Post by Adelaide Ainsworth on Sept 18, 2019 5:33:46 GMT -5
Kicking back on the unmade double bed is Adelaide Ainsworth. She is wearing nothing but her matching purple bra and panties set. Her brown hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, while hanging lazily from her mouth is a dimly burning cigarette. By her right hand side is a pile of clothes that have been tossed haphazardly on shag pile carpet that is worn and uncared for, the paint is cracking and yellowed on the walls.
After taking a long drag of smoke, she plucks it from her mouth with right hand and stubs it out carelessly on the dirty and damaged bedside table that rests mournfully next to her and the bed on which she lounges.
“Fuckin shithole, Geordie.”
Geordie is overweight Irish-Italian dressed in an ill-fitting suit that is currently sitting on a desk chair staring at Adelaide. His black hair is over greased and slicked back in a style that went out of fashion sometime before nineteen eighty-one.
“Jackie says you stay here. I’m going to stay here and watch you like he says.”
“Ya cousin - he’s a cunt.”
“Why ya gotta speak like that, Addy?”
“Speak how I fuckin wanna. Say what I wanna like fuck Jackie Bigliani. I’m takin a piss.”
Adelaide reaches down and scratches her crotch before jumping off the bed and heading past Geordie to the bathroom. Geordie stands to follow.
“What ya fuckin perv. Ya wanna fuckin golden shower - open up and say ahh maggot.”
“Addy. Please don’t talk like that. You know that Jackie says I have to watch you wherever you go.”
“Look, I fuckin get it Geordie. Jackie doesn’t want to lose his prize. But I gotta take a fuckin shit too. Gimme a few fuckin minutes - what am I gonna do. Unless ya want to take the dump on you chest.”
Geordie shakes his head is dismay.
“Five minutes.”
“Fuck ya, Geordie. Come one. I’m packed up in there since last night when I took that black anaconda up there. Gimme ten.”
“Seven minutes.”
“Fuckin whatever.”
Addy closes the bathroom in Geordie’s face. Within seconds there is a crashing sound from within the bathroom. Geordie runs through the door and watches Adelaide Ainsworth slinging herself out the bathroom window. Geordie runs out of the bathroom and out of the room, and building He looks up and sees Adelaide Ainsworth sitting on the roof of the building of which he has just exited.
“Get down from there please, Addy.”
“Oh the gorilla said please. I’ll be fuckin come down when I am fuckin ready, Geordie.”
Adelaide walks away from the edge of the roof, to the ridge of the roof - when she reaches the highest point she sits down, wriggles her butt around until she is comfortable and then crosses her legs.
“Fuckin Bigliani’s”
Addy spits to her left side.
“But ya don’t need ta know about em do ya now, Madwoman Szalinski, do ya?”
Addy pushes her breasts together.
“I fuckin came ta Trinity as part of a fuckin arrangement with some fuckin cunts. Now that don’t fuckin mean that I ain’t gonna try an get things ta go me own way when I am fuckin there. That’s sumpin that I do wherever the fuck I go. See I do what I want, and take what I fuckin want. So when I see some fuckin masked cunt like you actin like ya shit don’t stink I’m fuckin gonna come out and give ya fuckin reality check.”
“Wake up cunt.”
“I want that pretty gold belt ya carryin round. That’s why ya get a kick to the back of the fuckin head. Boom! Ya got fuckin dropped. Now you an me, we gonna dance for somethin fuckin special here on Tuesday Night Sin. See, I’m fuckin takin that belt in my first fuckin match in Trinity - shit my first fuckin match outside of a Bigliani fuckin bedroom.”
Addy reaches up and pulls her ponytail out and shakes her about so it falls about her neck and face.
“And ya fuckin know why I am here, bitch. Simply because men want this”
Addy grabs her vagina and pulls on it like man would grab his genitals.
“Boys want this.”
She grabs herself again.
“Even the bitches want this.”
She grabs herself a third time in quick succession.
“I sell to our demographic. I’m fuckin controversial. I’m confrontin and I call it like I fuckin see it, but most of all I’m fuckin hot and I’m fuckable. Means I’m sellin tickets. I’m sellin subscriptions for Hulu just so those maggots can watch me.”
“So fuckin yeh, I want your pretty fuckin belt ya got right here, but the decison makers they see that I’m gonna make them money hungry motherfuckers dollars when I am on the screen and I’m gonna fuckin sell tickets in arenas so those lonely men and horny boys can watch me beatin ya rug muchin motherfucker into dust.”
Adelaide licks her lips seductively.
“Madbtich, ya entitled ta like dick or pussy whatever ya want. Ya like pussy good for fuckin you, Me, I like dick the bigger the better, or a man with a good fuckin tongue that can get deep into fuckin crevices. Mmmmm yeh, that’s the shit that gets me off. But ya know what fuckin else gives those fuckin orgasmic rushes? Its when I see some poor little bitch walkin down the fuckin street and ya just rush her from behind and stomp her into the ground. Fuckin laugh when ya see her face all cut up and her front teeth dug deep into the fuckin concrete.”
“That’s why it felt so fuckin good to kick ya in the back of the fuckin head on Sin. I’ve fourteen inch pythons that haven’t made me feel that good.”
“Mmm. Fuck yeh.”
“Ya like to talk about conquerin fuckin fear to reach the top of the fuckin heap, right? Well, let me tell ya this, bitch. I don’t fear nuttin. Never have. Never will. Not when ya come up the way I come up. I want it. I take it. And I don’t fuckin get it the first time, I keep comin back until I get it. That’s why it’s easier ta get somethin than it is ta keep somethin. Buy a new fuckin TV. I’m smashin ya window and takin it for me’self. Get a nice new shiny Television Title. I’m smashin’ ya teeth and takin it for me’self.”
“I ain’t jumpin of no fuckin’ buildin’ with a parachute just ta prove me’self. No fuckin balls. See now, bitch - ya ain’t needin’ ta jump to prove shit now. Ya on top tryin’ ta fuckin fight me off. Get ta the top of Beetham tower now. I’m fuckin throwin’ ya from the top and watchin’ ya head explode like a fuckin watermelon.”
“Winnin’ that’s tha easy part. Keepin on winnin’ that’s a lot fuckin harder and ya gonna find out just how hard it’s gonna be ta keep winnin’ with a target on a back. It’s like when stealin cars and shit. It’s all fuckin easy until some cunt dogs ya out and then the fuckin coppers have watchin all the fuckin time. Just like now, right bitch. No one was watchin ya until ya won that pretty gold thing. All eyes are on ya. All eyes are watchin ya ta see when they can strike ya down.”
“I just did it first.”
“But as a fuckin’ champion ya gotta be flyin’ right? Or are ya free-fallin? No parachute this time, right bitch? While ya fuckin standing on top’a’the pile like ya now; there is only fuckin way ta go.”
“Down.”
“And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout ya muchin rug or suckin dick. I’m talkin top to fuckin bottom. And I am gonna be the one that sends ya down bitch. Would I be thinkin of fuckin ya up if ya want the pretty little televsion champion in a mask?”
“Truth?”
“Yeh, I like fuckin bitches up. It’s just that the belt makes it all the more enticing. It’s a fuckin’ bonus - its like when ya jack some fuckin bitch in suit and ya find a few extra grand in the glovebox, except when it’s the fuckin Bigliani’s but that another story for another fuckin day.”
Adelaide Ainsworth stands up on the ridge of the roof. She looks down and see Geordie standing there just staring at her.
“Would you please come down, Adelaide.”
“It’s Addy, maggot.”
“Addy, please come down.”
Addy walks towards the edge of the roof. She stands on the edge and looks over at Geordie. It’s only a single story high.
“Szalinski, ya were the last fuckin challenger ta take the leap a faith and leap inta a title. So I was fuckin’ thinkin I could use the same fuckin thing. Use the same fuckin metaphor, then I thought that’s fuckin dumb.”
“See, bitch, I don’t need no leap a faith, I don’t need no fuckin mountain ta climb. When it is all said and fuckin done. I’m gonna get that pretty little make of yours and fuckin gouge ya eyes. I gonna kick ya fuckin down ya throat. I’m gonna punch ya in the fuckin cunt until ya cry. Quite fuckin simply, I’m gonna smash ya face inta pieces and kick ya head inside out.”
“Not, because I hate ya.”
“Not because ya got the pretty television championship, though it fuckin helps.”
“But, simply because I fuckin’ can, that’s why.”
Addy smirks, licks her lips, adjusts her breasts in her purple bra and scratches her asscrack.
“Now I’ve gotta date with my own pink sledgehammer if ya know what I mean.”
Addy winks.
“Geordie, ya better fuckin catch me.”
“What?”
Adelaide jumps off the roof and lands on Geordie before he can even realise what is happening. She kisses him on the cheek and jumps out of his arms.
“You’re crazy, Addy.”
“Fuckin’ know it.”
Addy walks away from Geordie, who follows closely, not wanting her to get away.
“Gotta smoke?”
After taking a long drag of smoke, she plucks it from her mouth with right hand and stubs it out carelessly on the dirty and damaged bedside table that rests mournfully next to her and the bed on which she lounges.
“Fuckin shithole, Geordie.”
Geordie is overweight Irish-Italian dressed in an ill-fitting suit that is currently sitting on a desk chair staring at Adelaide. His black hair is over greased and slicked back in a style that went out of fashion sometime before nineteen eighty-one.
“Jackie says you stay here. I’m going to stay here and watch you like he says.”
“Ya cousin - he’s a cunt.”
“Why ya gotta speak like that, Addy?”
“Speak how I fuckin wanna. Say what I wanna like fuck Jackie Bigliani. I’m takin a piss.”
Adelaide reaches down and scratches her crotch before jumping off the bed and heading past Geordie to the bathroom. Geordie stands to follow.
“What ya fuckin perv. Ya wanna fuckin golden shower - open up and say ahh maggot.”
“Addy. Please don’t talk like that. You know that Jackie says I have to watch you wherever you go.”
“Look, I fuckin get it Geordie. Jackie doesn’t want to lose his prize. But I gotta take a fuckin shit too. Gimme a few fuckin minutes - what am I gonna do. Unless ya want to take the dump on you chest.”
Geordie shakes his head is dismay.
“Five minutes.”
“Fuck ya, Geordie. Come one. I’m packed up in there since last night when I took that black anaconda up there. Gimme ten.”
“Seven minutes.”
“Fuckin whatever.”
Addy closes the bathroom in Geordie’s face. Within seconds there is a crashing sound from within the bathroom. Geordie runs through the door and watches Adelaide Ainsworth slinging herself out the bathroom window. Geordie runs out of the bathroom and out of the room, and building He looks up and sees Adelaide Ainsworth sitting on the roof of the building of which he has just exited.
“Get down from there please, Addy.”
“Oh the gorilla said please. I’ll be fuckin come down when I am fuckin ready, Geordie.”
Adelaide walks away from the edge of the roof, to the ridge of the roof - when she reaches the highest point she sits down, wriggles her butt around until she is comfortable and then crosses her legs.
“Fuckin Bigliani’s”
Addy spits to her left side.
“But ya don’t need ta know about em do ya now, Madwoman Szalinski, do ya?”
Addy pushes her breasts together.
“I fuckin came ta Trinity as part of a fuckin arrangement with some fuckin cunts. Now that don’t fuckin mean that I ain’t gonna try an get things ta go me own way when I am fuckin there. That’s sumpin that I do wherever the fuck I go. See I do what I want, and take what I fuckin want. So when I see some fuckin masked cunt like you actin like ya shit don’t stink I’m fuckin gonna come out and give ya fuckin reality check.”
“Wake up cunt.”
“I want that pretty gold belt ya carryin round. That’s why ya get a kick to the back of the fuckin head. Boom! Ya got fuckin dropped. Now you an me, we gonna dance for somethin fuckin special here on Tuesday Night Sin. See, I’m fuckin takin that belt in my first fuckin match in Trinity - shit my first fuckin match outside of a Bigliani fuckin bedroom.”
Addy reaches up and pulls her ponytail out and shakes her about so it falls about her neck and face.
“And ya fuckin know why I am here, bitch. Simply because men want this”
Addy grabs her vagina and pulls on it like man would grab his genitals.
“Boys want this.”
She grabs herself again.
“Even the bitches want this.”
She grabs herself a third time in quick succession.
“I sell to our demographic. I’m fuckin controversial. I’m confrontin and I call it like I fuckin see it, but most of all I’m fuckin hot and I’m fuckable. Means I’m sellin tickets. I’m sellin subscriptions for Hulu just so those maggots can watch me.”
“So fuckin yeh, I want your pretty fuckin belt ya got right here, but the decison makers they see that I’m gonna make them money hungry motherfuckers dollars when I am on the screen and I’m gonna fuckin sell tickets in arenas so those lonely men and horny boys can watch me beatin ya rug muchin motherfucker into dust.”
Adelaide licks her lips seductively.
“Madbtich, ya entitled ta like dick or pussy whatever ya want. Ya like pussy good for fuckin you, Me, I like dick the bigger the better, or a man with a good fuckin tongue that can get deep into fuckin crevices. Mmmmm yeh, that’s the shit that gets me off. But ya know what fuckin else gives those fuckin orgasmic rushes? Its when I see some poor little bitch walkin down the fuckin street and ya just rush her from behind and stomp her into the ground. Fuckin laugh when ya see her face all cut up and her front teeth dug deep into the fuckin concrete.”
“That’s why it felt so fuckin good to kick ya in the back of the fuckin head on Sin. I’ve fourteen inch pythons that haven’t made me feel that good.”
“Mmm. Fuck yeh.”
“Ya like to talk about conquerin fuckin fear to reach the top of the fuckin heap, right? Well, let me tell ya this, bitch. I don’t fear nuttin. Never have. Never will. Not when ya come up the way I come up. I want it. I take it. And I don’t fuckin get it the first time, I keep comin back until I get it. That’s why it’s easier ta get somethin than it is ta keep somethin. Buy a new fuckin TV. I’m smashin ya window and takin it for me’self. Get a nice new shiny Television Title. I’m smashin’ ya teeth and takin it for me’self.”
“I ain’t jumpin of no fuckin’ buildin’ with a parachute just ta prove me’self. No fuckin balls. See now, bitch - ya ain’t needin’ ta jump to prove shit now. Ya on top tryin’ ta fuckin fight me off. Get ta the top of Beetham tower now. I’m fuckin throwin’ ya from the top and watchin’ ya head explode like a fuckin watermelon.”
“Winnin’ that’s tha easy part. Keepin on winnin’ that’s a lot fuckin harder and ya gonna find out just how hard it’s gonna be ta keep winnin’ with a target on a back. It’s like when stealin cars and shit. It’s all fuckin easy until some cunt dogs ya out and then the fuckin coppers have watchin all the fuckin time. Just like now, right bitch. No one was watchin ya until ya won that pretty gold thing. All eyes are on ya. All eyes are watchin ya ta see when they can strike ya down.”
“I just did it first.”
“But as a fuckin’ champion ya gotta be flyin’ right? Or are ya free-fallin? No parachute this time, right bitch? While ya fuckin standing on top’a’the pile like ya now; there is only fuckin way ta go.”
“Down.”
“And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout ya muchin rug or suckin dick. I’m talkin top to fuckin bottom. And I am gonna be the one that sends ya down bitch. Would I be thinkin of fuckin ya up if ya want the pretty little televsion champion in a mask?”
“Truth?”
“Yeh, I like fuckin bitches up. It’s just that the belt makes it all the more enticing. It’s a fuckin’ bonus - its like when ya jack some fuckin bitch in suit and ya find a few extra grand in the glovebox, except when it’s the fuckin Bigliani’s but that another story for another fuckin day.”
Adelaide Ainsworth stands up on the ridge of the roof. She looks down and see Geordie standing there just staring at her.
“Would you please come down, Adelaide.”
“It’s Addy, maggot.”
“Addy, please come down.”
Addy walks towards the edge of the roof. She stands on the edge and looks over at Geordie. It’s only a single story high.
“Szalinski, ya were the last fuckin challenger ta take the leap a faith and leap inta a title. So I was fuckin’ thinkin I could use the same fuckin thing. Use the same fuckin metaphor, then I thought that’s fuckin dumb.”
“See, bitch, I don’t need no leap a faith, I don’t need no fuckin mountain ta climb. When it is all said and fuckin done. I’m gonna get that pretty little make of yours and fuckin gouge ya eyes. I gonna kick ya fuckin down ya throat. I’m gonna punch ya in the fuckin cunt until ya cry. Quite fuckin simply, I’m gonna smash ya face inta pieces and kick ya head inside out.”
“Not, because I hate ya.”
“Not because ya got the pretty television championship, though it fuckin helps.”
“But, simply because I fuckin’ can, that’s why.”
Addy smirks, licks her lips, adjusts her breasts in her purple bra and scratches her asscrack.
“Now I’ve gotta date with my own pink sledgehammer if ya know what I mean.”
Addy winks.
“Geordie, ya better fuckin catch me.”
“What?”
Adelaide jumps off the roof and lands on Geordie before he can even realise what is happening. She kisses him on the cheek and jumps out of his arms.
“You’re crazy, Addy.”
“Fuckin’ know it.”
Addy walks away from Geordie, who follows closely, not wanting her to get away.
“Gotta smoke?”