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by MochaZoom | |
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''...98, 99, 100. There! Perfect!'' Elizabeth had just applied her usual 100
coats of Bonnie Belle lip gloss as she prepared to leave her apartment. She
admired Marcia Brady for her exceptionally beautiful hair, and knew that
Marcia gave her luxurious blonde locks 100 strokes with a brush every time
she had a few moments to spare. Elizabeth took great pride in her huge,
sticky lips, and applied 100 coats of lip gloss to them several times a day
in order to protect them from pollution and the elements. On this day she
used Blasteen Blueberry. Lucky preferred Poppeen Cherry, but on this day
(like every other day of her life), Elizabeth was in no mood to please
anyone but herself. She grabbed her hunk of worthless red glass that was given to her by Jason on Valentine's Day and plopped it into her purse. She never left home without it. She would take it out and stare at it for hours, completely mesmerized by its shiny qualities, as well as it's intense red color. ''Good thing I gave Lucky that rubber band to play with. He'll be too busy to worry about me today.'' she said to herself as she readied to leave her room at Kelly's diner. She was on her way to the studio to see Jason and didn't want to field any questions from Lucky. The more he asked, the closer she got to telling him the truth, and she wasn't up to that today. It's much better to lie to him as much as possible and keep him distracted. If he knew the truth, he would dump her cold and she couldn't handle that right now. She needed to know how Jason felt about her first. ''If Jason loves me, then I can get rid of Lucky, but keepeen Lucky around is better than be-een alone.'' Elizabeth sighed to herself. ''Sure he's a simpleton, but that's kind of what I need in my life right now. I feel so depressed about haveen to be strong for everyone around me ever since Laura and Carly chose Gia to be the Face of Deception, I just can't handle anytheen complicated. Lucky is happy to tell me how beautiful I am all the time, and he never seeks intelligent conversation from me, so we've got the perfect arrangement.'' Elizabeth switched off the light, exited her room, and locked the door behind her. In the dining room of Kelly's she bumped into Tammy, ''Hi, Tammy. Listen, I know I'm supposed to work your shift today so that you and Mike can go have dinner in Manhattan tonight, but I just can't do it. Do you think you and Mike could just reschedule? I have to go out. It's reeeely important or I wouldn't ask.'' ''Sure, honey. It's not a problem,'' Tammy said sweetly, ''We were going to stay at the Waldorf-Astoria, but we can always get other reservations. You take all the time you need.'' ''Thannnks, Tammy. I owe you,'' Elizabeth smiled. After Elizabeth waltzed out the door, Tammy grumbled, ''Someday, you'll get yours, you little self-serving twit!'' Outside the diner, Emily and Zander were having some chowder at a table. ''Elizabeth! Hi!'' Emily said enthusiastically. ''Come join us!'' Elizabeth was caught off guard by the invitation. She didn't like Zander at all because he was a kidnapper who could have caused the death of her VERY best friend! ''Uh. Well, no thanks,'' Elizabeth stammered. ''I have to get goeen. I'm workeen on a painteen right now, and I've got this great idea. Besides, Zander is a kidnapper who could have got you killed. I just can't support your relationship with him at all. He's bad news, Em, and if you can't see it, I'm going to keep sayeen it to you until you understand.'' ''But, Elizabeth,'' Emily began,''You hang out with my brother. He's a MOBSTER. He KILLS people for a living.'' ''I know,'' Elizabeth replied,''But he would never hurt ME, and that's all that matters. I mean, he gave me this piece of glass for Valentine's Day, and he's been telling me how beautiful I am... You understand, don't you?'' ''I guess so,'' said Emily disappointedly. After Elizabeth had departed, Emily told Zander, ''I can't believe I used to be best friends with her. She's so self centered. Someday she's going to get what she deserves.'' ''I hate your family, Emily, but I really care about you. I keep thinking that someday you'll leave me,'' said Zander anxiously. ''Look, Zander. We weren't even TALKING about my family. You weren't even LISTENING to me. I HATE you and I never want to see you again!'' and with that, Emily grabbed her jacket and stormed away from Kelly's in a huff. Zander muttered under his breath, ''Damn that Elizabeth. If it weren't for her, Emily and I would be together now.'' Elizabeth finally arrived at her studio. ''I really should paint these bare walls,'' she thought to herself. ''Jason, are you here?'', she called. ''I'm in the closet. Are you alone?'' Jason replied. ''Yes. I'm all alone.'' Elizabeth answered. ''Were you followed?'', Jason inquired. ''No. I don't think so,'' Elizabeth replied. Jason sheepishly exited the closet. He'd been trying on Elizabeth's clothes and underwear all afternoon, and felt a little embarrassed. He felt as if Elizabeth knew, but how could she? She'd spent the night riding the Lucky Express and hadn't been anywhere near her studio until now. Jason began, ''Elizabeth. There's something I've got to tell you. Your lips. They're so perfect and I can't stop looking at them. I've got to kiss you and taste your lip gloss.'' ''But Jason, you KNOW I'm with Lucky.'' ''Yes, I know, but I can't help it. You're so beautiful. Your lips are so beautiful. They remind me of two slugs making love in the moonlight.'' ''Well, OK. Since you put it that way.'' And they kissed. And they kissed. And kissed. They kissed so long and so hard that Elizabeth's lips swelled up to 5 times their normal size. Elizabeth asked, ''Do you want to screw me?'' ''No. I'm sorry. I'm saving myself for Sonny,'' Jason answered. ''Oh. OK. It's just that I'm feeling really turned on right now, and need to ride your, uhhh... motorcycle,'' Elizabeth said. ''Oh. Well, we can do that. I can let you wear my helmet,'' Jason replied. ''No. Not THAT motorcyle, Jason. YOUR motorcyle. You know... the one in your pants?'' Elizabeth was horny and was NOT going to be told 'no' after so much kisseen. ''Elizabeth,'' Jason began, ''You know I don't have sex, don't you? Carly was so good in bed, and then I had to have sex with Robin that day she brought all those spermicides and condoms to the penthouse, I just can't have sex anymore. I knew that anything after Carly would be a letdown, and then having to deal with all of Robin's gels & latex & stuff, it was just too much. I can't even get an erection anymore.'' ''Well, then, Jason, if you aren't going to ***** me, you can just get the HELL OUT!'' Elizabeth ordered. Like the obedient monk he was, Jason grabbed his leather jacket, tucked his flaccid penis between his legs and left. Jason thought to himself, ''I had no idea she was such a bitch. I always thought she was so sweet. Just like Robin used to be. I should fit her with cement shoes & toss her off The Bridge.'' Elizabeth dialed her cell phone, ''Hello, Lucky? I'm at my studio. Could you come over here, please?'' Just like an obedient dog, Lucky was knocking on her studio door before she could even set her phone down. Elizabeth opened the door and invited him inside. ''Luckkyyyy... would you like to suckkyyyy...?'' Elizabeth purred (or, attempted to). ''Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh. You said 'suckkyyy'.'' Lucky answered. ''Come on, Lucky. Your little Lizzy Wizzy is horny worny. Let's ride the Lucky Express, whaddaya say?'' Elizabeth was NOT going to be told 'no'. She reached down to try to stimulate Lucky's skin flute through the fabric of his jeans. ''Lucky not WANNA have a train ride, Elizabeth! Elizabeth's been LYING to Lucky! Lucky MAD at Elizabeth!'' he said. ''Listen, you stupid moron,'' Elizabeth shouted, ''You are goeen to screw me, and that's that! Now STRIP!'' ''No! Lucky not WANNA take off clothes! Lucky not wanna hook up with Elizabeth tonight. Lucky still MAD!'' he said as he folded his arms across his chest. Elizabeth pushed Lucky to the couch and tried to straddle him, ''Come on, Lucky. I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all the lies I've been telleen you about Jason.'' Lucky jumped up in horror, ''NOOOO! Lucky not LIKE Elizabeth anymore! Elizabeth make Lucky SAD and hurt Lucky feelings! Elizabeth NOT a nice person! Lucky leave now!'' and with that, Lucky stormed out of Elizabeth's studio. ''Elizabeth pay for hurting Lucky,'' he said to himself. Elizabeth was dumbfounded. Why was everyone turning against her? ''I'm hands down the most talented person in this town! I'm an artist, an ice skater, a waitress, an assistant to Chloe Morgan, and I have some type of job or something at L&B Records. I just DON'T understand!'' To relieve her increasing tension, she stared at her reflection in a mirror all night long and masturbated. It was the best sex she'd ever had in her life! The very next day, she was applying her 100 coats of Blasteen Blueberry Bonnie Belle lip gloss and her lips began to swell. Then she developed a rash on her face and body. Her chest tightened and she couldn't breathe. Her body felt as if it were on fire on the inside, and the pain and heat radiated outward causing a layer of sweat on her body. She tried to call 911, but when the operator answered, she could only wheeze and gasp for air. She lay dead on the floor. The toxicology report listed the cause of death as ''Poisoned Lip Gloss''. The town cheered and had a party. | |
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