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"um, well, um... my dad makes me! or he beats me! if i don't make enough money at the end of the week, he locks me in a room and i don't get anything to eat for three days!",
taryn started crying dramatically. there's my point: she uses her talents for pure evil.
the dude just stared at her in horror.
"oh... god... um... well, here, i guess i can help. come in, come in"
'shit, i don't want to stay out here by myself', i thought.
"taryn, taryn, sister! did you get caught again? you know what father will do to us!", i screamed, running towards the window. taryn directed her red and blotchy face towards me in awe. she knew what i was thinking.
"um... yes, sister", she said darkly.
"oh, are you gonna get beaten too?" the guy asked.
"oh yes. it's awful... but father always says, 'discipline is always the answer'. that way, we will keep our virginities until the age of thirty". his face dropped and quickly lifted as i teasingly said, "of course, he doesn't know that's not the case. not with me, at least". i played with a curl that fell over my face. he blushed. taryn pretended to gag.
"sister, you shouldn't speak like that. what if he can hear us?". her choppily cut bangs were stuck to her forehead due to sweat. she was so embarrassed. i couldn't help but laugh at her inside.
"i'm sure he can't"
"well", the guy cut us off, "why don't you guys come in. i mean, it's not in the most formal way to get in someone's room, but it's something". he ran his fingers around the window.
"i don't think that's nec--"
"aw, you're sweet! c'mon sis, get in!". i kicked taryn's butt in. she looked at me angrily.
taryn had always been a big girl, but this time it really demonstrated itself of how big she really was. pushing her through the window was one of the hardest tasks i've ever had to accomplish. the dude was pulling, i was pushing. i just wanted to get in there, honestly, and that's why i tried so hard.
finally, after a few minutes of the ordeal, we managed to get her in the hotel room. i swiftly lifted my leg over the window sill and crouched down to avoid hitting my head. the guy helped me in, and taryn stood out of the way with her arms crossed, making signs at me. i got it, she was pissed, but we wouldn't get another opportunity like this one. besides, she was the one who started it all. i just went along with it.
once we were all in the room, i looked around. it was small and dimly lighted. there was a king sized bed on the left side of the room. on the right there was a red door, leading to what seemed like a bathroom. cheap and dark wallpaper covered the walls. the television was on, playing an infomercial about baseball cards. ugh.
"sooo... what are your guys' names?", the guy asked.
taryn took the lead.
"i'm taryn... how about you?"
"i'm frankie". he had such a nice voice.
"cool", taryn replied.
"who are you, then, stranger?". i laughed.
"i'm penny"
"cool name"
"thanks"
i know i seem like i was acting like a whore, but i'm not. it was all part of the act. taryn had one, i had one. we had never told each other about them, we just agreed to play along. there need be a slut sister, needn't there?
anyway, the coolest part of this whole night was that none of these guys, who had caught us in the act, had ever invited us in. taryn's act never worked, but it seems like it did on this one. and on the plus side, he was adorable. the guys i usually met were total dicks AND ugly. this one gave me a different feeling.
"so, why does your father make you do this precisely?"
taryn got to it before i could. maybe it was for the better.
"we take pictures of naked celebrities, he sells them to some jack-off that lives in an alley downtown, and god knows what he does with the photos"
"what the fuck?", frankie said shockingly.
"yeah, pretty fucked up. so, what's the name of your band", taryn asked, as if she didn't know.
"my OLD band's name is hurricane route. we're broken up now, though"
"cool"
he looked at her.
"i mean, god, what a sad story"
silence. awkward silence. emphasize the awkward.
"hmmm...", taryn said as she proceeded to sit on the bed. she gave frankie a rushed look, as if she needed something from him. frankie didn't seem to get the hint.
"if... we don't get back home with, well, something...", she proceeded, "i guess you know the rest. and i'm pretty fucking sick of the bruises"
"oh, that... yeah, i don't know. can't you just take one of my sweaty shirts and go?"
taryn shook her head, her eyes shut and a hand over her heart.
"sorry honey. that's not gonna work"
another silence. i jumped in for the kill.
"but, i mean sis, we COULD go back home. the closet isn't that bad anymore... we're so used to--"
"no, no, i'll do it. but let me say something, your father is really fucked up... why don't you guys call the cops on him?"
"oh!", taryn shouted, looking up at the ceiling. i played along.
"OH HEAVENS! NO! father doesn't believe in governmental authority. he says it's highly corrupt, and it WILL rid us of our virginities". taryn gave me that look again. she was so pissed!
"rigghhtttt...", said frankie, "well, here goes nothing i guess"
he put his hand over the fly of his pants. my heart skipped a fucking beat. i swear.
then he stopped.
"wait, should i be posy, or should i act surprised, or what?"
"just relax... pretend you're here by yourself", taryn described.
"pretend you're watching a german porn flick by yourself", i whispered.
"PENNY!"
"sorry. i didn't think you'd catch that". i giggled. frankie smiled as he looked down.
he took a moment and a deep breath. then he started at his pant zipper again. i sat in the back, where the camera wouldn't catch me. taryn waited patiently.
frankie was now pulling his pants down, revealing his black boxers. he hesitated for a second, again, until he finally took his underpants off. i looked away. i know i was supposed to be acting like the skank, but in real life, i wasn't. far from it, actually. this was all really shocking. i mean, he had fallen for it! we were gonna get big bucks for this. the pictures weren't gonna be all blurred, or with shitty lighting. this was awesome.
frankie laid on the bed, touching his... you know. he was shy at first, but then he got really into it. i couldn't stop laughing.
"penny, you're not making this easier!", yelled taryn.
"i'm sorry. i just can't... pff--HAHAHAHA!"
"SHH! dumbass!", taryn yelled.
it seemed like frankie couldn't hear us. he was intense. his face started to shift. at first he had been tense, but now, it was like millions of worries were being lifted off his shoulders. he was moving slowly and gently. the flash of taryn's camera was lighting his body up in every direction. i was drifting off. my eyes were glued to his face. his expressions were flawlessly handsome, and the sensuality in his look was absolutely intense. my mind lost thought.
"that's good", i heard taryn say, occasionally.
frankie softly groaned time and time again.
taryn started crying dramatically. there's my point: she uses her talents for pure evil.
the dude just stared at her in horror.
"oh... god... um... well, here, i guess i can help. come in, come in"
'shit, i don't want to stay out here by myself', i thought.
"taryn, taryn, sister! did you get caught again? you know what father will do to us!", i screamed, running towards the window. taryn directed her red and blotchy face towards me in awe. she knew what i was thinking.
"um... yes, sister", she said darkly.
"oh, are you gonna get beaten too?" the guy asked.
"oh yes. it's awful... but father always says, 'discipline is always the answer'. that way, we will keep our virginities until the age of thirty". his face dropped and quickly lifted as i teasingly said, "of course, he doesn't know that's not the case. not with me, at least". i played with a curl that fell over my face. he blushed. taryn pretended to gag.
"sister, you shouldn't speak like that. what if he can hear us?". her choppily cut bangs were stuck to her forehead due to sweat. she was so embarrassed. i couldn't help but laugh at her inside.
"i'm sure he can't"
"well", the guy cut us off, "why don't you guys come in. i mean, it's not in the most formal way to get in someone's room, but it's something". he ran his fingers around the window.
"i don't think that's nec--"
"aw, you're sweet! c'mon sis, get in!". i kicked taryn's butt in. she looked at me angrily.
taryn had always been a big girl, but this time it really demonstrated itself of how big she really was. pushing her through the window was one of the hardest tasks i've ever had to accomplish. the dude was pulling, i was pushing. i just wanted to get in there, honestly, and that's why i tried so hard.
finally, after a few minutes of the ordeal, we managed to get her in the hotel room. i swiftly lifted my leg over the window sill and crouched down to avoid hitting my head. the guy helped me in, and taryn stood out of the way with her arms crossed, making signs at me. i got it, she was pissed, but we wouldn't get another opportunity like this one. besides, she was the one who started it all. i just went along with it.
once we were all in the room, i looked around. it was small and dimly lighted. there was a king sized bed on the left side of the room. on the right there was a red door, leading to what seemed like a bathroom. cheap and dark wallpaper covered the walls. the television was on, playing an infomercial about baseball cards. ugh.
"sooo... what are your guys' names?", the guy asked.
taryn took the lead.
"i'm taryn... how about you?"
"i'm frankie". he had such a nice voice.
"cool", taryn replied.
"who are you, then, stranger?". i laughed.
"i'm penny"
"cool name"
"thanks"
i know i seem like i was acting like a whore, but i'm not. it was all part of the act. taryn had one, i had one. we had never told each other about them, we just agreed to play along. there need be a slut sister, needn't there?
anyway, the coolest part of this whole night was that none of these guys, who had caught us in the act, had ever invited us in. taryn's act never worked, but it seems like it did on this one. and on the plus side, he was adorable. the guys i usually met were total dicks AND ugly. this one gave me a different feeling.
"so, why does your father make you do this precisely?"
taryn got to it before i could. maybe it was for the better.
"we take pictures of naked celebrities, he sells them to some jack-off that lives in an alley downtown, and god knows what he does with the photos"
"what the fuck?", frankie said shockingly.
"yeah, pretty fucked up. so, what's the name of your band", taryn asked, as if she didn't know.
"my OLD band's name is hurricane route. we're broken up now, though"
"cool"
he looked at her.
"i mean, god, what a sad story"
silence. awkward silence. emphasize the awkward.
"hmmm...", taryn said as she proceeded to sit on the bed. she gave frankie a rushed look, as if she needed something from him. frankie didn't seem to get the hint.
"if... we don't get back home with, well, something...", she proceeded, "i guess you know the rest. and i'm pretty fucking sick of the bruises"
"oh, that... yeah, i don't know. can't you just take one of my sweaty shirts and go?"
taryn shook her head, her eyes shut and a hand over her heart.
"sorry honey. that's not gonna work"
another silence. i jumped in for the kill.
"but, i mean sis, we COULD go back home. the closet isn't that bad anymore... we're so used to--"
"no, no, i'll do it. but let me say something, your father is really fucked up... why don't you guys call the cops on him?"
"oh!", taryn shouted, looking up at the ceiling. i played along.
"OH HEAVENS! NO! father doesn't believe in governmental authority. he says it's highly corrupt, and it WILL rid us of our virginities". taryn gave me that look again. she was so pissed!
"rigghhtttt...", said frankie, "well, here goes nothing i guess"
he put his hand over the fly of his pants. my heart skipped a fucking beat. i swear.
then he stopped.
"wait, should i be posy, or should i act surprised, or what?"
"just relax... pretend you're here by yourself", taryn described.
"pretend you're watching a german porn flick by yourself", i whispered.
"PENNY!"
"sorry. i didn't think you'd catch that". i giggled. frankie smiled as he looked down.
he took a moment and a deep breath. then he started at his pant zipper again. i sat in the back, where the camera wouldn't catch me. taryn waited patiently.
frankie was now pulling his pants down, revealing his black boxers. he hesitated for a second, again, until he finally took his underpants off. i looked away. i know i was supposed to be acting like the skank, but in real life, i wasn't. far from it, actually. this was all really shocking. i mean, he had fallen for it! we were gonna get big bucks for this. the pictures weren't gonna be all blurred, or with shitty lighting. this was awesome.
frankie laid on the bed, touching his... you know. he was shy at first, but then he got really into it. i couldn't stop laughing.
"penny, you're not making this easier!", yelled taryn.
"i'm sorry. i just can't... pff--HAHAHAHA!"
"SHH! dumbass!", taryn yelled.
it seemed like frankie couldn't hear us. he was intense. his face started to shift. at first he had been tense, but now, it was like millions of worries were being lifted off his shoulders. he was moving slowly and gently. the flash of taryn's camera was lighting his body up in every direction. i was drifting off. my eyes were glued to his face. his expressions were flawlessly handsome, and the sensuality in his look was absolutely intense. my mind lost thought.
"that's good", i heard taryn say, occasionally.
frankie softly groaned time and time again.
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