Post by Roxy Cotton on Dec 17, 2018 16:25:55 GMT -5
Los Angeles – Friday, November 24th 2017.
“Oh Vinnie look at these!”
Roxy Cotton is squealing over a glass case filled with gerbils. She’s practically hopping up and down and clapping her hands with excitement.
“Can I have one, baby? Please? I’ll take care of it, I’ll do all the work I promise!”
“Dude…”
Vinnie Lane walks over and wraps his arms around Roxy’s midsection from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek to hopefully dull the sting of his negative reply.
“This is why I didn’t want to come by a pet store, Rox! We always end up with something furry or feathery that you lose interest in after a week… do you even remember the cat?”
“What cat?”
“Exactly, dude, that’s exactly what I mean. The cat, the dog, the bird, the ferret… oh god, the ferret… and that sugar glider thing? What the fuck even was that, like a raccoon bat?”
“Vinnie please! These are SO cute! And they’re small and easy to take care of! Look at that one on its little wheel!”
Inside the enclosure, a little gerbil runs its little heart out until it falls off of the tiny spinning exercise wheel.
“He fell over like a little person! He’s like one of those out of shape fat ladies at the gym when they try to lose enough weight to get their husbands to stop cheating on them but then they can’t because they’re gross and basic!”
“Dude…”
Just then, an employee walks over and places a second glass case filled with multi colored rats next to the gerbils. There are a bunch of unnaturally colored individuals in there, blue, green, red, pink…
“Hey! Why are those rats all rainbow colored like some sort of pride parade?”
The employee snickers but sheepishly looks at his feet while replying. Not many young men have the confidence to look a perfect ten in the eyes while talking to her.
“Oh, those are… well, they got returned actually. This teenager decided to use food coloring or whatever to make them all different colors and his mom freaked. Probably won’t get sold until the color comes out…”
“I’ll take it.”
“Huh?”
“Dude!”
“I want that one. The pink one.”
“Why? I mean… sure! Let me get a box!”
The employee scurries off as Roxy leans closer to the glass holding the rainbow rats. She presses her face right up on the glass, tapping with her fingernail right over the head of the fat pink rat while it chews on some wood shavings.
“Well hi there little ratty rat…”
“Dude come on, Rox… you don’t really want that… thing.”
“I do. I feel bad for it.”
“Why? It’s a rat. It looks happy enough. It’s definitely been fed.”
“It’s just a poor dumb animal living its whole life screaming inside a cage, Vinnie… the only thing that can get it a little focus and attention is to spend some time with me. Don’t you see? It’s got nothing without me. It IS nothing without me. You understand?”
“No, not really. What does it eat.”
“Shit.”
“What?!”
“It eats whatever shit gets fed to it, Vinnie. It’s a garbage disposal. You could sew its lips onto any champion’s asshole and it would get fat off their leavings. Hilton, Smyth, whoever… but it wants me. It wants to use me for my spotlight and get a little attention. How can you not see that?”
“Dude all I can see is a weird pink rat. And they smell bad.”
“Jealousy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Rox? It’s way too early for you to be drunk…”
“I’m not THAT drunk, Vinnie… it’s jealousy. The smell. This little pink rat REEKS of envy. It stinks up the whole room. Stinks up the whole building. Anywhere you go, if a little jealous rat is around you can smell it. It comes out of its pores. It’s oozing from its skin. No matter what it does, it just runs into the bars of its little cage and tries to claw its way out to be like the rest of us… but despite all its rage, it’s still just a rat in a cage.”
“Poignant. Can we just go get ice cream?”
“No. This little pink rat needs me. It NEEDS me, Vinnie. It will just wilt and die in the dark unless someone like me drags it kicking and screaming and hissing and spitting into a spotlight. Then it gets a little moment. It gets a little activity. If I pay attention to it, it trends. If I pick it up, hold it up, it gets to b higher up than it ever has been before… because it can’t do it on its own.”
“Okay, okay… fine… but…”
“Here we go!”
The twenty-something year old employee returns with a cardboard carrier and starts going on about the different things needed to take care of a pet rat. Roxy doesn’t hear a word, as she’s still zoned out and staring at the pink rat as it nibbles away.
“So will you want any of those things?”
“Hmm?”
“The… stuff I just said was good for rats?”
“Oh! Right, yeah, Vinnie get all that.”
“What do you mean ‘all that?’”
“All of it. We need all of it. You heard him.”
“Fuck, dude… god damn, how much is… everything, dude?”
“Uh…”
The employee panics a little but he pulls a cell phone out of his back pocket and starts swiping around, typing in numbers and adding them together on his calculator app.
“Cage… bottle… bowl… wheel… bedding… tubes… roller ball… chew sticks… medicine… supplements…”
“Supplements? Jesus Christ, what is this thing, a prize winner?”
“I think you can get it all for under three hundred.”
“NO WAY!”
“Thank you baby!”
Roxy bats her eyelashes at Vinnie, who sighs and reaches into his designer fanny pack, pulling out his wallet.
“And let me just go ahead and scoop the little fella out…”
The employee reaches into the container and grabs the pink dyed rat by its fat torso, getting scratched up by its frantic kicking as he drops it into the cardboard.
“Now, the food coloring will fade out on its own, you don’t have to worry about that. It’s harmless, totally edible and organic stuff. They do clean themselves so it will be gone in like a week…”
“Oh I’m giving it a bath tonight. No worries.”
“Oh! Well, yeah, it’ll probably wash right out, for sure. Just don’t leave it too cold, they can get sick real easy… they don’t have long lifespans to begin with, so it sucks when accidents happen.”
“Accidents do happen.”
“Yeah, I mean, of course.”
“They happen every day. Accidents. People try too hard and they get hurt. They move out of their lane and try to keep pace with a sports car when they’re just a Honda Accord… and they have an accident.”
“Right… that’s a weird analogy, but yeah, true.”
“So accidents happen. Rats die. They run out of time sooner than the rest of us and they drop dead. And nobody remembers the rats. They don’t remember their names.”
“Oh! Good call, miss! What are you going to name him?”
“Katie.”
“Oh this one’s a boy…”
“Its name is Katie. Katie the pink rat.”
“Yeah… yeah okay…”
Vinnie walks back over to the two of them holding a long receipt in his hand and looking exhausted.
“Three hundred and FIFTY dude. They got a guy loading the stuff into the car. Can we go?”
“Yeah… yeah let’s go, baby, I want to give little Katie a bath. Right away!”
“Cool. Thanks dude. I guess.”
The employee smiles a big glowing smile, knowing his commission will be the best he’s had in forever.
“Just doing my job! Here’s your rat, ma’am.”
“Ew. Vinnie you get it, I don’t want to touch it…”
Roxy pushes the Gucci sunglasses on her forehead down over her eyes and sprays herself with some perfume, dropping it back into her small clutch purse before turning on her stiletto heel and strutting out of the store.
“Don’t want to stink like the rats, baby. Let’s go!”
She exits the store and Vinnie grabs the cardboard carrier, hurrying out after her.
MISS WORLD
Click clickclickclick
The scene opens up with Roxy Cotton lying resplendent on her back across a pile of purple satin sheets. Her upper body is clothed only in a matching purple sequined bra, with both straps fallen down over her bronzed shoulders. Her midriff rises and falls rapidly as she arches her head back and bites her lip, and one of the sheets that has been carefully placed just over her pubic region moves up and down rhythmically.
“Oh… that’s good… like that…”
Roxy’s sweet voice is all but a whisper as she directs the action beneath the sheet. Her long, tanned legs stretching out from the other side of the satin covering extend out and around a set of muscular male shoulders, her thighs wrapped around an unseen head that vanishes underneath a wave of purple satin. The toes of her left foot clutch a tiny pair of sheer panties between immaculately painted toes.
“Yes… yes… keep doing that… just like that…”
Roxy’s toes curl and she grabs at her buxom chest with both hands, squeezing herself as her eyes begin to roll back into her head.
“So close… so close… so… close…”
But at that moment, the athletic upper body between her legs pops its head out from underneath the satin and from between Cotton’s golden thighs. He sits up onto his knees and we see he is clad in nothing more than a pair of pink and black tiger striped bikini briefs, which are stretched almost to the point of disaster by his masculine swelling. His head, though, is a rubber mask of disgraced Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein with a large mouth hole cut into it. Long strands of blonde hair hang out from under the neck of the mask, and when the man reaches up with both hands and pulls the rubber mask off of his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand at the same time, we see that it’s none other than “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane, Roxy’s partner in crime and fiancé. He seems to have been sweating quite a bit under the rubber.
“Dude, can I please take this thing off? I’m fuckin’ dying down here man, it’s like ten thousand degrees inside this mask… and it’s sorta gross and weird to wear this fat old man head don’t you think?”
Roxy’s face contorts from immense pleasure, to confusion, and then to frustrated annoyance in the span of on mask removal. Her chest heaves with several breaths before she has enough oxygen in her lungs to retort.
“Vinnie! He paid for a fantasy, it’s not like you’re endorsing anything… people get off in all sorts of ways. We got 1,000 dollars’ worth of tokens from…”
Roxy turns her head and squints toward the webcam’s direction while reaching over and bringing it a touch closer to her, her eyes scrolling up and down the laptop screen until they light up with recognition.
“User name ‘TotallyNotBenAffleck.’ He wanted to see a forced oral harassment scene and he paid good money, he won the token raffle fair and square. So you have to do what he asked, and he asked that you wear the mask the whole time.”
Vinnie looks deflated, and in fact the swelling in his bikini briefs has gone down some. He pulls some of the sweat slicked blonde hairs from his reddened forehead and rolls his eyes.
“But dude! He can’t even see me, you’re squeezing me with these delicious thighs of yours…”
“That’s not the point, Vinnie! It’s fantasy! Now hurry up and get back to work we don’t have all night here, god.”
Vinnie, defeated, pulls the mask back down over his face and descends back down between Roxy’s legs, pulling the satin sheet up over his head as he presses his fingers into the tops of her thighs and pulls down towards him.
“What kinda user name is ‘Not Ben Affleck’ anyway? Sounds suspicious to me…”
Vinnie mutters as he disappears back down below. A moment later and Roxy’s breath catches in her throat again as she throws her head back, shaking her head in mock resistance to what’s happening between her legs.
“No Mister Weinstein! I said no! I don’t want to be in your movie this badly! Oh please don’t do this to me, I feel so powerless and unable to control what’s… ah… what’s… happening… oh…”
Roxy grips the sheet in her fist, sinking her teeth into her plump lower lip harder and harder in anticipation, but after squeezing her eyes shut for five or six seconds and tensing her abdomen, she lets out a deep exasperated sigh and opens her eyes, then sits up on her elbows and lifts the sheet across her waist a little, looking in.
“Babe, it’s not working… like, I’m RIGHT THERE, but TNBA said he wanted to see my face when I got off, and, like, I’m not getting off. Can you… I don’t know… try something else?”
“I thwyig my beth.”
“I know you are sweetie, but… well, you know. I’ve just got a lot on my mind and all. It isn’t easy to cum when I’m so close to a big match and all. Like… on Sunday I’m getting locked into a cage with that stupid little bitch Kate Steele… the twat who acts like a queen when she looks like a lab rat. I’ve spent the last two months or so dealing with her bullshit and now we’re, like, 48 hours away from settling it and putting it all to bed once and for all… it’s a big deal you know?”
“Mmmmhmmmph”
Roxy takes one hand and presses it down on top of the mound of satin that encases Vinnie’s head, repositioning him just slightly and muffling away his voice for good.
“Katie has been a thorn in my side since literally the day I won the Chaos Championship. She’s been the pea beneath this princess’s hundred mattresses, and I’ve been losing sleep over her. It’s not fair! It’s not right… I should have gotten to relax and enjoy taking Sam Tolson to the doggie pound and having her put to sleep, but instead I right away had to deal with another mutt snapping at my heels and making a mess on the rug. BAD KATE! NO! BAD! So what did I do? I rolled up a newspaper and I beat her little punk ass into the ground… and you’d think that would have been the end of it, right? Like, you think she’d have realized she was no match for me and she could have whimpered off into some corner somewhere with her tail between her legs… and you know, she DID realize she was no match for me, but she didn’t stay in that corner where I sent her, instead she went and got her ‘better half’ to come jump me two on one! After costing me a one on one match against Nova… someone who had no business in the same ring as me to begin with but now gets to run around bragging about how she won against me… Kate and Mackenzie ambushed me and double teamed me when I WASN’T READY and then fucked with my hair. She RUINED my hair. Do you have ANY idea how much work it took to get all that cheap pink shit out of there? Who would have thought that five dollars’ worth of Party City spray paint would be able to stain hair that gets 200 dollar treatments three times a month? Can you believe that? My run ins with Kate Steel have been like trying to race across Manhattan traffic in a Karl Lagerfeld dress and Manolo Blahnik heels to get to an award ceremony where you’re the guest of honor, just to step in a mud puddle full of dog shit and ruining everything all at once. That’s what Kate Steele is. She’s dirty shitwater that stains your five thousand dollar dress and won’t come out no matter what you do, so you set the fucking thing on fire. But you know what, baby? I can buy a new dress. I can buy new shoes. I can fix my fucking hair. Everything’s just doll parts on the surface anyway… little bits of plastic and paint, sometimes you break them off and replace them, sometimes you melt the whole god damn thing down to nothing and start over. Underneath it all is Roxy Cotton… Miss Everything You Wish You Were, Kate. Miss World. Doll skin is disposable, but you can’t kill what’s underneath oooooooooooooo, fuck!”
Roxy looks back down to where Vinnie’s head is moving around vigorously. She lifts the satin once more and gives him a big smile and a thumbs up.
“Perfect! That’s amazing. I just wish something could get me over the edge and really make it happen…”
Roxy rolls her head to the side and drops the sheet down again. She looks over at her LAW Chaos Title sitting in the shadows on the side of her bed. The little bit of light from the laptop sparkles and shines on the gold faceplate, and a distinct red streak is still visible down the center from when Roxy split Kate Steele’s wig at LAW 71 in Chicago. The memory seems to bring a sly smile to Roxy’s face and she licks an index finger before reaching it out across the bed, backward and to the bedside table where the belt sits. She runs her wetted finger across the stripe of Kate’s blood and brings it back to her, the tip of her finger now tinted with just the faintest hue of rusty red.
Roxy licks her lips and then plunges the finger into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. Her eyes flutter closed and a soft moan escapes her as her toes curl once more and her heels dig into the flesh of Vinnie Lane’s back.
“Oh Katie… it’s going to taste to fucking sweet when I break you open and grind your little porcelain pieces under my heels in that steel cage. When your skin rips from your bones. When your hair plucks out of your scalp one by one by one. When your brittle bones snap and twist underneath your plastic skin. I’m going to spread a million little cracks through your porcelain body until its nothing more than a flimsy mess of sharp jigsaw puzzle pieces. A roadmap of all the ways I hurt you that you can wear like the badge of dishonor it is. When you have to wear a veil in public or wrap a scarf around your chin while wearing big sunglasses like some sort of house fire victim, all the sympathetic looks you’ll get from passersby when they toss spare change into your Styrofoam cup will be silently remembering the time they watched your career end at the hands of a bottle-blonde bombshell in a cage full of chaos. When you fall asleep on the sidewalk with tears freezing on your scarred up cheeks because you no longer have the eyelids to blink them away, remember it was THIS bitch that tore them off your face and fucking stuffed them down your throat, you overrated, annoying, worthless pile of trash. You’ll learn the lesson. You’ll learn you don’t try to fly too close to the sun because it melts your fucking wings and sends you spiraling into the ocean, where you DROWN Kate. In blood and tears and depression and FAILURE. A watery tomb that symbolizes the way you’ll sink and fade away into darkness and be forgotten. Tell me Kate… what will it matter that you won at three Nights of Glory when the fourth one puts you in a wheelchair? What will it matter that you ALMOST got to be the first woman to hold tee different LAW titles, when reaching for that particular brass ring ended up giving you night terrors for the rest of your life? How much PTSD pissing yourself will Mackenzie be willing to put up with before she heads for the door and leaves you to change your own diapers? This isn’t a joke, Kate Steele… this isn’t a wrestling match or a title match or a PPV feature… this is the FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE because I’m going into that cage trying to TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING YOU HAVE. Your mind. Your body. Your girl. Your career. Your. Fucking. Hope. It’s over, baby… it’s over. You had a good run, you got to think you were special for a little longer than anyone thought you would, but at Night of Glory I’m kicking down the doors of your little dream house and I’m coming… coming… to hur-hur-hurrrrrt youuuuuuuuOHHHHHHHHHmygod!!!”
Roxy’s entire body tenses and she begins to seize and convulse. Her hands press down on the back of Vinnie’s head as her open mouth contorts in silent screams and her legs tighten around him. A wet noise splashes beneath the sheet and then finally Roxy collapses backward onto the satin, breathing heavily.
“Damn dude! Something finally did the job!”
Vinnie pops out from under the sheet wiping his face with a hand towel. The Harvey Weinstein mask flops on the bed next to him.
“What were you fantasizing about that got you there?”
“Oh, you know… just something that always gets me off, every single time.”
She winks at Vinnie who clearly thinks she’s talking about him. Roxy blinks away the aftershock and looks back at the laptop screen, smiling.
“How was it baby?”
A moment passes by followed by the tinkling sound of coins falling into a cash drawer. Roxy’s eyes widen and she giggles, then looks at Vinnie again.
“Okay Vinnie… catch your breath and get a glass of water. We just got paid for round two of the Harvey setup.”
“WHAT?!”
Roxy rolls over onto her stomach, tucking her knees up underneath of her and adjusting the sheet so it covers her rear end.
“Dude why are you sticking your ass up in the air? I can’t eat your… wait… what did this dude ask for now? Oh, fuck, don’t tell me…”
Roxy smiles and gives the webcam a little wave.
“Like groceries, baby… eat it like groceries.”
THE REST OF THIS FEED IS FOR PREMIUM MEMBERS ONLY
Malibu – Late Friday Night.
Vinnie Lane walks down a hallway muttering to himself. He’s wearing a small pink silk bathrobe without having cinched it in the front so his bikini briefs still show.
“Fuckin’ doing that shit again… I don’t care how much money that shitty actor pays to watch it either, that’s just not my style, man…”
Vinnie keeps going on and on, obviously annoyed by whatever he may have just had to do. He finds a door and opens it, entering a large bathroom. When he walks in he stops in his tracks, as a deluge of water rushes over and soaks his bare feet.
“Oh fuck! What the fuck happened?! SHIT!”
Vinnie rushes over to the bathtub, which is running and overflowing like crazy. He hurriedly twists the knobs to the off position and cuts off the water flow, then grabs a handful of towels from the racks and tosses them onto the floor, soaking up as much of the mess as he can.
“Rox… ROX! Get in here dude, I need some help! There’s a huge mess and…. What the…”
Vinnie stops dead and stares into the bathtub. The water still rippling from the faucets that have only ceased spraying out water moments ago is clear, but something sits in the center of the bathtub. Something square and black, wiry. Like a cage.
“Oh, no way dude…”
Getting closer to the tub, Vinnie’s fears are confirmed. Inside the bathtub is a small black animal cage. It’s completely submerged by the water level. And floating inside of the cage, pressed right up against the roof bars, is a dead, pink, rat.
“Oh…”
Roxy’s voice causes Vinnie to snap out of his horrified daze as he spins around, splashing some water this way and that. He stares at his fiancé in the doorway, looking stunning as always in her matching robe to his – though hers being purple to his pink. He looks at her while she smiles. She laughs.
“The water got too high for the little pink rat, Vinnie.”
“Well what the fuck did you expect dude! You killed the fucking thing! You drowned it!”
“I sure did, baby. I sure did.”
And she laughs. And laughs. And laughs.
~THE END~
