Psycho Babble

LONDON, the good life, Bond Street, Chelsea, Sloane Square, fashion divas, money, lots a fucking money and haute couture. Dior, Givenchy, Sarah, Betsy cat walks, runways, bulimia, super models barfing in the toilets. Mascara, lip gloss, anonymous sex, gay, straight, Bi, hook ups, let downs, one night stands, prowling Bentley Town cars.

Clubs, dinners, hang over’s, drug abuse, actors, musicians, celebrities, writers, cocaine blues, E moments to forget. All of it, status, Oprah, Dr. Phil, fixer of sick minds, book signings, fucked up denial, privileged, Cambridge weekends, this is my town, Jane’s town.

Manolos, 3 inch heels, tip tapping in the penthouse crib, sky scrapper, view of The City, I- Pad-4 on the mirror surface of my mahogany desk. The view, primo, Thames-river, wet like my misused cunt. I’m so smart, parents of wealth, agents, publicists, no one says no to me, ever. I’m so blond, 35, jet set blue eyes, thin bod, angel hips, white skin, alabaster waif, eating disorder running amok. I’m miserable because I have every thing but sexed up luck.

I’m frustrated, my electric vibrating dildo my lover, face cast like a diva of perfection, no Botox yet, still a stunning beauty with a virgin clit, ad nauseam I have been told.

I of course want it all, been dreamin’ of girls, a gay world, no more denial for moi. I’m done dancing with a life time of lie’s, everyone is doing it, coming out, but cowardly me. But what, breathing some silver breath of a golden girl, a milk and honey, out of control totally insane girl girly girl. A slut filled with smut, just like me.

I’m a head doctor, inside the brain that is. Usual client today, Kimmy, an American Super Model delight, short agate, shimmer hair, eyes like a wolf, colored quartz gold. She’s 20, five foot eleven, one hundred and eighteen pounds, pre pubescent baby child.

She’s infallible, so butch for a slight young thing, unbreakable, remarkable, a monster of beauty, an idiot and nobody cares. Her beauty is phenomenal, so she’s been told, over and over and fucking forever over again. I’ve seen her runway walk, space between the thighs and skin like silk, ash coal under emaciated eyes. So alluring, so elegant, she’s a cosmic Alien, once in a life time super nova flaming pure, young, Kevlar bitch, cluster fuck.

So I’m sitting here waiting.

Fuck, I’m the one who has the PHD.

I’m nervous, edged up, leering, for this fucking unbelievably stupid goddess is sitting on my psyche couch before me. Short skirt, hiked up, laser cunt, legs spread, no underwear and pink miracle cunt exposed. She could give a good fuck. She’s perfect and she knows it.

Her face is unbelievable, petite, nose, Everest upped cheek bones, and eyes spread wide across her face, like tourmaline colored raw diamonds found along the fucking Amazon. Thin, legs so long, I keep blinking, set into those thigh high boots. I am dreaming of them wrapped around my, I have been told, very sexy mouth. What in the fuck do I know about my fantasies and girl sex? Girls are all I’ve ever dreamed of, all I’ve ever been comfy with. I’m so fucking demur, shy I want to put a bullet in my ear.

So Kimmy, I ask. “How are you today? What is troubling your pretty little mind today?”

Out come the cigarettes, lighter ignites, smoke between those pouted up lips, completely ignoring the “No smoking” signs plastered everywhere.

“Kimmy, sorry no smoking dear.”

All she does is moan, whatever’s me with her arches in her eyebrows. 

She completely ignores my words.

What in the fuck am I going to do, she is the power broker here?

She’s come before a wrecking machine of society women’s and power broker men’s silly dreams. She is an icon and a pure Incubus of evil. She is everything that I am not, a custard powder cream puff of pure sexuality on the outside. Inside that self centered mind is a butch bitch, a trilogy of body, cunt, legs, an anorexic dream.

Whatever in the fuck can “I” do for her?

I babble. “So Kimmy dear, what now, what is troubling you??

She inhales a plume of smoke, kills her cigareee in my potted plant, knees spread, naked pink flower cunt exposed. I’m dizzy.

I’m the fucking doctor, am I not?

She goes off, a spoiled child.

“My new girl friends dildo is not big enough, either is her friends. I’ve tried gang bangs, girls, dudes, chimps, anything will do. That didn’t work. Doctor, I’ve switched permanently to gals. Met a woman, some botoxed society bitch, she forgot her strap-on, her dildo, oh my god, she was such a loser. I hate Bentley Town Cars, only limos will do, life is tough for me,” and on and on it went.

I’m drowning here, my vagina liquefying my brain melting listening to her bitched up, ego driven wants.

She’s so fucking self absorbed, cares only about what she needs, anything she needs.

My eyes are brazed on her, legs spread open, a naked moment fulfilling all my mostly women’s twisted up depraved dreams. She looks at me oddly. I know she’s wondering why I haven’t come on to her yet, hit on her. She thinks I’m a doll, a smart trick, she fucking told me so.

I’ve blushed before listening to her daft bullshit. It’s like getting a Brittany Spears compliment, magnified as if Einstein just told me I was smart.

She hikes her skirt up, that always works, exposing that P Diddy cunt. She stands as I go dizzy leering at her miles and miles of white legs exposed as she looks at me and asks. “Doctor Jane, have you ever gone down, licked, sucked, kissed a miraculous baby dolls slit?”

Are you fucking kidding me?

I hum and haw, she stands, and she is really suicide disguised as perfection of sexuality. She is so confident and has told me all the stories.

She has destroyed every man or woman she has ever been with, though she just plays with men, the bitch loves diamonds. I gasp as her skirt falls down her thigh high boots. The look in her eyes is platinum annealed, my pulse is pounding. Christ, standing there, she a ribbon, pigeon toed in those fucking boots. She has my total attention.

She’s an animal, banal, naked, except for those boots, pointed at each other. She knows all the bells and whistles to clang and tweet. She has a chip of Cosmo DNA wedged into her pea size brain as she leers at me, you know, a goddess of a moronic world that I simply do not understand.

She whispers through her pre constructed girl pouts something like, “Doctor Jane, it is now, the fucking sex of it, all about the moment.”

She hasn’t seduced me yet and I can see that is bothering the psychopath that she is.

Step by naked step, she tip toes to me in those boot heels, circles behind me (no one has never denied her anything) as she laces her thin arms around my neck.

“Plink, Plink, Plink.” Three buttons on my blouse are suddenly freed from the fabric.

Her demonic fingers roam down my blouse.

“Ooooh.” I peep, as she pinches one of my erect nipples between her finger tips.

“My Doctor Jane, sweet, awesome, you’re so rad, you like me don’t you, want me? I want you, I think about you all of the time.”

She’s a fucking pathological liar, what the fuck do I care what she thinks or says.

But I do fucking care and feel pathetic doing so.

As I cringe listening to her elegant mastery of words, and feel her breath on my neck, I feel like my cunt is melting. I can feel her tits pressed against the back of my head, and hear breathing intensifying, and the skin on her fingers is so soft, I literally began to shake.

Tweaking my nipples again, I get a little munching on my ear, then a purr from her.

“Oh, Doctor Jane, just like wow, I mean like sweet, I’ve wanted to hook up with you for so long. Wow, radical tits.”

HOOK UP?

I’m so turned on that I can barely make out her words. Suddenly I think she might be fucking Shakespeare.

Then, there she is, breath, saliva, kisses on my neck, rubbing her tiny tits against the back of my head.

FUCK, I could care less. All I want now is to fuck her.

I swoon, groan and whimper as I can feel my vagina losing fluids, my pulse beating in my wrists. She smells like raw sex cut with the aroma of copper roses.

She moves around me and stands white naked in front of me, of course pigeon toed again. She pouts as a dribble of drool falls down her chin, hits her tits. Then, in some kind of sex bullshit whimper she says. “Ooops.”

I can barely focus my eyes watching her drooling on her tits. She then takes a finger, gathers it up, touches her lips, moans, does a little pout through her lied up lips.

“Why Doctor Jane look what you made me do.”

I don’t know if this kind of outrageous stage craft has worked with other woman and men, but FUCK ME, it’s working with me.

I’m so turned on, (mostly from a life time of denial of my own sexual needs) by all of this freak show that has simply becomes my reality I can’t think straight. Though, in my bent brain it has become a very surreal reality.

It’s all sooo slow, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of her tiny cunt for now she has planted her boot heels wide apart on my Persian rug.

A little pink goes a long way with this ego centric bitch as she sees my eyes welded on her cunt, which I now think is the 10th Wonder of the World.

My cunt is so wet I feel that I just stepped out of my swimming pool. She then smiles at me and slow, real slow, seductive, real, real seductive walks to the edge of my desk. She plants both palms on the desk top, pouts again as a last drop of her saliva Pings on my desk top and she leers at me.

I feel like I’m in one of those Nat Geo flicks, where the Lioness at night with those fucking, predator, glowing yellow eyes has zeroed in on some clueless Gazelle, me being the Gazelle.

I swallow deeply as she then crawls on top of my desk and with her tiny butt tilting to the roof and fingers planted on the teak she begins to crawl toward me.

God bless America, for whatever their putting in their crisps to create the All American Girl, is fucking working. She is, in two single words.

Fucking Stunning.

She is a cheetah, scratching, clawing, drooling, an animal, stretching, spine blistering, an exotic cat with her prey in her eyes, hunting, prowling, towards my terrified lips.

Hip hop, hippity hip hop, she stretches her arms into the air, throws her long mane back, and then begins to dance, on her knees to something she only hears.

I gasp for every rib is cut like piano keys. Swaying to some kind of internal music, her fingers fall down her breasts and loving herself so, she moans from her own touch.

My eyes are brazed on her heaving tummy and I can see what I assume is self-generated cum falling down her inner thighs, from her laser beam cunt. She starts to groan and moan as her hands fall between her legs and she begins masturbating herself.

Her breathing intensifies and her cunt looks drenched as are her fingers as she starts biting her lips and moaning, long hair swaying along her tiny ass.

I guess all she really needed me for was a fan base as I watch in awe as she builds and ramps up to an orgasm loving her own cunt so much.

Fuck, what the hell does she need me for except as a voyeur and a audience for her own ego centric performance.

Caught between my own cerebral and physical orgasm I watch in disbelief as her body tenses, and she slashes her hands between her legs. Moaning, groaning, tweeting, chirping, she then throws her head back, and as her body shudders a prime evil scream erupts from her lips.

Slashing her cunt with her fingers, she then moans, bends at the waist, and with her fingers planted on the desk top, and her hair screaming past her face, she screams as she hammers the desk with her fists as she climaxes.

“OOOOH, NOOOO. FUUUCK YOOOU...OOOH...JANE....”

REALLY.

Did she just have sex with me? And if so, where was I?

Hyperventilating, her head lifts and she clears her now drenched in sweat hair from her face. Unable to blink, she leers at me as if I’m a pizza, probably her favorite food and she hasn’t eaten for a week.

Whipping her wet hair back over her shoulder, she sits in front of me, slender legs in a V dangling off of the desks edge, wet cunt exposed to my eye balls.

Reaching forward like a sweet, fragile child, she wraps her hands around the back of my head. Slowly, me inhaling her warm breath and being from dazed doing so, she draws me in and kisses me tenderly. How long the kiss lasted, I do not know. It was the most erotic kiss I had even experienced.

Her lips were warm, soft, and her tongue literally felt like some kind of velvet constructed magic wand which she used to help me find the very inner core of who I felt myself becoming.

Was I living in a world of absolute denial, of fucking course I was. But blast, I am a female not completely void of fantasy and my own dreams, no matter how outrageous they are.

The kiss ended and, then she did this little bunny hop and flopped on my lap, naked cunt pressed against my own. I suddenly realized that as show time was going on I had hiked my skirt up, dropped my panties and had been masturbating watching her. I felt good about that, I was learning.

With her hands still cupped around my blonde, I felt I could barely find my breath. Drilling holes in my eyeballs with her eyes I felt dizzy as she pressed her lips against my own and crammed her tongue down my throat. Her breath, it smelled like nothing I have ever experienced before.

Grinding on over drive, and her so just real Elle cool, MTV her teacher and hook ups with the foot ball team so real, I felt she was giving me a 2013 lesson on the freedom of sexuality teen girls now practiced, without abandon.

She finished the latest kiss and with fingers feeling like silicone tendrils of love, she them wrapped around the back of my fucking bobble slinky head, winked at me, then more kisses.

I’ve never felt anything like her skin, saliva and sweat.

It felt, I felt, deliciously dirty, filthy, lovely and filled with wanton and maniacal desire.

On my part, not hers.

In the still and few reusable brain cells I had left, I knew that this was her turf as she grabbed my ears, punished my lips into her mouth, sucking the fucking life out of me.

Was this what the taste of after birth was?

She ooops me and, then begins to crawl all over me. I didn’t even know if she knew that I was here, for it was all about her, wasn’t it?

She then digs her fingers between my legs, and not so gently grips my cunt like she owns it, which she does. I groan, as I see a spark of thought in her face. She removes her fingers, brings them to her eyes, sees how wet they are as she purrs at me.

“My, my Doctor Jane. So yummy that.”

She then takes two fingers and puts them in her mouth, and then pulls them out past her ungodly beautiful lips and mischievously winks at me. She smiles, kisses my lips as I groan for I can taste my own cum on her lips.

I want to say something, but am afraid if I use big words, I might ruin the moment. I go to speak, but she shushes me with a finger pressed against my lips as she says.

“Jest a minute Doctor Jane, I have something that will rock your spleen. Don’t go anywhere now.

Off me she rumbles as she walks barefoot to her Dior Clutch resting on my couch.

She digs around her clutch past hundred dollar bills, gold bracelets, a gram of cocaine, condoms, and packs of Bubbleicious bubble gum, turns to me and smiles.

She holds up what appears to me to be a massive black, neoprene dildo.

Then to my utter astonishment, andlLike a fucking rabid kangaroo, she leaps on the desk, lands on her feet in a crouch and swings that minute butt in the air at me.

She then reaches back and I swear death of sex is tattooed on her face as she hands me the dildo, shrieks at me like a banshee.

“Stuff that probe in Kimmy’s ass, please Doctor Jane.” And then she seems to go rabid, as she shrieks at me. “Come on baby, stick that fist in Kimmy’s cunt, what you don’t like Kimmy?” She pouts.

Christ, I almost begin to weep, thinking I’m a bad hostess or something as I suddenly realize she is talking in the 3rd person.

So Lenox, what are you going to do tonight in the fight?

Lenox is gonna knock a hole in the mothta fuckers head. Then Lenox is gonna beat on him til he biatchs out.

Is that right Lenox

Lenox is phat, you bitch ass punk.

Somewhere in my brain my sense of humor kicks in and I see Kimmy interviewed after this fucking contest she is entered in.

So Kimmy, after your beat down, what do you think of the fight?

Radical dude, Kimmy was ALLTHAT. Kimmy is the bump, OMG, Kimmy put some hurt down on that boy.”

I stifle my laughter as once again not wanting to miss a moment of what I am sure is radically going to go down, especially with my screaming cunt.

Geeze, I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but fuck, I’m hyper and so manic leering at that black dildo.

Fuck me, where is my Zoloft when I need it?

Shaking her booty at me and slapping it wildly with the dildo I stare at that magic ring bordering her stunning ass hole. I then see her with her fingers masturbating her cunt, that opening, so pink, so perfect and so fucking wet, I go insane.

I don’t’ want to do the wrong thing, and on complete rote now, I whack the dildo half way into her ass. Her body seems to be electrocuted, for it goes strident, as her hand whips back and holds my dildo hand holding the dildo by the wrist as she gulps for oxygen.

She seems to hesitate for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I assume for courage, she then rams the dildo into her ass, all the way to the hilt.

“OOOOH MY FUUUUCKING GOOOD.” She shrieks.

Glad I made her happy, I watch as her long model finger nails scratch and tear at the sheets, as her head is bowed to her breasts, shimmering agate hair falling to the sheets also.

Frantically, and then to my utter stunned believability, she wildly slaps at my free hand with her hand. Cupping it in her palm, she curls it into a fist, and then guides it crazily to the entrance of her drenched cunt as she stutters out the words.

“Cu...cu...cunt...cunt...ra...ram it in...pleeeeease Mi....Misss Jane.”

Thrilled that the bacchanal heathen actually knows my name, I take aim, whirl my fist around her wet cunt, just to get it lubed up.

3...2...1...Blastoff.

As it did with her silicone ass, my fist sluices easily in and then in one jolt, as she rams back against it, I plunged it deep, all the way to my wrist into her Super Model cunt.

She moaned, groaned and then shrieked as she kept punching her ass back into my fist and my new best friend, Kimmy’s dildo.

As she climaxed over and over, she kept whipping her hair everywhere, sweat droplets hitting my face and glistening in the air. Then, as she tried to capture oxygen, she groaned and shrieked again as she climaxed and it appeared that her spine seemed to crack.

Her entire body began to shudder, and I swore it was shimmering from some internal self generated heat source as her teeth began to chatter, as she began to cry.

Heartbroken, it has always broken easily I watch suddenly as her mood tilted like a Time’s Square junkie coping a meth hit. Like it had a life of its own, her tiny butt slapped into the air, I assume for the world to idolize it. She then slammed again against fist and dildo as she threw her head back and like a wolf, wailed at some kind of imaginary moon nail gunned to my ceiling.

She banged her fists on the desk, and clawed at them and at that moment I suddenly realized why the fucked up bitch got anything she ever wanted. What man or women would ever not want to be a part of such a raw and unhinged experience? There is sex, and then there was this, a depraved and craven experience created by a creature so wild and uninhibited, she made a rabid mongoose seem like a house pet.

I now knew that I would do anything to be a part of her experience, for as stupid and as horrible as she was, she was the most stunning creature, like a dolphin perhaps, God in all of his mistakes had ever created.

There was a reason God had created such beautiful creatures on Earth that like the peacock or the fawn were simply placed among men, because they were beautiful. Perhaps Kimmy was in this ilk, stunning, remarkable of the physicality, but ignorant to the bullets bull’s-eye that in TIME, would steal it all away from her.

“Misss Jane...OOOOOh...right theeere.” Kimmy groaned, bringing me back to her world as she did.

Okay, geese, the tote board needs reconciling.

I can feel my own cum in my mouth and I’m so stitched and fucked up I am not really sure what round we are in and how long this is, in her brain, scheduled to go. No guide book here to find any answers.

Fist in. Fist out in her vagina. Dildo out, dildo in her ass as its dick knob smacks the outer lining of her tummy.

Screams out. Oxygen in. Climax out. Orgasm out.

More screams from Lucifer masquerading as an angel.

I am happy to go along for the ride, and she is so elongated, so fucking exotically beautiful, why she ever thought she would need an education makes suddenly no sense to me at all.

She once had told me that she was going to attend a class on jewelry making at “Sir John’s School of Art” over there on East Algate. I’m glad she never followed up on it, though she is very creative with that wizard’s tongue of hers.

I keep thinking that she must be at some point growing tired, but it is not to be. I am so turned on and amazed as I watch her butt slam back against each thrust of the make believe dick, my fist, I can’t take it, I rip my blouse off.

I’m frantic as my skirt goes next, as I crawl on the table wanting her fist, her dildo too.

I slam her back down flat on the desk and slash her legs out, dildo still stuck in her ass as my mouth explodes along the liquids of her cunt.

Doctor Client privilege shattered.

I can’t breathe, she tastes like rare wine, her body, this noodle of silver, rotating, shimmering, she is moaning, her legs spread wide. She told me that she takes Pilates, that is obvious as I take the dive and deeper into her madness I go.

Heaving, swelling, I eat her like she is lemon meringue pie, my face glimmering with her cum. Her body collides against herself with her Orgasms. It seems to explode, shakes, rattles and rolls as she tilts her eyes at me. Their filled with whimpers, pain, pleasure and depravity.

I see madness in them.

She crawls on top of me, smashes her tits against my tits, rakes her fingers into my blond, rips my face to hers. I see panic, pleasure, complete insanity. I know now why men, woman love her. She is totally and completely a self absorbed, destructive and life altering bitch, clinically insane.

She drips low, off my body, slaps the dildo out of her ass, presses her mouth to my cunt and then my anus. Never asking for permission she blasts the dildo into my-cum lubricated rectum. I go nuts as my body seems to shatter, vibrates and detonates as I scream.

“JEESUUUS....KI...KI...KIMMMMMYYYY....OOOOOOH.....NOOOOO.”

She takes my clit in her teeth, bites, munches, tongue revolving everywhere around it. I scream, beg for God, she is God never to leave me again.

First time in the ass, it’s a special time, my body undulating, as she drives it deep.

I Climax, weep, shriek, yell, beg and wrap my fingers around the back of her head smashing her mouth against my cunt. ORGASM again, thermal nuclear, that fucking dildo is pounding my ass, so wonderful, so painful, so fucking original, I almost feint.

Were covered in sweat, girl dancing on my desk, then it all slows down, real slow. Like she’s just been on a first prom date, the egocentric bitch, the killer of all humans’ desires, lifts that criteria face, smiles, like duh, moves off of my skin, which is burning.

My breath is exploding, eyes crazed and I want a life with her, a future of more of this even though she is an ignorant piece of demonic eye candy.

She sluices off the desk, towers over me, me, laying there, nude, legs spread, me thinking of honeymoon locations, where we can fuck until were dead.

She bends, places her fingers around the dildo and, then gives me a playful, evil look. My tummy is billowing, as she lowers her fist to my cunt, teasing me, she hesitates just there, as she winks at me. I, a fool, wink back at her.

Stares, what is my name?

She rams her fist up to her wrist into my cunt, and in unison the dildo further into my ass. I scream as my body bucks as she elevates my butt from the desk with her muscled arm. My hands keep clawing out for her, wanting more lips, more saliva, she doesn’t even notice. For the next half hour she works me over with the zeal of a Welsh coal miner.

Orgasms, climaxes, orgasms, screams, shrieks, more orgasms, weeping begging and laughing, that was the calliope of noises produced out of my lips during all of it.

Sweet Jane?”

Oh yes, Kimmy...ooooooh yeeeees.”

Then as quickly as it started, it appeared to me that it ended, though I did not know that at the moment.

“Swooosh, swoosh.” Dildo, fist came swooping out of my body.

I could barely trap oxygen as like a female cobra, she flicked at my-cum on her lips, pink tongue tasting it like it was her own venom.

Then, she didn’t even smile as she ruffled her hair, wetted her pinkie finger and did one of those eyebrow sweeps with it. Nonchalantly, she glanced at her Cartier solid gold wristwatch, threw her head back and laughed. I am vulcanized, shattered, I actually loved her, adored her, I could help her get an education.

Remarkably, she then blew me off with a shrug of her eyebrows and her jaded words.

“Thanks Doctor Jane that was a hoot, sale at Sarah McCartney, Kings Row. This has been awesome. You’re so glam, ya want to come along WITH? Fifty percent off.”

She was a total soulless bitch as my heart hung out there for her to demolish it.

I then knew that I had been.

Conned, slammed, banged, thank you mammed.

She dressed, I dressed and I was waiting, naively for the usual lover’s grab bag of lies while I was wondering where the nearest florist was.

As well as lovely wrapped presents with proper bows with a card saying.

I love you Jane, let’s do it again tonight. Let’s do it forever.

But those gifts never came as she did a pirouette on a boot heel and I murmur something of love. She pretended she didn’t hear me, or acknowledge that she did hear me, as I said. “I love you Kimmy.”

She sighed, squinted her forehead and, then flipped me off with a finger, saying.

“Get the fuck over it...What eeeever.”

Fuck I felt daft, an idiot, what was I thinking, for it was always been about her and I was just another prop in her ego centric universe.

I watched as she strutted out the door and slammed it behind her tiny ass. She didn’t even have the class for me to hear fuck you, thank you very much in the echo of her fucking boot heels for me, her doctor queen.

I feel like a broken doll and, then I saw it, her Dior clutch on my couch. I grabbed it and frantically I spewed out my door, looking like in my disheveled clothes as if I had been raped, which in my mind now I had been. Down the hall I went, just as the double wide doors of the elevator closed.

The stairs.

I think, my legs week from so muck fucking. I sprint for the stairs, heels clicking on the tiled floor. I reach the lobby just as she is spiraling out the door. I have her clutch in hand as I race after her.

Moments later I reach the street, green, turning from orange to red at the curb. Kimmey is taking a first step, her clutch in my hands, I see it down the street, yell. “KIMMY, WAIT...STOOOP”.

She pearls around in an attitude, flips me off again, moves across the cross walk.

I scream again, eyes lock, she smirks, gives me the finger as the Fed Ex delivery truck, beating the orange light, detonates into her skinny bod. She becomes airborne, light as air for she is a super model after all, made of skin and bones. I watch in disbelief as she hits the plate glass window of a boutique of chic, slicing her pretty little head from her fashion model neck. Feet hanging out of the manikin’s window, I watch as the bitch, a real manikin undulates, blood everywhere, stoned cold dead.

It takes but a moment for me to comprehend, to get my smiles back. I giggle, look at the Dior clutch, turn on a heel, know just the outfit that it will look stylish with and drop dead chic in.

In the micro moment, I feel smashing actually and I feel pretty damn good that Karma is always a round-a-bout in our lives, and always comes full circle back to us.

I am smiling knowing that even if you’re a fucking super model Icon, sometimes fate and Karma are exactly that, satiated with honesty, truth and even penance if you have been a bad little Super Model and in the end, the bitch got a surreal, honest, and much needed sexed up payback.

Dreaming now of the next girl I will share my body, mind, sweat and cum with, I remember something. I think I will hit up that sale at Sarah McCartney’s, sounds good to me. I need a new smock for my brand new Dior clutch.

After shopping and maybe brunch with a girl I know, I think I know the right place to go. It’s a gay girl bar just there in Soho, one I’ve had my eye on for almost forever.

Whatever.

OMG

I am inwardly giggling, for I am already thinking like her. I am so excited about the new me and with my new confidence intact, I just might hook up with some silver girl and I guess I have Kimmy to thank for that.

I can’t really ask for more, life is not perfect, but it’s getting closer and not I feel like I have a cheery on the top of my new life, I am such a lucky girl.