No sooner had Cinder and her pawns crowded into the kareoke box than one of them had already dialed in a song and had begun belting out a horrible off-key rendition of some awful song.
"You! Stop that right now!"
The guilty office lady stopped as commanded. Her eyes slowly drifted towards Cinder's chest.
"Good, I've got your attention. Now ladies, two things you all need to know. Number one: We're not here to sing. We're not here to party. You're going to plan a robbery, and I'm going to make sure you're not completely incompetent at it. When you do these things in the future, it'll be without my input, so I want you all to take this seriously. You're going to be like Charlie's Angels, except you work for me and you only love me for my tits."
"What's the other thing?" Blondie asked, a stream of drool trickling out of her mouth as she ogled Cinder's chest.
Cinder looked directly at the office lady, who was still staring at her tits. "Disco is dead. God, you have awful taste in music."
The woman didn't even have the decency to look crestfallen. Fucking titslaves.
Cinder sat back in her seat and looked at the others in the room. Their gazes continued to track her rack, because of fucking course they did. "So... Punk Bitch, Goth Bitch, Office Lady, Blondie, and... weren't there five of you?"
"I'm right heres." This answer came from a dark-haired girl who had somehow sat down right on Cinder's lap and started nuzzling her breasts without Cinder even noticing.
Cinder couldn't very well fall out of her seat because of how the couch was positioned, but she made a credible attempt.
"What the hell? How did you do that?"
The girl shrugged. "I've never hads much in the way of presence."
With a bit of effort, Cinder recovered her composure. "Okay, you never, ever touch me without permission. Got that, Stealth Bitch?"
"Sures."
"Now, I wanna hear how the lot of you would rob a place."
"I'd just stands there until the staff stopped paying attention to me, then walks out with whatever I likes."
"Ha! That's boring!" Punk Bitch crowed. "The way to do a robbery is just smash a window and grab as much as you can!"
"That's not going to get the right kind of attention." Blondie objected. "We're trying to attract vigiliantes, not the police, right? So what we need first is a group theme, maybe some uniforms with really short skirts, a stylish group pose, some snappy speeches..."
"All of that stuff has nothing to do with anything!"
"It has everything to do with what we're actually trying to accomplish, Miss Just-Break-Everything-And-Run! And it's not even that hard! Like... our theme could be elements. Stealth is our air element, I'm our metal element-"
"Why should you be metal! I'm totally metal!"
"As if punk has anything to do with metal. It's barely even music."
"It's my name, alright? Heavy Metal. My name. Heavy Fucking Metal."
"Your parents named you Fucking?"
"Both of you shut up before I slap my tits in your faces!"
Punk Bitch and Blondie quickly obeyed. Cinder sighed. This plan was looking worse all the time.
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