turning it until Jane finally said, ” I hear something.”
After they each fired up a fresh cigarette, the girls strolled to a third door leading out to the swimming area, seeing a bunch of water pour forth from a rectangular opening at the other side of the large concrete pool.
” I don’t see an overflow.”, said Jane.
” That’s the whole idea.”
” Where’s the water gonna go once the pool’s full.”
Turing toward the fence, the dark-haired girl said, ” There…it’ll run over into the field and out in the fucken street…we’ll see it in about an hour…let’s go home…sit on the front porch.”
” OK…can’t wait…that’ll be cool.”
At a casual pace, the girls went back into the small structure and came out where they entered, slowly walking across the grass until they reached the side walk, where they returned to the apartment building and went up the front steps. Inside the suite, Jane strolled back into her room and emerged holding something in her hand.
” What’s that?”, asked Trudy.
” A small fold out table…I found in the other place when we moved…we can set it up on the porch.”
” Hey…yea…good…go out front…I’ll be there in a second.”
” OK.”
As Jane ventured out to the front porch, placing the table before the old sofa, Trudy finally joined her with the candle in hand and a bottle of whisky in the other, saying, ” Get some glasses and shit…you know.”
” Be right back.”, replied the blond as Trudy placed the candle and the bottle down on the table, finally parking her ass in the couch.
It didn’t take long and Jane returned, holding the two glasses, the small bag of cocaine, and a bottle of downers stolen from the drugstore.
” How romantic…”, said the blond as she poured out some booze, “…candle light…nice.”
” Thought it would go with the night…you know.”
” Yea.”, answered Jane, parking her ass now, firing up a cigarette, Trudy doing the same.
As they sat there, the girls snorted some coke and took more pills, combining the effect, the booze adding its final touch while they slouched back, looking up at the night sky.
” So which one is that?”, asked Jane, pointing at the stars.
” Um…ah…how the fuck should I know…stars are stars to me.”
” Hmmm…”, said Jane, “…let me see something.”
Using some effort, the blond bitch slowly raised her nice ass from the sofa, going into the apartment afterward, strolling up to the bookcase where they had all the records, squatting down before the last self, running her fingers across an old encyclopedia set until she found what she was looking fore, going back out onto the porch.
” What’s that?”, asked Trudy, puffing away at her cigarette and drinking more booze.
” The encyclopedia…the letter A…A for astronomy.”
” So you wanna see what’s up there.”
” Yea.”
After Jane found the topic, she looked at star cart showing the constellations, the girl finally going up to the railing, holding the book before her face and looking up to the sky as well, saying, ” Um…that one there must be Virgo…and there must be Centauras.”
Still in the sofa, Trudy gaze back at the sky and said, ” So you’re gonna be an expert.”
” Just curious…but it would be cool to an astronomer…I used to look at the stars when I was a little girl.”
Trudy arched her head back and laughed, saying, ” Ha…you…an astronomer…you’re too stupid…and besides…they don’t have women astronomers.”
” Yea they do.”
” No they don’t…women don’t do that kind of shit.”
” Then what’s this.”, said Jane, looking down at the book, saying, ” Here’s a list of famous astronomers and one of ‘em is a woman.”
” Let me see.”
Jane showed Trudy the article, after which the brunette said, ” So you got only one…she probably slept her way into that fucken encyclopedia…you know how that goes.”
” I don’t think so.”
” Hey…who fucken cares…what difference does it make to us.”
” It’s just the idea…just think if our lives were different.”
” We were born on the wrong side of those tracks…and that’s all that’s to it.”
” You think that’s what it is.”
” Of course…what else is new.”
Making a sigh, Jane went back inside. She put back the encyclopedia and returned to the porch, over to the railing, the girl saying with sarcasm in her voice, ” That’s funny…it ain’t raining but there’s a whole bunch of water running down the street.”
A big smile on her face, Trudy raised her ass and stood next to the blond, both girls watching a stream of water flow next to the curb, working its way toward a sewer where 85th meets Lake.
” HA HA HA…”, roared the brunette, “…that’s cool…look at that…what a way to go!”
Looking up toward Detroit, Jane said, ” Here come the pigs.”
As the girls just stood there, two police cars quickly drove down 85th and came to a halt before the grassy field, the guys getting out and walking over to the pool, causing Trudy to say, ” Guess they’re gonna get their feet wet.”
” How long’s it gonna take for the field to dry.”
” It’ll be dry in a day or two…they’re gonna turn off the water now… put a new lock on the door…then it’ll be all back to normal.”
” That was really funny…”, said Jane, “…so what do you wanna do now?”
” What’s on TV?”
” I’ll take a look.”
Jane went inside and came back with the TV guide, the girl going over to the candle, using it for light, until she said, ” Um…”The Fall of the Roman Empire”…staring Sophia Loren.”
” OK…let’s watch that…sounds like one of those longs movies.”
” It is…over three hours…starts in eight minutes.”
” No problem…we got some pop corn left…let’s clear things up out here and then go inside.”
Wasting no time, the girls cleaned up the porch, taking everything back inside to the kitchen except for the table. Trudy entered the livingroom with the bowl of pop corn, placing it down to the table, both girls having a cup of coffee afterward, finally turning on the TV, and parking their assess to the liviroom sofa. With all the lights out and a light breeze coming through the screen door, Jane and Trudy fired up fresh cigarettes and stared at the picture tube.
” Some people say Solfia Loren’s the most beautiful woman in the world.”, remarked Jane.
” HA…I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”
” When she’s got her hairs raised up high…you two look alike.
” I’m better looking.”
” Then what are you doing here…call the studio and make some money…, big money.”
” Um…well you see…it’s more than that…it’s about acting and shit.”
” So you don’t think you can act.”
” Who knows…let’s just watch this.”
” OK.”
An hour into the film, Trudy said, ” That guy’s an asshole.”
” Who?”
” That Livius guy…why doesn’t he take control…she likes him…the old man wants him to take over…but he refuses…what a jerk.”
” He’s the good guy.”
” He’s a fool…doesn’t he know might makes right…it’s all about power…he should fucken kill his way to the top…that’s what the other guy…that Comodus…is gonna do.”
Shaking her head, Trudy reached forth for some pop corn when Jane said, ” Hey look…it’s that same guy we saw last night…he played Dr. Zhivago.”
” I think his name’s Omar Shar…I don’t know…his last name starts with an S.”
” He’s good…I saw him in some other movies I can’t remember.”
The movie played on and on until the ending where the plot moved from the countryside to Rome itself, causing Trudy to say, ” They’re all getting wasted…the whole town’s having a big party…wish we were there now…that be fun.”
” Wonder what they’re on?”
” Whatever it is…it’s making ‘em all feel good…all they need is a big stage and they’d be all set.”
” Look at that one bitch…she’s really getting into it…she could join us up at the pool some time.”
” She looks like you.”
” Yea…she does.”, replied Jane, also reaching for some pop corn.
When the movie was done, Jane turned off the TV and the girls went back to the kitchen where Trudy asked, ” What time is it anyway?”
” Past two.”
” OK.”
Trudy lit the candle again and they turned off the lights, parking their butts to the kitchen chairs, allowing the night to “fill” the room.
While the sat there smoking their cigarettes, Trudy suddenly turned toward the screen door and said, ” Hear that?”
Straining her ears, Jane replied, ” No…don’t hear shit.”
” It’s off in the distance…across the field…hear that fucken dog?”
” Oh yea…now I hear it…it’s barking…but that’s far away…probably on 83rd.”
” Yea but it irritates me…messes up the night…you know what I mean.”
” It wasn’t barking last night.”
” But it’s barking now…makes me fucken sick.”
Raising their butts, the two girls ventured out to the back porch and stared across the huge lonely field, the moon shining down from above.
Jane pointed toward the south east end of the field and said, ” It’s coming from way over there…that’s far away.”
” It still bugs me.”, replied Trudy as she went inside and ventured out to the livingroom, coming back with the Luger.
” You can’t hit it from here.”, said Jane.
” I know…we’re gonna go there and kill it…I HATE DOGS!”
” But what if the cops are still by the pool?”
” They’re gone by now…but just to play it safe…we’ll go around the other way…down to Lake…then back up through the school yard here.”
” Um…OK…if you say so.”
After Trudy put the gun into her purse, the girls snorted more coke and then quietly left, going down the back steps. When they got out on the front side walk, they turned right and strolled down to Lake, where they made another right and walked the short distance leading up to the school. Slowly, they went up the driveway leading to the rear playground, after which they kept going, hugging the school’s east side fence, finally walking along the grassy field’s edge until they approached the place where the dog was barking.
” What if the owner sees us?”, whispered Jane.
Looking through the brush on the other side of the high fence, Trudy said, ” Don’t worry…they can’t see us…the dog doesn’t even notice us…look at it…it’s barking up at that tree…stupid animal.”
Trudy reached into her purse and removed the pistol, finally taking aim. She pulled back at the trigger and hit the dog right in the head, the animal quietly falling over as the night’s tranquillity poured forth again.
After Trudy returned the gun to her purse, the girls quickly turned around and strolled back toward Lake Avenue.
” I love that silencer…”, said the brunette, “…it’s perfect…no one can hear it.”
When they were back on Lake Avenue, Jane said, ” I love the night…look at the street…no one around…so quiet…no cars…nothing…just the moon and the gentle breeze.”
” Let’s take a walk…up the street.”
” OK.”
The two girls strolled east, moving toward the Detroit intersection, seeing the huge traffic light in the distance, the thing set on red, flashing on and off. When they got near West 76th Street, Trudy said, ” We could use some extra change…quarters and shit.”
” The pop machine in the Laundromat probably has a whole bunch of change in it.”
” That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
When they stood before the Laundromat, Jane and Trudy approached the door as the brunette reached into her purse and produced the Luger, shooting at the lock, busting the whole thing, allowing them to push at the door and enter. Inside the lonely place, Trudy strolled up to the pop machine and again put the gun to use, shooting at the machine’s main lock, after which the brunette pulled at the front of the thing and opened it, revealing the change box together with a whole bunch of Sprite.
” Here Jane…have a pop.”, said Trudy, tossing a can over to her friend, the dark-haired girl finally reaching for the small metal container holding a bunch of quarters, emptying it into her purse.
After she grabbed a can for herself, the bitch stepped back and finally shoot up the machine, causing pop to spray forth from all the cans, making a real mess all over the floor.
Laughing herself sick, Trudy returned the gun to her purse, opened the can, took a drink, and went over to her friend who asked, ” Which one did you piss in?”
” That one over there.”
” You think she ever found out.”
” I don’t think so…unless her clothes stank when she got back home…, I don’t know.”
” So what do you wanna do now?”
” Let’s go down to the park.”
” Yea…OK…bet the park looks real nice in the middle of the night…it’s almost three.”
At a casual pace, they left the building, turned the corner, and quietly walked down 76th street, strolling through the dark, each girl holding her pop can in one hand and a cigarette in the other, walking and walking until they reached the end of the road, going into the dark and Erie tunnel, finally entering the second tunnel under the highway. In no time, the girls were in the park, moving toward the beach, no one else around, Jane and Trudy having the whole place to themselves. Once they reached the water, Trudy threw her empty can to the side and said, ” Look how the moon reflects off the water.”
” It’s like we’re in another world.”, replied Jane, “So peaceful…like some mysterious land of infinite wonder.”
A second later, Trudy sank to her knees and started digging a hole with her hands.
” What are you doing?”, asked Jane.
” I’m gonna bury my purse…just to make sure…I don’t see anyone around…but you never know.”
” Why?”
After she placed the purse in the hole and covered it with sand, making it look as if nothing was ever there, Trudy stood up, bent her right knee, and reached for her boot, pulling it off, followed by the other one. She pulled off her shirt and finished undressing herself, saying, ” C’mon Jane…the water’s inviting…let’s go for a swim.”
Doing the same, the blond also took off all her clothes until the two naked girls stepped into the calm water and moved forth, the water getting deeper and deeper until they were both swimming around, splashing each other, and having a real great time.
With only her head above the surface, Jane looked up toward the night sky and said, ” Look at that…all those stars…the view’s better here than at home.”
Arching her head back as well, Trudy replied, ” You’re right…too bad you didn’t bring the encyclopedia with you…we could learn some more.”
” Very funny…but seriously…it’s beautiful.”
” Hey look…a shooting star.”
” Yea…I saw it too…and look…toward downtown…the skyline…all the buildings.”
” Just like when we were out on the boat.”
Turing around, Jane pointed out at the lake, saying, ” And there’s that thing…that water station we were at…it’s light is still blinking on and off.”
” I wonder if they ever found out we were there.”
” I wish I could just swim out there and see.”
” That would be cool…just keep swimming forever and ever.”
” Swim away from the world.”
” Well…let’s go back on land.”
” Wait a second.”
” What?”
” I’m taking a piss…peeing in the water.”
” Yea…I gotta go too.”
In the black of night, the two girls pissed away, relieving themselves in the lake until they finally swam back to shore, walking toward their clothes, where they reached into their pants pockets and each girl produced a cigarette, lighting it up, just standing there now, letting themselves dry, walking back and forth now and then, looking out at the lake, enjoying the night. After they were all dry, they put their clothes back on and Trudy retrieved her purse, wiping the sand off, the two girls finally walking away from the beach, going up to the west end of the park where they strolled under the Clifton tunnel and emerged on the other side, eventually walking past the Lighthouse INN.
” There’s your favorite place.”, said Jane.
” Yea…and that reminds me.”
Walking up to the edge of the dam, Trudy found a rock and went over to that same window, throwing the rock through the glass. However, to her utter surprise, a bell started ringing.
” SHIT!”, screamed Jane, ” THEY GOT AN ALARM NOW!”
” LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”
The girls ran like crazy under the bridge, but when they came out on the other side, they heard a siren off in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer!
” HERE…OVER HERE!”, yelled Trudy, diving into a wooded area at the side of the bridge by Desmond Avenue, the girls going down to their hands and knees, finally laying on their stomachs, staying as low as possible.
Less than a minute later, they saw two police cars going under the bridge in the opposite direction, coming to a halt before the restaurant.
” What if they find us?”, whispered Jane.
” Don’t worry…just lay tight.”
For the next half hour, the girls didn’t move. Eventually, through the brush, they saw a police car drive by with two cops inside, one of the guys shining a light at the dam as the cruiser turned into Desmond, the car moving on nevertheless, going up the street.
” NOW”, said Trudy, ” LET’S GO!”
Like two bats out of hell, the girls got up and darted forth, running across Desmond, past the corner store and up Lake toward West 85th. However, as they approached the intersection, they saw a light reflected from the stop sign, casing both girls to run into a driveway and take cover beside a house, watching from around the corner as a police car came down from 85th, making a left into Lake, back toward the bridge.
” LET’S GO!”, said Trudy a second time as the girls ran forth, finally reaching the intersection, where they turned right and raced up to their place, going up the back steps until they were finally in the kitchen, closing the door behind them.
” That was close…too close.”, said Jane, catching her breath.
” I know…sorry…I didn’t know they put a fucken alarm there now.”
” Well of course they would…you threw a rock through the window a few times before …I’m sure they’re getting tired of it.”
” Bastards…that’s all they can do…install alarms…they must have a lot of money.”
” Just don’t do that again.”
” I won’t…and don’t worry…we’ll be OK.”
” I hope so.”
More relaxed now, Jane went out to the livingroom and stepped out onto the front porch, looking down the street, seeing another police car, the cops shining a light at all the houses as they went, searching the neighborhood.
Joining her friend, Trudy said, ” Like I just told you…don’t worry…we’ll be OK.” Seeing the cruiser move on by, Trudy added, ” They’ll drive around for a while…when they don’t find anyone…they’ll stop.”
” Looks like they’re getting into it.”
” That’s because of all the other things we did…like the library and shit…they might even know about the Laundromat by now….I guess they’re seeing a connection.”
” You think they’re connecting the killings with the pranks and stuff.”
” I don’t know…but I think we’ll be OK…and always remember…, we’re girls…they’re not looking for girls…we got that in our favor.”
” OK…I’m getting tired…let’s go to sleep.”
” Me too.”
They took a bath and finally turned in, sleeping off the drugs and booze.
Chapter 9
Stretched out on the mattress, Trudy just laid there, feeling all sore, her body hurting all over, the girl having a hangover from last night. The brunette opened her eyes and rolled over, looking at the clock on her nightstand, seeing ten forty four in the morning. Making a deep sigh, the bitch eventually pulled herself up and got off the bed, staggering out of the room, dressed only in her pajamas. She went into the bathroom and took a piss, washing her hands afterward. Still feeling exhausted, Trudy ventured into the kitchen, where she snorted some cocaine which pumped energy into her system, causing the young lady to turn on the radio and brew a pot of coffee, the song “Wooden Heart” from Joe Dowell coming on over the speaker. When the coffee was ready, Trudy poured out a cup, drank it, and poured another, going with it into Jane’s room, where the dark-haired girl knelt beside the bed, shook the blond, and said, ” Wake up…here’s some coffee…the other stuff’s in the kitchen.”
After she opened her eyes, Jane reached for the black brew and quickly drank it all down, the caffeine giving her all little energy, after which the girl got up, held her head, and asked, ” What fucken time is it anyway?”
” It’s almost eleven.”
Jane followed Trudy out to the kitchen where the blond had her morning “fix”. All ready to face another day, the blond went back to her room and got dressed, going into her same old style of clothes, the blue jeans, a dark T-shirt, and her boots, finally raising her mane to the top of her head, Trudy doing the same thing in her own room. They both entered the kitchen again as Trudy said, ” I’ll make lunch and breakfast all in one.”
” Yea…good idea.”
After the blond fired up a fresh cigarette, she had another cup of coffee and slowly strolled out to the livingroom, going out on front porch to catch some fresh air, when the girl looked down at the street and saw a moving truck parked up against the curb, two guys carrying a sofa into the thing, the guys coming from the building’s main entrance. Quickly, Jane went back into her apartentment and ventured over to the front door, placing her ear to, hearing the same two guys come back up the steps. Nodding her head with a big smile, the girl returned to the kitchen, saying, ” Guess what?”
” What?”
” There’s a moving truck out front…looks like she’s leaving today…that was fast…he gave her three days.”
” Good…the sooner the fucken better…I hate that damn bitch…what a cunt.”
” I wonder where she’s moving too.”
” Who cares…hopefully down to hell…that’s where she belongs.”
” You got that right.”
A few minutes later, the two girls sat down and ate, eating some bacon and eggs, having some pop with it as well. When they were done, Jane washed the dishes and eventually joined her friend out in the livingroom, the two girls watching the twelve O’clock news.
“…the body of another man was found on Cleveland’s west side again…by the rail road tracks near 80th street…”
” That’s probably the asshole with the fucken dog.”, said Jane.
“He deserved it…him and his fucken animal.”
The news guy went on, “…a person on West 83rd street told police that someone shot his dog in the middle of the night…the police believe the bullet is from the same gun used to kill some of the other murdered people found earlier…”
“That’s right…”, said Trudy to the TV, “…it was the same gun…and we’re gonna do it again…kill more people…you can count on that…ha ha!”
For the next few minutes, the guy on the TV talked about the killings when eventually he said, “…and now for some other news…if you like rock music…then come to Edgewater Park Tonight at five…a few good imitation groups’ll be there…playing all kinds of popular tunes and even recordings from the Turtles, Stones, and even the Beatles…we take you there live with Paul…”
“They’re getting everything ready now…right behind me…”, said the other news man, live at the park, “…like you said…at five the concert will begin…the stage behind me is right by the water in the park’s lower east section…by the parking lot…”
” Hey…look at that…”, said Jane, pointing at the TV, “…a concert tonight…let’s go…we’ll get smashed.”
” Can’t wait…”, replied Trudy, “….we’ll even pass out free pills and stuff…we still got a ton left…we’ll get every one stoned too…have a real good time!”
” I wonder what band it is.”
” The news guy said they’re an imitation band…more than one…so I don’t know…and who cares…as long as we hear some cool tunes and have good time.”
” Speaking of tunes…didn’t we say yesterday that we’re gonna go up to the record shop and see about that “White Rabbit” song?”
” We’ll go when the news is over.”
” OK.”
They spent the next few minutes watching the rest of the news when they finally turned off the TV and the girls ventured out to the front porch, the brunette saying, ” Hey look…they’re just about done.”
It didn’t take long and the moving truck pulled away from the curb, the lady next door leaving her apartment for the last time, going down to her car, starting the engine, and following the truck, never to come back.
” I’m glad to see her go.”, mumbled Trudy.
” That’s right…”, said Jane, “…she’s gone…now we got some fucken peace here.”
Right before the girls were about to turn around and go back inside, Trudy said, ” Look…over there.”
” What are you talking about?”
” That old guy a few house down across the street…sitting on his front porch.”
” So…what about him.”
” I think I can make out his address from here…its 1735.”
” Yea so?”
” Let’s play a funny joke on him…the just for the hell of it.”
” OK.”, answered Jane as both girls went back inside, returning to the kitchen, where Trudy took up the phone book said, ” Here…here’s a whole bunch of Taxi service places…let’s call all nine of ‘em…send ‘em to his address.”
A big smile on the blond’s face, the bitch said, ” Yea…cool…go ahead.”
Trudy took up the phone and dialed the first cab company, hearing some guy say, “Hello…West Side Taxi…what can I do for you?”
” I need a cab at 1735 West 85th Street.”
” OK…and where are you headed, ma’am?”
” Um…up to the Pick-N-Pay on West 65th…you know where that is?”
” Yes ma’am…and your name is?”
” Jennifer Parker.”
” OK…ma’am…we’ll have a cab there in about fifteen to thirty minutes is that fine?”
” Yea…no problem…thanks.”
” Have a nice day.”
Quickly, the dark-haired bitch hung up the phone and picked it up again, calling the other eight taxi service places listed in the phone book, asking them all to go to the same address.
Less than ten minutes later, when Trudy was finished calling all the cab companies, she went over to the refrigerator and grabbed the whisky bottle while Jane got two glasses. They went out to the front porch, placed the bottle down on the small table Jane set up yesterday, and sat down, pouring themselves a drink, firing up fresh cigarettes as well, just sitting there staring down the street at the other place, the old man still in his chair.
Sure enough, after another ten minutes went by and the girls were drinking their second round, a cab pulled up before the old person’s house. Watching from a distance, the girls saw the driver stick his head out and say something, causing the old guy to slowly get up and walk down the front steps over to the taxi. A few words were exchanged and the old man shrugged his shoulders, finally going back up to his seat as the taxi drove off.
” Ha ha…that was funny…look at him…sitting down again.”, said Jane, her ass parked to the old sofa, the glass in one hand and her cigarette in the other.
About four or five minutes later, another taxi came to a halt before the home, again causing the old man to get up and go down the steps, talking to the driver with a confused expression on his face.
Up on the porch, the two bitches were laughing it up, Trudy even spilling some of the booze from her mouth, the stuff running down the side of her neck onto her shirt.
” That old guy’s real funny…you can tell he’s trying to figure out what’s going on…look at his face…even from here you can tell he’s “chewing” on it!”, said the brunette.
Again, a taxi pulled up before the house, the same thing happening all over.
“HA HA HA”, roared the girls, each bitch on her third glass.
“THAT OLD FUCK’S GETTING HIS EXERCISE TODAY…THAT’S FOR SURE!”, remarked Jane before she poured herself some more booze and fired up another cigarette.
At this point, the old person went inside and shut the door. However, a few minutes later, the fourth taxi pulled up before his house and started blowing the horn. No one answered. As a result, the driver got out of the car and went up to the front door. Finally, the old guy answered and said something, causing the driver to around and leave.
This went on four more times. After the last taxi came and drove away, the two girls were down on their hands and knees, “cracking up”, laughing like crazy, pounding their fists to the floor, even rolling over on their backs and kicking their feet all over the place, getting a real “charge” out of the simple prank played on a quiet senior citizen who did nothing but mind his own business. When they were done laughing, Jane and Trudy ventured into the apartment and went back to the kitchen where Trudy said, ” I got another idea…here…let me see that fucken phone book.”
She went through the pages and found a drug store, dialing the number. Some guy answered with, ” Leader Drug…can I help you?”
” Do you sell Prince Albert in a Can.”
” Um…no…and if we did…I still wouldn’t let him out.”, replied the man in a mocking tone of voice.
“FUCK YOU…”, screamed Trudy, “…FUCK YOU…YOU BASTARD!”
” Hey lady…that joke’s old…try something better.”
“YEA…I’LL TRY SOMETHING BETTER…I WILL…YOU MOTHER FUCKER!”
After the brunette slammed down the receiver, Jane said, ” What’s wrong…you look real mad…what’d he say?”
” That bastard pulled one over me…he knew I was gonna play a joke on him…he made fun of me…ME…ME…MEEEEE…NO ONE MAKES FUN OF ME!!”
” So what are you gonna do about it?”
Looking down at the same phone book, Trudy said, ” That was the same drug store I hit the other day…looks like they got a new manager already.”
” You gonna kill him too.”
” You bet…right now.”
” Let’s stop at the record shop first.”
” Yea…no problem…but this guy’s gonna get his.”
Still all pissed off, Trudy snorted some more coke, popped a pill, and finally grabbed her purse, going out to the livingroom, where she retrieved the gun from the drawer, put it in her purse, and went over to the front door, Jane still in the kitchen having her second round of the white powder, hearing, ” Jane…hurry up!”
” I’m coming…I’m coming.”
Finally the two girls went down to the Impala with Jane behind the wheel. She started the car and turned around in a driveway, going up to Detroit where the girl made a left and drove east until she parked the car alongside the curb, the two bitches getting out and walking across the street into a small shop next to the Waltz Branch Library, where they entered the place and browsed around until Jane finally said, ” Here…this should be it.”
Trudy took the album, looked at it, and said, ” Hmmm…Jefferson Airplane…wonder why I never heard of them before…and yea…there’s the song we’re talking about…”White Rabbit”…OK…let’s buy it and go…I wanna take care of that mother fucker.”
After they went up to the front counter, Jane bought the record and the girls left, going back to the car, getting in. When Jane pulled away from the curb, Trudy said, ” Pull in the back lot…wait for me…keep the engine running…I’ll make this as fast as possible.”
” OK.”
Jane drove up to 65th Street, made a right, and finally drove up to Lorain Avenue where the girl slowly pulled into the lot behind the drug store.
” I’ll be right back.”, said the brunette as she stepped out of the car, strolling over to the rear entrance, going into the place.
Inside, Trudy saw two customers, a new pharmacist, a new manger up front, and a new register girl. Like nothing, the angry cunt strolled up to the curtasy desk and said, ” Are you the guy who just received a phone call today a short while back about Prince Albert in a can…someone trying to make a joke.”
” Yes…it was a woman…was that you?”
” YOU’RE DAMN FUCKEN RIGHT IT WAS ME…”, replied the young lady, reaching into her purse, producing the Luger, saying, ” …YOU WANT SOMETHING BETTER…WELL HERE…EAT THIS…MOTHERFUCKER!”
She pumped three rounds into his chest killing the guy right in front of everyone, screaming, “FUCK YOU…MOTHERFUCKER…FUCKYOU…FUCK YOU…!!!”
The man’s body flew back against the wall, while the register girl screamed out and tried to duck behind the counter with no success as Trudy shot at her too, killing her in a second, after which the evil woman quickly turned around and shot at the two customers, ending their lives as well. As fast as she could, Trudy went down the Aisle back to the pharmacy, and yelled at the man, pointing the gun at him, “UPPERS AND DOWNERS…ANY SHIT YOU GOT…NOW…ON THE COUNTER!!”
Terrified, the pharmastist turned around and grabbed as many pill bottles as he could hold, finally placing them to the counter and backing off. She took aim, pulled back at the trigger, and killed the man, shoving all the pills and drugs into her purse afterward. With the gun back in her purse as well, Trudy ran for the door, stepped outside, and raced toward the Impala, quickly getting in, saying, ” LET’S GO…LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”
Jane put the car into gear and drove off, making a right into Lorain where she drove down to West 85th and made another right, driving all the way back down toward Detroit, going through the intersection, and finally parking the car before the pool.
” Did you give him a piece of your mind?”, asked the blond after she killed the engine and fired up a fresh cigarette, the girl laughing a little.
” I gave him a piece of my mind and then some…I also got more pills for us and for the concert…we’ll have a real ball tonight.”
” Cool.”, answered Jane, both girls getting out of the car.
” Look at that…’, said Trudy, “…the grass is already dry.”
” That went fast.”, replied the blond, both girls stepping into the field, walking up to the pool.
Stepping up to the benches, the girls approached the fence and looked inside, Trudy saying, ” It’s empty…they must’ve drained it this morning or something.”
” How much water does that thing hold.”
” I don’t know…a few hundred thousand gallons…I really don’t fucken know.”
” You wanna fill it up again?”
” Well…let’s see.”, replied Trudy, the girls walking around the enclosure up to the main entrance.
By the door, Jane said, ” They put bars here now…and a new big lock.”
” Guess that’s that…well…let’s go home…we got the whole afternoon before five…then we’ll go down to the park…see the concert.”
They both walked back up to the apartment and Trudy reloaded the pistol. After she put the gun into the livingroom drawer, the two girls went into the kitchen where the brunette removed all the new pill bottles from her purse and placed the stuff down on the table.
” Some new stuff we never tried before.”, said Jane, looking at the medication.
” Yea…this one says phenobarbital…whatever that does…we’ll try that tonight after we get back or whenever.”
Taking up the record album, Jane and Trudy strolled with it out to the livingroom where she took it out of the jacket and placed the LP down on the turn table. Seconds later, the song came on, the lyrics and tone sending a euphoric surge through their veins as Trudy said, ” That is a neat song…very different…never heard music like that before.”
Excited, the brunette ran back to the kitchen, making another pot of coffee, coming back to the livingrtoom with the black brew and some whisky.
After white rabbit was done, “Somebody to Love”, played forth.
” That bitch can sing.”, remarked Jane as she took up the album cover and looked at the back picture, seeing the band members.
Standing next to the blond, Trudy said, ” She looks cool…a little mysterious.”
” If her hairs were raised up a little, she’d look like you…almost.”
” Yea…too bad I can’t sing like she does…we’d have some money.”
” Wonder what she’s into…you know…sex, drugs…whatever?”
” No idea…what’s her name anyway.”
” It says here…Grace Slick.”
” She’d make a cool dominatrix.”
” Maybe she was one.”
” Yea…could be.”
They let the entire album play out when Jane played the whole thing over again, saying, ” So what do wanna do now.”
” We got time…let’s um…let’s go out to the backyard when the record’s done…take a sun bath…the weather’s nice right now.”
” Good idea.”
When the record was done playing a second time, the girls strolled into their rooms and each bitch changed into a skimpy bikini, Trudy wearing a yellow outfit and Jane wearing a red one, after which they grabbed a blanket, made a jug of lemonade, and then strolled down the back steps, taking the small transistor radio with them. Down in the yard, the girls spread out the blanket, turned on the radio, and stretched themselves out, laying on their stomachs as their butts faced the clear blue sky.
” Man…it’s nice out today…real nice.”, said Jane.
” Yea I know…um…turn on the radio.”
Jane hit the switch and suddenly “Somebody to Love” came on, causing the blond to say, ” Hey…there it is…now we can hear it again…cool song.”
” I hope they come out with more tunes…that group can play.”
When the song was over, the weather man came on saying, ” Mostly sunny today until the evening…possible thunder showers tonight around seven to eight.”
” That stinks.”, said Jane.
” It better not fuck up the concert.”
” He said seven…the concert starts at five.”
” That gives us two hours…how nice.”
For the next twenty minutes, the girls just laid there when Jane finally got up, strolled over to the picnic table, and powered herself a cup of lemonade, saying, ” You want some, Trudy?”
” Sure.”
Jane poured another cup and gave it to her friend, both girls sitting up now, pushing the plastic cup to their lips when the blond said, ” There’s somebody watching us.”
” Where?”
” Overthere…across the filed in that other apartment building…from that upstairs window…I saw some guy look out now and then.”
” Oh really.”
” Yea…I think he’s staring at us because of how we’re dressed.”
” Probably has binoculars or something…motherfucker’s getting off on watching us.”
” So what should we do about it”, asked Jane.
” Well…there’s two things I can do.”
” What?”
“Go over there and give him either a piece of mind or a piece of ass…, so which one should we do?”
” If we give him some ass…we’d made a few bucks.”
” OK…then let’s go.”
” What if he doesn’t have any fucken money.”
” Then we’ll give him a piece of mind…or better yet…we’ll kill him.”
At a casual pace, the two bitches got up and went back upstairs, taking the blanket and stuff with them. They changed back into their regular clothes, fired up fresh cigarettes, and went out to the livingroom where the brunette placed the gun into her purse and out the front door they went, going down to the car. Inside the Impala, Trudy started the engine and slowly drove down 85th, making a right into lake, driving the short distance before the school until she reached 83rd, making another right, going up the street.
” There it is…that’s the building.”, said Jane, pointing up at a four suite brownstone.
The brunette pulled up along side the curb, killed the engine, and they both got out, strolling over to the building, going into the small lobby, where Trudy stared at the names and said, ” From the window he was looking out…I think it would be this apartment here.”
Trudy pressed the button, finally hearing from a speaker, ” Who is it?”
” Delivery.”
” OK.”, replied a man’s voice.
After they were buzzed it, the girls strolled up the front steps and finally stood before the guy’s apartment, knocking on the door.
When the entrance swung open, Trudy said, ” Hi…how you doing?”
” I’m OK…I thought I’m supposed to get a package or something.”, answered the man with confusion on his face.
” Here’s the package.”, replied Jane as she turned around and shook her ass back and forth a few times.
” I don’t get it.”, said the guy.
” You mean you don’t recognize us…you were watching us a few minutes ago…you damn pervert.”, answered Trudy, giving him a cold hard stare.
He got red in the face and stuttered, ” Um…OK…but it’s not what you think…I was just looking out the window…that’s all.”
” You were looking at us for over fifteen minutes.”, said Jane.
” I didn’t do anything…leave me alone.”
To his utter surprise, the brunette turned around and lowered both her jeans and panties down to her thighs, saying, ” This is what you wanna see…right?”
Over ten seconds went by as the man just stood there staring at her nice naked ass, finally hearing from the blond, ” Fifty bucks…we’ll both take turns sitting on your face!”
Transfixed by Trudy ass, the guy mumbled, ” Um…ah…I don’t got that much cash on me now.”
” You don’t?”, said the brunette, pulling up her clothes and turning around, “Are you saying we ain’t worth fifty fucken bucks?”
” That’s not what I mean… I just don’t have that much…how about twenty.”
” No way…fifty or nothing.”, replied Trudy.
” I told you I don’t have fifty.”
Reaching into her purse, Trudy produced the gun, saying, ” Back off…jerk.”
His hands up, the man moved a few steps back, allowing the girls to enter, after which Jane shut the door and Trudy said, ” Lay down on the floor.”
Like a fool, the guy did what she said. Trudy gave the gun to Jane and said, ” Stand there and cover me.”
” OK.”
Once again, the dark-haired girl open her pants and pulled them down together with her panties, exposing her butt as she slowly squatted over this face and then relieved herself, pissing on the guy, right in his face, the bitch peeing out all the lemonade she drank. When Trudy was done, she pulled up her clothes, took back the gun, and traded places with the blond, Jane also pissing into the man’s face as she said, ” Looks like he got something for free after all…ha ha!”
After Jane was finished, Trudy aimed the pistol at his head and pulled back at the trigger, hearing, ” NO…PLEASE NO!”
His life ended in a second!
Trudy returned the gun to her purse and both girls looked around, walking toward the rear of the apartment where they stared out the window and Jane said, ” Our place looks nice from here…you can see the front part of the back yard…no wonder he was watching us.”
” He ain’t gonna watch us anymore…that’s for sure.”
” Do you see anything in here that’s worth anything?”, asked Jane.
” Um…nothing really…let’s go back to the body…see if he’s got anything on him.”
They returned to the corpse, where Trudy knelt down and searched through his pockets, finally producing a small wallet, saying, ” Thirty dollars…, and he only offered twenty…cheap motherfucker…for that alone he deserves to die.”
” OK…let’s go before some one sees us.”, said Jane
” Right.”
Feeling no remorse, they left the apartment and strolled down to the car, finally getting into the thing and driving home. On the way up 85th Street, Jane said, ” Hey look…the old guy’s back out on the porch.”
” Let’s call some other places…send ‘em to his address.., ha ha!”
Back inside their apartment, Trudy returned the gun to the drawer and they entered the kitchen, where Trudy grabbed the phone book and found a bunch of plumbers, calling four of them, telling them to go over to the old man’s place and repair something.
Done with all the phone calls, Trudy and her blond friend ventured out to the front porch, parked their butts in the old sofa, fired up cigarettes, and waited. It didn’t take long and a van pulled up to the guy’s place, the driver parking along side the curb, finally getting out and going up to the front steps, saying something to the old person.
” HA HA HA!”, laughed the girls, the man shrugging his shoulders with a confused look on his face.
After the fourth plumbing van paid a visit, the girls suddenly heard another ice cream truck come up the street.
” There’s a new guy in the truck.”, said Jane, standing by the railing now, ” You wanna go down and buy some.”
” Yea OK.”
” But let’s not kill anyone this time.”
” NO…I just want some ice cream…we got some extra money…ha ha!”
The two cunts went downstairs out into the street where they finally flagged down the truck and bought themselves each a vanilla cone, returning upstairs to the front porch, sitting there now, licking and eating away at the stuff.
” What fucken time is it anyway.”, asked Trudy.
” A little past four.”
” OK…when we’re done eating this shit…we’ll get ready and leave.”
Looking up at the sky, Jane said, ” It ain’t sunny anymore…it’s all gray now…clouds are moving in…guess the weather man was right.”
” Fuck the weather man…he can kiss my ass.”
” And how much would you charge him for that?”, said Jane, laughing a little.
” Oh…I don’t know…fifty bucks…the usual…ha ha!”
Done with the ice cream, the girls went inside, where they washed their hands and strolled into the kitchen, Trudy placing over five pill bottles into her purse. The Brunette opened the refrigerator and grabbed two beer cans, one for herself and the other for Jane. After they locked up, the girls went out the front door down to the car, got into the thing, and Trudy started the engine. She puled away from the curve and drove down 85th, making a left into Lake. She drove under the green bridge, made a right into the shoreway, and drove east to the Edgewater Park ramp, where the girl got off the highway and entered the park. Trudy drove to the parking lot and finally turned left. She slowly drove alongside the lake, each girl holding an open beer can in one and a cigarette in the other as Jane pointed forth an said, ” They got the stage all set up there…a whole crowd’s here already…we’re gonna have a great time.”
A few moments later, Trudy found an empty space and parked the car, both girls getting out of the Impala, hearing ” Paint it black” coming from four huge speakers next to the large stage, a group of guys playing away on drums and electric guitars.
” Everyone’s into things already.”, remarked Trudy, the girls walking on the grass now, headed over to the otherside of the field by a line of rocks at the water’s edge.
Walking along, they strolled through the noisey crowd of young men and women in their late teens and early twenties, everyone dancing around to the music, more than half of them holding beer cans and bottles as they swung themselves all over the place, even bumping into each other and falling over now and then.
From the crowd, some guy yelled at Trudy, ” Hey lady…you got a nice ass!”
Turning around, the brunette replied, ” I know…I got nice tits too!”
Like it was nothing, Trudy raised her T-shirt and exposed herself, cauisng a big cheer from the crowd.
Eventually, the two girls finally made it over to a table where the brunette finished off her beer, threw the empty can into the lake, and reached into her purse, removing all the “medication”, placing the pill bottles on the table, after which the young lady took five pills, one from each bottle, Jane doing the same.
As “Time is on My Side” played over the speakers and the pills started to take effect, Jane yelled out, ” FREE SHIT…COME AND GET IT…UPPERS AND DOWNERS!”
Ten seconds later, two other girls and a guy with long hairs and a beard came over, saying, ” What you got?”
” Just some stuff…check it out for yourself.”
The guy “studied” one of the labels and replied, ” I heard of this before…OK…I’ll try some.”
” Is it good…does it make you fly?”, asked one of the girls.
” I don’t know…”, said Trudy, “…try it out!”
The two other girls swallowed three pills each. The guy ate three himself. After they were gone, more people showed up, eager to “sample” the free “merchandise”. It didn’t take long and a whole crowd was there, as someone in the back yelled, ” HEY…THERE’S TWO HOT LOOKING BITCHES PASSING OUT FREE PILLS…LET’S CHECK IT OUT!”
Twenty minutes later, all the dope was gone, most of the people in the crowd eating two or more pills. Things got louder and louder as the alcohol mixed itself with the drugs. When the band played “Help” from the Beatles, things went out of control. Over two hundred people where now intoxicated, jumping and screaming all over the place.
Looking around, Jane said to Trudy, ” Hey…look at her over there…she took her shirt off…she’s sitting on that guy’s shoulder with nothing on!”
All screwed up herself, Trudy jumped up on the table and began dancing to the music, moving faster and faster until the bitch pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, doing the same with her bra.
“YEA…HEY…COOL!!”, screamed a bunch of guys, watching the brunette expose herself, cheering away as Trudy reached for her belt and let her pants fall, kicking ‘em off over her knee high western boots!
” TAKE THE LAST THING OFF…C’MON…DO IT…DO IT!”, cried everyone.
Reaching down to her panties, the brunette pulled them off as well, dancing naked on the table, swinging her frame back and forth, and clapping her hands above her head!
Someone in the crowd yelled, ” YEA…LOOK AT HER GO…THAT BITCH HAS IT ALL…LOOK AT THOSE TITS!!”
Eventually, Trudy had a larger audience than the people on the stage, all the young guys staring up at the brunette, ignoring their girlfriends, until suddenly an empty beer can hit the side of Trudy’s head as one of the girls in the crowd yelled, ” WHY DON’T YOU GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE…YOU DAMN SLUT!!”
” FUCK YOU…BITCH!”, yelled Trudy in response, “COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT!”
The twenty year old girl marched up to the table and spit at the brunette, causing the naked bitch to jump down at her, both girls rolling around now in the grass, tearing away at each other!
“GET HER…HIT HER…YEA YEA!!”, screamed all the other jerks, excited by the fight.
Despite all the chaos, three guys came up and separated the two girls as Trudy yelled, ” FUCK YOU…YOU WHORE!!”
” YOU’RE THE WHORE…JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF…NO CLOTHES ON!!”
” FUCK YOU!!”
” FUCK YOU…CUNT!!”
” BITCH!”
“GO JUMP IN THE LAKE…IT’S RIGHT OVER THERE!!”, screamed the other girl.
” OK…OK…take it easy.”, said the girl’s boyfriend as he took the young lady by the arm and lead her away, the girl turning around now and then, giving Trudy dirty looks as the brunette reached down and grabbed her clothes, putting the things back on.
After the band started up again, playing, ” Can’t Get No Satisfaction”, the crowd spread out a little with more and more people moving back to where the stage was, dancing to the music as Jane and pissed off Trudy slowly strolled across the field back to the car. Before they got there, they suddenly heard thunder and felt a few rain drops, causing the two bitches to move faster. When they finally got into the Impala and closed the doors, it really started to rain, a huge heavy downpour.
” Look at everyone running away…back to their cars and shit…guess the party’s over.”, said Jane.
” That bitch…fucken cunt…who the hell does she think she is.”
” Oh don’t worry about it…you’ll be all right…we’ll wait here till the rain lets up a little…then we’ll go to Mcdonald’s…have supper…, OK?”
Feeling a little more relaxed now, Trudy adjusted her hair in the rearview mirror and said, ” Yea…guess you’re right.”
” Of course…and besides…it was still fun…I mean…except for that bitch…we gave everyone a good show…her boyfriend liked you…did you see the way he stood there first…staring at your tits like they were made of gold…that’s why she got mad!!”
” Yea…she was just mad because I’m better looking…that’s what it was.”
” But it’s over now…can’t wait to get to Mcdonald’s…we’ll each have a Big Mac…a shake…they even sell strawberry pie now…it’ll be great.”
Finally, the rain let up, causing Trudy to start the engine and back out of the parking space, after which she drove out of the lot and went back up on the shorway, driving west, going through the Lake Avenue intersection and moving along on Clifton until she reached 117th street, where she made a left and drove up past Detroit, finally pulling into the McDonad’s lot. After she parked the car, both girls strolled into the fast food place and went up to the counter. They got their stuff and went over to one of the tables and ate.
Staring out the window, Jane said, ” It’s starting to clear up…looks like it’ll be a nice evening.”
” What time is it?”
Looking at her watch, the blond said, ” It’s almost seven.”
” OK…when we’re done here…we’ll go home…sit around for a while or whatever…then after that we’ll go out later and break in some other place…on Edgewater Drive again…does that sound good?”
” Yea…sure…no problem.”
They spent the next twenty minutes sitting there eating until they got up, went back to the car, and finally drove home, parking the Impala next to the curb before the pool.
Upstairs in the apartment, Trudy placed her purse down to the livingroom sofa and the two bitches went back to the kitchen, where they poured themselves each a glass of whisky, fired up fresh cigarettes, and parked their butts into the chairs by the table, Jane saying, ” We had a lot of fun today…, and here…I wanna show you something.”
” What?”
Jane reached for the phone book and said, ” Here’s how you make a cool prank phone call.”
” OK.”
The blond found some lady’s number and dialed the phone, finally hearing, ” Hello.”
A malicious smile on her face, Jane said, ” You’re husband’s a real fucken jerk…you know that?”
” Who is this?”
” Ask him…he dumped me for some other cunt…the damn creep…I hate his guts.”
” What are you saying…my husband had an affair with you.”
” Man are you one dumb bitch…we’ve been together under your nose for six months until he found that other woman.”
” Um…ah…”
” That’s right lady…he’s been cheating on you…so just tell for me that he’s a creep…he knows who I am…that’s for sure.”
CLICK!
Jane hung up the phone, saying, ” There you go…now that’s a prank call…she’ll be “chewing” on that one for a while…she’ll be yelling at him tonight…ha ha!”
” Let me see that.”, said Trudy, pointing at the phone book.
” Sure…here you go.”
She dialed some guy’s number. When the person answered the phone, Trudy said, ” Hello…is your refrigerator running?”
There was a pause, followed by ” Yes…why do you ask?”
” Then go catch it…HA HA!”
After she hung up the phone, Trudy burst forth, ” I got him…I got him…let’s try someone else!”
Her eyes all lit up with excitement, Trudy dialed another number. The other person simply answered with, “Hello”
” So how are you?”
” Who is this?”
” Me.”
” Um…I don’t think I know you.”
” I don’t know you either.”
” Why are you calling?”
” Just to see how things are going for you.”
” I don’t understand…why would you call me if you don’t know me.”
” Just to say hi…want me to drop over.”
” Whatever…good bye.”
The person hung up as Trudy laughed herself sick, picking up the phone again, dialing another number. When the unsuspecting person said ” Hello.”, Trudy simply hung up, dialing the same number a second time, hanging up again, doing this over and over, saying to Jane, ” Man…I wonder how many times this jerk’s gonna pick up the phone…I did it five times already.” After she dialed the number a sixth time, she heard the person yell, ” STOP CALLING…LEAVE ME ALONE!!”
” FUCK YOU!”, screamed the brunette, slamming down the receiver.
Pushing the phone book to the side, Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette, poured herself another drink, and then stepped out to the back porch, saying, ” Looks like it’ll be a nice night.”
Jane came out as well, standing next to the brunette. The blond said, ” It is nice out…almost dark too.”
Trudy bent her head to the side for a moment, straining her ears a little, asking, ” Do you hear what I hear?”
” Um…yea…sounds like another ice cream truck…business must be good on this street.”
” Let’s get another cone.”
” OK.”
Both girls went down the back steps and ventured out front, standing near the curb. When the truck came by, Trudy went up to the man and asked, “Got any strawberry vanilla?”
” Yes I do ma’am?”
” We’ll take two cones.”
The guy got the stuff for the two cunts, took his money, and drove off, headed up the street. At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy entered the front of the building and went back upstairs, where they went out to the front porch and parked their butts, licking away at the ice cream.
” Glad that rain’s gone.”, remarked the blond.
” Yea…we’ll go out in a while.”
As they kept eating the ice cream, Jane glanced to the side, saying, ” Look at that?”
” What?”
” Coming up the street from Lake.”
Trudy raised her ass and strolled over to the railing, looking down the street, seeing a small electric wheel chair come up toward their place.
” What the fuck is sitting in that chair?”, said the brunette.
Getting up herself, Jane went up to the railing and said, ” It’s just some guy in a wheel chair.”
” Yea…,, but look at him…he’s only a midget…his head looks normal but everything else is frail and deformed…only his right hand is good.”
” He’s got a little control panel up front…guess he can move all over with that chair.”
Slowly, the chair drove up past the apartment building, going up the street.”
” Where do you think he lives?”, asked Jane.
” I bet he lives in that place up on Detroit…across from the library next to the hospital.”
” Where all the retards and screw heads live?”
” Yea…that place….I think its run by the city or something.”
Jane was about to turn around and park her nice ass back down in the old sofa when she suddenly said, ” He’s going into that driveway by the pool.”
Looking up the street, Trudy said, ” Yep…he’s gonna cut through the pool…and then go through the alley so he can reach 83rd.”
” What a pathetic piece of shit…”, said Jane, “…society would be better off getting rid of people like that…totally useless.”
A dirty grin on her face, Trudy finished up her ice cream and said, ” Maybe we should do society a favor…what do you think?”
Jane also finished up her ice cream and replied, ” Then what are we waiting for…we got some time to kill…so let’s kill him too…ha ha!”
Quickly, the two evil bitches fired up fresh cigarettes and went down to the car, parking their asses. Trudy started the engine and drove down the street toward Lake, making a right, driving up to 83rd, where she made another right and drove up the street, saying, ” Good…I don’t see him…that means he’s still in the alley.”
Sure enough, when they came to a halt beside the curb before the narrow and dark passageway between the two huge apartment buildings, Jane looked over and said, ” Yep…I think I see him…here he comes.”
After they made sure no one else was around, the two girls got out of the car and slowly walked down the alley until they were standing right before the wheel chair, blocking his path.
” Excuse me…please.”, said the little man, sitting in the chair, looking up at them with a friendly smile on his face.
” There’s no excuse for you.”, replied Trudy, bending forward a little, pushing her face up to his, blowing smoke into his eyes.
Confused, the guy said, ” Please…let me go through.”
” Did you ever fuck a girl before?”, asked Jane, also blowing smoke at him.
” Um…why are you asking me this?”
” Because…you look like a real freak…did you crawl from some lady’s cunt…or did you come up from under a rock?”, asked Trudy.
” I don’t have to take this.”
” You’re a crippled piece of fucken shit…that’s what you are.”, said Jane.
” Get out of my way…”, insisted the man, sounding a little angry now, “…you don’t have the right to say those things.”
” Don’t tell me what I can say or not…you piece of crap.”, answered the dark-haired girl, grabbing him by the shirt, finally pulling the helpless person from the chair, throwing him to the ground.
” Fuck you!”, said Jane, kicking him in the face.
” Let’s stuff him in the trunk.”, said the brunette.
As Trudy took him up from under his armpits, Jane grabbed his ankles, both girls carrying him over to the Impala where they opened the trunk and stuffed him in, Jane going back for the chair. In front of the car, Jane threw the wheelchair to the ground and the two girls began smashing it up, forcing it to collapse on itself, finally shoving it on top of the back seat.
” Where are we gonna go?”, asked Jane.
” I know a place.”
Trudy drove up to Detroit and made a right, driving west, until she went past West 98th Street and drove under a bridge. After she came out on the other side, the bitch made a left into a long driveway leading to a wooded area behind an old warehouse, no one else around. She parked the car next to a huge oak tree and killed the engine, both girls slowly getting out and going to the back of the car, where they opened the trunk and reached in, pulling the guy out, and finally dropping him to the ground.
” HELP…SOMEONE HELP!!”, screamed the guy.
” Yell all you want…”, said Trudy, “…there’s no one around except us three.”
” Why are you doing this to me?”
” Because…”, replied the blond, “…you’re a freak…a fucken messed up freak.”
Despite his helpless situation, the man yelled back, ” Fuck you…, bitch…you’re the one whose messed up…in more ways than one.”
” Don’t talk to us that way.”, yelled Trudy, reaching down and tearing away at his shirt, the blond joining in until they tore off all his clothes, stripping him naked, tossing his things into the bushes.
” His dick looks kind of normal.”, remarked Jane.
” Get it up.”, said Trudy.
” Leave me alone…stop this.”
” I said get it up!”, insisted the crazy brunette, kicking him now as well.
” Guess he doesn’t find us attractive.”, said Jane.
” He better or he’s gonna die.”
” Leave me alone…please!!”
Slowly, Trudy lowered her boot into his face and said, ” If I don’t see an erection…I’m gonna kill you…OK?”
” Stop this…leave me alone!”
Trudy raised the sole of her boot and quickly brought it down into his face, doing it again, making sure the heel struck his mouth, a bunch of blood forming around his lips as the bitch kept yelling, ” GET IT UP…GET IT UP!!”
” Yea…get it up…you cripple piece of shit!”, said Jane, kicking him as well.
Again Trudy stepped into his face, doing it over and over while the blond bitch kicked away at his balls, both girls screaming, ” FUCK YOU…, FUCK YOU…YOU CRIPPLE…YOU WALKING PIECE OF TRASH…YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A DEFORMED PIECE OF GARBAGE!”
Just laying there, the poor guy couldn’t even protect himself with his hands. When they finally stopped, the man had five broken ribs, a smashed up face, and his whole body was saturated with pain.
Firing up a fresh cigarette, Trudy squatted before the victim and took hold of his dick, stretching it out a little, moving the hot end of her New port toward this cock.
” AHHH…NO…PLEASE!!”, cried the man as the cigarette made contact with his flesh!
” HA HA HA…”, laughed Jane, “…he’s wiggling around like a worm…HA HA HA!”
” PLEASE…STOP THIS…PLEASE!”, cried the man.
” Fuck you…go to hell…you cripple!”, said Trudy as she stood up again and ventured over to the car, removing the crow bar.
Back by the victim, the brunette raised the metal thing over her shoulder and brought it down, striking his head over and over, smashing his skull until he was dead! After she returned the crow bar to the truck, Trudy removed the broken wheelchair from the back seat and threw it into the woods, after which the girls did the same with his body. Like it was nothing, they simply parked their nice butts back into the car, fired up fresh cigarettes, and slowly drove off, making a right into Detroit.
Driving along, Trudy said, ” I should’ve pissed on him before I killed him.”
” Whatever.”
” Yea…but now I gotta pee.”
” Here…stop at the Red Barn…we’ll get a shake afterward.”
” OK.”
Trudy pulled into the fast food place, parked the car, and both girls ventured inside, where Jane went up to the counter and the brunette used the bathroom.
At the counter, Jane said to the register girl, ” Two vanilla shakes.”
Giving the blond a suspicious look because of the last time, the girl nevertheless turned around and began filling two cups of the vanilla stuff when Trudy finally came along and stood next to Jane, saying to the girl, ” Hurry up!”
Despite her job, the girl quickly turned around and said in a pissed off tone of voice, ” What’s your problem?”
” My problem?’, replied Trudy, indignation in her words.
” Yea…you came here before acting rude…now you’re doing it again.”
” You’re rude…all I want is a fucken shake…you fucken bitch…, you’re moving too slow.”
” Mr. Taylor!”, yelled the employee.
When the manager guy came over, the girl said, “These two are here again…and I ain’t serving ‘em…fire me if you want…you give ‘em their order.”
After the register girl stormed away, going to the back area, the man said, ” Here…take your stuff…pay for it…and leave…and don’t ever come back here again!”
The two girls took their order, walking out the door afterward, Trudy yelling back at the guy, “FUCK YOU…CREEP!”
Jane and Trudy got in the car and drove the short distance down 85th street, where Trudy parked the Impala before the pool and they both got out, going back up to the apartment. In the kitchen, Trudy opened the refrigerator and grabbed the whisky bottle, pouring some booze into her milkshake, saying, “Want some?”
” Yea…why not.”, responded Jane, taking the bottle, also putting a couple of shots worth into her shake.
Their asses parked to the kitchen chairs, Trudy said, ” I can’t believe that fucken bitch…she asked me if I got a problem.”
” I know.”
” They should fire that bitch…but then the manager’s a fucken asshole too…so what can you do.”
” It’s amazing how many jerks they got in this world.”, said Jane, sucking on the straw.
” I saw a name tag on that bitch…what was her fucken name anyway?”
” Um…it was something like…Cher…oh yea…Cheryl…yea…that’s what it said.”
Leaning forward a little, Trudy placed her shake to the table and said, ” Let me see that motherfucken phone book for a second.”
Jane slid the thing over, saying, ” Here you go.”
Looking through the pages, the brunette mumbled, ” Um…Red Barn…ah…., yea…here it is…Detroit Avenue…yep that’s the fucken joint.”
A little intoxicated now from the booze, Trudy raised her curvaceous butt from the seat and dialed the number.
” Hello…Red Barn…how can I help you?”, said a man’s voice.
” Can I talk to Cheryl?”
” Yes…hold on.”
In the background, Trudy heard, ” Cheryl…you got a call…but make it fast.”
” Hello.”, said a female voice.
” Hi Cheryl…you’re a fucken cunt…you know that?”
” Who is this?”
” Who the fuck do you think it is…you damn bitch.”
For a moment, there was silence, until the girl asked, ” How do you know my name?”
” Your name badge…what else?”
” Leave me alone…why are you calling…what’s your problem…I don’t even know you.”
” I ain’t got a problem…you got the problem…they otta fire you…you stink!”
Working up a little courage, the girl said, ” Hey…why don’t you go jump in the lake…OK?”
” Fuck you!”
” No…fuck you!”
FUCK YOU!”, screamed Trudy
” FUCK YOU…BITCH!”
” YOU’RE THE BITCH…LET ME TALK TO THE MANAGER…I WANNA FILE A COMPLAINT AGAINST YOU.”
” HERE…TALK TO HIM.”
A moment later, the manager got on saying, ” Hello.”
” You should fire that Cheryl cunt.”
” Cheryl just told me you’re that young lady who was in here a short while ago…acting real obnoxious.”
” She’s obnoxious…and you’re a jerk for hiring her.”
” Why don’t you just hang up, and like I told you before…don’t come here again.”
” What kind of fucken place do you run…that bitch was rude to me and you tell me to get lost.”
” Ma’am…you were the rude person…not her…you started it.”
” FUCK YOU…MAYBE I SHOULD COME UP THERE AND BLOW YOUR FUCKEN BRAINS OUT…HOW ABOUT THAT?”
” That’s a threat…I can call the police about that.”
” GO AHEAD…CALL THE FUCKEN PIGS…SEE IF I CARE…YOU MOTHERFUCKEN JERK!”
CLICK!
The guy hung up on her, causing Trudy to redial the number.
” Hello…Red Barn…how can I help you.”, said the same manager guy.
” FUCK YOU…MOTHER FUCKER…FUCK YOU!!”
” What you’re doing is against the law.”
” FUCK THE LAW…AND FUCK YOU!!”
Trudy slammed down the phone as Jane said, ” He might really call the cops.”
” So…who cares…he doesn’t know where we live…all the pigs’ll do is go there and file a report…means nothing.”
Parking her ass back to the chair, Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and poured more booze into her shake, getting up again afterward, strolling with the shake out to the back porch, looking up at the night sky, saying, ” Yea…it really cleared up…I can see all the stars now.”
Jane came out a second later and said, ” It looks clearer than yesterday…maybe the rain washed away some pollution.”
” What time is it now?”
” Almost ten.”
” We’ll hang around here another half hour then we’ll go out.”
” OK.”
As the two girls stood there, enjoying the view, the phone rang. Making a frustrated sigh, Trudy ventured back inside and took up the receiver, saying, ” Yea?”
” Hello ma’am…I’m calling on behalf of the North Coast Charity Foundation…, how are you this evening.”, said some man.
” You want money…right?”
” Um…well…we’re looking for donations.”
Wishing to get “funny”, Trudy replied, ” What do you want me to donate?”
” The usual check or money order would be fine…could you spare five dollars?”
” What if I donate something else of value?”
” Like what, ma’am?”
” My services.”
” Oh yes…we’re always looking for volunteers…what kind of work did you have in mind.”
” Bondage and Domination.”
” I don’t understand.”
” I’m a dominatrix…if I do volunteer work…I’ll sit on someone’s face for free…how about yours for starts.”
” You’re funny ma’am but…”
Before he could finish, Trudy yelled into the phone, ” YOU AIN’T GETTING A CENT FROM ME…BASTARD…WHY DON’T YOU GO TO HELL…MOTHERFUCKER…IF YOU CALL AGAIN…I’LL FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE AND KILL YOU…OK?”
She hung up the phone and went back out to the rear porch, hearing, ” Who was that?”
” Just some fucken asshole asking for money…can’t believe these jerks…everyone wants my money…they can kiss my ass!”
Again, the phone rang, causing Trudy to go back inside and pick up the receiver with her usual greeting, ” Yea?”
” Hello…do you need siding for your house?”
” I rent…so fuck off.”
” Um…well…you don’t have to get that way about it?”
” GO TO HELL!”
Trudy hung up the phone, finished off her shake, grabbed a glass, and finally poured herself a drink, joining her fried outside, saying, ” I can’t believe this fucken shit…some asshole wants to sell me some fucken siding…what a jerk…we live in a brick apartment building…what a bunch of fuck heads.”
After they stood there for a while, drinking and smoking the time away, Trudy finally said, ” Let’s get going.”
” OK.”
Back inside, they snorted some coke and took a few uppers to counter the alcohol, after which they locked the back entrance and strolled up front, where Trudy removed the gun from the drawer and placed it into her purse. They went out the front door and strolled down the front steps until they were outside, walking down 85th toward Lake Avenue. Eventually, they went under the bridge and kept going, crossing the intersection by the Lighthouse Inn. Staying on Lake, the girls walked up to West Boulevard where they crossed the street and went down to Edgewater Drive, walking along the lonely dark street flanked on both sides by all the expensive homes.
After they past 110th street, Jane said, “Let’s hit that house there…it’s set back a little…out of the way…no one’ll see us there.”
” Good idea.”
They quietly went up the driveway and took note of an expensive car, after which they strolled all the way behind the structure, finally coming to a halt before the back door.
” So what do you wanna do?”, asked Jane.
Turning around, the brunette looked at the yard and said, ” These people got their own swimming pool…and its not one of those shit things you buy at Sears…it’s built in the ground…a smaller version of Lake Pool where we live.”
” What do they need a pool for…they live right by the lake…they got a private beach at the end of the yard…steps going down to the water and everything.”
” That’s OK…when we get through with ‘em…they won’t need anything but life insurance…and I’m sure they got that…ha ha!”
” OK…but what are we gonna do now?”
” Let’s knock.”
Trudy knocked a few times until some lady in her late thirties answered, saying, ” Um…yes…who are you…why didn’t you ring the front door bell…why did you come back here?”
” Here’s why…I’ll show you.”
The bitch reached into her purse and produced the Luger, aiming it at the person, pulling back at the trigger, sending a bullet into her chest, killing the lady as her body flew back and the girls stepped inside, closing the door.
A man in his early forties came around the corner from another room, saying, ” Who’s at the door, Jessica…I heard…”
Seeing the two girls, the guy froze as Trudy pointed the gun at him and said, ” That’s a nice car you got out there…it’s a new Lincoln…, right?”
” Yes…where’s my wife?”
” Right here.”, replied Jane, pointing back to the door.
” Oh no…you shot here!”, said the man, racing forward.
” Not so fast…motherfucker…or you’re next.”
The man stopped again, saying, ” Please…she might be still alive.”
” She’s dead…”, replied Jane, kicking the body, “…trust me…she’s dead.”
Confusion and fear on the guy’s face, the man said, ” Please…take what you want and go!”
” Where are the keys to the car?”
” In the kitchen…on the counter.”
” Got any jewlry…anything I can stuff in my purse.”
” Upstairs…in the bedroom.”
” Thanks.”, said the brunette as she gave the gun to the blond and said, ” Watch him while I get the stuff.”
” OK.”
Quickly, Trudy ran into the kitchen area and found the keys. She went upstairs and entered the bedroom, finding a nice looking box on the dresser. She opened it and removed a gold necklace, a watch, some earrings, and two expensive rings, dropping everything into her purse, finally going back downstairs where she took the gun again and said, ” That’s a nice pool you got out there…how much did it cost?”
” I don’t know…it was there when we bought the house.”
” And how much did the house cost?”
” Um…I believe it was nine hundred.”
” I take it there’s three more zeros after that…right?”
” Yes…now please…you got what you want…please go…I wanna make sure she’s not dead…she still might be alive.”
Walking up to the corpse, Trudy pointed the gun at the dead lady and pumped three rounds into her head, saying, “There…if she ain’t dead now…she never will be.”
Angered by Trudy’s attitude, the man yelled, ” YOU SICK BITCH…HOW CAN YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?”
Aiming the gun at the man now, Trudy shot him in the left arm, throwing him against the wall, the girl saying, ” Now quietly go outside and jump in the pool…do it now!”
Terrified by the gun and the pain in his arm, the man did what she asked, walking past the dead body and out the back door, where he went up to the pool and let himself fall in.
After the girls stepped outside, Trudy laughed, saying, ” Ha…look at that…he’s going for a swim.”
” What do you want from me…you got the keys and jewelry…what else do you want?”
” Fuck you.”, was all the brunette said as she aimed the gun and pulled the trigger, pumping three additional shots into the man, killing him as his body slowly rolled over with his back to the night sky, the water turning red.
” Let’s get the hell outta here.”, said Jane.
The two girls approached the Lincoln Town Car and got in, Trudy parking her ass behind the wheel.
” Neat looking car.”, said the brunette as she started the engine and backed out.
” Cool seats and everything…almost as good as that hearse.”, remarked Jane, reaching for the radio, turning it on, playing around with the tuning knob until the song “A Hard Day’s Night” came on.
Going with the speed limit, Trudy drove down Edgewater until she reached West Boulevard, where the girl made a right and drove straight up to Detroit, finally making a left.
” Where are we going?”, asked the blond.
Looking at her watch, Trudy said, ” That fucken Red Barn closes at eleven…, right?”
” Yea…I guess…why?”
“They ain’t gonna fuck with me anymore…I’ll fix ‘em. “
” OK…whatever you want.”
A minute later, the Lincoln pulled into the Red Barn’s lot and Trudy slowly backed the car up into a parking spot behind the building, saying, ” It’s almost eleven…we’ll wait till the last customer leaves…then I’ll go in and deal with it…let’s change places…you get behind the wheel.”
” No problem.”
After the two girls got out and then got back in again, Trudy said, ” It’s almost time…that’s the last customer…he’s leaving…see they’re locking up now…and there’s only two people in there…that manager and that fucken Cheryl bitch.”
Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and watched the customer go to his car, get in, and drive off. The wicked brunette opened the door and got out, her purse hanging from her shoulder as she approached the side door, finding it still unlocked, causing her to pull it open and step inside. At the counter was Cheryl and the manager, both people removing money from the registers, getting things ready for the night.
” Hi…remember me.”, said Trudy as she removed the gun from her purse and aimed it at them.
Quickly, they both put their hands up as the manager said, ” Please…, ma’am…you don’t have to do this.”
” Oh really…make me a vanilla shake…and do it fast.”
The manager nodded at the girl as the young lady quickly turned around and prepared a cup. The girl put a straw into the thing and placed it to the counter. After the girl stepped back, Trudy grabbed it with her free hand, sucked on the straw for a few moments, and finally said, ” Yea…good…, not bad.”
” What do you want?”, asked the manager.
” I told you over the phone that I’ll blow your fucken brains out.”
” You can’t be serious.”
” Did you call the pigs after I hung up?”
” Well yes…but…”
Trudy pulled back at the trigger and shot him in the chest, killing the man as he flew back and finally fell over.
” NO…PLEASE!”, cried the girl as Trudy next pointed the gun at her.
” What’s wrong, Cheryl…you scared…you sounded so tough on the phone…asking me if I got a problem.”
Her hands shaking, Cheryl only pleaded, ” Don’t…c’mon…please!”
” Step over there…away from that register.”, said Trudy as she circumnavigated the counter and went up to the thing, reaching into the open drawer, removing over a hundred dollars in cash, stuffing the money into her purse.
” PLEASE LEAVE…DON’T SHOOT!”, , said the girl, just standing there with wide open eyes.
Looking down at her shake, Trudy removed the lid, spit into it, placed the cup down to the counter, and said, ” Drink it…pick it up and drink it.”
Frightened, the girl stepped over and did what Trudy asked, drinking up the rest of the stuff as the evil brunette stood there and laughed, saying, ” HA HA…FUCK YOU…BITCH…YOU’RE A REAL CUNT!”
When the girl was done, Trudy spit down at the counter and said, ” Lick that up…NOW.”
” PLEASE.”, said the girl.
” Lick it up, bitch!”, insisted Trudy.
Afraid for her life, Cheryl bent herself forward and slurped up the big wad of mucus.
” HA HA HA”, roared Trudy as she finally pulled back at the trigger, killing the girl as well, her body falling over on top of the dead manager.
Feeling uplifted, Trudy put the gun back into her purse and went over to the shake machine, turning it on, watching all the stuff flow down on the floor, after which she simply left, strolling back out to the car.
Her ass on the front passenger seat, Trudy said, ” Got a hundred bucks and the two jerks ain’t gonna bug me anymore…so let’s go.”
” Where?”
” Um…”
Before Trudy could finish her sentence, she heard a train horn way off in the distance, causing her to say, ” Take Detroit to 110th…then make a right.”
” OK.”
Jane pulled out of the lot and drove along. When she got to 110th street, the blond did what Trudy said until she approached a railroad crossing, hearing, ” Stop the car on the tracks…then let’s get out.”
” I hear a train coming.”
” No shit…that’s the idea.”
After the Lincoln came to a halt, Jane cut the engine and the two bitches quickly stepped out of the car, seeing a train’s headlight come around the bend before 117th street, blowing its horn. Moving faster now, the girls ran to a fence at the edge of a small field between Baltic Avenue and the tracks, taking cover behind some bushes as the crossing gates went down and the reds lights flashed away!
” This is gonna be cool.”, remarked Jane.
” Listen to that fucken horn…and hear that…the breaks…guess he sees the car now.”
” There’s now way he can stop in time.”
” I know…man I can’t wait…just a few more seconds!”
As the girls watched from behind the bushes, they suddenly heard a huge crashing sound as the train slammed into the car!
” Look at that…”, said Jane, “..the car’s rolling to its side…getting a free ride from the train!”
The locomotive pushed what was left of the Lincoln another thousand feet until the train finally came to a halt.
” Let’s get outta here.”, said Trudy as the girls crawled along side the fence and eventually walked over to Baltic where they simply strolled down the street, walking toward Clifton.
” I hear sirens now.”, mentioned the blond.
” Yea…seems like there more than one…at two different places…, guess they found out about the Red Barn too…ha ha!”
Finally, they reached Clifton’s “Baltic Turn” and kept walking, strolling in the dark toward the Lighthouse Inn.
” So what are you gonna do now?”, asked Jane.
Looking at the building, Trudy said, ” Well…they’re closed for the night.”
” But the alarm?”
When they reached the restaurant and turned into Lake, Trudy went over to the edge of the railroad dam and grabbed an old newspaper laying on the ground.
” What are you doing?”
Trudy replied, ” Gonna smear some mud on it…there…near the grass.”
She used the paper to pick up some mud. The nasty girl strolled over to the front window and smeared the words, ” FUCK YOU” on the glass, tossing the paper to the side.
The girls kept walking, going under the bridge and finally moving up West 85th, where they went up to the apartment. Trudy placed the gun and the stolen jewelry into the wooden drawer, and both girls ventured back to the kitchen as Trudy placed the money she took from Red Barn down on the table, saying, ” We got allot of cash now.”
” Let’s enjoy ourselves tomorrow…use it to have a good time.”
” What do you wanna do?”
” I don’t know…we could take the rapid out to the airport…look around…spend some money at the restaurant there…then come back…get off at 117th…bum around…go bar hopping or something…spend some of that money.”
” Yea…OK…sure.”, answered Trudy as she poured herself a drink, Jane doing the same.
Going over to the counter, Trudy got some pills from the drawer and then lit a candle, turning out the lights afterward. They sat down and fired up fresh cigarettes, the inside door open again, allowing the night’s air to flow through the screen.
Jane swallowed some liquid medication with her whisky, saying, ” I love sitting here… there’s something to it.”
” I know…this is the best place I ever lived at…wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world?”, said Trudy as she fired up a fresh cigarette and swallowed some of the strong stuff herself.
In no time, the “medication” did its thing, both girls stoned by the depressant as it worked its way through their system, causing Jane to say, ” Man…this is some pretty good stuff.”
” It’s better than some of the other shit we’ve been taking.”
Slowly, Jane staggered from her seat and ventured out to the back porch, looking up at the moon. When Trudy joined her, Jane asked, ” You think they’ll make it up there by next year?”
” Yea…they talk about it allot on TV…I think they just sent another guy in space…they should have a man on the moon by next year…yea…why not.”
” I wish I could walk on the moon.”, said Jane, a lazy look on her face, the girl leaning against the railing.
” That would be something…to walk on another world.”
” What would it be like?”
” Quiet…you wouldn’t be able to hear anything.”
” More quiet than it is now?”
” Of course.”
Jane inhaled from her cigarette and just kept staring up at the moon, impressed by its mysterious glow, saying, ” The moon never gets boring.”
” They say it makes people crazy.”
” What do you mean?”
” That’s where the word lunatic comes from…you know…lunar…, they connect crazy people with the moon.”
” Why?”
” Um…”, said Trudy, “…I don’t know…something about the full moon makes some people go nuts.”
” That’s stupid.”
” It’s probably some bullshit from the old days.”
” Yea…they’d probably call you and me witches.”
” I’d make a good witch…I’d cast a spell on everyone…evil spells.”
” I know you would.”
” What about you?”
” I’d make myself rich…what else.”
” You’d do what the leprechauns do…find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”
” Yea.”
Jane pointed up at the sky and said, ” And there’s the big dipper again.”
” It’s always gonna be there…long after we’re gone.”
Still looking up at the sky, Jane replied, ” I wish I could live forever.”
” What would you do…at some point you wouldn’t fit in the world anymore…things change.”
” Fuck change…I could adapt.”
” No you won’t…if you could…you wouldn’t be here…you’d be rich…make things work for you…but you don’t know how.”
” I’d have all the time in the world to learn.”
” You’d learn shit…just like me.”
” Well…who knows.”
They just stood there and stared across the field when Trudy pointed forth and said, ” Look at that…a stray dog…walking across the grass toward the school.”
” So?”
” Let’s fuck it up.”
Quickly, the intoxicated bitch staggered back into the kitchen, where she went over to the counter and produced a steak knife from one of the drawers, going back outside with it, walking down the steps to the backyard, the girl almost falling as she went down the steps. She moved across the yard to the fence and stared growling at the approaching animal, wishing to get its attention.
The shepherd stopped, looked, and growled back, slowly walking toward the same fence.
” Fuck you dog…woof…woof…!’, said Trudy, doing everything she could to make the creature angry.
Irritated by all the sounds Trudy made, the animal jumped forward a bit into the wire fencing, trying to get at the malicious bitch. Holding the knife in her right hand, Trudy quickly stabbed the animal in the mouth, causing it to jump back and whimper, finally running off.
” HA HA…what a fucken animal…one little stab and it runs away…stinken dog…they should kill ‘em all…grind ‘em up for fertilizer…I HATE DOGS…HATE ‘EM ALL…MAN’S BEST FRIEND…HA…THAT’S A FUCKEN LAUGH!”
A triumphant feeling going through her veins, Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and strolled back to the steps where she took hold of the railing and started “pulling” herself up one step at a time, the stoned woman using all her strength to make it back to the top porch. Once she got there, Trudy found Jane in the kitchen making a pot of coffee.
” Oh thanks…that smells good.”, said the brunette.
” You could use a cup…me too.”
Jane poured a cup of the black brew for each of them and the girls returned to the back porch, leaning against the railing, the coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
“I hate people who let their dogs run lose at night.”, remarked Trudy.
” Did you make it bleed.”
” I think so…did you see how it ran off?”
” That was funny.”
Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from across the field.
Pointing at one of the buildings, Trudy said, ” That came from the same place we killed that jerk this afternoon.”
“I know…I see a light now in the window…so he’s got some lady living with him”
“The bitch finally got home…maybe she works as a “night girl”…, ha ha.”
” And he was gonna do it with us for twenty bucks…cheating on his wife or girlfriend…whoever she is.”
It didn’t take long and the girls heard sirens coming from Detroit until eventually three police cars came down West 83rd and quickly stopped before the building, the cops running out like crazy, racing up to the front entrance.
” You think they’ll ever get us?”, asked Jane.
” Nope.”, replied Trudy, sucking on her New Port.
” But I just realized something…aren’t we leaving fingerprints all over the place?”
” It doesn’t matter…our prints ain’t on file…so they don’t know who we are.”
” Um…OK.”
The girls spent the next half hour watching what was going on across the field until things got a little quiet, when Trudy said, ” Let’s give the pigs more work.”
Going back into the apartment, Trudy took a few uppers and snorted a little more coke, saying, ” Here…do the same thing…wake yourself up…we’re gonna go out again.”
All excited now, Trudy reached for the phone book and wrote down the number of the police department on a small piece of paper, shoving the note into her T-shirt pocket.
” What do you wanna do?”, asked Jane.
” Just follow me.”
After Jane took more dope, they locked the rear entrance and went out to the livingroom, where Trudy retrieved the pistol, put it into her purse, and both girls went downstairs to the car, Trudy parking her ass behind the wheel. She started the engine and slowly pulled away from the curb, driving toward Lake where the girl made a right and drove up to Detroit, finally going east.
Once they past West 65th, Trudy made a left into the next side street and drove a short while until the bitch pulled up along side the curb, parking before some house.
” What are we doing here?”
” Like I said…we’ll fuck with the pigs…watch this.”
The girls got out of the car and walked up the dark driveway. Like it was nothing, the brunette reached into her purse and produced the Luger. She knocked on the door, doing it over and over until someone answered.
” Put your hands up.”, said Trudy as she stood before the guy.
Surprised by the gun, the man did what the girl said.
” Now turn around and lead me to your phone…no tricks or you’re dead.”
” OK ma’am…OK…just please don’t shoot.”
The guy turned around and lead the two girls into the kitchen, where Trudy took the small piece of paper from her shirt pocket and said, ” Call this number…when they answer…give ‘em your address and say…” They’re gonna rob me…they’re gonna rob me…!”
Confused, the man nevertheless did what she said. After he dialed the number, he heard, ” Cleveland Police Department…how can I help you?”
” Um…I live at 7821 West 61st Street…they’re gonna rob me…, their gonna rob me…”
” Who…what’s the problem…is someone inside or outside your house?”, asked the lady receptionist.
Before the guy could say anything, Trudy pulled back at the trigger and shot him in the head, killing him, the guy falling over as the person at the other end of the line kept saying, ” Hello…Sir…are you there…hello…?”
” Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, exclaimed Trudy as she grabbed the piece of paper and walked toward the door.
Both girls quickly left the place and got back in the car. After Trudy started the engine, she drove down to Herman Avenue and made a right, slowly going up the street a few blocks until she simply pulled over to the curb, turned off the lights, and killed the engine. Reaching for the car’s cigarette lighter, Trudy fired up a fresh New Port and said, ” Hear that…now they’re coming…down from Detroit…ha ha!”
” So that’s the idea.”
” Of course…make the pigs feel like real jerks…we’ll do this a few more times…drive ‘em nuts.”
Fifteen minutes later, the bitch started the car again and drove the rest of the way to 58th street, where she made a right and went south, driving up to Franklin Avenue, where the girl made another right and headed west, driving along until she said, ” There…that guy…walking down the street.”
The brunette pulled up along side the curb and said the Jane, ” After I get out…you get behind the wheel…I’ll be right back.”
” OK.”
Trudy got out of the Impala and casually strolled up to a forty five year old man carrying a lunch bucket, saying, ” So you had to work the late shift today.”
Giving her a suspicious look, the man nevertheless replied, ” Yea…gotta take all the hours I can get.”
After she looked both ways, the nasty lady removed the gun from her purse, pointed it at him, and said, ” Get in the fucken car…now.”
Terrified by the gun, he complied with her wish, taking a seat next to Jane as Trudy got in the back, keeping the pistol aimed at his head.
” What do you want with me?”, asked the man.
” Just do what I tell you.”, said Trudy.
Jane pulled away from the curb and said, ” Where are we going?”
” Just drive up to 65th…then stop before he phone booth.”
” OK Trudy…no problem.”
When they got to the dark intersection, Trudy gave the paper to the man and said, ” Get out…go over to that phone and call that number…it’s the cops…so it’ll be a free call…when they answer…say… “They got a gun…they got a gun…help…I’m at the intersection of Franklin and West 65th”… OK?”
” Um…why…I don’t get it.”
“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”, screamed Trudy, waving the gun.
Frightened, he got out and walked over to the phone, dialing the number. The same lady got on the line, saying, ” Hello…Cleveland Police Department…can I help you?”
“They got a gun…they got a gun…help…I’m at the intersection of Franklin and West 65th…help!”
” Now hang up and give me back the paper.”
The man did what she said, when the bitch pulled the trigger and shot him in the heart. Five seconds later, he was dead as the Impala raced away and his body just laid there on the sidewalk.
” Keep going down to 85th…then turn left up to Madison.”
” OK.”
When they got to the Madison-85th Street intersection, Trudy said, ” Make a right and keep going till you reach that furniture store…you know what I’m talking about…right?”
” Yea.”
” Then pull in the lot behind the place.”
” OK.”
After Jane drove into the vacant parking lot, Trudy pointed forward and said, ” There…park under that tree…then kill the lights and motor…I know what’s gonna happen next.”
Sitting there in the dark, the girls fired up fresh cigarettes and did nothing for a few moments, when Jane said, ” I hear more sirens.”
” Yea…but we’re probably gonna hear something else too.”
” What?”
” Just listen.”
It didn’t take long and the blond said, ” OK…sounds like a helicopter.”
” Of course…but don’t worry…they make allot of noise…we’ll leave when it goes away…it’s only when he sees you that you’re fucked…before that…we got the edge.”
The helicopter sound got louder and louder until it was almost directly above them, shining a huge light down at the ground. However, it simply moved on, it’s sound fading away as Trudy leaned forward and turned on the radio, going through the stations until she heard, “…a manhunt’s in process…someone’s going around Cleveland’s near West side and killing people with a gun…if you don’t have anything important to do…stay inside.”
Looking over at the blond, Trudy said, ” Do we have anything important to do right now?”
A smile on her lips, Jane replied, ” Um…I don’t think so.”
” Then let’s go home…” said the brunette, “…the radio says there’s someone going around killing people…I’m scarred… ha ha!”
” That helicopter sounds like its real far away now.”
” Good…so let’s go…back home.”
Jane started the engine and pulled out of the lot, making a left back into Madison, where she drove down to 85th Street and made another left, driving toward Detroit.
” FUCK…SHIT…THE PIGS!”, yelled Jane with her eyes wide open, seeing a police car sitting in the middle of the Detroit and 85th Street intersection, it’s lights flashing with a cop standing next to the same cruiser.
” Just relax…Jane…take it easy…keep going…then slowly come to a stop…when he asks you what we’re doing out so late, just tell him we’re coming home from a trip outta town…visiting relatives…, then let me do the rest of the talking.”
When Jane stopped the car, the officer reached to his belt and produced a large flashlight, walking up to the Impala. He stood before the driver’s side and shined the light into Jane’s face, saying, ” Hello ma’am.”
” Hello Sir.”, replied the blond, her hands on the wheel as the cop also aimed the light at Trudy, the dark-haired girl greeting the man with a friendly smile.
To their surprise, the cop didn’t ask any questions, he simply said, ” You two better get home fast…there’s nut on the lose…running around shooting people…get inside and lock your doors…I’m serious.”
” OK officer…thank you.”, said Jane as the cop stepped back and waved them through, the blond driving the car the rest of the way down 85th, where she parked the thing before the pool as usual and they both got out.
Each girl had a dirty grin on her face as they went upstairs. Inside the livingroom, Jane bolted the door, saying, ” There…now its locked…the “nut” can’t get us now.”
Reaching down between her legs, Trudy held her crotch and said, ” Hmmm…there’s no nuts down there…I don’t feel any…guess we’re not “nuts”.”
” That was funny…he let us go right through.”
” Of course…like I said before…we’re girls…we don’t have “nuts”…they won’t suspect us…ha ha!!”
After Trudy put the gun back into the drawer, both cunts strolled back to the kitchen, where Trudy opened the inside door and Jane went over to the counter, making another pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed, Trudy took the whisky bottle from the refrigerator and poured a drink for herself and her friend. It didn’t take long and the coffee was finished, causing each girl to drink a cup. They fired up fresh cigarettes, took up the booze, and ventured out on the back porch, looking out at the eastern sky.
” Here it comes…the chopper.”
The helicopter flew overhead, still searching around with its huge light, flying over the street, going west, moving along until they could hardly hear it.
” He’ll be back in a few minutes.”
” When do you think they’ll give up tonight.”
” I don’t know…another hour or so…who cares.”
” Look over there…Trudy…on 83rd…between the houses…a cop car’s moving up the street…it’s got a spot light too.”
” Let ‘em look…they can search around till they drop dead…they ain’t gonna get us.”
” I hear the helicopter again…it’s coming back.”
Thirty seconds later, the machine flew over 85th street again, this time further to the south, working its way toward St. John’s Hospital and beyond.
Watching the thing move off into the distance, Trudy said, ” I got an idea…watch this…just keep an eye on the chopper…I bet I can make it turn around.”
Going into the kitchen, the bitch reached into her T-shirt pocket and removed the piece of paper with the police number on it, walking over to the phone, taking up the receiver and dialing the number.
” Hello…Cleveland Police Department.”, said that same lady.
” They’re gonna kill me…please help…I’m at West 65th and Detroit…please!!”
CLICK!
Trudy hung up the phone and ran out to the porch, standing next to Jane, both girls watching the helicopter still moving east when suddenly the thing made a sharp turn north, obviously moving toward the Detroit-65th Street intersection.
” HA HA HA!!’ roared the dark-haired cunt, “…look at that jerk…he turned around…he’s coming back…HA HA!”
” It’s like one of those remote control toy planes…it goes where ever you want it to…just push the lever.”
” Here…let me do it again.”
She ran back inside and dialed the police, this time disguising her voice, making it as deep as possible, pretentending to be an old man, saying, ” I’m at Lorain and 65th…they said they’re gonna shoot me…they’re gonna kill me!!”
After she quickly hung up the phone, Trudy went back outside and looked toward the horizon. Sure enough, the helicopter made a quick U-turn in the night sky and moved up toward Lorain Avenue, the thing finally hovering around one spot.
” HA HA HA!”. laughed the brunette as she and the blond both went back inside, pouring themselves another drink, firing up fresh cigarettes as well. They turned on the radio and heard “Mothers Little Helper” come over the speaker, causing Trudy to go over to the counter, open the drawer, and get some pills, both girls getting themselves stoned again, taking a whole bunch of downers.
As the music played away, Trudy began dancing around, bumping into this and that until she eventually made it back outside, staggering over to the steps, finally going down in the yeard, the girl still jumping and hopping around, acting like a total jerk, when suddenly someone from the house next door by the pool opened the door and yelled, ” Hey…why don’t you quiet down…it’s past two in the morning.”
Looking at the person, Trudy, ” Fuck you…if you don’t like it…, call the cops.”
” I did…they said they’re real busy now.”
“HA HA HA…”, cried the bitch, falling over as well, rolling to her side as she held her stomach and kept laughing like crazy, “…HA HA HA…HA HA..HEEE..HA HA…!!!”
” If you don’t stop…I’ll call ‘em tomorrow.”
” HA HA HA…!”
The girl laughed away until she said, ” Man…KISS MY ASS…MOTHER FUCKER!”
A frustrated look on his face, the guy simply closed the door and turned out the lights, going back to bed afterward.
It took her over fifteen minutes to get up again, when she slowly went over to the picnic table and parked her ass, Jane coming down as well, holding two cups of coffee in her hands, the blond sitting down next to the brunette. After they fired up fresh cigarettes, Jane said, ” We sure gave ‘em a big show tonight…didn’t we?”
” We sure did…but I don’t hear that stupid helicopter anymore…guess they finally gave up for the night…they’re tired…ha ha!”
” So what do you wanna do now…I’m not really tired…a little fucked up…but I still feel awake.”
” Let’s go over to the pool…fuck around there.”
” OK.”
Done with the coffee, the two bitches went upstairs, snorted some cocaine, grabbed the booze bottle, a few pills, and Trudy secured the little transistor radio to her hip. They finally went down the steps again and strolled through the passageway, raising their middle fingers at the house next door. When they stepped out onto the sidewalk, they went over to the field and strolled across the grass up toward the pool.
” This is the best place in the whole fucken world.”, remarked Trudy as she stepped up on the first bench and started dancing away as the radio played one tune after another.
A few minutes later, Trudy suddenly yelled out, ” THERE IT IS…OUR SONG…HERE IT COMES!”
Again, they heard Grace Slick, her voice going, ” One pill makes you larger…”
Singing along, Trudy followed the lyrics, saying, “…and one pill makes you small…and the ones that mother gives you don’t do anything at all…go ask Alice…when she’s ten feet tall…!”
As the song played out, Trudy arched her head back, screaming, ” THAT’S WHAT I WANNA BE…TEN FEET TALL…TWENTY FEET TALL…MORE AND MORE…I WANNA BE A GIANT!”
Reaching into her pocket, she produced a few pills and swallowed the stuff, getting herself worked up even more as another song came on, ” Be My Baby”, causing her to jump off the bench and run around in the field, holding her hands up, staring straight at the moon and the stars, yelling, ” IT’S SO GREAT TO BE FREE…FREE…I’M FREE…YEA!”
After taking a few pills herself, Jane did the same thing, running around in the grass until the two girls locked arms and went in circles, skipping and hopping to the music, always falling down now and then, tripping over each other, taking drinks from the bottle. Jane and Trudy finally ventured over to the narrow walkway between the school yard and the pool. They came out on the other side and walked toward the playground while the moon kept shining above, no one around except the two evil vixens, the girls moving across the lonely field, looking like two shadows, until they reached the swings, where they sat down and passed the bottle back and forth, drinking up the rest of the booze.
” The night is the time of mystery…forever hiding it’s eternal history…”
” What the fuck are you saying?’, asked Trudy, looking at Jane like she was crazy.
” I’m making up a poem about the night.”, replied Jane, smoking her cigarette.
” So now you’re gonna be a poet?”
” I think I can make up good poems.”
” How would you finish that one?”
” Um…”, said Jane, “…dark is the sky above…but the moon shines with its friendly love…”
” That’s no good.”, said Trudy, firing up a fresh cigarette.
” Yea…then let me hear you make up one.”
” There once was a girl called Trudy…some say she was a little moody…, but before she was laid the rest…the world had to say she was the best!”
” Ha ha…you’re so funny…that’s a conceited poem…you’re not supposed to right poems about yourself.”
” Why not…why fucken not?”, asked the brunette.
” I don’t know…I don’t think it’s done that often…doesn’t feel right.”
From the radio came the Shirelles, singing, “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?”
” Now there’s a good song.”, said the brunette.
” It’s deep…makes me feel like I’m in contact with something.”
” What?”
” I don’t know…something.”
The girls just sat there listening to the song, staring away into space, getting a little pensive, until the piece ended and Jane looked over at the school, saying, ” Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again.”
” Why?”
” So I could start all over.”
” You’d fuck it all up no matter what.”
” Not if I knew what I know now.”
” That ain’t gonna happen…it can’t happen…so forget it.”
” I just like to think about that stuff sometimes…that’s all.”
” Like I said…forget it.”
Holding the empty whisky bottle in her hand, Trudy got off the swing and strolled up to the back of the school building, suddenly arching her hand back and finally throwing the bottle threw the window, busting all the glass as the thing came crashing to the floor inside.
” Let’s go.”, said Trudy, both girls quickly walking out to Lake, where they turned left and strolled back to 85th street, turning right, walking back up to the apartment building.
” I don’t see a police car up on Detroit anymore.”
” Like I said…maybe they’re tired.”
” That’s funny, Trudy.”
” Whatever.”
Before they went up the front steps, Trudy reached over and opened the mail box that went with her apartment, reaching in and removing five envelopes, finally going up the steps and into the suite.
” What’s in the mail…we haven’t checked that box since we moved in.”, asked Jane.
” Um…nothing really…just a bunch of junk mail except for this one here.”
” What is it?”
” Looks like it’s addressed to the person who lived here before us…the address is right but it’s not for you and me…it’s for a “Lisa Evans”.”
” Open it up…see what it’s about.”
Trudy opened the letter and read, ” You bitch…you broke my heart…I never want to see or talk to you again. How can you don that, going out with someone else…never call me again…I’m not going out with you anymore…and I don’t owe you a penny.”
” Ha…”, said Jane, “…looks like she had boyfriend problems before she left.”
” There’s no return address on the envelope…he only signed it as Matt.”
” Well…too bad for Lisa and Matt…guess it just didn’t work out…, I wonder whose fault it was.”
” I don’t know…according to what he says it was her fault…but we don’t know why she cheated.”
Trudy threw everything into the waste basket and they ventured back to the kitchen, where they fired up fresh cigarettes and drank some pop, going out onto the back porch again, leaning against the railing as Jane said, ” It’s all dark over there across the field in that other apartment where we killed that guy.”
” I wonder if she left or if she’s sleeping there right now…what would you do?”
Jane replied, ” Um…I’d probably leave…spend the night at a relative’s place…wouldn’t you?”
” Depends if he had life insurance…if he had insurance written out to me…I’d stay and celebrate…if he didn’t, I’d leave and never come back.”
” You’re real funny.”
” I know…real funny.”, said the brunette.
” I’m getting tired now.”
” Yea me too.”, replied Trudy with a yawn.
About five minutes later, the girls turned around and went back inside, each girl taking a bath and finally going to sleep.
Chapter 10
Just laying there, the blond finally opened her eyes and stared forth until she looked over at the clock, seeing eleven fifteen. Feeling tired, worn out, and hungover, Jane slowly crawled out of bed, working her way to the kitchen, where the girl snorted up some of the white powder. A moment later, Trudy came around the corner, doing the same thing.
” We’re almost out.”, said the blond.
” Don’t worry…we got enough till we meet with Kevin again.”
Despite the morning fix, Jane found herself saying, ” I don’t know…something doesn’t feel right.”
” What do you mean?”
” It’s just a feeling…like this day ain’t gonna be good.”
” You need more shit…here…take a couple of these.”, said Trudy, walking over to the counter drawer, removing a pill bottle, giving Jane a few uppers, taking the stuff herself as well.
After the girls took the “medication”, they got more vivacious as Jane said, ” Yea…you’re right…I’m feeling better already.”
” It’s all about dope…”, replied Trudy, “…drugs in the morning…drugs in the evening…drugs all day long.., ha ha…!”
” Yea…sex, drugs, and rock-n-role.”
” That about describes us except for the sex…our “sex” isn’t the normal stuff…it’s not even sex at all…it’s domination…right?”
” We’re whores…that’s all that’s to it.”, said Jane as she made a pot of coffee and got some food ready, making breakfast and lunch in one.
“Not that bullshit again…we’re not whores.”
” OK…we’re just two drug addicts selling services that produce erotic responses in our clients.”
” Um…yea…that’s a little better.”
” Well…what do you wanna do today?”
” What we were talking about before…go to the airport…spend some money…then do some bar hoping.”
” Along Detroit?”
” Yea…that’s fine.”
They both sat down and started eating when suddenly the phone rang. Slowly, Trudy got up off her ass and went over to the phone, picking up the receiver, saying, ” Yea…what do you want?”
” Hi…I’m calling for a session…you called a few days ago about your new number…well…I’m ready now…is six tonight OK?”
” Yea…that’s fine…what’s your name…your voice sounds familiar?”
” I’m Shawn…I was with you back in March.”
” OK…I remember now…and Jane told you how to get here because we moved…right?”
” Oh yea…on 85th…two houses down from a swimming pool.”
” You got it…OK…I’ll see you at six.”
” Thanks.”
After she hung up the phone, Trudy sat down again, saying, ” You remember Shawn…right?”
” Yea I do…that was him?”
” Yep.”, replied the brunette, chewing on her food.
When they were done eating, Jane got up and cleared off the table, while Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette and venture out to the front porch, going over to the railing where she simply stood there and took in the nice weather. Looking down the street toward Lake Avenue, the bitch saw that same old guy sit there on his front porch, doing nothing but mind his own business.
A dirty smile on her face, Trudy went back inside and returned to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and removed another bottle of whisky, pouring a drink for herself and Jane, saying, ” Watch this…when you’re done with the dishes…join me on the front porch”
” OK…what are you gonna do?”, asked Jane as she quickly drank her share and went back to the dishes.”
” Watch.”
Trudy grabbed the phone book, went through the pages. After she found what she was looking for, the girl picked up the phone and dialed a number, hearing, “Hello…St. John’s Hospital…emergency service.”
” Help…I need an ambulance…there’s something wrong with my grandfather…please!”
” Where are you?”
” 1735 West 85th Street.”
” OK…we’ll send an ambulance right away.”
” Thanks!”
All excited, the cunt poured herself another drink and ran though the apartment, going out to the front porch. Finished with the dishes, the blond joined Trudy and said, ” I hear a siren now.”
” This is gonna be funny.”, replied the brunette, standing there with the drink in one hand and the cigarette in the other.
Less than two minutes later, an ambulance came speeding down 85th from Detroit, racing past the apartment building, and finally coming to a halt before the old guy’s house.
Two paramedics jumped from the emergency vehicle and ran up the steps, seeing the man just sit there, a surprised look on his face. And just like yesterday, the girls cracked up laughing as he sat there saying something to the paramedics until they quietly left, confusion and anger on their faces.
” Ha ha ha…”, said Trudy, “…that was funny…did you see that one guy…he almost tripped when he ran up the steps…ha ha ha!!”
” What do you wanna do now?”
” Um…what else could we do to bug that old man.”
” Call the fire department.”, suggested the blond.
” Yea…OK…wait here…I’ll be right back.”
Trudy ventured inside to the kitchen and called the fire department, telling them there’s a fire at the old guy’s address. When she returned to the front porch, the wicked cunt fired up a fresh cigarette and just stood there. Sure enough, they both heard a bunch of sirens off in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer.
” Hey Jane…look.”, said Trudy pointing over at the old man’s place.
” He’s getting up and looking down the street…he probably expects ‘em…ha ha!”
From Detroit came two fire trucks, charging down the street until they came to a halt before the man’s house. Going up to the first truck, the old man started talking to the driver as the girls stood there laughing, Trudy saying, ” There’s a whole bunch of people in the street now…everyone’s looking at his house…ha ha!”
A few minutes later, the fire trucks slowly moved away as the old guy just stood there by the curb, looking up and down the street, scratching his head now and then, trying to figure out what’s going on. Some people from next door and across the street ventured over, talking to the man, finally looking up and down the street themselves, pointing around and shrugging their shoulders until they finally left and the old man went inside.
Just sitting there on the front porch, Jane and Trudy did nothing really important until Jane said, ” Look at that.”
Staring over the railing, Trudy saw a police car slowly come to a halt before the old man’s house.
” Hey…”, said the blond, “…that’s the same pig who was here before when that bitch called the cops on us.”
Watching the cop go up the front steps, Trudy replied, ” Yea…but nothing’s gonna happen…what can he do…take a report and that’s it.”
After the officer knocked on the front door, the old guy answered and a few words were exchanged, the cop writing something down on his note pad. Finished taking the report, the officer went back down the steps and just stood there before his car, looking around.
” What’s that pig doing?”, said Jane.
” He’s just standing there…staring at all the houses up and down the street.
” He’s looking this way.”, said the blond.
” Yea…and now he’s walking toward our place…what could he want?”
” What should we do?”
” If he comes here…just let me do the talking.”
The cop strolled up to the front of the apartment building and rang Jane and Trudy’s door bell.
” Fuck!”, exclaimed the blond as both girls went inside, Trudy strolling over to the intercom.
” Hello…who is it?”, said the brunette.
” Police…can I talk with you for a moment?”
” Um…OK.”
Trudy buzzed him in and the guy went up the steps and finally knocked.
” Hello officer.”, said Jane.
” Hi…can I come in?”
” Sure.”
He stepped inside and said, ” The reason why I’m here is because a gentleman down the street just filed a report…he says someone keeps playing jokes on him…calling taxi cabs and even the fire department to his place as a prank…you wouldn’t know anything about this…would you?”
” Why are you asking us?”, said Trudy, a angry sound to her voice.
” Because I remember you two from a couple of nights ago…I was here two times…remember.”
” So…that doesn’t prove shit.”
” Yea…but when I was here the second time…you two were acting real crazy…these pranks fit with…well…you know…!”
” I don’t know shit…you got no proof…and we didn’t really do much the last time…that bitch made up stories about us…and besides…she just moved away.”
” Oh really?”, asked the cop.
” Yea…and we’re glad…so you can leave too…if you don’t have any proof…then leave us alone.”
” OK…I’m leaving…but there’s something fishy here…I think I’m gonna talk to my supervisor about you two.” The cop was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly looked down, thought about something for a second, and then asked, “What’s your opinion about what happened in this neigborhood last night…the killings…I’m sure you heard about it on TV or the radio.”
” Yea…we did…why are you asking us about that stuff…we only know what they say about it on the news.”
Nodding his head, the officer said, ” OK…sorry for the visit…just don’t make any more noise…OK.”
” Yea yea.”, replied Trudy as the cop turned around and left, going back to his car, finally driving away.
” Damn fucken pigs…”, remarked Trudy, “…they’re nothing but a pain in the ass.”
” But you’re sure they’ll never bust us? Why did he asked us about the killings.”
” Don’t worry…we’ll be OK….they always do stuff like that…they can’t prove shit.”
Feeling more relaxed now, Jane said, ” So let’s go to the airport…take the rapid.”
” Yea…let’s have some fucken fun.”, said the brunette as she strolled back to the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of cash and a bottle of pills, stuffing it all into her jean pocket.
After they fired up fresh cigarettes, snorted a little coke, and had a drink, the girls locked up and left, strolling down the front steps, the transistor radio attached to Trudy’s belt. Out on the sidewalk, they turned left and headed up the street, walking past the pool, going up to Detroit.
” Hey look…Trudy…”, said Jane, “…Red Barn’s open…that was fast…you would think it’d be closed for a day or so after what we did last night.”
” It was probably closed a few hours earlier this morning…them greedy bastards wanna make money…they probably called in some other manager to take his fucken place.”
” Let’s get a shake.”
” OK.”
The girls quickly went across the street and entered the place, looking around, Trudy saying, ” That was fast…it’s all cleaned up…wow.”
Up at the counter, they each ordered a vanilla shake and left the place, crossing the street again, slowly walking up to the West 98th Street rapid transit station.
When they got there, they finished off the milkshake, tossed the empty cups into the street, and entered the booth, each girl buying a ticket. They went down a long flight of steps, finally standing on the platform, waiting for the electric train to arrive.
As she stood there, Trudy turned on the radio and the song “Ticket to Ride” came over the speaker. Looking down at the ticket in her hand, the brunette remarked, ” Yea…that’s exactly what “she” has…a ticket to ride.., ha ha.” Getting into the music now, the girl began dancing all over the place, jumping up on the bench now and then as well, singing along with the lyrics.
” I see the train.”, said the blond.
Trudy went to the edge of the platform and replied, ” Yep…here it comes.”
” It’s been a while since I’ve used the rapid.”, said Jane.
” Me too…”, answered Trudy as the train pulled into the station, finally coming to a halt with its doors sliding open.
Quickly, the two bitches stepped inside, gave their tickets to the conductor, and finally strolled to the middle of the car, taking a seat, Jane by the window. A few moments later, the thing started moving again.
” Wouldn’t it be cool if we could derail one of these things…that would be funny.”
” How would you do it?”
” I don‘t know…put something on the track…or fuck it up some other way.”
” That would give the news people more to talk about.”
The train stopped next at Trisket and then moved on again as Trudy reached into her pocket and produced the small pill bottle, dumping four uppers into her hand, taking two and giving the others to Jane who also swallowed the drug.
After she returned the bottle to her pocket, the pill took effect while the radio played, ” Hang On Sloopy” , causing the brunette to get up and start dancing up and down the aisle, singing along with the radio, her ass falling down to some of the vacant seats now and then until suddenly the girl accidentally stepped on some guy’s foot.
” Hey lady…”, yelled the forty year old man, “…why don’t you sit down and turn that garbage off.”
” Fuck you…jerk.”, said Trudy in response.
“You’re the jerk…now get away from me.”
” Are you married?”, asked the crazy brunette.
” What’s it to you?”
” Because…you’re either single or married to some ugly hag…that’s why you’re fucken mad at me.”
” CONDUCTOR…CONDUCTOR!”, yelled the man.
The guy in the uniform came over and said, ” Young lady…please sit down…you’re not supposed to be walking around when the train’s in motion.”
Intoxicated by the pills, Trudy replied, ” Fuck you…here…suck on this!”
She raised her shirt and exposed her tits! For a moment, the guy was impressed with the girl’s beautiful breasts but he finally pulled himself together and said, ” Get off at the next stop.”
” You can’t do that.”
” Get off or I’ll have the police waiting for you at the next stop.”
Wasting no time, Jane quickly raised her nice ass and marched over, saying, ” OK sir…we’ll be getting off like you said…no problem.”
” I don’t wanna fucken get off.”, insisted Trudy.
Jane whispered to Trudy, ” C’mon…he’ll call the cops…we don‘t need that…we’ll get off and then get on again…don’t worry.”
” Yea…yea.”, was all the brunette said as Jane escorted her to the door, the train finally coming to a halt, both girls stepping out on the lonely platform.
“FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU…CREEP…GO TO HELL!”, yelled Trudy after the train as it slowly moved away.
Looking around, Jane said, ” Where are we anyway?”
” Um…Puritas…we’re at the Puritas station.”
” All right…let’s go up the steps there…buy another ticket and then come back down.”
Going up the stairs, Trudy said, ” This is shit…now we gotta pay double.”
” Just take it easy the next time…try to be quiet.”
” Yea…OK.”
They stepped out onto the street and then reentered the booth, each girl buying another ticket, finally going back down to the same platform.
” What are you doing now?”, asked Jane, watching the brunette hop from the platform down to the tracks, picking up some rocks.
” I hat those pigeons…can’t stand ‘em.”, answered Trudy as she threw rocks at the birds, hitting one of them.
” C’mon…I hear the train…it’ll be coming around that bend…get off the tracks before you get run over.”
” Ha…nothing would happen to me…all I’d do is stand here and show the train my tits…then it’ll stop…ha ha!”
” Very funny…c’mon.”, said Jane, extending her hand.
After Jane pulled the dark-haired girl back to safety, the train finally arrived thirty seconds later and both girls got on board.
” You sit by the window this time.”, insisted the blond.
” OK.”
When the girls were both seated and the train moved along, Trudy looked out the window and said, ” I see a bunch of smoke stacks in the distance.
” We’re coming up to Brookpark…by the Ford plant.”
” People make good money working there…don’t they?”
” Yea…maybe we should apply.”
” Doing what?”
” I don’t know…put car parts together…something like that…or maybe work in the office.”
” That would stink…having to get up every fucken morning and go to work…it’s better being a dominatrix…we can stay up late and do our own thing…people who work ain’t got a life.”
” I guess not.”
” I heard they got allot of DPs working there.”
” Yea…that’s where they make the money to buy all the apartment buildings on West 85 Street.
” Whatever.”, said Trudy as she just sat there, the train making its last stop before the Airport, quickly moving off again.
Finally, the electric train entered a long dark underpass, moving along for another five whole minutes until the thing came to a halt at the end of the line, causing Jane to say, ” Bet that’s what it’s like right before you go to hell…the down bound train…the last ride into the dark abyss.”
” I wonder if there’s a special place for me down there?”
” Maybe.”
” What if the devil’s really a woman…a wicked evil dominatrix…siting there on her throne with her stiletto boots and her whip?”, said Trudy.
” Then we should get along real good with her…she’ll have jobs for us…you especially.”
” Yea…OK…well…let’s go.”, said Trudy as she raised her ass and the two girls got off the train, walking through two large glass doors leading out to the Airport’s huge waiting area, a large window in the distance, allowing them to see planes come and go.
” Cool place…it’s been a long time since I’ve been here.”, said Jane as they went up to the window, looking out at the runway.
” Maybe we should get on a plane…go somewhere else.”
” Where?”
” I don’t know…I’m just saying a bunch of crap…we’ll never leave Cleveland…we’re stuck here forever.”
” Overthere…”, said Jane, pointing forth, “…there’s a bar and restaurant.”
” OK…yea…let’s go.”
Jane and Trudy strolled over to the place and entered, going up to the front area where Jane said, ” They got everything here…it’s like a McDonald’s that sells booze.
Pointing up at the menu, Trudy said, ” Um…we’ll take two of those strawberry pies…two vanilla shakes, and two glasses of whisky.”
” OK…that’s six fifty.”
Trudy paid the lady who said, ” Please take a seat over there by that table…your order’ll be there in a few minutes.”
” OK.”, said Jane as the two girls strolled over, finally sitting down.
It didn’t take long and another lady came over holding a large tray, placing their stuff down in front of them. After the woman turned around and left, the girls quickly drank the booze and reached for the pie, eating away, while Trudy asked, ” What do you wanna do after we’re done here.”
” Bum around…check out the gift shop and shit.”
” Maybe they got something we can use.”
” I don’t think so.”
Finished with the pie, they took a couple of more pills, grabbed their milkshakes, and left the place, walking over to the gift shop, looking around at the stuff, when Trudy walked up to a rack and said, ” They got a bunch of post cards here of Cleveland.”
” And here’s one of Edgewater Park…and the lighthouse.”, remarked Jane.
The pill and the drink were having their effect, causing Trudy to grab one of the post cards and say, ” They even got one here of a woman in a bikini…laying on the beach.”
” She’s pretty…she’d make a lot of money if she was in our line of work…more than us.”
” What’s that supposed to mean…”, asked Trudy, “…that she’s better looking than us?”
” Um…ah…I don’t know…I was just saying things.”
After staring at the picture, Trudy looked over to the side and saw some guy standing a few feet away. The bitch marched over and said to the man, ” Is she better looking than me?”
At first, the guy was confused by Trudy’s direct question, but he finally looked down at the card and said, ” Um…ah…I don’t know…what do you want me to say?”
She gave him an irritated look and then reached for her shirt, pulling it up over her breasts, exposing herself, saying, ” Here…my tits are better than hers…c’mon…any fool can see that.”
He smiled and looked embarrassed at the same time, saying, ” OK…yea…you’re right…you look allot better…oh yea.”
” That’s right.”, replied the brunette.
Suddenly, some other lady by the register pointed at Trudy and said to the person behind the counter, ” This is ridiculous…get that woman outta here…she’s exposing her chest!”
” Ah ma’am…”, yelled the employee at Trudy, “…please stop that and leave.”
Trudy tossed the card down to the side and simply strolled over to the counter, her shirt still raised. While holding the shake in her hand, she asked, “What…what are you talking about?”
” I’ve never seen anything like this before.”, said the lady as she turned around and stormed out, disgust written all over her face.
The guy at the register made a sigh and pointed at the door, saying, ” Ma’am…please…you gotta go.”
Slurping away at the shake, Trudy replied, ” You like ‘em…I know you do…why don’t you suck on ‘em…c’mon…I dare you…come around that counter and shove your face in my chest…do it.”
” Let’s go, Trudy…it’s time to leave.”, said Jane as the blond pulled down at the brunette’s shirt, leading her from the gift shop.
Outside, Trudy laughed, saying, ” That was fucken funny…did you see the look on that guy’s face…I had him under my control…he didn’t know what to do or say.”
” It was funny…but don’t do that again…somone’ll call security.”
” Fuck security.”, answered Trudy as both girls took a seat, just sitting there with their milkshakes.
Less than two minutes later, they suddenly heard a man yell, ” HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA TAKE…I’VE BEEN HERE ALMOST AN HOUR…!!”
Looking across the large spacious room, the girls stared at the “United Air Lines” reception desk, a bunch of people standing there, waiting their turn, anger and frustration on their faces.
” I’m sorry, Sir…”, said the guy working behind the counter, “…one of our flights is delayed…everything should be OK in a short while.”
” What’s a “short while”?”, replied the angry customer, the man in his early fifties, wearing a suit and tie.
” About five or ten more minutes.”
The customer didn’t say anything after that, he just stood there in line, six other people in front of him, the employee working as hard and fast as he could to keep the line moving, dealing with all the delays and problems.
A wicked smile on her face, Trudy leaned over to Jane and said, ” I got an idea…what’s that guy’s name…what does it say on his name badge…, the man working there?”
Jane strained her eyes a little and answered, “Ah…looks like it says Anthony Hart.”
” OK…I’ll be right back…hold my shake.”
Nodding her head, Jane replied, ” I knew you’re gonna get an “idea”.”
” Like I said…I’ll be back…just watch that guy behind the counter…after he gets a phone call.”
Trudy raised her nice ass and walked away, strolling through the main area until she turned a corner and went over to a public pay phone, grabbing the nearby phone book.
As fast as she could, the girl looked up ” United Air Lines” and found the Airport’s number, putting a dime into the slot and dialing the reception desk.
” Hello…United Air Lines…how can I help you?”, said a man’s voice, the same guy she was looking at a few moments ago.
Using a very serious tone of voice, Trudy replied, ” Mr. Anthony Hart…, my name’s Cindy Oliver…I work for United’s regional office and I’m here now with your supervisor…I want you to go to the employee lounge…we got some things to talk about…there’s been too many complaints about you.”
” I don’t understand, ma’am…no one said anything before.”
” We want you in the lounge now…or you can forget about your job.”
” The lounge is on the other side of the airport and I got a whole bunch of customers here.”
” Don’t worry…someone’s coming now to relieve you while we talk to you…leave now…just apologize to them and go…I’m serious about this.”
” Yes ma’am…I’ll be there right away.”
After Trudy hung up the phone, she strolled back to where Jane was seated, parking her ass next to the blond, taking back her shake, saying, ” I don’t see Anthony…he’s gone….ha ha!”
” He got a phone call…then he hung up and told everyone someone else’ll be here in a few moments…then he walked away.”
” I looked up the number in the phone book…told him I’m someone important in the company…wanna talk to him right away in the lounge on the other side of the airport.”
” You’re funny, Trudy.”
” All the people are gonna stand there like jerks…it’ll take him fifteen minutes to get back…I mean…he’s gonna be looking around asking questions…taking up allot of time…ha ha!”
They both slouched back in their chairs and each girl sucked away at her shake, watching all the people stand there, getting more and more impatient until that same guy complained again, saying to the other people, ” This is bullshit…what kind of service do they have here anyway…I can’t believe this…there’s nobody here now.”
The other customers just stood there and nodded their heads while Jane and Trudy forced themselves not to laugh out loud, the girls enjoying the whole show until the employee finally returned, hearing, ” What is this…I thought you said it’ll take only five or ten minutes…now its over twenty and I’m still standing here like a fool.”
” I’m sorry…but there was some kind of confusion.”
” Sorry…sorry…that’s all you know how to say.”, replied the angry man.
The line got moving again and that same irate customer was finally standing directly behind the counter, hearing from the employee, ” Here you go Sir…here’s your ticket…the flight should be here in a half hour…please take a seat over there…and for whatever its worth…I again apologize.”
” Yea, yea.”, answered the man as he dropped off his luggage and went over to the seat.
After the employee guy put a name tag on the man’s luggage, Trudy whispered, ” Hey Jane…see that luggage thing…that conveyer…it’s taking his suitcase away…it’s moving real slow…I got another idea…watch this…hold my shake.”
Rolling her eyes, the blond said, ” OK…whatever.”
At casual pace, acting like she was looking at something else, the brunette quietly strolled over to the conveyor and glanced down at the guy’s luggage, reading his name on the tag, after which the girl walked away and finally turned the corner, strolling over to the pay phone, looking up the airport’s general information number.
” Hello…Hopkins International Airport…how can I help you?”, said some lady.
” You’re the main information desk in the middle of the airport lobby…, right?”
” Yes ma’am.”
” I got an emergency…please page Mr. Donald Edwards to your desk…call him over the intercom…it’s an emergency.”
” What’s this about?”
” I can’t explain now…I’ll meet him there…just call him…please…, it’s important.”
” OK ma’am…I’ll do that.”
” Thanks.”
Trudy hung up the phone and started walking back, suddenly hearing, ” Mr. Donald Edwards…Mr. Donald Edwards…please come to the main information desk…this is an emergency…Mr. Donald Edwards.”
As she strolled back to her seat, she saw the man quickly move off in the opposite direction, obviously headed to the information area.
” Let me guess…”, said Jane as Trudy sat back down and grabbed her shake, “…his name’s Donald Edwards and you called the main desk to page him.”
” Man..are you smart, Jane.”
They just sat there for fifteen minutes until the guy returned, a very angry expression on his face. After he sat down, Trudy said, ” Let’s piss him off some more…he looks like he’s about to explode…one more thing and he’ll go nuts.”
” What do you wann do?”
” Simple…we’re almost done with the milkshake…let’s go over there and sit down next to him, then start sucking up what’s left at the bottom of the cup…make that sound…you know…that gross snorting sound when you’re at the bottom of a shake, sucking it up with the straw.”
“OK.”
The girls got up and walked over, finally parking their butts next to the guy, Trudy right next to him with Jane one seat over.
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
It went for over a minute until the guy’s head started moving and forth while he kept shifting his position in the chair, getting more and more uptight. Finally, the man quickly stood up and marched back to the United Air Lines reception desk, screaming at the employee, ” I WANT MY MONEY BACK…WHAT’S WITH THIS PLACE…FIRST YOU MAKE ME WAIT FOREVER, THEN THEY CALL ME UP FRONT FOR SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST…THIS PLACE STINKS…I WANT MY MONEY BACK…I’LL TAKE A TRAIN TO FLORIDA…THERE’ NO WAY I’M GETTING ON A PLANE WITH YOU JERKS!”
” But Sir…please…everything’ll be OK.”
” I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”
Seeing the look in the man’s eye, the employee finally said, ” OK…I’ll call for your luggage…I don’t think it’s on the plane yet…it’ll be here in a moment…and I’ll refund your money.”
“GOOD!”
It didn’t take long and some other guy in work clothes arrived with the angry man’s suitcase. After the man grabbed his luggage and got his money, he stormed out of the airport, going through the main doors.
” That was fucken funny.”, said Trudy as the two bitches stood up and threw away the empty cups.
Walking along, they turned the corner, when Trudy pointed at something saying, ” Look…its one of those emergency phones.”
” Now what?”, said the blond.
Looking back and forth, Trudy waited for a crowd of people to go by until she was alone, going up to the thing and grabbing the receiver.
” Hello…Airport Emergency.”, said some guy.
” Quick…there’s a fire by the United Air Lines desk…hurry!”
After she hung up, the girls walked off moving away from the emergency phone until they saw a bunch of guys run toward them, passing the girls up, each guy dressed in a fire fighter’s suit, holding a bunch of equipment in his hands. Turning around, the girls went back around the corner and watched from a distance as the firemen ran up to the desk and came to a halt, confusion on the Air Line employee’s face.
” Ha ha…look at him…he doesn’t know what’s going on…he looks real surprised…ha ha!”, said Jane.
” Now’s the time to start a real fire.”, said Trudy, the two girls going over to the lady’s restroom.
Inside the place, Trudy went into one of the stalls and started unrolling a bunch of toilet paper until she had a huge ball of the stuff, taking it over to the wastebasket, where the bitch stuffed the paper into the small container and reached into her pocket, producing her cigarette lighter. Wasting no time, she set the paper on fire and then both girls quickly left, strolling toward the other end of the Airport, when suddenly they heard an alarm go off and again they saw all those guys with the fire fighting equipment, running toward the lavatory as a bunch of smoke came forth.
” We’re sure giving ‘em a lot of work today…aren’t we.”, said Trudy.
” Yea…but let’s go now…before they figure out who’s causing it all.”
“OK…back to the rapid…and we didn’t even spend much money.”
” There’s nothing to buy here…let’s get off at 117th…walk down to Detroit…then bar hop our way to 85th.”
” All right…that’s what we had in mind anyway.”
At a casual pace, Jane and Trudy walked over to the rapid transit entrance and went through the glass doors, finding a train sitting there. They bought their tickets and got on board, walking up to a seat, where Jane sat on the window side.
” Man…when is this fucken thing gonna get moving…we’ve been sitting here for ten minutes already.”
” It’ll get going.”, answered Jane.
Sure enough, a minute later, the rapid started moving along, going through the long tunnel until finally daylight came through the windows. After the train made a few stops, Trudy reached into her pocket and produced some more pills, taking a few, also giving some to Jane, after which the brunette reached down to her belt and turned on the little transistor radio, hearing “Wild Thing” come over the speaker.
Under the influence as always, Trudy got up and started dancing away with the music, going up and down the aisle, making a big jerk of herself until she got the conductor’s attention, who said, “Ma’am…please sit down.”
” Fuck you.”, replied the girl.
” Sit down or you’ll have to get off at the next station.”
” C’mon…Trudy…sit down…you’ll get us kicked off the train again.”
” NO…I didn’t do anything…fuck that asshole.”
” You’re getting off at the next stop.”, said the conductor.
” And how are you gonna make me.”, answered Trudy.
” By calling the police.”
It didn’t take long and the train came to a halt at the Trisket station, when the conductor repeated himself as the door slid open, ” Get off the train.”
” Fuck you.”
Getting up herself, Jane pulled Trudy by the arm, dragging her out o the platform, after which the doors closed and the train moved away.
” You got us kicked off the train again.”, said the blond.
” It was all his fault…not mine…what a creep…what the hell did I do?”
” Now we gotta go up and buy another ticket.”
” Where the fuck are we anyway?”
” Ah…Trisket.”
” The next stop is 117th…right?”
” Yea.”
” Then we’ll walk there along the tracks…it ain’t far…I ain’t gonna give ‘em another fucken penny.”
Stepping off the platform, they started walking east, moving away from the station. When they were halfway between Trisket and 117th Street, Jane said, ” I hear a train coming.”
” Good…cause I wanna give ‘em a piece of my fucken mind.”
Quickly, the brunette grabbed a bunch of rocks and both girls darted into the nearby brush, waiting for the electric train to go by. As the thing moved past them, Trudy stood up and started throwing the stones at the train, screaming, “FUCK THE RAPID TRANSIT…FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU!”
Despite her anger, nothing really happened. The rocks just bounced off the train as it moved along, both girls back up on the tracks again, walking toward the West 117th Street station. When they got there, Jane and Trudy crawled on the platform and went up the steps, finally coming out on the street, where they went north, walking toward Madison Avenue.
” There’s a bar right there…across the street.”, said Jane.
” Let’s go in…have a drink.”, replied Trudy as both girls went over and entered the place, seeing no one around except the bartender and some other man sitting behind a table a few feet away.
They went up to the counter and Jane said, ” Just two shots of whisky.”
” No problem.”, answered the guy as he got their stuff ready, finally giving each girl her drink, taking the money afterward.
” Not many people here.”, mentioned Trudy.
” It gets busy a little later…after seven.”, replied the bartender.
” Oh…OK.”
After they fired up cigarettes, the girls just sat there and the bartender went to the other end of the counter, doing something else.
While Trudy sat there, the girl turned around for a moment and noticed the other guy was watching her, the man looking away again as soon as their eyes met. Returning her attention to the bar, Trudy did nothing for a few monuments, when she again turned around, again seeing that he was watching her.
” That guy there keeps looking at us.”
Turing around for a second and then looking back at Trudy, Jane said, ” Maybe he likes us.”
” Yea…I think so.” Leaning closer to the blond, the brunette said, ” Here’s what we’ll do…we’ll lure him over to that motel next door…, then when we’re all inside…I’ll hit him over the head with something…we’ll steal all his money…then after we tie him up…we’ll wake him…we’ll humiliate the guy for a while before I kill him.”
” How you gonna kill him?”
” The same way I’ll knock him out…just do it harder and more than once…you know…bash his fucken head in.”
” You sure?”
” Of course…don’t be such a baby.”
” OK.”
Trudy finished off her drink and slowly raised her nice ass, walking over to the table where the guy sat, Jane following after her.
When she got to the table, Trudy asked, ” Why are you watching us?”
” Um…ah…I’m not watching you.”, replied the thirty five year old man.
” Yea you are…you’ve been watching us the whole time we came in here.”
” I wasn’t.”
” Yea you were…you were watching me because I got nice TITS…right?”, said Trudy as she suddenly raised her shirt, exposing her breast to the man.
” Um…ah…”, stuttered the guy.
Before he could say much of anything else, Trudy pulled her shirt back down and turned around, reaching for her belt, saying, ” Or is it because I got a nice ASS?”
He didn’t know what to do as Trudy stood there, pulling down at her jeans and panties, shoving her naked butt right into his face, shaking her ass back and forth a little!
The brunette finally pulled up her clothes and both cunts sat down next him.
“Fifty bucks…c’mon…”, said Trudy, “…you can have both us for a half hour…we’ll do it over there in that motel…just go in first…get a room and we’ll meet you in the back…then let us in…c’mon…we need money.”
“Um…well…OK.”, answered the fool as a smile formed on his lips.
” Good…so go over there and do what we told you.”
” Ah…can we make it forty…I gotta pay for the room…that cost money too.”
” Man I swear…everyone’s so fucken cheap these days…”, replied Trudy, finally saying, “…OK…forty…but that’s it…we ain’t going lower that that.”
” No Problem.”, said the man as he quickly finished off his drink, got up, and left, walking over to the motel on 117th street, the place a few houses down from the bar.
” Ha…what a jerk.”, said Trudy as the two girls sat there alone for five minutes, giving the guy enough time.
Eventually, Jane and Trudy walked out of the bar and also strolled over to the motel. They went up a driveway and walked through the back lot, seeing a bunch of doors with numbers on them. Finally, one of them opened and there stood the guy, waving to the girls. Smiling back at the man, the girls walked over and entered the room as the guy quickly closed the door.
Standing there, Trudy took note of a small lamp on a nightstand, the thing having a sturdy metal base.
” Let’s see the money.”, said Jane.
” Sure.”, replied the “customer” , reaching for his wallet and producing the cash.
After the blond shoved the money into her pocket, Trudy said, ” Well…time to get naked…yea…all three of us…ha ha!”
The man started to take off all his clothes while Jane and Trudy did the same, the girls removing everything except for their black western boots, slipping their jeans and panties over the leather, both cunts just standing there now with their hands on their hips.
” So what’s your opinion about my tits?”, said Jane, reaching for her own breasts, squeezing them together for a moment.
” They’re nice too.”, answered the man as his cock swelled up and he turned around, walking over to the blond, taking hold of her tits, feeling them for a short while until he eventually leaned forward a little and pressed his face into Jane’s naked chest, his back toward the dark-haired girl.
A dirty smile on her face, Trudy went over to the nightstand, unplugged the lamp, and then grabbed it, going over to the man. The girl raised the metal thing over her head and quickly brought it down over the back of his skull, knocking him out, the guy falling down to the floor with his eyes closed.
” Look at that…”, said Trudy, “…he’s loosing his erection…his dick’s falling over to the side…just like he fell over…ha ha!”
Going to his pants, Jane removed his wallet, opened it, and said, ” He’s got sixty five more dollars in here.”
” Bastard…they’re all alike…always trying to cheat us…we’re worth more than forty…but that’s OK…because now we got all his money.”
” So how do you wanna do this?”, asked Jane.
” Here”, replied Trudy as the naked girl marched over to the bed and removed the sheet, tearing it into a couple of long strips. The young lady returned to the unconscious man and got to work, tying his wrists together behind his back, also securing his ankles with the second piece of cloth.
After she rolled him to his back, the wicked brunette strolled into the bathroom, grabbed the small plastic wastebasket, and filled the thing with cold water, coming back to the man who was obviously still laying there. Trudy dumped and splashed the water right down into his face, causing his eyes to slowly open, the guy coughing a little until he moaned, ” Ahhhh…, my head…what happened.”
Looking up, he saw the two naked bitches stand there, each girl smoking a cigarette now.
Again, the guy said, ” What happened?”
” Can’t you tell…jerk…you’re all tied up…I hit you over the head.”
It took a few more moments until the man got himself together, saying, ” Um…why…I don’t understand.”
” You lied to us.”, said Jane.
” What do you mean?”
Looking down at him, Trudy replied, ” You could afford more than forty…we found sixty five more bucks in your wallet.”
Getting angry now, he snapped, ” You don’t have the right to do that…now untie me.”
” Oh yea?”, said Trudy.
” Yea…or I’ll report this when it’s all over.”
” It’ll be over all right…but you won’t report shit after I kill you.”
” C’mon…untie me or I’ll scream out.”
Trudy walked over to a picture hanging from the wall, throwing it down to the floor, cracking the glass and taking up a piece, after which the girl went back to the man and squatted before his mid section, saying, “I think I’ll cut your dick off…how’s that?”
” You’re joking…you can’t be serious.”
Looking up at Jane, Trudy pointed at the bed, causing the girl to go over and take hold of the pillow, removing the cover, tearing it in half and tying the two ends together. At a casual pace, Jane strolled into the bathroom and grabbed a whole bunch of toilet paper, coming back to the guy, stuffing all the bathroom tissue into his mouth, finally securing the strip of cloth around his head, covering his lips with it so he can’t eject the paper.
His eyes went wide open as Trudy slowly moved the broken piece of glass toward his cock, the girl taking his dick into her hand, stretching it out a little, the bitch constantly staring into his face the whole time, an evil smile forming on her lips while the sharp thing got closer and closer!
” You really do it?”, said Jane.
” Of course…here it goes!”
She moved the glass forward and pressed it against his flesh, rubbing it back and forth a few times until a bunch of blood poured out and sweat formed on his forehead. It didn’t take long and the girl finally removed his dick, holding it up, showing it to the victim, saying, ” Well…that’s that…bet you’re feeling real good right now…ha ha!”
The guy squirmed around in pain as Trudy dropped his bloody dead cock to the floor and stood up, making a few steps forward until the bitch squatted over his head. A second later, she pissed away, peeing and peeing into his face, some of the urine getting into his eyes, burning the man, making it hard for him to see. When she was done, Trudy got up and said, ” It’s your turn Jane.”
Doing the same thing, the blond squatted over his face and pissed, relieving herself as well, pissing out more than Trudy, the warm yellow stuff running down the side of his head onto the floor!
After Jane was done, the blond stood up and moved away, while Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette, pointed down at the helpless guy, and said, “Look at him…he’s got his dick cut off and his face is full of piss…HA HA HA…HA HA HA!!”
Finished laughing, the sadistic cunt walked up to the guy and raised her right boot over his face, quickly bringing it down, smashing the heel into his left eye, doing it again and again, the bottom of her boot going all over his face, crashing down like a hammer, until she finally grabbed the metal lamp and hit him with it, striking his head over ten times, crushing his skull, obviously killing him.
Like it was nothing, Trudy ventured into the bathroom and went up to the tub, where she used the shower hose to rinse all the blood and piss from her boots, slowly returning to the blond, saying, ” We got a few extra bucks again…we’re making out OK.”
” You sure gave it to him.”, replied Jane.
” I know…and it was fun too…maybe we’ll do it again…nothing like having a good time…right?”
” Um…I guess.”
” OK…let’s put our clothes back on.”
” And what about him?”
” Who gives a shit…they’ll find him in a few hours or so…whenever someone else comes to rent the room…we’ll be OK…no one saw us go in here.”
” All right.”, replied the blond as they both got dressed.
Their clothes back on, Trudy slowly opened the door and looked outside, saying, ” It’s clear…let’s go.”
At a casual pace, they left the building and kept walking down 117th street.
Less than three minutes later, a ten year old child came running across the street toward them, holding a cardboard box in his hand. When he stood before the two girls, the kid said, ” Excuse me ladies…would you like to buy a candy bar…it’s for the fund drive at my school.”
Giving Jane a dirty smile, Trudy said to the boy, ” Sorry…we have no money right now.”
As they kept walking the kid said, ” Oh please…they’re only a dollar…buy one…PLEASE!”
Coming to a halt, Trudy stood there, staring down at the kid, finally saying, ” So what kind do you sell?”
Reaching into the box, the kid produced a large chocolate bar and replied, ” It’s this kind.”
” Let me see…”, said the girl, taking the thing away from him.
Holding it before her face, the bitch unwrapped the thing, finally sticking it into her mouth and biting off a piece, quickly eating the whole candy bar right before the kid’s eyes.
She started walking again as the kid followed, the brunette saying, ” Yea Jane…he’s right…good stuff.” A second later, she looked down at the boy and said, ” Well thanks for the candy…have a nice day.”
” Um…you owe me a dollar?”, insisted the child.
” Why?”, answered Trudy, teasing the boy.
” Because you just ate it all.”
” You told me they’re free…isn’t that right, Jane?”
” Yea…he said they’re free.”
” No I didn’t…c’mon…please…I need a dollar.”
The girls kept walking while the boy kept going on and on, ” Please…I want my dollar…please!”
Coming to a halt again, Trudy shifted her weight, placed one hand on her hip, looked at Jane, and said, ” He wants a dollar.”
” He sure does.”, answered the blond, nodding her head.
” Think I should give him one?”
” Yea…I think you should.”
” Yea…you’re right…I should give him a dollar…that was nasty of me…sorry kid.”
Eager for his money, the boy said, ” That’s OK.”
A sarcastic expression on her face, Trudy reached into her pocket and produced a dollar bill, after which the girl started making a bunch of gross snorting sounds from her nose and throat, finally spitting down at the piece of paper. Reaching forth, Trudy grabbed the kid’s wrist, pulled it forward, and then slapped the money into his hand, both girls finally turning around and walking away like nothing happened. After they were seventy feet from the kid, he yelled, ” YOU’RE A FUCKEN BITCH!”
Turing around. Trudy said, ” Come over here and say that…I dare you…c’mon!”
He stood there for a moment, but then turned around and ran off, going elsewhere.
” What a brat…pathetic piece of shit…”, said the brunette to the blond, “…I’d love to beat him up…take all that chocolate and shove it down his throat.”
” I know…kids these days are horrible.”
” It’s amazing how fast they learn all that foul language…they’re all just a bunch of fucken punks…good for nothing.”
They moved along until Trudy said, ” Look at that…a used car lot.”
” He’s got over fifty cars there.”
Seeing the price tags on each vehicle, Trudy said, “That guy’s full of shit…that’s all junk he’s got…I wouldn’t buy a car from that jerk if he was the last place on earth…look what he’s asking…a thousand bucks for that one rusted thing sitting there in the corner…he can kiss my ass.”
” Someone’s buying…otherwise he wouldn’t be there.”
” Yea…well…maybe we can do something about that…close him down for a few days.”
” What are you talking about?”
” Overthere…around the corner by that side street…he can’t see that pay phone from his place.”
” How would a prank phone call close him down?”
” Because he’s the only person working there.”
” Yea…but I don’t get what you mean.”
” At the end of the lot…there’s only that little wooden house…his office…and there…he’s got his phone number painted across the front window for everyone to see.”
” What are you gonna do?”
” That little building would go up in flames in no time…all I’d have to do is get in there and set the curtains on fire…all the papers he’s got would burn like nothing…it’d be one big fire ball before the fire department gets here.”
” He’s inside right now…sitting by the desk.”
” That’s where you come in…go over to the phone booth and call his number…tell him all the windows in that one car are busted…some kid did it…the car on the other end of the lot…that way I’ll have enough time when he walks over.”
” OK.”
Going over to the side street, Jane went to the phone as Trudy ran a few more feet and cut across someone’s yard, sneaking up behind the car lot.
After the blond put a dime in the slot and called the number, she heard, ” Hello…Lakefront Auto.”
” Um…I hate to tell you this…but you know that red car you got sitting out there on your lot?”
” Yes?”
” Some kid just smashed all the windows with a baseball bat.”
” Ah…I can’t see it from here.”
” Well…go out and look…all the windows are busted.”
” Who is this?”
Jane simply hung up the phone and just stood there, firing up a fresh cigarette.
The man got up and strolled out of the office and walked across the lot toward the car. As fast as she could, Trudy raced forward, jumping over a small fence, finally running up to the small wooden building, where she ran inside and pulled her cigarette light from her pocket, quickly setting the curtains and some papers on fire! Wasting no time, the girl ran back outside and took off, finally racing across the yard until she was standing next to Jane again, both girls quietly strolling back out to 117th street, walking toward the lot, acting like nothing was going on.
“He’s still outside.”, whispered Jane.
” Yea…what’s he doing…he’s checking out all the cars now…what the hell did you tell him.”
” Some kid smashed the windows on that car.”
” What a jerk…he still doesn’t see the fire…man…look at that…flames are shooting out the windows now.”
The man didn’t notice as his back faced the building, the guy even squatting down now and then, inspecting the tires.
As the girls walked by, Trudy stopped and yelled, ” OH NO…THAT BUILDING’S ON FIRE!”
Finally, the guy turned around and ran forth. When he got there, there was nothing he could do, the whole thing was burning away as Trudy pointed toward the side street, yelling, ” THERE’S A PHONE THERE…YOU CAN CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!”
Quickly, the guy ran off as the girls just kept walking, laughing themselves sick now!
” HA HA HA…”, roared Trudy, “…NOW THAT WAS FUCKEN FUNNY!”
It didn’t take long and they heard a few sirens off in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer. When the girls turned around, they saw two fire trucks pull up along side the car lot, a bunch of firemen jumping out, quickly going to work as the owner just stood there like a fool, watching everything go up in smoke.
The girls kept walking a few more blocks until they passed an apartment building. Looking into the main lobby behind a set of glass doors, Trudy said, ” C’mon…let’s go inside here…let’s see if we can steal something.”
” We don’t have the gun with us.”, replied Jane.
” Don’t worry…we’ll just rob some old lady…that’ll be easy.”
” How do you know who lives in which apartment?”
” Like this.”, replied the brunette as she walked up to all the names and said, ” I’ll ring only the female names…when I get one that sounds old…I’ll tell here to buzz me in.”
” How?”
” With a line of bullshit…here…watch.”
Trudy hit the button next to first female name, finally hearing, ” Hello…who is it.”
The voice sounded young, causing the bitch to say, ” I’m sorry…I pressed the wrong button.”
She pressed the next button. No one answered. Looking at the blond, Trudy shrugged her shoulders and said, ” Guess no one’s home.”
When she reached the third female name, the brunette hit the button hearing, ” Um…hello…who is it.”
” That bitch sounds like she was born the day Lincoln was shot.”, remarked Jane.
A big smile on her lips, Trudy said into the intercom, “Hello…package delivery.”
” OK.”, replied the person, a very feeble sound to the lady’s voice.
When the buzzer sounded, both girls went inside and up the steps, going up to the second floor. They walked down a lonely hall and finally stopped before the apartment. After Trudy knocked, they heard from inside, ” I’m coming…I’m coming.”
Turning around for a second, Trudy said, “The old bitch can’t even crawl anymore…this’ll be easy.”
Finally, the door opened, revealing an eighty nine year old woman, the lady standing there, leaning against the post, catching her breath, saying, ” Somebody said something about a package.”
Sticking her head into the small apartment, Trudy looked back and forth for a moment and asked, ” You live alone…right?”
” Um yes…my husband passed away two years ago…why do you ask.”
” That’s all I need to know.”, said Trudy as the bitch pushed at the woman’s chest, the old lady stumbling backwards into her livingroom sofa.
Quickly, the girls stepped inside and closed the door.
” What is this…I don’t understand?”, said the lady, fear in her eyes now.
Each girl took a seat next to the old person as Trudy looked at her and said, ” Tell us a story…an OLD story…like what you were doing while the Civil War was going on.”
” What do you want…who are you?”, asked the lady, her hands shaking with fear.
” Nothing we just stopped by to say hello…that’s all.”
” Yea.”, said Jane.
” I don’t understand…just leave…please.”
” And what are you gonna do if we don’t?”
Looking back and forth for a moment, the lady replied, ” I’ll call the police.”
” Oh really.”, answered Trudy, slowly raising her ass from the sofa, walking into the other room, seeing a phone sitting on a small table.
She took the whole thing up in her hand and pulled the cord from the wall, dropping the phone to the floor, finally smashing it to pieces with her right boot!
” Who are you gonna call now?”, asked Trudy, slowly firing up a fresh cigarette.
” PLEASE…PLEASE LEAVE!”, said the woman, her heart beating faster and faster.
Going up to the lady, Trudy smacked her across the face and yelled, ” GIVE US WHATEVER YOU GOT…MONEY…JEWELRY…YOU KNOW.”
” All I have is my stuff in the bedroom.”
Trudy marched into the other room and saw a small box on the dresser. She opened it and removed two rings, a watch, and a necklace, the girl quickly returning to the livingroom where Trudy showed the stuff to Jane, the blond saying, ” Not much…but it’s better than nothing.”
” We expected a little more from you.”, said Trudy.
” But I don’t have anything else.”, answered the old woman.
After Trudy shoved the items into her pocket, the bitch grabbed the old lady by the arm and pulled her forward, finally throwing her down to the floor. Like crazy, the brunette started kicking away at the person, kicking her in the side, in her head, even kicking the lady right in the face! When Trudy was done, the girl grabbed a nearby chair and quickly brought it down over the victim’s head, striking her five times until the woman was killed, her body just laying there now!
” Let’s go.”, said Trudy as both girls left the place, slowly walking down the steps until they were out on the street again.
Near the Detroit-117th Street intersection, the girls entered a bar and parked their butts behind the counter, each bitch firing up a fresh cigarette, when Trudy said, ” A shot of whisky for each of us.”
” OK.”, said some bartender guy as he prepared their drinks, gave each girl a glass, took the money, and walked away.
After she sat there for a few moments, Trudy looked up toward the end of the bar and said to Jane, “What kind of fucken shit is that…can’t stand that stuff.”
Irritated by the music coming from a radio up on a shelf, the brunette raised her nice ass and marched over, changing the station.
” Hey…what are you doing…change that back.”, yelled some older man seated with some other guys his age behind a table toward the back of the huge room.
” Fuck you…you old jerk…kiss my ass!’, was all Trudy said as the girl went back to her seat.
” Hey Max…”, yelled the same old guy toward the bartender, “…what is this…who is that girl…why’d she change the station like that.”
” Sorry Mike…I’ll fix it.”
The bartender went over to the radio and turned it back to the previous station.
” That music stinks…” screamed Trudy, “…that’s for old people…old people like them jerks sitting back there…sounds like Lawrence Welk…it makes me sick.”
Going over to the dark-haired girl, the bartender said,” Ma’am…those guys back there are regular customers…and they’re senior citizens…show a little respect…OK?”
” But I can’t stand that music…I don’t like it.”
” Then leave.”
” Fuck you…I ain’t leaving.”, replied Trudy as she got up, went over to the radio, and again changed the station, the song ” Can’t Buy Me Love” from the Beatles blasting forth, causing Trudy to jump up on the bar and dance around.
” Get down from there…are you crazy or something?”, yelled the bartender.
” Fuck you…jerk!”, replied Trudy, making a real scene.
The bartender quickly went over to the far end of the counter and picked up a phone. As soon as Jane saw what he was doing, she yelled, ” C’MON…LET’S GO, TRUDY…HE’S GONNA CALL THE COPS.”
Jumping off the counter, Trudy screamed at everyone in the place, ” FUCK THIS JOINT…I’LL NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN.”
” Good.”, said the bartender, putting down the receiver, not making the call.
Outside on the street, Trudy said, “They got some real screwed up places in this town…I can’t believe that joint…why would anyone wanna play that kind of music?”
” Like he said…the customers are old.”
” Well…who the fuck cares.”, replied Trudy as the two bitches made a right into Detroit and kept walking, moving along until they reached another bar.
Inside the place, they each sat down behind the counter and ordered two shots of whisky like before, quickly drinking up the booze. They ordered a second round and just sat there for a while, smoking a bunch of cigarettes as well, until Jane turned around and said, ” They got a nice pinball machine there…ever play one of those?”
Trudy looked over and said, ” Those things are easy.”
” Let’s see how many points you can score.”
” I ain’t gonna waste my fucken time with that garbage.”
” What are you afraid of.”, said Jane, teasing the brunette.
” I ain‘t afraid of shit.”
” Then let’s see what you can do.”
Making a frustrated sigh, Trudy finished off her drink, fired up a fresh cigarette, and then raised her nice ass from the seat, strolling over to the machine, Jane walking behind her. Trudy reached into her pocket and produced a dime, putting the coin into the slot, causing the machine to start up as a bunch of lights went on.
” Well…what are you waiting for?”, said the blond.
Trudy pulled back at the lever and released it, the ball bouncing around for a while until it finally rolled down into the front slot, and a mechanical voice said, ” You have zero points…please try again.”
” Fuck you.”, said to Trudy, “talking” to the machine.
Determined to score, the brunette reached into her pocket and produced another dime, quickly feeding it to the machine. Again, she didn’t score, hearing, ” You have zero points…please try again.”
” This machine is rigged…they’re cheating me.”, said Trudy.
Reaching into her pocket, Jane produced a dime of her own, saying, ” Let me try.”
The blond put the coin into the slot and pulled back at the lever. When it was over, the machine said, ” Very good…you have five points…try again for free.”
Again, Jane pulled the lever, scoring a few more points until she was done.
” You lucked out.”, said Trudy, shoving another dime into the thing, finally pulling back at the lever.
A few moments later, all she heard was, ” You have zero points…please try again.”
Pissed off now, Trudy stuck her fourth dime into the slot and again failed to score.
” You try it again…”, said Trudy, “…I wanna see what that fucken thing’s gonna do.”
After Jane put a dime into the machine, she pulled the lever and scored, the machine giving her a another try for free.
” This is bullshit.”, remarked the brunette, placing her fifth dime into the slot, finally pulling back at the lever.
” You have zero points…please try again.”
FUCK YOU…YOU PIECE OF JUNK!”, cried Trudy kicking the thing now, also smashing her fist against the transparent surface, screaming, ” IT’S OUT TO GET ME…IT’S RIGGED AGAINST ME…IT’S A SET UP…I KNOW IT IS!!”
Hearing all the noise, the bartender came over and said, ” Hey lady…stop that…you’ll brake it.”
” FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT…YOU’RE A CROOK…I PUT FIVE DIMES IN THAT PIECE OF CRAP AND DIDN’T WIN.”
” I can’t help it if you don’t know how to play.”
” WHY DON’T YOU GO TO HELL…MOTHER FUCKER!”
” Get outta here…NOW!”
Wishing to defuse the whole situation, Jane said, ” Hey Trudy…c’mon…it’s almost five…let’s stop someplace to eat…then we gotta go home…., remember…we got a visitor at six.”
Giving the guy a real dirty look, Trudy spit down at the floor and said, ” Fuck this place…fuck you and your fucken damn pinball machine…you’re a crook and a cheat.”
The two girls turned around and left, walking out of the place as Jane looked East and said, ” So where do you wanna eat?”
” UM…ah…let’s go back to that Red Barn place…everything was OK there this morning…no one knows us there anymore…ha ha.”
” OK.”
As they walked along Detroit, passing up the West 98th rapid station, Trudy looked out onto the street and remarked, ” That’s the same pig from this morning.”
Sitting behind the wheel, the officer glanced over at the two girls and slowed down, staring at them with suspicion in his eyes.
” He’s looking at us.”, mentioned Jane.
” Yea…what’s his fucken problem.”
” I don’t like it.”
After Trudy locked eyes with the cop, she gave him the “finger”. The cop simply shook his head and drove off, going east.
” Damn pig…”, said the brunette, “…I hate cops.”
” He makes me nervous.”
” Like I told before…don’t worry.”
Strolling along, they suddenly noticed a civilian car slowing down next to them, some guy behind the wheel, the man dressed in a suit and tie, after which the car moved away again, causing Trudy to ask, “Why does that guy got a blue light mounted to his back dashboard?”
” That’s means he’s a cop.”, answered the blond, sounding a little distressed.
” Why are they all watching us?”
” What do you mean…”why?”…it’s obvious…they’re on to us.”
” I don’t think so.”
” How do you know?”
” I don’t know…I just know.”
Finally, they made it to the Red Barn, where they entered the fast food place, ordered two hamburgers, two large fries, and a huge cup of 7UP for each of them. After they got their food, the girls went over to a table and sat down, slowly eating their supper.
Two minutes later, Jane looked up and said, ” Fuck.”
” What?”
” Behind you…it’s that same cop…the one in the uniform.”
Chewing her food, Trudy turned around and watched as the officer went up to the counter, ordered something, and then went over to one of the tables against the opposite wall, the guy just sitting there now, eating a sandwich, looking over at the girls now and then.
” I don’t like this.”, said Jane.
” Don’t worry.”
” But he keeps looking at us…and it’s that other kind of look…like he wants to bust us.”
” Just eat your food…they got no proof.”
Done with their food, the girls got up and left, strolling across the street, where they turned into West 85th and walked down the street.
Looking at the Impala parked along side the curb, Trudy said, ” You think that car’ll ever become a classic?”
” I don’t know…who cares.”
” What do you mean…I heard some cars today are worth allot of money once they reach a certain age.”
” Yea…but ours is a piece of junk…it’ll be thrown away before it’s worth anything.”
” Not if we keep it long enough…then have it fixed up…it might bring in a fortune.”
” Maybe.”
The girls kept walking toward the apartment when Trudy looked forth and said, ” Hey look…it’s that old guy we played all those jokes on…, he’s sitting on his porch again.”
” What are you gonna do now?”
” Nothing…let’s just go up to him and start talking…see what he has to say.”
” Whatever.”, replied Jane as they both ventured over, finally standing at the base of his front steps.
” Hi…”, said Trudy…so how’s it going?”
” Um…OK.”, answered the old guy, confusion on his face.
” We just moved in here…we live up there in that apartment building.”
” OK.”
” So what’s up?”, said Trudy, a sarcastic tone to her voice.
” Nothing really.”
” I saw an ambulance come to your place this morning…are you OK…you’re not sick or anything?”
” Oh no…it was a false alarm.”
” Oh really? What about the fire trucks…was that a false alarm too?”
” Yea…why do you ask?”
” UM…well…we’ve been getting shit like that too…some jerk keeps calling our place and making crank calls.”
” Yea…that happened to me too…someone kept calling a cab to my place yesterday.”
” Oh really?”
” I don’t know what’s going on around here anymore…did you hear about all those killings…I might decide to move out of this neigborhood.”, said the old guy.
Pretending she didn’t know anything, Trudy asked, ” Did you call the police after those pranks were made on you?”
” Yea?”
” What did they say?”
” Nothing really…a cop came here and took a report…that’s all.”
The brunette nodded her head and replied, “OK…well…have a nice day.”
” Thanks…you too.”
They finally went up to the apartment. Trudy put the jewelry and money in the wooden drawer, and they both strolled back to the kitchen.
” I’m scared.”, said Jane.
” There’s nothing to be afraid off.”, answered the brunette as she snorted some cocaine, saying further, ” Here…have some…it’ll change your outlook.”
After Jane took in the strong stimulant, she “brightened” up a little and went over to the refrigerator, removing a beer for herself and her wicked friend.
” It’s about six…let’s change…get ready for Shawn.”, said Trudy, standing there with the beer can in one hand and her cigarette in the other.
Finished with the brew, they went into their individual rooms and changed over into their two piece leather outfits together with the thigh high boots, after which they strolled out to the livingroom and Trudy parked her ass to the sofa while Jane looked out the window, saying, ” Here he comes.”
” Good.”, answered the brunette, firing up a fresh cigarette.
After the “customer” went up to the front door, Jane suddenly said, ” That cop’s here too…he’s slowing down before our place…now he’s driving off…toward Lake.”
” Fuck that pig.”, replied Trudy as the buzzer rang.
Going over and pressing the button, Jane asked, ” Who is it?”
” It’s me…Shawn…I called before.”
” No problem.”, said Jane as she buzzed him in.
In no time, the guy was in their livingroom, handing the girls some money, after which he took off all his clothes and knelt down in front of Trudy’s stiletto boots as the bitch just sat there, smoking away at her cigarette, saying, ” I’m glad you know your place…now kiss up.”
” Yes ma’am.”, answered the guy as he pressed his face to her left boot and kissed away!
KISS! KISS! KISS!
” See Jane…”, said Trudy, “…no one can touch us…we’re protected by a special force…the whole world obeys and respects us.”
” I don’t think it’s that easy.”, replied Jane.
” What are you talking about?”, asked the man, still down on his knees.
” I didn’t give you permission to talk.”, said the brunette as she stood up and said to the blond, ” Get the whip…this guy’s gotta be taught a lesson.”
Jane left and quickly returned with the thing, handing it to the dark-haired girl who uncoiled it and snapped it across his back, the bitch yelling, “YOU SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TO…IS THAT CLEAR?”
The guy slowly arched his head back as his dick erected, saying, ” Yes ma’am…sorry ma’am!”
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
She “punished” him for the next thirty seconds until the girl parked her ass back to the sofa, finally saying, “Now get back to work.”
He again pressed his lips to her boot and kissed away.
Fifteen minutes later, the brunette got up and said, ” OK, Jane…it’s your turn…sit down and let him kiss your boots.”
” Sure.”, replied the blond, taking a seat. The guy did the same thing to Jane, kissing away at the leather.
At a casual pace, the brunette strolled back to the kitchen, where she opened the refrigerator and got herself another beer, firing up a cigarette as well, leaning herself against the counter, smoking and drinking the next ten minutes away, until she heard, ” C’mon…Trudy…you’re not done yet.”
The beer can in one hand and the cigarette in the other, Trudy strolled back to the livingroom. She went up to the guy still on his hands and knees. The bitch turned around, shoved her ass in his face, and said, ” Pull down my panties and then KISS MY ASS!”
Obediently, he pulled down at the tight black leather thing and finally exposed her curvaceous rear, kissing away at the lady’s butt, doing it for about twenty whole minutes until he stopped and kissed Jane’s ass for a while. Finished, the guy looked up at the girls and said to Trudy, ” Please burn me with your cigarette.”
Laughing a little, the brunette asked, ” Where do you want me to do it?”
” On my back.”, answered the “client as he turned himself around and pointed at himself, to the area by his left shoulder blade.
” No problem.”, said Trudy as she squatted before the man and slowly moved the hot end of her New Port to his skin, eventually touching his flesh.
” Ahhh…”, moaned the guy a little, “…ahhh…it hurts…but it hurts in a pleasant way.”
Looking over at Jane for a second, Trudy brought the cigarette back to her mouth, sucked on it, and again touched him with the hot end, watching his body squirm.
” That’s right…feel some pain…”, said Trudy, “…pain is good.”
” Yes ma’am.”, was all he said as she burned him in the same area two more times, the brunette enjoying herself.
” Is it OK if I cut you a little?”, asked Trudy, finishing off the beer and firing up a fresh cigarette.
” What do you mean?”
” With a steak knife…cut your back a little…if you like to be burned…you might like being cut.”
” Um…OK.”
” Jane…go to the kitchen and get a knife.”
” No problem.”
The blond left and finally came back with a simple kitchen knife, handing the thing to Trudy who moved the sharp end toward his shoulder and gently stabbed him, saying, ” How’s that?”
” Yea…it’s interesting.”
” Interesting? Well…how’s this?”
“AHHHH…!”, cried the man, “…AHHH…YOU CUT ME!”
” I know…that’s kind of the idea…that’s what you’re here for…to be put down.”
” It was just a little unexpected…that’s all.”
” Don’t worry…you’ll be OK…it’s just a small cut.”
” I’ll get a band-Aid.”, said Jane as she strolled from the livingroom and ventured to the bathroom. She returned and gave the thing to Trudy, the dark-haired girl attaching it to his back, saying, “You’re all set…no blood’ll stain your shirt now.”
” OK…thanks.”
” No problem…”, answered Trudy, “…well…I guess you can go now…, right?”
” Yes ma’am.”, said the guy as he reached for his clothes and put them on, finally leaving the apartment, going back down to his car and driving away.
” That was fun.”, said Trudy, ” I liked it…get to cut someone…to bad I couldn’t go all the way…kill him…then cut him up…all up.”
” What would you do with the body parts?”
” I don’t know…put each piece in a separate garbage bag…then dump ‘em here and there…you know.”
Jane took up the knife and Trudy’s empty beer can, taking the stuff back to the kitchen, where she placed the knife in the sink and threw away the can, Trudy in the kitchen now as well, the blond saying, ” What do you wann do for the rest of the evening?”
” Um…it’s nice out…let’s have another cook out in the backyard…all I ate was a single hamburger at that Red Barn up there…I’m still a little hungry.”
” I don’t know.”
” What’s wrong?”
” Don’t you think we should take off?”
” You’re still worried…right?”
” Well yea…I got this feeling.”
” Tell you what…I’ll think about it tomorrow…maybe you’re right.”
” Tomorrow might be too late.”
” You mean you wanna take off now?”
” Yea…why not?”
” Um…I don’t know…if they’re watching us now…then it might be better to leave tomorrow morning.”
” OK…if you say so.”
” Yea…we’ll be fine.”
Jane opened the refrigerator and said, ” We got some sausage left.”
” There…you see…we’ll have a great time tonight.”
” Maybe I just need another pill.”
” Of course.”, answered Trudy, walking over to the counter drawer, producing another bottle of pills, giving Jane a few, saying, ” This’ll take care of all your problems…four of these and you’ll be having fun in no time.”
After the girls took the drug, they suddenly felt “happy” again, the pills blocking the truth from their minds. They went into their rooms and changed back into their regular clothes. In the kitchen again, Jane removed the food from the refrigerator as Trudy got the grill and coals ready, taking the stuff downstairs, where she set everything up, finally standing there watching the flames burn away.
Less than two minutes later, Jane strolled down the stairs as well, holding a large tray. The blond placed two sausages on the hot metal grid and set the picnic table with a couple of paper plates, a bottle of pop, and a few other essentials.
” There’s only one thing missing.”, said Trudy.
” What?”
” A bottle of whisky.”
” We’re outta Whisky.”
” No Problem….”, replied the brunette, “…I’ll drive up to the bar on 74th and buy one…be right back…the food should be done by then.”
” OK…but hurry…I don’t wanna be alone…I’m scared.”
” Don’t worry…how many times do I have to tell you that…we’ll be OK.”
” Just hurry.”
” I will.”
Trudy strolled through the narrow passageway and went out to the street, walking up to the car, after which she lowered her nice ass behind the wheel and pulled away from the curve. When she got down to Lake, she made a right and drove up the street. However, after she looked into her rearview mirror, the girl saw a police car slowly pull out of the school’s driveway, the cop following her all the way up to Detroit, where he stayed behind her until she reached the bar. The girl pulled up along side the curb and the cop kept going. Acting like she had nothing to worry about, Trudy walked across the street, entered the bar, and came back out less than a minute later, holding a brown paper bag. Inside the car again, Trudy fired up a fresh cigarette, started the engine, and drove off, driving up to 65th, where she made a right and drove up to Franklin, making another right. As she went past the Pick-N-Pay lot, another police car pulled out behind her, the guy following the lady all the way down to 85th street. Trudy made a right turn and the cop turned left, driving off in the opposite direction. When she got to Detroit, the girl went through the intersection and drove down the street, finally parking the car before the pool. At a casual pace, Trudy got out and returned to the apartment building, going straight to the backyard.
” Is the food ready?”, asked the brunette.
” Yea…I think it’s done.”
” Good.”, said Trudy, placing the booze bottle on the table, “I’ll be right back…we got some ice left in the freezer…right?”
” Yea.”
” OK.”
Trudy went up the wooden steps and entered the kitchen. She grabbed two whisky glasses and opened the freezer, removing some ice, placing a few cubes into each glass. She was about to reach for the transistor radio when suddenly the phone rang. Feeling a little apprehensive, she nevertheless picked up the receiver and said, ” Yea?”
” Um, hi…this is Shawn again…the guy who was just at your place.”
” Yea…so?”
” I don’t know how to say this…but could you please do me a favor?”
” What?”
” Well…you see, when I was driving home from your place, this cop pulled me over…and then another car came with some other guy in it who called himself “Detective Kendall” from the Cleveland Police Department.
” So what happened?”
” He started asking me all kinds of questions…about you and your friend…, like…how long did I know you…what do you do for a living…why was I with you…what do you two do at nights…all kinds of stuff.”
” What did you tell him.”, said Trudy, keeping her voice steady.
” I just told him that we’re friends and you work in a supermarket…, that’s all…then they wrote something down and left.”
” OK.”
” If they come to you and ask about me…please don’t tell ‘em that your a prostitute…I don’t want any problems.”
” Who says I’m a prostitute?”
” Well…um…what was I doing there then?”
” Domination isn’t prostitution.”
” OK…whatever…just tell ‘em I had nothing to do with stuff like that…please.”
” Don’t worry…you’ll be OK.”
” Thanks…and um…I’m sorry but I can’t come there anymore…like I said…I don’t want any problems for myself.”
Making a sigh, Trudy replied, ” Yea yea…like I said…you’ll be OK.”
” Thanks again.”
After she hung up, Trudy grabbed the radio and put the two glasses on a small tray, taking everything downstairs.
Out in the yard again, the brunette filled each glass with booze as Jane said, ” I heard the phone…who was it?”
” Nothing…some jerk had the wrong number.”
” Oh…OK.”
” Here…have a drink.”, said Trudy, giving Jane a glass, turning on the radio afterward, the song, “Big Girls Don’t Cry” playing from the speaker.
” That’s a good song.”
” That’s right…and we’re big girls…we don’t cry…OK?”
” I guess not.”, answered the blond as she grabbed a bun and went over to the grill, using her fork to take one of the sausages. After she put mustard on the thing, Jane bit into it and said, ” It’s perfect…cooked just right.”
An eager expression on her face, Trudy marched over and took up the rest of the food, quickly stuffing her face, chewing away at the sausage, saying, “MMM…yea…real good.”
” So where do you wanna go?”, asked Jane.
” You mean tomorrow when we leave?”
” Yea.”
” I don’t know…we just gotta get outta Cleveland.”
” I think we should drive all the way to the west coast…California.”
” It’s easy to get lost there…they’ll have a hard time finding us there.”
” So California it is…right?”
” Unless you wanna leave the country…go up to Canada.”
” That might be good too…lots of wide open spaces and small towns…we could even go to Alaska.”
” Too cold.”
” In that case we could go to Australia…they speak English there.”
” How would we get there?”
” Um…after we go to California…we’ll take a plane from there…that should do it.”
After she finished off her food, Trudy went over to the table and poured herself another drink, quickly downing the strong stuff as the song ” From Me To You” came over the radio. Excited by the music, the brunette started dancing around the yard, the glass in one hand and a fresh cigarette in the other.
Suddenly, from the house next door, her neighbor came out and yelled over, ” I did what I told you last night.”
” What?”, replied Trudy, giving him a dirty look.
” I just called the police…told ‘em about all the noise last night…, remember…they told me to call back today because they were real busy before.”
” Hey…fuck you.”
” You’re making noise again…why don’t you turn down the radio.”
” Why don’t you lick my cunt!”
” The cops said they’ll be here right away….they even started asking me a whole bunch of questions about you two…sounds like they think you’re involved in more serious stuff.
” Fuck you and fuck the pigs.”, replied Trudy, still dancing around, trying to ignore the guy.
Jane walked up to the brunette and whispered, ” Trudy…he said the cops are gonna be here…shouldn’t we go now…let’s get outta here.”
Still dancing to the music, Trudy simply said, ” What…what are you talking about…I can’t hear you.”
” Stop acting that way…face it…we can’t stay here a minute longer.”
” All right…all right.”, answered Trudy, ” We’ll go now…let’s start packing.”
” We’ll take only what we need.”, said Jane as she grabbed the whisky bottle from the table and went up the steps, Trudy going after her.
However, when they got up on the porch, Trudy turned around and said, Fuck…look at that…over there.”
Jane turned and saw a police car sitting behind the school in the middle of the playground, two cops standing next to the car.
“They’re looking this way…at us.”, said Trudy.
” And over there…I think I see a police car parked on 83rd.”
Getting real nervous now, the two girls went inside when suddenly the buzzer rang. Jane and Trudy looked at one another for a second until the brunette finally said, ” Don’t worry…let me do the talking…I’ll deal with this.”
Trudy went up to the intercom and asked, ” Hello…who is it?”
” Cleveland Police Department…can I come up and talk to you for a second?”
” Um…yea…OK.”
She hit the button as Jane looked out the front livingroom window and yelled, ” THERE’S A WHOLE BUNCH OF COPS OUT FRONT…EVEN UP BY OUR CAR!”
” Just relax…I’ll handle this…OK?”
Not knowing what else to do, the blond just stood there like a fool until they both heard a knock on the door. Pulling herself together and taking a deep breath, Trudy went up to the door and opened it, seeing a man stand there dressed in a suit and tie.
Reaching into his suit jacket he produced an ID, saying, ” Hello ma’am…, I’m detective Kendall with the police…is it OK if I come in and talk to you for a while? I got a whole bunch of questions to ask.”
” Ah…OK…no problem.”
The guy stepped into the apartment as Jane pointed to the sofa and said, ” Here you go, Sir…have a seat.”
” Thanks.”, replied the man as he took a seat, the blond sitting down at the other end of the couch.
” I’ll get a chair for myself.”, said Trudy, going back to the kitchen, returning to the livingroom with the seat, placing the thing right next to the wooden drawer, finally parking her nice ass.
“OK…ladies…how should I start?”, said the guy, “We just got a call from your neighbor about noise last night.”
” You mean they sent a detctive here just for noise.”
” Of course not…it’s more than that…much more…please let me talk.”
” OK.”, answered the brunette.
” Here’s the thing…”, said the man, “…about a week ago, a report was filed about someone throwing a rock through a window at the Lighthouse Inn at the corner of Clifton and Lake…the restuarant manager also mentioned something about two young women , a blond and a brunette…the day before…they were kicked out because of rude obnoxious behavior…then after that…we find a hearse crashed through the back receiving door of the same place.”
“Why are you telling us all this?”, insisted Trudy.
” I’ll explain…let me finish.”
” OK.”
“We also discovered some bodies on Viking street in the bushes…two of them lived on Baker street…at the corner. Naturally…we went next door to ask questions…no one was there, but we found the owner and he said two young women, a blond and a brunette, lived there but just moved out…he let us finger print the place…we found two sets of unidentified prints that match those in the hearse and the victim’s house…which were also the same prints found in a stolen boat and in a few houses that were broken into at Edgewater drive…people were killed there too…, and also, a manager at the Red Barn up the street called and complained about a blond and a brunette…then we find him and another employee dead. “
” What’s your point?”, said Trudy, firing up a fresh cigarette.
” My point is that I think you’re responsible…I found out about you two when one of our officers came forward earlier today and told me about a blond and a dark-haired girl living at this address…he had to come here more than once because of complaints…the moment he told me about two young women…that’s when I got suspicious…fits in with the other stuff…and today we even found a dead body in a motel room by 117th and Madison…those same prints are all over the room.
“You still haven’t said anything that proves something.”, replied Trudy, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.
” True…that’s why I want you and your friend here to come to the station with me…have your prints taken…if they don’t match…you can go home again…I wanna do this as nice as possible…I could officially arrest you now…the place is surrounded…but I don’t wanna get rough with women…because if I’m wrong and there’s no match, then you’ll turn around and sue me for breaking your fingernails…so I thought I’d ask you first.”
” And what if we say no.”, answered Trudy, a defiant look in her eyes.
” Then I’ll have no choice…I’ll have to arrest you…both of you.”
For the next ten seconds, there was nothing but silence as the cop just sat there, looking at Trudy, staring her down, the girl’s mind racing away until she finally “lost it”. Her instincts taking over, she quickly ripped open the drawer and produced the Luger. Before the detective had a chance to reach into his suit and grab his own gun, Trudy aimed the pistol at him and pulled back at the trigger, ending his life in a second!
” LET’S GO…LET’S GET THE FUCK OTTA HERE!”, screamed Trudy, causing the blond to jump up and race toward the door, Trudy right behind her.
When they stepped out into the hall, they saw a cop standing at the base of the steps. He looked up and yelled, ” STOP…DON’T MOVE!”
Standing halfway behind Jane, Trudy aimed the gun and fired, screaming, ” FUCK YOU…PIG!”
She missed, allowing the officer to draw his pistol and return fire, hitting Jane right between her two nice beautiful tits, killing the girl as the blond’s eyes went wide open and her body fell forward, blocking the cop’s path for a moment, giving Trudy enough time to dart back into the apartment. Running like hell, the bitch stormed to the kitchen and went out the rear door, racing down the steps, hearing from the police in the school yard, ” DROP THE GUN AND STOP!”
“FUCK YOU!”, was all she said, running over to her neighbor’s fence. Wasting no time, the girl crawled over the five foot thing and ran across his yard until she reached the next fence, going over that one as well, finding herself in the open field before the pool.
Looking over toward the street, she saw two cops running toward her, yelling, ” STOP…PUT THE GUN DOWN AND STOP!”
” GO TO HELL!”, replied Trudy, racing across the field.
As she moved, the girl suddenly knew fear, real fear. It was like waking up from a dream, the horrors of reality striking her in the face, showing her the serious side of life, where actions have consequences and choices matter.
She didn’t even make it past the swimming pool as three more cops ran out from the alley and the school yard, moving toward her.
” FUCK!”, exclaimed Trudy.
She came to a halt, standing there in the middle of the field, catching her breath.
“PUT THE GUN DOWN!”, yelled one of the officers, the girl now completely surrounded, having no where to go.
“FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU!”, cried the girl.
” C’MON LADY…PUT THE GUN DOWN!”
While she gazed up at the sky for a moment, Trudy realized it was over. She looked at the cops again and started shooting, hitting one of them in the leg. They all opened fire, pumping five bullets into her chest. After she dropped the gun, Trudy fell over on her back and laid there with blood running from her mouth. For ten seconds, she felt extreme pain. Suddenly, however, the pain in her chest slowly disappeared and a soft peaceful sensation went through her veins, her existence dissolving into nothing. With her last ounce of strength, the girl raised her right hand and reached out, trying to hold on to something, something she could trust. But like everything else she ever did, her efforts were all useless as her hand fell back to the ground and she finally passed away.
The End