Poison EDWR: Poison's New Job

Unending BE - episode 1063634

"This is fucking ridiculous."

Poison sat at the bar, resting her cheek in one hand as she swirled her drink in the other. Ever since Mad Gear fell on hard times following Belger's death, she had been making ends meet as a pro wrestling promoter. Now, however, her promotion was struggling and she had been running low on cash. And suddenly, she had herself a new line of work.

Ten minutes earlier, she had been on her way to the bar for a drink when a weird, cloaked figure had approached and handed her a piece of paper. "You a promoter? A recruiter?"

"Uh, yeah?" Poison wasn't sure what to make of this stranger. No visible face, the voice was so low and raspy that it could have been anyone. She eyed the paper and laughed. "A contract...as an Extra-Dimensional Whore Recruiter? Is this some sort of joke?"

"Not a joke!" The figure said. "You meet the quotas, you get paid handsomely."

"Eh, fine. I'm game." Thinking this whole thing a joke, she signed the contract without reading the fine print. An act she regretted as soon as she dotted the "i", as the paper suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke. "What the hell?!"

The hooded figure laughed, and then thrust a leather pouch into Poison's stunned hands. "Here you are. The tools you'll need."

"Wait, what did I just sign?" Poison asked. Furious, she moved in to kick the...whoever's ass. But the moment she reached for the figure's hood, she was repelled by a mild electric shock. "Ow!"

The figure cackled in a coarse, gross tone. "The rules are simple! You find women to recruit and convince them to work for our little extra-dimensional establishment. Give each recruit one of the keys in that pouch. The number of keys is your quota for the week."

"And if I don't meet this quota?" Poison asked. "What then?"

"Then one of those keys becomes yours, and you become a whore, the same as the rest of them."

Poison palmed her face. "Well, shit. Is there a way out? Can I buy out the contract at all?"

The figure laughed again. "We can discuss that after you've met your first quota, when your payment will be delivered. See you in a week! And be sure to read the fine print next time."

"Oh, come on!" Poison did not take kindly to being mocked, but before she could think of a clever comeback, the figure vanished into thin air.

And so, Poison sat at the bar, drink in hand, looking down at the small bag of keys that she had been given as her "recruitment" tool. "A week to get rid of all of these, huh?" She sighed and finished off her drink. "Fuck it. I guess I better get started. Better some other chicks than me!"

Now the question was, how would she get this done, and who could she recruit? Hell, how did recruiting with these keys even work? She cursed her own hardheadedness. Fucking fine print. When I see that...whoever that was next time, I'm going to let'em have it!