Over the Edge
Alone by herself, twenty eight year old Helen sat behind her small office desk and smoked away at her cigarette, leaning back in the chair, her two black western boots up on the desk as she did nothing but puff the time away, the woman dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
Her dark mane raised up high with a couple of pins, Helen finally got up off her terrific ass and strolled to the back of the office area, over to an old coffee brewer, where she poured herself some of the black brew but then opened a small refrigerator and removed a bottle of whiskey, pouring some of the booze into the coffee. At a casual pace, Helen went over to the office entrance and leaned up against the door post, staring out at all the old washing machines and dryers, the lady owning her own Laundromat on the dingy side of some small Southern Ohio town, the dilapidated joint having a gravel lot in the back together with a back and front door, no windows or anything in the main area holding the washers, only the office had a glass window next to Helen’s desk.
After Helen fired up another cigarette, she took a sip of the “coffee” and simply stood there for a while, staring away over at the open rear door, looking out at the gravel lot, finally seeing an old rusted station wagon pull in and come to a halt.
Helen watched a big fat ugly short haired blond together with a nine year old girl and a four year old boy get out of the car. Shaking her head, the sexy brunette remarked to herself, “ Oh Man...not that fucken fat bitch again..., I don’t want her here..., she ruins the washers all the time.”
The fat woman reached into the back of the station wagon and removed a huge basket full of laundry, finally coming into the place through the rear door, her two filthy kids following her until the woman finally stood before one of the washers. It didn’t take long and the blond had all her clothes stuffed into the machine, pouring in some detergent afterward. She put the coins in the slot and hit the button. For the next ten minutes, no one really did or said anything as Helen returned to her office and poured herself another cup of coffee, adding some booze again as well, finally going back to the desk, parking her beautiful butt.
While the brunette just sat there on her nice ass, reading a magazine and smoking her cigarette, she suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound.
“ Shit!”, exclaimed Helen to herself as she got up and marched from the room, going out to the main area, over to the fat lady.
“ Look what you did again...I told you last week not to stuff the washer like that!”
“ It’s a cheap piece of shit...”, replied the other woman, “...it’ll break down no matter what.”
“ You stuff it up to much.”
“ I got allot of clothes.”
“ It’s not the amount of clothes you got..., it’s the size of each piece..., you fat bitch!”
A pissed off expression on the blond’s face, she yelled, “FUCK YOU...YOU’RE PLACE HERE SUCKS!”
“You suck..., I don’t want you here anymore...this is the third fucken time I had to call the repair guys because of you...don’t come here anymore..., I’m serious!”
“ That’s because you’re too damn cheap to get new washers...these things are over twenty years old!”
Looking over at the two kids for a second, Helen then returned her attention to the other woman and said with wicked sarcasm, “ How the fuck did you have kids anyway..., I mean...how did you do it with you husband..., if he got on top of you, there’d be to much fat in the way..., his dick would never reach your cunt!”
“FUCK YOU!”
Helen went on, “ So I guess you’d have to lay down on the kitchen table or something...that way all he’s gotta do is push up at the blubber, hold it all in place..., and then stick it in..., but wait..., that won’t work either because the table would brake through..., you fat ugly piece of shit! So tell me...how’d you do it?”
“GO TO HELL...YOU FUCKEN BITCH!”
“ You’re the fucken bitch...you fat ugly dog..., now take your damn clothes outta my washer and get the hell outta here..., NOW!!”
“FUCK YOU...YOU DAMN WHORE..., HERE...TAKE THIS!”
The fat woman turned sideways and then ran up against the machine, body slamming the thing, doing it over and over, wishing to bust lose all the plumbing attached to the back of the washer.
“ HEY...STOP THAT...YOU’RE GONNA COST ME MORE MONEY!”
“ THAT’S THE IDEA...YOU FUCKEN CUNT!”
Helen stepped forward and pushed the fat woman, trying to get her away from the machine. Quickly, the blond turned around and slammed herself right into the brunette, throwing Helen up against the opposite wall, the dark-haired woman stumbling over a couple of metal chairs!
Since she was a little under the influence, Helen’s anger got the best of her, causing the brunette to quickly grab one of the old chairs and bring it down over the blond’s head, striking her over and over until the ugly bitch fell to the floor, her skull busted open, a huge pool of blood forming around her head, the fat woman just laying there with her eyes wide open, killed by the sexy brunette! For the next ten seconds, no one said anything until the girl suddenly took off running, toward the front entrance, terror in her eyes! Instinctively, Helen went after the child, the chair still in her hand. Before the girl could reach the door, Helen struck her over the head, after which the kid fell down and Helen hit her a few more times, making sure the poor kid would never wake up again, killing the girl!
Out of breath, Helen turned around and locked the front entrance, going back to the rear of the structure, where she locked the other door as well, quickly going into her office afterward, turning around the sign so anyone on the outside would see the word “closed”. Wishing to calm her nerves, the woman strolled back to the refrigerator and poured herself a drink followed by another, finally returning to the main area, going over to the little four year old kid.
Just standing there, the confused child didn’t know what to do, he only stared up at the woman who stood before him with her weight shifted and her hands on her hips. They simply looked at one another for a short while, the lady staring down at him, the child looking up at her “towering” frame.
Knowing she had to get rid of him, Helen reached forth and took hold of his hairs, after which the woman smashed his head two times against a nearby washer, watching him finally fall to the floor, laying on his back now, some blood dripping from the side of his head as he stared up at her, intense fear in his eyes! Slowly, the brunette raised her right boot and placed it on the child’s neck, pressing down at his throat, increasing the pressure.
“NO...PLEASE...I WANT MY MOMMY!”
“ Fuck you...brat..., you’ll see your mommy in a few moments...down in hell!”
“PLEASE...NO...PLEASE...IT HURTS!”
“ Sorry kid...I gotta do this..., it’s not my fault..., it’s your fucken fat mother’s fault!”
She kept her foot down on the child, pressing harder and harder, until the kid took hold of her boot, thinking he could push it away. However, his efforts were useless, the pressure on his neck only went up and up!
“ NO PLEASE!’, begged the little boy.
“ C’mon brat...don’t fight it...you’re only making it hard for yourself!”
“ NO...DON’T...DON’T!”
“ Your fat mother should’ve aborted your ass four years ago..., then I wouldn’t have to do it now..., c’mon kid...let it go...accept it!”
Helen kept her boot on his neck until the poor child’s face turned all red. A few more seconds went by and the kid was finally dead, suffocated to death, killed by the brunette! After the little boy expired, Helen removed her foot, stepped backed, leaned up against one of the washers, and fired up a cigarette, thinking about what to do next.
As the lady stood there, the phone in her office suddenly rang. Startled, Helen nevertheless strolled into the smaller room and picked up the receiver, saying, “ Hello?”
“ Hi...I just drove past your place...are you open yet? I thought I saw a “closed” sign in the window.”, said some guy.
“ Um...ah..., yea..., I’ll be open soon..., I just got some stuff to fix up..., something broke.”
“ Oh..., OK..., what time should I come over?”
“ Just to be safe...wait till after twelve.”
“ OK...thanks.”
“ No problem.”
When she hung up the phone, the dark-haired woman fired up another cigarette and returned to the main area, where she looked at the three dead people, scratched her head, and then unlocked the rear door, going over to the fat woman afterward, taking up the corpse from under its armpits, slowly dragging the fat carcass out through the back door, stopping now and then to catch her breath, saying to herself, “Man...this is one fat heavy bitch!”
Finally, Helen reached the station wagon where she put her hand into the dead lady’s pocket and produced the car keys, opening up the car’s tailgate. Using all her strength, Helen raised up the corpse and shoved it up into the vehicle, returning to the Laundromat afterward. She dragged the two kids out as well, also shoving their bodies into the rear of the car.
Wasting no time, Helen returned to the building and removed all the fat woman’s clothes from the washer, stuffing it all back into the basket, taking it out to the car, putting the basket on the back seat. It didn’t take much longer and Helen had the Laundromat all mopped up, washing away all the blood. A second later, however, the phone rang again.
“ Hello?”
“What time do you close today?”, asked some lady.
“ Nine.”
“ OK...thanks.”
After she hung up, Helen said to herself, “ Fucken assholes...I got the time in the damn phone book...can’t they read?”
With everything all set, Helen finally walked through the back door, locked it, and then went over to the station wagon. She parked her nice ass behind the wheel, started the engine, and slowly drove off, headed only two miles away over to the old levee which held back a small river. On the side opposite the river’s end was a huge concrete basin holding water which was over fifty feet deep. When she finally got there, the brunette saw no one else around. As a result, the woman drove up on the concrete damn and came to halt, the front of the car only a few feet from the edge, after which Helen put the thing into neutral and got out, going to the rear of the station wagon, where she turned around and then pressed her ass up against the bumper, trying to push it forward.
“ C’mon...c’mon..., why doesn’t this fucken thing move!”, bitched Helen to herself, huffing and puffing, using all her might!
She kept pushing.
“ So what’s the problem? Is it the car or the fat bitch inside?”
Pissed off now, Helen started rocking the thing back and forth until it eventually moved a little, inching its way forward, gradually picking up speed. After a few more seconds, the car finally went right over the edge as the brunette quickly turned around and looked down, seeing the thing strike the water, make a huge splash, float for a short while, and then slowly sink, disappearing into the murky darkness, a bunch of bubbles coming up for a minute or so.
Nodding her head, Helen fired up a fresh cigarette, stood there for a few more seconds, and then left, taking a short cut through the woods, finally returning to the Laundromat.
The End