Fic: Cracking Up Your Brain
Title: Cracking Up Your Brain
Characters/Pairings: Mary/OC, Chick
Word Count: 1,020
Kink_Bingo Prompt: Watersports (she says as she watches everyone run away)
Disclaimer: Mary, the verse and the OC are mine. Miss Ellis can keep the Chick, thankyouverymuch.
A/N: If anyone is still around, here it is. I hope you enjoy it as best you can.
Mary should have known he was going to be gross the minute he walked in. It had been a slow night and there wasn't much to do. Ellis and Chick were talking in hushed tones over the bar and Stacey and Donna were playing gin in the corner. She wasn't and had no desire to be included in either of those things and not many wanted sex so she just drifted around, playing "Tik Tok" constantly in her head to stave off the headache that she could feel coming, refilled drinks and giggled like a bimbo when the guys "affectionately" groped her ass.
And then he'd shuffled in, clad in a raincoat and beanie like he was the twisted version of Chester and looking so like he belonged in one of her many bad pornos she had scattered around her bedsit that she just had to giggle. One of the regular guys - who was sitting at the tables she was serving at the moment - quirked an eyebrow and she waved him off. One giggle did not immediately undo an ice queen reputation.
Seeing the man looking around nervously, she went over to him, trying not to break her face with a perky smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" You're not in a shop, idiot, you're a whore. Fucking act like one.
His eyes went immediately to her tits and she closed hers for a second, trying to tell herself that it came with the territory.
"Uh, yeah. This club is what I think it is, right?"
"You're a smart, good-looking man. I'm sure you think correct." The headache was coming on first. She was crap at this. Linkara, Critic, Stacey, Donna... they were all far better at pretending than she was.
He smiled at her, crooked teeth and all, and she resisted the urge to shrink back. "You up for the kind of stuff I like, babe?"
She desperately needed Liz here. "Anything for a price, baby." The words sounded awkward and strange on her tongue.
"The bathroom is where?" She had a feeling he wasn't changing the subject.
"If you would follow me..." Hoping that he wouldn't notice her clammy palms, she took his hand and led him to the men's bathroom. Nobody bat an eyelid. It wasn't the usual place but you fucked anywhere as long as the customers felt something and you got paid.
He took her into the largest stall, smiling like he was the sleazy, much older version of the boyfriend who took her virginity and sat on the toilet seat, his legs wide open. She got down on her knees and started to unbuckle his belt while he stroked her pale red hair.
"How old are you, love?" She hated when they acted kind, it made her want to cry.
"Seventeen." Eighteen really but her birthday had only been in September and everybody lied about their age here. With her thin, small frame, she could even pass for sixteen for customers who liked that.
He raised his hips so she could pull down his pants and his hand went to her face, cupping her chin and stroking her shiny-pink lips with his thumb. "You getting experience?"
She was the newest club-girl but she'd been here for a year. She now knew expertly how to fake orgasms, manipulate people into more spending, moving well enough so that nobody would see her ribs with her midriff-baring top, walking and dancing in five-inch heels and how to wash come out of her hair in the sink.
She made her eyes wide and happy, nipping at his dick with affection. "Oh yes, sir."
He moaned in satisfaction, his hand going again to her hair and roughly pulling her closer. She did her job well, whimpering and licking like a good whore should and keeping her gag reflex gone when he pressed her against heated skin.
"Mmm, good girl. That's it..."
She rolled her eyes. Always the same encouragement and they always thought it was hot. She preferred the ones that shamelessly kept calling her a cunt until they came.
"You ready for it?"
She couldn't particularly say that she was, but she swallowed the sour-tasting stream with the least sign of revulsion on her face and even let some of it drip down her chin to get what came next over with.
At least it came (god shoot her) fairly quickly. With an agonized-sounding whimper, he dug into her scalp with his fingers and forced her head up, shooting over her cheeks with glee.
He slumped back down and, like a good lil' customer, started to count his money while she ripped off some toilet paper and tried to clean herself up. While he probably wanted her to stay like that, she had some standards to maintain.
Twenty minutes later, when he was out the door and she had cash in her pocket with a disgusting taste in her mouth, she saw the Chick wave her over.
Frowning, sure that the woman was drunk because they usually never spoke, she went over there just out of interest, still fighting down the urge to throw up.
"You okay, ma'am?"
"Just saw you coming out the bathroom with him. Something icky, right?" She couldn't tell whether the Chick was drunk or not, she was being nice which didn't really happen without reason, but she didn't sound slurred.
She went along with it. "He was a watersports guy."
Chick made a face and it made her seem much younger. "Charming. Want a drink?"
"I don't-"
Her eyes went hard again in a warning sign and she remembered a fiery row the madam had with Critic a few days ago, about... something nasty. Chick had a bad past and Critic broke loudly but there was still only patches of concrete information. It would be best not to piss her off right now.
So she turned to Ellis who was cleaning the floor and asked as nicely as possible. "Can I have a vodka with lime?"
Chick smiled as kindly as she'd ever seen her. "That's better."
Characters/Pairings: Mary/OC, Chick
Word Count: 1,020
Kink_Bingo Prompt: Watersports (she says as she watches everyone run away)
Disclaimer: Mary, the verse and the OC are mine. Miss Ellis can keep the Chick, thankyouverymuch.
A/N: If anyone is still around, here it is. I hope you enjoy it as best you can.
Mary should have known he was going to be gross the minute he walked in. It had been a slow night and there wasn't much to do. Ellis and Chick were talking in hushed tones over the bar and Stacey and Donna were playing gin in the corner. She wasn't and had no desire to be included in either of those things and not many wanted sex so she just drifted around, playing "Tik Tok" constantly in her head to stave off the headache that she could feel coming, refilled drinks and giggled like a bimbo when the guys "affectionately" groped her ass.
And then he'd shuffled in, clad in a raincoat and beanie like he was the twisted version of Chester and looking so like he belonged in one of her many bad pornos she had scattered around her bedsit that she just had to giggle. One of the regular guys - who was sitting at the tables she was serving at the moment - quirked an eyebrow and she waved him off. One giggle did not immediately undo an ice queen reputation.
Seeing the man looking around nervously, she went over to him, trying not to break her face with a perky smile.
"Can I help you, sir?" You're not in a shop, idiot, you're a whore. Fucking act like one.
His eyes went immediately to her tits and she closed hers for a second, trying to tell herself that it came with the territory.
"Uh, yeah. This club is what I think it is, right?"
"You're a smart, good-looking man. I'm sure you think correct." The headache was coming on first. She was crap at this. Linkara, Critic, Stacey, Donna... they were all far better at pretending than she was.
He smiled at her, crooked teeth and all, and she resisted the urge to shrink back. "You up for the kind of stuff I like, babe?"
She desperately needed Liz here. "Anything for a price, baby." The words sounded awkward and strange on her tongue.
"The bathroom is where?" She had a feeling he wasn't changing the subject.
"If you would follow me..." Hoping that he wouldn't notice her clammy palms, she took his hand and led him to the men's bathroom. Nobody bat an eyelid. It wasn't the usual place but you fucked anywhere as long as the customers felt something and you got paid.
He took her into the largest stall, smiling like he was the sleazy, much older version of the boyfriend who took her virginity and sat on the toilet seat, his legs wide open. She got down on her knees and started to unbuckle his belt while he stroked her pale red hair.
"How old are you, love?" She hated when they acted kind, it made her want to cry.
"Seventeen." Eighteen really but her birthday had only been in September and everybody lied about their age here. With her thin, small frame, she could even pass for sixteen for customers who liked that.
He raised his hips so she could pull down his pants and his hand went to her face, cupping her chin and stroking her shiny-pink lips with his thumb. "You getting experience?"
She was the newest club-girl but she'd been here for a year. She now knew expertly how to fake orgasms, manipulate people into more spending, moving well enough so that nobody would see her ribs with her midriff-baring top, walking and dancing in five-inch heels and how to wash come out of her hair in the sink.
She made her eyes wide and happy, nipping at his dick with affection. "Oh yes, sir."
He moaned in satisfaction, his hand going again to her hair and roughly pulling her closer. She did her job well, whimpering and licking like a good whore should and keeping her gag reflex gone when he pressed her against heated skin.
"Mmm, good girl. That's it..."
She rolled her eyes. Always the same encouragement and they always thought it was hot. She preferred the ones that shamelessly kept calling her a cunt until they came.
"You ready for it?"
She couldn't particularly say that she was, but she swallowed the sour-tasting stream with the least sign of revulsion on her face and even let some of it drip down her chin to get what came next over with.
At least it came (god shoot her) fairly quickly. With an agonized-sounding whimper, he dug into her scalp with his fingers and forced her head up, shooting over her cheeks with glee.
He slumped back down and, like a good lil' customer, started to count his money while she ripped off some toilet paper and tried to clean herself up. While he probably wanted her to stay like that, she had some standards to maintain.
Twenty minutes later, when he was out the door and she had cash in her pocket with a disgusting taste in her mouth, she saw the Chick wave her over.
Frowning, sure that the woman was drunk because they usually never spoke, she went over there just out of interest, still fighting down the urge to throw up.
"You okay, ma'am?"
"Just saw you coming out the bathroom with him. Something icky, right?" She couldn't tell whether the Chick was drunk or not, she was being nice which didn't really happen without reason, but she didn't sound slurred.
She went along with it. "He was a watersports guy."
Chick made a face and it made her seem much younger. "Charming. Want a drink?"
"I don't-"
Her eyes went hard again in a warning sign and she remembered a fiery row the madam had with Critic a few days ago, about... something nasty. Chick had a bad past and Critic broke loudly but there was still only patches of concrete information. It would be best not to piss her off right now.
So she turned to Ellis who was cleaning the floor and asked as nicely as possible. "Can I have a vodka with lime?"
Chick smiled as kindly as she'd ever seen her. "That's better."