(( Hahahaha, while in the middle of attempting to make a sort of important side note about Pip's height difference compared to everyone else, I was trying to think of another semi-short character who could help demonstrate Pip's awkward height and somehow Wants-ler popped in there...I mean looking back now that was my bad, I don't even think Wantsy is supposed to be a short character..
*Ahem* My bad, Anywho.. Pip is supposed to have a complex about his height, which is only worsened by the fact he often wears over-sized clothing, and despite being a little past 18 years old, he's still mistaken as a kid~ CUZ HE'S JUST A CUTE LITTLE FLUFFBUTT~! <3))
Steampunk Onceler has an addiction only Crud-ler can treat.
A sequel-of-sorts to Relax.
It’s not my best work, but it has its moments. So, take it or leave it.
And, Bitch Onceler and Wants-ler are in this, as side characters. This is mostly Crud and Steam.
The living room apartment was filled with ecstasy as images of porn flashed across the TV screen. The coffee table was an overflowing mess of dirty dishes, empty beer and soda cans, various snack wrappers, a handful of used tissues and a bottle of lube. Crud-ler leaned back, kicking his feet up on the table, fully relaxed and with a smug smirk of self-satisfaction as he continued to watch the rented porno.
“Are you going to sit around all day?” Bitch Onceler barked from the kitchen.
Crud shrugged. “Hey, it’s a tough economy.”
“If Wants-ler and I can find jobs to pay off our share of the rent, so can you.”
“By the way, how’s the bartender business?”
“Hard work, but satisfying. Not that you would know. You’ve been jacking off all damn day.”
“Not all day. Say, why don’t you put that new bartender license to work and mix me a Manhattan?”
“Why don’t you turn down that damned porno before the landlord comes up to bitch again? And pick up the damn classifieds, bitch!”
A loud pounding rang out from the floor, it sounded like the neighbor downstairs knocking on the ceiling again. Crud-ler slammed his foot down, knocking back, before rolling his eyes and grabbing the newspaper hanging off the arm of the couch.
The apartment door opened wide, with a delighted Wants-ler strolling into the apartment. “I’m back! With money!” he almost sang.
“Let me see.” Bitch Onceler came in from the kitchen, wearing a pink apron and green oven mitts. He took one of the mitts off as he gawked at the wad of cash Wants-ler was boastingly fanning in his hand. “Wants-ler! How did you make six hundred bucks in five hours?”
“He’s a horny bitch, and you just asked him that?” Crud-ler asked sourly from behind the classified ads he pretended to read.
“It all goes to Daddy!” Wants-ler chimed.
“Uh, Wants-ler?” Onceler explained. “We’re on our own now. We have no Daddy.”
Wants-ler’s face sank, his lower lip quivering weakly. “Oh….” It took two seconds for him to quickly buck up. “It’s all for me, then!”
Onceler tried to stop Wants-ler from trotting off to his room. “No! Wait! We need to make rent! At least give us a third!”
The commotion stopped in its tracks as a knock rang from the apartment door. The three bitches exchanged glances, not sure who would be knocking at this hour. Onceler assumed it was one of the neighbors, but Wants-ler had another thought.
“DADDY!!” Wants-ler raced to the door and threw it wide open. “Hey! You’re not Daddy!”
“Uh, no. C-can I come in?”
Crud lowered the newspaper, a wide grin growing on his face. Oh, he knew that voice. He tucked the newspaper aside and stood up from the couch. “Let him in, bitch.”
Wants-ler stepped aside, letting Steampunk Onceler in. The inventor was unbelievably skittish, and he had the look of a lamb who wandered in to a den of wolves. He folded his arms over his chest, hugging himself nervously, as he heard Wants-ler slowly close the door behind him.
Crud crossed his arms, standing tall and very amused at the man who walked through his door. “Well well, what brings you here?”
“Uh, well…” Steampunk could barely get the words out, as he lightly rested his trembling fingers to his chin. “I, uh… oh, I don’t know how to say this…”
“Let it out,” Crud-ler cooed, enjoying every minute of this.
“... I… n-need you.”
“… for…?”
“Uhm… c-can we talk in private?” Steampunk forced out through his lips.
An amused chuckle quietly came from Crud-ler’s throat. Encouraging, he rested his arm over Steam’s shoulder. “Follow me.”
Following his lead, Steampunk was led across the living room. He nervously turned his head, then quickly turned away in a red blush when he got his eyes full of the porno on the television. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Bitch Onceler shaking his head as he headed back to cooking dinner, and Wants-ler giggling like the naughty little boy he is.
Maybe this was a bad idea, Steampunk thought.
But as quick as that thought crossed his mind, Steampunk was already led through the small apartment hallway and into Crud-ler’s room. The place was a small modest bachelor pad, furnished with only a chair, a bed, a dresser and a small foldable poker table. The walls were painted a dark forest green, and the shag carpet was an ugly shade of red.
Crud-ler closed the bedroom door and took his seat in the only chair in the room. “Come, sit,” he offered, motioning to the bed.
Steampunk turned to the bed, then quickly turned back. “Uh, no thank you.”
“So,” Crud began, “what are we talking about here?”
Steampunk stood in the middle of the room, his knees buckled in and his left hand nervously rubbing up and down his right arm. “Uh, well… remember that day when you brought back Greedler from his little flight? And… things happened?”
“Vividly.”
“Yes, well… uhm… I… I just, cannot get that out of my head. I… I-I did not know how much I needed it so badly… I…”
Crud-ler was already liking where this is going. He stood up from his seat and stood in front of the timid inventor. “Yes…?”
“Crud-ler… I need another massage.”
“Oh.”
Steampunk could hear a taste of sour in Crud’s mouth. “Is that okay?”
“Oh, no, it’s perfectly okay,” Crud replied reassuringly, but couldn’t help but ask, “I was just wondering if you want a happy ending.”
“Happy… ending?” Steampunk’s face was beet red as he headed for the door. “This was a mistake.”
Crud stepped in between Steam and the door. “Wait, wait. I apologize for my humor. After all, I’m only doing what comes naturally.”
“That is what I am afraid of,” Steam blushed, looking down at the ground.
Crud placed a finger under Steam’s chin and lifted his head up. “Hey, I can do a simple massage. No problem.” Crud smiled as he motioned to the bed. “Why don’t you sit?”
Steam swallowed his fears as he made his way to the bed. He sat down, resting his hands at his sides onto the thin cotton bed sheets.
“Take off your shirt and vest,” Crud instructed.
“What?”
“I can’t rub your back through all that thick material. And take off the gloves too, it’ll help you relax.”
Steampunk hesitated, but began by taking off his black work gloves. His bare hands were dry and calloused, his nails dirty from oil. Steam tried to bend them, as if this was the first time in a long time his hands moved freely outside of the gloves.
His calloused hands worked their way to the buttons on his vest. Steampunk blushed nervously, blocking the watchful Crud from his mind as he began to disrobe his vest and shirt. Crud took all his willpower to not ask Steam to undress slower. That would only agitate the poor thing.
“Now, lay down.”
Steampunk froze. “O-on the bed? Y-your bed?”
Crud didn’t want to admit it, but he could see the problem. “You have my promise, I am a bitch no more. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”
“Like the kissing and kneading before?” Steampunk asked, almost humiliated from the memory of that.
“Okay, NOW I promise,” Crud admitted, “but come on, you liked that.”
“Right up until I had to sneak by Norma with a boner between my legs.”
Crud laughed. “Did Norma help you out with that?” Steampunk sat straight up and reached for his shirt, but Crud stopped him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more joking,” Crud said, calming himself down.
Steampunk flopped onto the bed in a huff, his face deep in Crud’s pillow. “See that you do. It is your last warning.”
Crud took the last warning to heart. Besides, when’s Steampunk going to do this again? Crud leaned over the side of the bed and cracked his knuckles. He wrapped his hands lightly around Steam’s shoulders and began to knead.
Steampunk lay silent on the bed for a minute or two, his arms almost dead at his sides. Then, he lifted up his head and folded his arms under his chin. He tried to keep a little moan of relaxation to himself as he closed his eyes.
Crud caught that moan and grinned wryly. “Work got you stressed?” he asked.
“You would not believe it,” Steampunk began. “Norma moved into my house for a few days, out of the blue. I mean, I do not mind, just a little notice is all. At least she is more helpful than Greedler.”
“Sounds like that robot is not much of a helper,” Crud commented.
“No, it has to be my fault,” Steampunk thought aloud. “Greedler has the perfect mental capacity to understand right and wrong, but sometimes I think his stubbornness is because I am misdirecting him.”
“Well, it’s just you and me now,” Crud said as he rubbed deep onto a knot between Steam’s shoulder blades.
Steam couldn’t help but moan aloud. “That spot has been sore for days… watch your nails.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Crud grinned.
Each second passed by with each firm knead of Crud’s hands. Crud moved his hands slowly and steadily, from Steam’s shoulders to his middle back. He could feel Steam tense up as he rubbed his hands on the sides of Steam’s torso. He backed off a bit, but couldn’t help but smile. Jittery little thing.
Steampunk rested a moment in silence, enjoying the tension being loosened out of his muscles. He opened up his eyes a little as he asked. “So… are you gay or straight?”
Crud almost stopped in his tracks. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, in the past you were a… prostitute? Were you seeing men exclusively?”
“Oh, that.” Crud shrugged. “We bitches were seeing both men and women. Some weeks more male clients would show up, some weeks more females.”
“No female prostitutes?” Steam asked.
“No, there wasn’t a high demand for females, though sometimes the bitches and I would pine for a chick bitch to bang after hours. You know, when we got tired of Wants-ler jumping our bones.”
“Oh… you were… very active?”
“It’s part of the job,” Crud explained with a shrug. “But, that’s in the past. The brothel is closed, and I’m a bitch no more.”
“And what do you do when you have those urges?”
“I do what normal people do: I jerk off.” Crud couldn’t help but ask, “What do you do when you have urges?”
Steampunk was silent, but Crud could almost see the blush rushing over his face. Crud let some time pass, moving his hands down to his lower back.
“You can say it.” Crud let another moment pass before he softly commented, “You know… I know about the robot’s dick.”
“What?” Steampunk rolled over onto his side. “How do you know about that?”
“Wants-ler pantsed him after he crashed through our roof,” Crud explained as he lowered Steam back down. “It’s okay, I stopped him from anything he was thinking.”
“I am glad.” Steampunk laid his head on the pillow and pouted. “I am not sleeping with my robot,” he grumbled.
Crud could feel the tension rising in Steam’s back muscles. Stress from work and that robot is one thing, but Steam is still a lonely man. He has needs. He still won’t say how he’s relieving them, but a back massage isn’t enough.
Steampunk let out a moan of relief as Crud massaged his lower back, just right above his ass.
Crud grinned. Maybe it is enough.
Taking a chance, Crud kept massaging the lower back as he leaned down against Steampunk’s neck. He enjoyed the sight of goose bumps prickling up on the back of Steam’s neck just at the feeling of Crud’s hot breath. Taking the initiative, Crud leaned in and gave the bare neck a nice sweet kiss.
While his hands kept busying themselves with the massage, Crud kept his lips busy against Steam’s neck. The more Steam apparently didn’t notice, the more Crud got into it, the more Crud thought he could get away with. Soon he was licking, sucking, breathing deeply against his neck.
Crud’s eyes opened as he felt lips pressed against his. Steampunk, the timid little boy, rolled over on his side just far enough to kiss back. This did send Crud into a bit of shock, before he was in heaven.
Pressing into the kiss, Crud-ler wrapped his arms around Steampunk. Lost in the moment, Steampunk wrapped his arms tight around Crud, his hands rubbing so firmly that they crinkled up the back of Crud’s green vest. Crud could feel Steam moan as he rubbed his fingers through his hair.
Steampunk shivered as he felt that hot wet tongue enter his mouth. He was at a loss of what to do, but felt as if Crud knew as he swept his tongue against his, leading the way. Steampunk’s tongue wiggled, but more like he was just trying to find a place for it among all this madness.
Soon the moment became a mess, a hot steamy blur of a mess. All they could do was feel their hands groping and the heat rising.
Suddenly, Steampunk pulled back. His senses were slowly crawling back. He saw his whole body in an entanglement with Crud’s as he lay deep into the crumpled bedspreads of his bed. Steampunk was topless and Crud’s vest was missing, with his shirt untucked and almost unbuttoned. Their hair was a mess, their bodies were hot to the touch, and they were still holding each other close.
Crud looked down upon Steam, who had a blank shocked look upon his face. Crud smiled down, trying to hide his lust, as he waited for Steam’s next move.
“I…”
“Yes…?”
“…. I gotta go.” Steampunk broke out of Crud’s grasp and rolled out of bed. Crud jumped up to his feet just as Steampunk grabbed his shirt and vest and raced for the door.
Steampunk stumbled to a stop as he ran into the living room. Wants-ler and Bitch Onceler were by the couch when they looked back on Steampunk, hair a mess and clothes in his arms. Bitch Onceler’s face sank. “Oh, Steam, you didn’t…”
Crud ran up from behind Steampunk and told them, “A bitch doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Since when?” Onceler asked, seeing through that lie.
“Since bitch struck out,” Wants-ler replied.
“No!” Crud-ler spat.
Steampunk couldn’t help but stand there, his face growing red as he quietly put his shirt back on.
Trying to change the subject, Bitch Onceler offered, “Hey, before you go Steam, would you like something to eat? I baked plenty of chicken.”
Steam wasn’t sure what to say. He came over for a massage, that ended in a make out session, and now people are offering him dinner? His scattered thoughts broke as he felt Crud’s arm drape over his shoulder.
“Come on, join us for dinner,” Crud offered with a warm smile. “Bitch knows how to fry up a mean chicken.”
All of a sudden there's A LOT OF STUFF I want to write! Including, but not limited to:
- my sequel to the swoncest fic First Meet (which is morphing into its own creation, as in NOT what I originally planned in the idea process)
- something involving Bitch Greedler and Steampunk Onceler, cause they give me the feels lately (though that one will be hard if I still can't write sex)
- something for my own mean, naughty satisfaction (my only hint is that it involves Switterone, or Swonter, or whatever...)
- and people still likes the bitches even though the brothel is closed and Bitch Greedler changed his name to Crud-ler (yeaah, you might want to change that baack...) So, I might write something with the bitches. Hell, I might take Gent's kind comment to headcanon and write a fic where he takes the unemployed bitches into HIS humble chateau until they're back on their feet. Seriously, Gent?? Having Wants-ler under your roof is a good idea??
You can try to talk me into which one to write first, but I think I might get the switterone off my back first, then pick a prompt at random.
Well, I might have some time to write. Especially with mom and dad celebrating their anniversary tomorrow indoors because of dad's broken leg and matching burned leg. (Aww, I ship my mom and dad so hard!) So, while I'm out of the house, maybe I'll catch a movie at the dollar then write some at the Starbucks.
Huh, writing various forms of oncest at a Starbucks... is that a new high or a new low?
A Pimp’s bitches fanfic with an enticing title (don’t you think?)
The bitches enjoy a night off with pizza, cards, movies and more antics.
Guest starring Gentleman Onceler and a cameo by GentlePimp.
Rated PG13 for naughtiness.
I am nervous that some moments may be out of character to some, especially to the ask blogs that own these characters. So if at any point you may think something might be a little off… uh, pretend it’s an AU thing, yeah, that’s it ^^; Besides, it’s a fanfic bout the bitches, it’s all in good fun :)
Eight oclock, and the brothel is closed. Yup, it’s that night again, the night Pimp’s Gentleman comes over for a visit.
Which means the bitches get a night off to themselves.
Bitch Onceler was busying himself in the kitchen, making a nice dinner for everyone as requested by Pimp Greedler. Well, a dinner for Gentleman, but why can’t the bitches have something to eat too? Onceler leans in to pick the pizza out of the oven. He takes a big inhale as he smells the freshly baked dough and melted cheese.
“Hey Bitch!”
“Yikes!” Onceler jumped, trying not to drop the pan out of his oven mitted hands. After catching his bearings, and the pizza, he placed the pan on the stove top and turned off the oven. Onceler turned to see Wants-ler sitting at the table, his head resting in his arms folded on the tabletop. Wants-ler’s eyes were so big, blue and innocent as the peered out from under his forearms.
Oh, good. Wants-ler is in his childlike mood.
“Just making us dinner,” Onceler commented as he took off one of the oven mitts and shuffled through a kitchen drawer for a pizza slicer.
Wants-ler looked over at the pizza. Curiously, he approached the oven and prepared to poke at the edge of the pan. “I thought Daddy said-“
“He did,” Onceler replied, shooing Wants-ler away from burning himself. “I made Daddy and Mister Onceler a steak dinner with salad and potatoes. Daddy even let me leave early to cook it. But, this is our dinner,” Onceler said as he began cutting up the homemade pizza, large enough for three people.
Wants-ler eyed the pizza, looking over every topping peeking out under the overly-melted-cheesy layer. “Is there pepperoni and sausage?”
Onceler pointed to one side of the pizza. “This third. Extra meat, just the way you like it.”
“Yay!” Without hesitation, Wants-ler grabbed a slice with his bare hands and took a big bite.
Onceler nearly panicked as he grabbed a plate and soda for Wants-ler. “It’s still hot!”
Wants-ler didn’t mind the greasy heat on his hands, but he did openly grab the soda to wash the pizza down his throat. With a big greasy belch, Wants-ler gave a big greasy smile.
Onceler rolled his eyes as he dished the rest of the pizza slices onto a large plate. He looked over at the clock, 8:35pm. “Where’s Greedler?”
“He’s waiting in the billiard room by the poker table,” Wants-ler replied as the Onceler placed a platter of sodas and beer in his hands.
“Of course he is,” Onceler sighed horribly as Wants-ler led him down the hall. “Daddy just paid us our allowances, now the bitch wants to milk it out of us.”
“You can always bet a blow job-“
“I am NOT doing that!” Onceler spat. “I perform more than enough blow jobs at work.”
The two walked down the hall and into the billiards room. Though called the billiards room for having a billiards table in the center and dressed like a rich upper class parlor, the room was fit for all sorts of games. It had a tall bookshelf stocked with various board games with large matching table on one side. On the other side was another book shelf stocked with various video games, by a corner with a large TV system and various gaming consoles.
Their attention was directed to another corner, where a professional poker table sat. Bitch Greedler sat at his seat, facing the boys, waiting for them like a lurking card shark. A grin emerged as he exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar.
Wants-ler pouted at Greedler. “Daddy’s gonna be mad you stole one of his cigars.”
“I’m sure his mind is elsewhere,” Greedler replied, commenting on how Gentleman entered Pimp’s room a while ago.
“So, what’s the game?” Onceler asked, placing the plate of pizzas on the table. Wants-ler placed his platter next to the plate as he took his seat next to Onceler.
“Poker, bitches,” Greedler replied with a prideful grin as he shuffled the deck.
“Fine,” Onceler rolled his eyes. “But no cheating. “
“I don’t cheat bitch,” Greedler commented as he dealt the cards. “That’s how damn good I am!”
The three took their cards as Greedler dealt five from the deck and placed them face down on the table. Each turn went by smoothly, with each person placing a bet in the pot before the next card on the table is flipped face up. It was the last turn before Onceler folded his cards. “I’m out,” he said, taking this time from the game to have a soda and a slice of pizza.
Greedler turned to Wants-ler, shifting the cigar in his mouth. “You still in?”
Wants-ler grinned back. “Oh, I’m in.”
The last card is flipped face up.
Greedler couldn’t wait for the final bet as he revealed his hand. “Straight!”
Wants-ler whined as he tossed his hand onto the table, “Aww, I had a pair! I thought you were bluffing!”
“I was,” Greedler smirked as he raked in the money on the table. After stomping out the depleted cigar, he grabbed a beer and motioned for Wants-ler. “Okay, bitch. I got your forty bucks. Now for the other half of your bet.”
For a loser, Wants-ler was more than happy to duck down under the table and between Greedler’s legs.
“And no teeth,” Greedler told Wants-ler as he collected the cards. “I’m trying to win another hand up here and I don’t want any distractions.”
Wants-ler’s response was a loud unzipping of Greedler’s pants.
Onceler rolled his eyes. “At least let me deal this time.”
“Fine,” Greedler said as he passed the deck, then grabbed a slice of pizza for himself. “But don’t bend the cards when you’re shuffling them.”
Onceler shuffled and dealt the cards for the next hand. The hand took longer than the last, with Onceler watching Greedler’s face for a bluff, and Greedler occasionally distracted by his last win. Onceler was bidding low though, so Greedler knew he was going to win this hand.
After the final turn, Onceler defeatedly revealed his cards. “I only got three of a kind.”
“And that is… wait, you got a full house, you idiot!” Greedler slammed his cards onto the table, frustrated for being accidentally beaten.
“Oh, I won?” Onceler really was surprised as he happily scooped up his earnings.
“Excuse me?”
Greedler and Onceler turned to the doorway. Gentleman stood in the hallway as he kindly looked into the billiard room. “Mister Onceler?” Onceler asked, surprised. “I thought you were with Daddy for the night.”
“Dad- oh, excuse me,” Gentleman chuckled as he took a step or two into the room. “Mister Onceler did plan on a romantic night for us, but he complained of a headache. So, I tucked him into bed and, well, the night kind of ended early from there.”
“That doesn’t sound like Daddy,” Greedler commented before taking a swig of his beer. “You sure are making him soft.”
“Uh, so, you’re leaving early then?” Onceler asked.
“Actually, I am pretty awake myself,” Gentleman replied as he approached the table. “So, I was wondering if I can join what you three are doing?”
A bemused grin grew on Greedler’s face. “Well, Wants-ler right now is-“
“We’re playing cards!” Onceler interrupted. He gathered his nerves and offered a seat to his left. “Would you like to join in on a hand?”
“Why thank you.” Gentleman took his seat. “So, what are we playing?”
“We’re playing poker,” Onceler replied.
“How do you play that?” Gentleman asked.
Onceler paused for a moment before slipping Greedler the deck to shuffle. “Uh, how bout we change the game to Blackjack? That game’s real simple: whoever’s hand of cards is closest to twenty one without going over wins. Numbers are face value. Jacks, queens and kings are worth ten. Aces can either be worth one or eleven.”
“Or as Wants-ler likes to say, they go both ways.” Greedler laughed as he shuffled the cards.
“Oh my.” Gentleman chuckled himself, placing a shy hand to his smiling face. With Gentleman laughing at such a joke, Onceler felt safe to laugh as well.
“Okay, Blackjack’s the game,” Greedler announced as he dealt out one card to each player. “Take a guess and place your bets.”
As Gentleman looked at his card, he caught sight of Wants-ler climbing up from under the table and into his chair. He glanced over long enough to see Wants-ler wipe something off his lips with the side of his sleeve. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught what appeared to be Greedler zipping up. Gentleman was silent, trying to hide the embarrassing red blushing through his cheeks.
Onceler leaned in and whispered to Gent. “You didn’t know. Just pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Oh. Right,” Gent whispered back, trying to ignore the images out of his memory.
Onceler commented, “Uh, guys? How bout while Gent’s at the table, we leave all bets for hand jobs, blow jobs and the like off the table.”
“Aww!” Wants-ler whined, slamming his card onto the table and pouting deep into his seat.
“That’s fine, I got something else in mind…” Greedler looked at his card, then drew another from the deck. “You in, bitch?”
“Hit me,” Onceler replied hesitantly, then grabbed the card Greedler slid off the deck.
Greedler eyed Gentleman from the top of his cards. “What about you, Mister Onceler? You in?”
Gentleman nodded, looking a bit confident in his hand and his odds. “Okay, I’m in. Oh, I mean, hit me.”
~~~
Pimp was almost drifting off into slumber when a loud knock on his bedroom door jolted him straight back into consciousness. Angered, Pimp grumbled something inaudible and unpleasant as he rolled out of bed and made a bee-line for the door.
The door was thrown back, revealing Gentleman nervously standing in the doorway with the bitches standing behind him, blocking off his escape. Gentleman was far from dressed in his gentleman sort. His outfit now consisted of a black leather corset and matching black thong. He wore thigh high fishnet stockings tightly clasped onto a snug garter belt.
“I uh…” Gentleman shyly admitted, lifting up his wrists, trapped in handcuffs. “I lost a bet.”
Thick, awkward silence filled the room. Pimp’s eyes were wide, lost in a trance, as if even his mind could not comprehend what was happening in that moment. Pimp finally lifted a hand, wrapped it around Gent’s shoulder and silently escorted him into the bedroom, all without taking his eyes off of him.
The bitches were left with a bedroom door slamming in their faces.
“Huh. Saw that coming,” Onceler commented as he escorted Wants-ler down the hall to the stairs.
“I was expecting a lot more than that.” Unsatisfied, Greedler slammed a fist onto the locked bedroom door. “You’re not getting the keys to the cuffs!”
“Don’t need ‘em!” Pimp called back.
With groaning frustration, Greedler turned and headed down the hall, only to catch Wants-ler as he attempted to storm towards the bedroom, screaming, “I would look a lot hotter in that thong!”
“Sure, you would, bitch,” Greedler said, patting Wants-ler on the shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.
“So, it’s just us again,” Onceler said, in an attempt to change the subject. “What do you want to do now?”
“It’s too early to turn in.” Greedler paused and thought with Onceler, while Wants-ler was left to quietly stew in his own rage. “… Want to rent a movie?”
Wants-ler suddenly perked up into a happy mood. “Okay!”
“Anything that makes Wants-ler happy,” Onceler shrugged.
The two raced down the stairs, chasing after Wants-ler who ran straight for the den. In the den were three plush couches surrounding two long coffee tables. The couches faced a large TV system with all the trimmings, from surround sound to a massive DVD collection, which nearly covered one whole wall of the room. Wants-ler flopped down onto the couch facing the TV, Greedler sat down next to him and reached for the remote.
“We’re gonna watch a porno, right?” Wants-ler asked, happily clapping his hands together like an excited kid.
“No,” Onceler protested as he casually walked in, munching on a big bowl of popcorn. “I get enough porn by opening my eyes at work.”
“And that porn is free AND interactive,” Greedler joked as he pulled up the pay-per-view channel. “Hey! There’s a new slasher flick!”
Onceler grew tense as he sat down. “Guys, you know I don’t like scary movies.”
“Well we do, right Wants-ler?” Greedler asked.
“Right!” Wants-ler replied, crossing his arms and legs in a decided pout.
Greedler boastingly crossed his legs as he leaned back in his seat. “Two against one, bitch!” He pressed a few buttons on the remote, ordering up the movie.
Onceler crossed his legs in a scared little pout as he flopped the bowl of popcorn into Greedler’s lap. “Fine. But next time, we’re renting a comedy.”
Greedler pressed a few buttons, causing the overhead lights to dim to black. He tossed the remote aside as the movie began to play.
The three watched with wide eyes as the movie opened with a frightening yet overplayed torture scene. Onceler sank in his seat, frightened enough to close his eyes but nervous enough to keep them open. Greedler was grinning a bit, guessing in his head what overdone horror cliché is going to happen next. Wants-ler’s wide eyes never left the screen, as he periodically shoveled popcorn from the bowl into his mouth.
Suddenly, the tied up victim screamed horrific murder as some sharp object punctured the side of her face and scooped her eyeball out.
Onceler screamed in terror, and Wants-ler in shocked delight, as both instinctively clung to the nearest thing, which happened to be a quietly disgruntled Greedler. “I hate this part of horror movies,” he grumbled.
The movie played on swiftly through its opening credits and its exposition scenes. Onceler found them comforting, though pointless as Greedler and Wants-ler only watch these movies for the gore. And sure enough, eight minutes later the unknown murderer was chasing after another girl in the shortest miniskirt ever.
All three bitches were on the edges of their seats as the murderer tackled the victim and pinned her down. Onceler and Wants-ler screamed as they watched the detailed scene of the woman getting stabbed in the neck and then the chest by a long sharp hunting knife.
Greedler paused for a moment. “Hey bitches! Shut up for a second! Shut up!!”
Wants-ler was quiet, and so was Onceler after a shorter, quieter scream. Greedler muted the TV and tried to listen closely.
Onceler asked, “Greed-“
“Shh!”
There was a long moment of silence in the den. Then, a short muffled sound from upstairs.
Onceler was shocked. “Was that-? Did he-?”
Wants-ler gripped the couch arm so tight he was clawing out the cushioning. “Daddy got Mister Onceler to scream….?”
Greedler couldn’t help but lean back and laugh. “These walls and floors are fucking sound proof! Daddy’s still got it!”
“Daddy can make me scream like that!” Wants-ler spat in his bitter rage. “Daddy always made me scream like that!”
“We know, bitch, we know!” Onceler spat back. “You would tell us every morning after, in great fucking detail! Christ, you’ve even shown us the tapes you made!”
Wants-ler was silent. The quiet, thick, awkward quietness of the room made Onceler and Greedler grow uneasy.
“Do you think he forgot about the tapes?” Greedler asked Onceler.
A wide, evil, awful grin grew across Wants-ler’s face.
“He knows now,” Onceler replied back. “Grab him!”
Greedler leaped forward, but Wants-ler was up and out of there quicker than his feet could carry. Onceler chased after him, trying desperately to catch up, but missed as he attempted to tackle him in the hallway. Greedler caught up and lunged forward, catching Wants-ler in a tight tackle. Wants-ler threw his weight back, causing Greedler to get thrown off and crash into an end table topped with a glass vase full of sunflowers.
Wants-ler ran up those stairs as if his life depended on it. He quickly opened the bedroom door and dove under the bed. Onceler was right on his tail, grabbing him by the ankles and pulling him out from under the bed. Wants-ler came sliding out, along with the four blank copy tapes sliding out of his grasp. He clawed his hands out for them, but Onceler swiped them up. “NOO!!” Wants-ler grabbed the tapes, but Onceler pulled back, refusing to let go.
Greedler finally entered the room, rubbing the back of his sore head. He watched in confused frustration as Onceler and Wants-ler played tug-of-war over the infamous sex tapes.
“Bitch, grab the tapes!” Onceler called out to Greedler. “If Daddy knew Wants-ler still has them, Pimp’s gonna kill us!”
“No! They’re mine!” Wants-ler barked, attempting to yank the tapes out of Onceler’s grasp.
“If Mister Onceler sees them-“
“I won’t show them to that pompous asshole!”
“You’re lying! You so would!”
“No! Daddy and I made these! They’re mine! No one can have them!”
“That was in the past! He has a boyfriend now! Quit fucking that up and let it go!”
“NO!!”
“Oh, fuck this!” Greedler stepped into the fray and grabbed the tapes out of their hands. Onceler and Wants-ler turned to Greedler, forcing Greedler to hold the tapes up in the air, out of their reach.
Greedler looked down on the two, quietly pleading with their eyes. He looked at Onceler, then at Wants-ler, back at Onceler, back at Wants-ler. Making his decision, he slammed the tapes down onto the side of a nearby nightstand, cracking them in half.
“NOOOO!!!” Wants-ler let out a blood curdling shriek as he dove onto the ground, cradling handfuls of tape ribbons and plastic pieces in his hands, his eyes wide in shock and watering in heartbroken disbelief.
Onceler carefully stepped in and rested a comforting hand onto his shoulder. “Wants-ler… we had to. Daddy would kill us if he-“ Onceler was cut off by a hard punch to the side of his face.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Wants-ler pounced onto Onceler, kicking and punching and screaming. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU!!”
Greedler scooped his hands under Wants-ler’s arms and peeled him off, Wants-ler kicking Onceler hard into his ribs the whole way. While the bitch was still thrashing away, Greedler stormed down the hall and into the bathroom. He turned all three shower faucets on cold in the three-man shower and tossed Wants-ler into the stall. He slammed the thick glass door shut, leaving Wants-ler in there to stew. “YOU STAY IN THERE AND YOU COOL OFF!!”
Slamming the bathroom door behind him, Greedler ran into Onceler staggering out of the bedroom. Both his eyes were blackened and he had some cuts and bruising on his arms and chest. “Bitch, you okay?” Greedler asked.
“Yeah,” Onceler hissed as he grabbed his side. “I just need to get to the first aid kit, and some ice, I’ll be fine.” Onceler sighed as he slowly took his time down the stairs. “My clientele’s gonna have a field day tomorrow…”
“Oh, I can hear it now,” Greedler grinned, watching Onceler walk out of sight. He then slipped back into the bathroom and opened up the shower stall. He leaned against the wall and looked down at the sopping wet Wants-ler. “Feeling better?”
Wants-ler glared up, staring daggers at Greedler from his soaked position in the shower stall.
“Well, don’t tell the bitch, but…” Greedler reached into his green vest and pulled out one blank tape spared from the slaughter.
Wants-ler gasped. A smile formed over his face as he reached out for the tape.
Greedler pulled it out of reach. “Wait, wait. Bitch would kill me if he knew I did this. And so would Daddy.”
Wants-ler sat back into the cold shower and pouted.
“Okay, how bout this?” Greedler warned, dangling the tape in the air. “If Daddy or Mister Onceler even sees or hears a frame of this tape, Daddy will cut your dick off.”
Wants-ler shrieked as he covered his crotch. “NO!!”
“Oh yes, he would. Daddy can’t punish us with sex no more, not with Mister Onceler around. But I bet he’s not above that sort of punishment.” Greedler dangles the tape within Wants-ler’s reach. “So, we got a deal?”
“YES!!” Wants-ler leaped up and grabbed the tape, hugging it tightly against his chest.
Greedler grinned down, for his own selfish reasons. “Yes, I did something nice for you. And if you ever double cross me, I can always break that one too.”
“You better fucking not!”
Greedler laughed at himself until he found himself getting pushed down onto the tile floor. He was quickly pinned under a panting, groaning, angry Wants-ler pawing open his pants and pulling them down. “What the fu-“ Greedler was caught off by the feeling of Wants-ler’s hand closing in on his throat, keeping him still and quiet.
Time passed before Onceler limped up the stairs, his wounds bandaged and an ice pack held onto one of his black eyes. Catching the bathroom door propped open, he leaned in and took a glance inside.
Greedler was lying stomach down onto the floor, covered in bruises and groaning in so much pain that he felt like he couldn’t move unless he had to. Wants-ler was pinned onto his back, purring away in his satisfied slumber.
Onceler raised a curious eyebrow. “What did I miss?”
Moaning in pain and frustration, Greedler grabbed the door and slammed it in Onceler’s face.
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(( I know I know, I skipped over two sex scenes. I am so terrible, I should attempt to write porn. But I get too nervous and… my mom follows me. So tell you what, if you want to you can write them, I know you want to~ ))
So, I got requests from people who liked my fanfic, In The Lion's Den, to write more fanfics of the bitches.
And you know what... I like them bitches too!
And this weekend... I'm working on one!
I just have to decide on the right prompt (I'm juggling three story ideas as we speak)...
I will say it won't be so much porn, more as the bitches in their daily lives outside of their "day job." Cause dammit, I just love the personalities I gave them (or assumed I gave them based on their interactions in the actual Pimp Greedler blog)!
