Bad Girls
" My fucken parents...hate 'em...", said dark-haired Lisa to her blond friend, Trudy, "...they ain't sending me any more damn money...told me to shape up before I get another dime."
Looking at the brunette, Trudy replied, " I know...same here...that's why we're on the streets now...selling our butts!"
Her dark mane raised to the top of her head, Lisa answered with, " I just can't stop...got hocked on that shit last year...now I can't stop...can't get off of drugs."
Walking down the street in some dilapidated Chicago neighborhood, the two pretty but worn out looking college drop outs stayed next to one another as they strolled along, each young lady dressed in some old flannel shirt, a pair of jeans, and thigh high black stiletto boots, the pants tucked into the footwear.
" How much you got left?", asked Trudy, the girl's blond hair going down a few inches below her shoulders.
" Coke or money?"
" Ah...both."
Going through her purse, dark-eyed Lisa replied, " Um...not much of either...enough coke for another fix but not enough money to buy more of that white stuff."
" Me too...so what are we gonna do?"
" Use what we got left then get our asses moving again...see if we can raise more money."
" But I'm tired...I don't wanna work today...man, this is a bunch of fucken shit."
" I know...and our parents are rich...why can't they help us out?"
" Guess they hate us now."
Trudy and Lisa kept walking until the two cheap whores saw this one ally after which they approached the darkened throughway and entered, walking between two old apartment buildings, trash all over the place, not to mention the windows, half of which were broken.
" Looks beautiful, doesn't it?", remarked Trudy.
When they were a hundred feet into the narrow passage way, Trudy went up against the left building's wall, lead her back to the bricks, and finally let her nice ass sink to the ground, Lisa doing the same, both girls now seated next to one another, reaching into their purses.
Lisa removed a syringe full of a white liquid and injected herself in the arm with the cocaine solution while Trudy simply sniffed some of the stuff she got from her own purse, saying, " Why do you always use a needle...why don't you just do it like I do?"
" Because...I just don't like it that way."
It didn't take long and both girls got themselves a little "high", the dope going through their veins, having its effect, causing them to forget about their plight as they just sat their all intoxicated.
" Good...I feel better now.", said Lisa as she reached into her purse again and produced a pack of cigarettes, handing a Marlboro to her friend when both girls fired up and puffed the next few minutes away, staring at the opposite brick wall, a garbage can right next to them overflowing with trash.
Despite her drug induced "euphoria", Lisa removed the cigarette from her mouth and complained, " Man...this sucks...this fucken life...we really need more money."
" Then we'll have to do more "sucking" to get more money...now won't we?"
" Yea...but I really want more money...we don't get enough cash when we do "it" by selling our butts...I want more!"
" I really don't know what to say."
Her brain all screwed up from the junk she injected into herself, Lisa quickly got up and let her frustrations out on the garbage can, kicking it a few times until the whole thing fell over and spilled its ugly contents.
" C'mon..., Lisa..., take it easy...c'mon...!"
" It sucks...it just fucken sucks...everything, I hate myself...I hate my life...why can't I get a fucken life...why the hell did I fucken do all this to myself!"
" Who knows...let's just think about tomorrow...we're gonna need more money before we crash out...I don't wanna go cold turky...that's for sure."
A few moments later, Lisa calmed down somewhat, parking her nice ass back to the concrete, still smoking the same cigarette, puffing up a huge cloud until suddenly the dark-haired girl happened to turn her head, looking back toward the street.
" Hey Trudy...look at that!", said Lisa with a loud whisper.
" What...what is it?"
" That...that old guy there."
" What about him?"
" Think he's got any money on him?"
" Probably...not too much...but I'm sure he's got something."
" Then let's go get it."
" Oh c'mon...that guy can't do it...he's too old...it's probably been over ten or twenty years since his last hard on..., c'mon..., forget it...we'll work the streets tomorrow..., I'm too tired today."
" Who said we're gonna sell our asses to him...let's just take his money...if you know what I mean!"
" What...oh no...c'mon...we got enough problems..., I ain't gonna end up in jail..., no way!"
Looking back and forth for a second, Lisa replied, " No one's around, I'll bet both of these buildings are deserted or abandoned...let's go for it...I need another fix..., today!"
" But Lisa?"
The dark-haired girl got to her feet and strolled forth, flicking the cigarette to the side as the blond also got up, a look of fear and curiosity on her face as she followed Lisa until the brunette finally approached the old man, saying, " Hey you..., I'll suck your dick for fifty...c'mon!"
He didn't even respond, he just kept moving.
"Hey old man...I'm talking to you!"
The guy just shook his head, telling her he wasn't interested.
" What the fuck are you saying...that I ain't good enough or something?"
It was quite obvious that the old person just wanted to be on his way, causing Lisa to get angry when she marched forth and took hold of the man's arm, pulling him toward the ally's darkened entrance!
" LEAVE ME ALONE...DON'T TOUCH ME!!!", yelled the old man with his course and feeble voice.
" You're coming with me!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
" C'mon Trudy...help me!!", said Lisa, struggling with the man.
Not too happy with the whole thing, Trudy nevertheless gave her friend a "hand" and took hold of the guy's other arm, both girls tugging like crazy, dragging him into the narrow passageway until he was out of view. A second later, Lisa swung her purse and struck the guy's head with it, hitting him as hard as she could, yelling, " GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY...YOU OLD FUCK...NOW!!"
He tried to get away as he held the side of his face, but Lisa put her right foot forward and tripped the guy, causing him to fall down to his knees after which the drug crazed girl kicked him in the face with her boot, screaming, " GIVE ME YOUR MONEY...YOUR MONEY!!!"
" LET ME GO...I DON'T HAVE ANY...PLEASE!!!", begged the old person, his face bleeding as he struggled to stand up again.
" EVERYONE'S GOT MONEY...", yelled Lisa, "...NOW GIVE IT TO ME...I DON'T CARE IF YOU ONLY GOT FIVE FUCKEN DOLLARS...I WANT IT!"
The victim didn't answer as he continued to struggle, still trying to get back on his feet when Lisa again raised her boot, this time stepping down on his back, forcing his stomach to the ground, his face pressed to the concrete.
"YEA...THAT'S IT...OLD MAN...EAT THE DIRT...YEA!!"
Again, the brunette kicked him in the head, doing it over and over until blood came forth, dripping to the ground, the side of his face bleeding as well!
" C'mon Lisa...let's forget about this...let's get outta here!", urged the blond.
" Don't worry, Trudy...I'll get something from this...I will!"
After six more kicks, the man lost most of his energy as the evil girl finally rolled him over to his back and then stepped over his frame, one foot to each side until she finally went down, her ass going directly over his face while the girl searched his pockets, looking for his wallet or something of value!
" Yea...yea..., here it is...his wallet...got it!", said Lisa as she removed the thing, stood up again, and opened it, removing some cash, saying, " Not much..., but it's better than nothing...twenty six bucks."
" Ok...let's go...you got what you want...let's get the fuck outta here...please!", said the blond, wishing to run!
However, instead of immediately "taking off", Lisa replied, " But he'll tell on us...we're girls...we'll be easy to find."
" What are you saying?"
" It's obvious.", answered Lisa as she rolled the helpless victim to his back again and started stomping the sole of her black leather boot into his face over and over, screaming, " DIE MOTHER FUCKER...YOU HAD YOUR LIFE....YOU OLD PIECE OF SHIT...NOW FUCKEN DIE!!!!"
All that came from the elderly individual were a few sounds of pain, his face all smashed in with blood flowing all over!
" This ain't doing it!", exclaimed Lisa, " There's gotta be a better way!"
A second later, Lisa's drug infected mind came up with a "solution" as the brunette sat down on his chest and took hold of the guy's throat, squeezing it, trying to choke the poor man! When his lungs started to really demand air, the guy's natural instincts kicked in and his body bounced up and down while his hands reached for Lisa's, weakening the girl's hold!
" HELP ME, TRUDY..., PLEASE...TAKE HOLD OF HIS ARMS...C'MON!!!"
The blond approached and assisted her more determined friend, kneeling behind the man's head and taking hold of his wrists, making it easier for the brunette to strangle the man, but despite all Lisa's efforts, she couldn't completely over power him, his desire to live exceeded their strength!
" CAN'T YOU HOLD HIM, TRUDY!!!", cried Lisa.
"I'M TRYING...I'M TRYING!"
Since the strangulation was taking too long, Lisa quickly got up and raced over to one of the basement windows just a few inches above the ground, kicking at the thing, smashing the glass after which she picked up one of the larger fragments and returned to the old guy, again parking her ass on his chest when she suddenly moved the sharp object toward his neck and cut the man's throat, a fountain of blood spraying forth, going all over the nearby wall!
" There we go...that did it.", remarked the brunette as she dropped the thing and stood up straight, her terrified friend doing the same.
While her hands shook like crazy, Trudy said, " Y...you killed him...he's dead!"
" No Trudy..., WE killed him...remember that...ok?"
Not really knowing what else to say, Trudy just stood there for another five seconds until both girls finally "took off", running down the ally in the opposite direction, back out to the street when they rounded another corner and put more distance between themselves and their crime. After each girl slowed down and caught her breath, they fired up cigarettes and were on their way again, strolling along, doing the best they could to forget the whole thing.
The End