Chapter 1

Thursday, September.

“Are you fucking serious?” Carla screamed.

“Watch your mouth please.” Principle Skinner replied.

“As much as I hate this cunt, I got to agree with her. This is fucked up.” Hope replied.

“Language!” Principle Skinner barked.

“I mean, seriously? You’re going to lock me up in a room with this fucking whore on a Saturday? I got things to do.” Hope continued.

“Whore? Who the fuck are you calling a whore?” Carla shrieked.

“Oh yeah. Who would want to fuck your skanky ass anyway? Though I’m sure you suck dick for money. You do live in a trailer park, don’t you?” Hope smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Carla yelled, jumping up and taking a step towards Hope. Hope stood up, ready for a fight.

“SIT DOWN or I’ll expel you both!” Principle Skinner screamed.

Both girls jumped in shock and quickly dropped into their chairs.

“Now, since neither of you know how to take a punishment like respectable citizens, I’m going to extend it. 8 sharp to 5 pm.”

“That’s like, the entire day!” Hope cried.

“Yes it is. I have to be here as well, so I’m not all that thrilled about it.” Principle Skinner replied.

“I have a life you know!” Hope whined.

“As do I. Perhaps you’d like to consider that before you start a fight in school. Be lucky that it’s not longer.”

“But, she started it!” Hope continued.

“Bullshit. You’ve been after me all year.” Carla shot back.

“Whatever, bitch.” Hope raised her hand and held it between her and Carla.

“Hope, watch it.” Skinner warned.

“Sorry.” Hope rolled her eyes.

“I’ll see you two ladies bright and early this Saturday. If you’re 1 minute late, consider yourself expelled.” Skinner said firmly.

Hope jumped up out of her chair and rushed out of the principal’s office, her skirt flying up as she turned the corner. Carla slowly rose and followed her.

“Carla, word of advice. Take the high road. You’re a senior.” Skinner said.

“And she’s a bitch who won’t leave me alone. But, since she’s a pretty, rich cheerleader, you’re not going to do anything about it.” Carla replied.

“Come on now, you know that’s not...” Skinner started to say

But Carla was already walking out of the office.

Carla walked outside and into the parking lot.

“Great, just great.” She thought to herself as she walked towards her truck.

“Another shot Saturday. At least I’ll get out of the house.” She thought as she yanked the door open, which groaned loudly on its rusted hinges.

Carla shoved her key into the ignition and as she was about to turn it, jumped at the roar of an engine and squeal of tires behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Hope’s long blond hair blowing in the wind behind her as she tore through the parking lot in her brand new convertible.

“I hate that fucking cunt. One day I’m going to fucking kill her.” Carla exclaimed as she turned the key. The engine groaned but didn’t turn over.

“Motherfucker!” Carla screamed, pushing open the door and climbing out. She walked around to the front of her truck and popped the hood. Cursing loudly, she bent over and reached into the engine. Her skirt rose dangerously high as she probed deeper into the engine.

“Hey baby, need some help? I’ll give you a good lube job!” a male voice called from behind.

Carla lifted up her other hand and shot the middle finger behind her.

“Not a bad idea, but I had something else in mind.” The voice said. Carla’s fingers wrapped around the knob in the bottom of the engine compartment and as she began to twist it, she felt hands on her hips.

“You know, for a white trash goth girl, you do have a pretty nice ass. I wouldn’t mind taking a shot at it sometime.” the male voice said.

Carla felt a crotch press into her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see Dan, one of the school football players, humping into her from behind. Brian, Hope’s boyfriend, was standing behind him, grinning.

“Yeah? You like a nice, tight ass?” Carla asked seductively, grinding her ass back against Dan.

“Hell yeah. You take it up the pooper?” Dan asked.

“Uh huh. Nice and fucking hard. Would you like that? Would you like to ram your dick up a hot, tight ass?” Carla asked, bouncing her rear back against Dan’s crotch.

“Fuck yeah baby!” Dan replied, grabbing Carla’s skirt and pulling it up over her ass.

Carla twisted the knob to the left and then released it. She stood up and turned around to face Dan.

“So you want to take me for a ride, huh?” Carla asked, dragging her dirty hand down Dan’s white shirt. She reached up with her other hand and unbuttoned her shirt.

“Fuck yeah babe. I bet you’re a freaky fuck, aren’t you? All you goth girls are into all sorts of kinky shit.” Dan replied, his breathing picking up as he looked down at Carla’s ample chest.

“Oh baby, I’ll do things to you that you’ve only dreamed of. But, what about your girlfriend? What are you going to do about her?” Carla asked.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell. So what do you say? Wanna go get freaky?” Dan grinned.

“I got an idea. How about you and Brian go home...”

“You gonna take us both on?” Dan exclaimed.

Carla nodded.

“You boys go home, get naked and...”Carla continued, sliding her hand up and wrapping her fingers around the back of his neck.

“And?” Dan panted.

“And then you fuck him up the ass.” Carla grinned. Dan recoiled a bit, but Carla held his neck tightly and then slammed her knee up into his crotch.

“FUCK!” Dan screamed, falling backwards.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last dick on Earth!” Carla screamed, kicking him in the crotch.

“BITCH! BITCH!” Dan cried as Carla ran around to the door of her truck. Brian stared at her, shocked, as she slid into the seat and cranked the engine. Thankfully, this time it turned over.

Carla backed her truck up and left the two boys in a thick cloud of black exhaust.

Carla drove to the other side of town where she lived in a tiny trailer with her family.

Family, however, was a terrible word. She’d never met her father and her mother was literally never home. Unfortunately, her step father, Jerry, never left.

Technically he was ‘disabled’ but Carla knew that was just a cover for being fat and lazy. Jerry rarely moved from the couch, where he had a brand new laptop with a huge screen perched in his lap at all times and a big screen TV blaring almost constantly. These two items were clearly the most valuable items in their mobile home.

The only thing more disgusting that Jerry was the way that he looked at her. Part of her wanted to stop wearing short skirts and tank tops, but part of her loved teasing him, and every other male that she came across. Carla might be poor, but she still knew how to use her body to get attention.

As Carla parked, she noticed that her step brother, Andy’s, car was missing.

“Probably out banging Jennifer somewhere.” She grinned to herself.

Unlike Jerry, Andy was a decent guy. Though they weren’t related, her mother and his father got together when she was very young, so he was all that she knew. Some of her happiest memories were of Andy and her playing in the woods together, or spending hours pounding away on the controllers of a used Super Nintendo that her mom found at a garage sale.

Andy was one of the few sparks in her dark life, until he hit 15. At that point he shot up in height and bulk, and then rapidly gained attention from the girls in school.

Carla and Andy were still friendly, but Andy’s attention was now spent on an endless string of girlfriends. Andy and Carla’s tiny bedrooms shared a thin wall and Carla spent many nights listening to her step brother pound away on various girlfriends. Carla hated to admit that she had spent many hours pleasuring herself to the sounds coming through that wall.

As Carla approached the front door, she could hear the TV blaring.

“Great.” She thought to herself as she opened it and stepped inside.

As she suspected, Jerry was sitting in his spot on the couch, staring at the screen of his laptop while occasionally looking up at the TV.

Carla looked down and tried to rush past him to her bedroom.

“Got a call from the school today.” Jerry grunted.

Carla froze and slowly turned around.

“Seems like you were a fucking bitch to some rich cheerleader. Got suspended.”

“It’s just an in school thing. It’s Saturday for a few hours. Not a big deal.” Carla said softly.

“Principle said you’re gonna get expelled if you fuck up again.”

“I’m not going to get expelled. Besides, I’m 18. What does it matter?” Carla asked, anger creeping into her voice.

“Because the fucking fine you if you’re not in school you stupid bitch.” Jerry said.

“No they don’t!” Carla shot back.

“Don’t fucking argue with me you dumb cunt! Like you said, you’re 18. You can get the fuck out of my fucking house!” Jerry growled.

Carla recoiled.

“Yeah, don’t you fucking forget where you live you ungrateful bitch. You fucking cross me and you’ll be out on the fucking street before you know what hit you. You should be thankful I put up with your ass.”

Carla looked down at her feet, torn as what to say. She hated the man, but he was right.

“Speaking of your ass, you’re looking extra slutty today. Why don’t you spin around nice and slow and let daddy get a look at you.” Jerry said, his voice changing from anger to lusty.

Carla’s heart sank. Trapped, she slowly turned in a slow circle.

“Fucking hot piece of ass. Bet them boys are all over you, huh?” Jerry said, licking his lips.

Carla didn’t answer.

Jerry placed his laptop on the couch next to him.

“Why don’t you come over here and show daddy how much you appreciate him.” Jerry grinned. Carla watched as he slid his hand down over his stained boxers and rubbed his crotch.

Carla took a step backwards and Jerry’s face dropped.

“You can come over here and get on your knees, or you can turn around and get the fuck out of my house. If you try to take your truck, I’ll call the police and report it stolen. So, what’s it going to be sweetie?” Jerry grinned.

Carla could feel tears fill her eyes and her knees began to shake. But, she slowly stepped towards the couch.

“That’s it princess, get on your fucking knees and show me how much you appreciate me putting a roof over your head.” Jerry said, his eyes roaming over body. Carla slowly dropped onto her knees between Jerry’s legs.

“That’s a good girl. Take off your shirt too.” Jerry ordered.

Carla looked down at the floor as she pulled her shirt over her head.

“Bra too you dumb bitch.”

Carla sucked in a breath and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra clasp and pulling it away. Her pierced nipples came into view.

“Pierced tits huh? I knew you were a freaky bitch.” Jerry grinned, reaching down and cupping one of her large, firm breasts. Carla jerked backwards.

“Don’t fucking pull away from me!” Jerry growled, grabbing one of the barbells in Carla’s nipple and pulling it towards him.

Carla let out a sharp cry and leaned forward to relieve the pressure on her tender flesh. Jerry continued to lead her forward until her head was between his knees. He reached down with his other hand and extracted his cock.

“There ya go baby. Now open up and show daddy how much you appreciate him.” Jerry laughed.

Carla resisted for a moment, but Jerry twisted her barbell slightly, causing her to cry out. Jerry quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto his shaft. She tried to pull away but he was far too strong.

“There ya go bitch. Don’t fight me or you’re a fucking goner. Now fucking suck it you hot little slut!” Jerry demanded, pushing her down firmly.

Carla relented and Jerry pushed down on the back of her head until his cock slid down the back of her throat. The stench of his balls and stomach rolls made Carla’s stomach turn.

“That’s it bitch. Suck it! Suck it.” Jerry growled.

Carla slowly began to move her tongue around Jerry’s shaft and he eased his grip slightly.

“There you go baby. There you go.” Jerry complimented as Carla bobbed up and down on his lap. He leaned back into the couch as Carla began to move up and down on him.

“You like sucking that dick you slut?” Jerry asked.

Carla nodded slightly.

“Say it.”

“I like sucking dick.” She replied in a robotic voice.

“No, no. Say ‘I love sucking your big fat dick, daddy.’” Jerry ordered.

“I love sucking your big, fat dick, daddy.” Carla repeated in a flat tone.

Jerry’s face dropped.

“Fucking unappreciative cunt.” Jerry growled. He grabbed Carla’s head in both hand and shoved it down into his lap. His cock slid past the back of her throat and again, Carla wretched.

“You’ll learn to appreciate me you fucking bitch!” Jerry yelled as he worked her head up and down on his cock. Carla kicked her feet but Jerry held her tightly. Eventually Carla gave up and her body went limp.

“There ya go. There’s a good little bitch.” Jerry teased. Holding her head in both hands, he moved it up and down, fucking it onto his shaft.

Carla surrendered as Jerry skull fucked her face, sliding it deeply down her throat. Carla tried to relax as best as she could.

“Oh yeah bitch. Fucking hot mouth on you! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Gonna cum right down your fucking throat! You’re gonna eat it you fucking hear me!” Jerry called out.

Carla mumbled a reply.

Jerry continued to masturbate himself with Carla’s face until finally shoving her head down into his lap and unleashing his balls.

“HELL YEAH! FUCKING EAT IT BITCH!” Jerry groaned as cum shot out of his cock and slid straight down into Carla’s stomach. Carla gagged again but Jerry held her tightly until his balls were empty.

“Oh that was good. We got to do that again!” Jerry remarked as he released Carla’s head.

She slowly stood up and grabbed her clothes.

“You should consider whoring yourself out. I got friends that would pay to tap that ass!” Jerry called out as Carla ran to her room.

She spent the next several hours with her finger down her throat, kneeling over the cracked toilet in the tiny bathroom that she shared with Andy.

Friday.

“So I heard you got into it with Hope again?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah, she just won’t fucking leave me alone.” Carla replied.

Michelle was Carla’s best (and only) friend. The two girls bonded over their shared love of the ‘goth’ look and taste in music. In the upscale suburb that the lived in, the pair stuck out like sore thumbs. Michelle’s flame orange hair meant that she stuck out anyplace she went and made Carla’s dark purple hair seem tame in comparison.

“Just ignore her.” Michelle suggested as she shoved French fries into her mouth.

“I can’t. I just can’t. She just keeps coming at me. Someone has to teach that bitch a lesson one day. I’m sick of her high and mighty shit.” Carla spat as she flipped through her book.

Michelle shrugged.

“I heard you had a run in with Dan too.”

“Boy, you hear a lot of things huh?” Carla asked suspiciously, turning to look at her friend.

“Not every day that one of the football players gets kicked in the balls.” Michelle grinned.

“Yeah, that bastard had it coming. He tried to rape me over my car.”

“Yeah?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Fucker. Fucking deserved it. Fuck him. Fuck Hope. Fuck everyone.”

“Is that an offer?” Michelle asked, grinning.

Though both girls were bisexual, Carla had resisted doing anything more than kissing with her friend. Though she found her attractive, Carla didn’t want to screw up her only friendship.

“Uuhm, no. Sorry.” Carla stammered, looking away.

“So, you still think that you’ll find the answer in those books? You think that Satan is going to come and rescue you?” Michelle asked.

“Who knows. Worth a try, right?” Carla shrugged.

Both girls had an interest in the occult, though Michelle seemed to enjoy horror movies and the fashion more than anything else. Carla had checked out every occult book that their library had, then scraped together a few dollars to buy a thicker volume at a tiny book store in the next town over.

“I guess.” Michelle shrugged.

“Who knows. Maybe the devil will come to this shitty town and burn it off the map.” Carla said, her voice filled with hate.

“Could be. Just try to give me a heads up to leave before Pinhead arrives, ok?” Michelle asked, standing up.

“Sure.” Carla said, not looking up.”

“I got to run.” Michelle said, touching Carla’s shoulder as she stood up.

“Later.”

--- That Night--

Carla made her way to the empty lot behind her trailer with her backpack over her shoulder. The woods were thick and piled with trash, but opened into a clearing. On nights when the weather was good, she would retreat here to escape the terrible existence inside her home.

And to practice her spells.

In her heart, she knew that it was silly to try to summon demons but she didn’t have much else going on.

It had to be worth a shot and short of becoming a hooker, Carla couldn’t imagine any other way to change her life’s fortune.

Carla reached the clearing and dropped her backpack onto the ground. She turned on a small lantern and unpacked the few items inside and set them out on a flat rock. She picked up the knife that she had stolen from the kitchen and sharpened a stick, then used it to draw a large pentagram in the dirt.

Carla then placed red candles that she had stolen from Walmart at each of the points and lit them.

Satisfied with her work, she turned off the lantern, stripped her clothes off and picked up the old, thick book that she had been reading at lunch.

“Here goes nothing!” Carla called out as she knelt in the middle of the symbol.

Carla read the spell aloud several times, struggling to pronounce the strange words. Eventually she felt comfortable with it and read it for a final time. At the last words, she picked up the knife and slid it up the inside of her forearm. She watched as blood ran down her hand and into the dirt between her legs.

A chill ran up her spine.

And then the candles went out.

Now cloaked in darkness, Carla began to shiver.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty one?” A voice rang into her brain.

Carla jumped and looked around, trying to find a figure in the dark.

“Who’s there?” Carla yelled, frantically looking around. As she looked ahead, she noticed that the candle in front of her was lit again.

“What the fuck?” Carla asked softly as the flame grew bigger.

Eventually the flame grew until it was taller than the trees around it, but somehow it was coming out of the tiny candle at the base.

“Oh God.” Carla muttered.

The flame parted and a slender, pale form stepped out from between the pillars.

The fire died down a little and Carla could see the shape of a nude woman standing in front of her.

“No, not God. Not hardly.” The woman said, grinning at Carla.

“Who are you?” Carla whispered.

“I’m often known as Azreil, but you can call me Liz.” The woman replied.

Carla stared at Liz. She was short and pale with long, dark red hair down to her ass. Her breasts were small, but rock hard. Her pubic area was completely bare.

“Are you a demon?” Carla gasped.

Liz threw back her head and laughed. The sound of her voice pierced deep into Carla’s heart.

“You humans are so silly with their words and names. You can call me lots of things. Call me an angel. Call me a demon. Call me a goddess, that’s what I prefer anyway.” Liz smirked.

“What do you want?” Carla asked.

“The question is, what do you want? You called me.” Liz replied.

“I want to get the fuck out of this town!” Carla asked.

“You have legs, don’t you? Walk yourself out.” Liz replied smugly.

“I want to be something. Have a life! I want money and power!” Carla replied quickly.

“Now, that’s more like it. I also feel something else inside of you. Something strong. Something yummy.” Liz said.

“What are you talking about?”

“I feel hate inside you. It tastes so sweet to me. Do you want anything with that?” Liz asked with a grin.

Carla nodded excitedly.

“Revenge? Humiliation? Domination? Torment?” Liz asked.

Carla nodded harder and faster.

“Now, that’s more like it!” Liz exclaimed.

“Now what?” Carla asked.

“Now we go over the rules.” Liz replied.

“Rules?”

“Every game has rules.”

“Game?”

Liz shook her head.

“Humans don’t understand that everything is a game. That’s why you all don’t know how to have any fun. So, if you want money and revenge and all that great stuff, you have to play by my rules. Or, I go home.”

Carla nodded.

“First, you have to earn my help. I can do things, but I have to be properly motivated to them. Get me?” Liz asked.

Carla nodded.

“Whad do you want?” She asked.

“Souls.” Liz replied, her grin getting bigger.

“WHAT?” Carla shrieked.

“You do know what a soul is, right?”

“Yeah, how do I get one?” Carla asked.

“Well, you were born with one.” Liz replied.

“I know that. I mean, how do I get one to give to you?”

“Well sweetie, that’s pretty easy. All you have to do is sacrifice someone to me, here in the middle of this circle.”

“Sacrifice?” Carla shrieked.

“Mmmhmmm.” Liz nodded.

“Like kill?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Liz grinned.

“You want me to kill someone?” Carla exclaimed.

“No, I want you to kill lots of people. The more you do, the stronger I get. The stronger I get, the more things I can do for you.” Liz replied.

“I ... I can’t kill anyone!” Carla protested.

“Then you get to live in this shit hole town until you die.” Liz shrugged.

“How do I know all of this is real? That I’m not just dreaming this all up?” Carla asked.

Liz stepped forward until she was standing in front of Carla. Carla watched as Liz knelt down and grabbed her bloody arm.

“When you are ready, draw this symbol, write someone’s name, sign it in blood and say my name. When you do that, they will do anything you tell them to for 10 minutes. They won’ remember any of it. If that satisfies you, come back and call me again.” Liz said.

Carla watched a Liz ran her finger over the cut on her arm. She hissed in pain as a burning sensation ran through her flesh.

“I’ll be waiting.” Liz grinned.

Saturday morning.

Carla jerked awake when her alarm went off.

“Fucked up dream. Fucked up dream.” She said to herself as she pulled on clothes. She ran outside and jumped into her truck and turned the key.

Nothing.

“SHIT!” She screamed. Carla opened the door and ran back inside, then dashed down the hallway to Andy’s room. Without thinking, she pushed his door open.

“Andy, I need your help!” she yelled.

Andy jumped up in shock, pulling the sheet off the bed. When it came free, it revealed a very naked Jennifer and an equally naked Andy.

“FUCK! Can’t you knock?” Andy screamed.

“I’m sorry. I have in school suspension today and my car won’t start. If I’m late, they will expel me. Please, please help me!” Carla begged, covering her eyes.

“Get out of here! I’ll be out in a second!” Andy replied.

“Thank you! You’re the best!” Carla exclaimed, slowly backing out of the room. As she turned around, she caught a glance of Andy pulling his jeans over an impressively large member.

“You owe me bigtime.” Andy said as they pulled into the parking lot.”

“I know. Whatever you want, let me know OK? Be back her at 5.” Carla said as she jumped out of his car and ran up the steps of the school.

“You’re welcome!” Andy yelled out after her.

Carla threw open the front door of the school and ran down to the suspension room.

“Just in time.” Skinner said as she pulled open the door.

“Dammit. Five more minutes and I’d be done with you.” Hope said in a dejected voice.

“Glad I could disappoint you.” Carla replied, dropping into a chair.

“Be nice you two. You’re going to be stuck in here together all day. I really don’t want to clean up any blood when I come back. My office is just across the hall, so don’t think that you can sneak out of here.” Skinner said, walking towards the door.

“What if I have to pee?” Hope asked.

“Then you open the door and call out for me.”

“Are you going to come watch us or something?” Hope asked.

Skinner just shook his head and opened the door.

“Have fun ladies. I’ll see you at 5.” He replied.

“Great. Just great.” Hope pouted, sinking into her chair.

Carla pulled out her notebook and began drawing mindlessly on an empty page.

Carla’s page was soon full of circles, square and stars. Eventually a strange cross shape appeared on the page.

“Huh.” Carla thought to herself. She pushed her sleeves up over her elbows and gasped in pain.

“SHIT!” She cried out.

“Be quiet. You’re bugging me.” Hope growled.

Carla looked down at her arm. She slowly turned it over and her eyes opened wide.

Inside was a dark mark. It looked like a burn, but it was in the shape of a cross with a swirl over one of the arms. It matched the shape that she had been drawing.

“No way.” she whispered.

She stared at the shape, pondering her experience the previous night.

“Could it have been real?” She asked herself.

“Shut up you dumb bitch.” Hope exclaimed.

Carla looked over at Hope, who was frantically typing on her phone. Her body filled with anger and she turned back to the page.

She wrote Hope’s full name underneath one of the symbols on the page. She then dug a safety pin out of her pocket and pricked her finger. Sucking in a deep breath, she smeared her blood on the page.

“Azreil” Carla muttered softly.

“Can’t you be...”Hope started to yell.

“Shut up.” Carla said evenly.

Hope’s mouth immediately shut.

“Woah.” Carla exclaimed.

“Touch your nose.” She said, expecting Hope to laugh at her.

Instead, Hope reached up and touched her nose.

“No way.” Carla muttered. “Stand up.” She ordered.

Hope immediately stood up.

“Come over here.”

Hope walked over and stood in front of her.

Carla sucked in another big breath.

“Here goes nothing.” She muttered.

“Take off your shirt.” She ordered.

She expected Hope to burst into laughter and braced herself for it. Instead, Hope pulled her polo shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Her expensive, white bra came into view. Carla dug her phone out of her pocket.

“Bra too!” Carla ordered as she turned the camera on.

Hope reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it away, revealing her small breasts.

“My tits are bigger than yours! How does that make you feel?” Carla laughed as she snapped several pictures.

“Angry and jealous.” Hope replied.

Carla recoiled at her voice.

“Jealous huh? Why are you jealous of me?” She asked.

“I have small boobs and you have big ones. I’m rich and you are poor. It’s not fair that you should have bigger tits than me.”

“Why don’t you get your dad to get you bigger ones?”

“I’ve asked. He won’t do it.”

“Just fuck him.” Carla shrugged.

“I offered. He threatened to take my car away if I offered again.”

“Woah!” Carla exclaimed. She turned her phone into video mode.

“Tell me the story.”

“I waited until my mom was out with her friends and my dad was drunk. I got all dressed up in sexy underwear and went into his room. I tried to give him a blowjob, but he stopped me. I then offered to fuck him if he would buy be bigger tits but he freaked out and told me to leave and if I ever did anything like that again he would take my car away.”

“Damn, have you ever fucked an older man before?” Carla asked.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“The football coach.”

“Ever had sex with more than one guy at a time?”

“Yes.”

“Ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No, that’s gross.”

“Why are you such a bitch to me?”

“Because you have bigger boobs than me.”

“Is that all? Lots of girls have big tits and you aren’t mean to them.”

“And because Brian called me your name when we were having sex.”

“What? Does he have a crush on me? I don’t believe it!” Carla exclaimed.

“Yes, I heard him tell Dan that he thought you were hot.”

Carla looked down at her phone. Five minutes remaining.

“Give me your debit card and any cash you have on you.” She ordered.

Hope walked over to her purse and pulled out her debit card and several bills, then handed it to her.