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Her name was Sylvia. Seventeen, like Mickey. She had abusive parents and a big, jiggly ass with matching tits. Perfectly fucked up and fat, he would say. He used to watch her walking home from school in her high wasted leggings and knotted crop tops, clearly unashamed and proud of those sweet rolls and thunder thighs she was blessed with. He wanted to grab and kneed at them and smack that fat ass till his handprint was permanently imbedded in it. She had that darker-turquoise, wavy mermaid hair, usually donning a black beanie and filled in eyebrows to die for with her red lipstick. They smoked the same cigarettes and she drank beer from a tall can. Sometimes he’d see her walking to class in the morning, wearing dark shades to mask a retched hangover and she’d be quickly pouring something from her pink flask into a can of Arizona Mucho Mango tea.
"Yo, can I bum one off ya?" Mickey asked, leaning against the chain link fence as they both waited for the city bus. It was the first thing he’d ever said to her.
She didn’t say anything as she shook her smoke pack till the tip of one cigarette started to slide out a bit. She held the pack out to him. Mickey bent forward and pulled it from the pack with his teeth. She didn’t let on how sly and sexy it was, which of course was his intention.
"Got a light?" He nodded through the cigarette.
"Well shit, you sure came prepared." She pulled a plain silver zippo lighter from her lilac lace bra cup and flipped it open. She switched it on and held it out for Mickey to lean into and light his cigarette. The fact she had a zippo was enough to get Mickey’s dick hard.
"You live around here." It wasn’t a question. Mickey took a drag from his smoke and leaned back against the fence again.
"So do you. Any other obvious shit you’d like to point out?" This girl was an icy bitch, Mickey thought; it only made him want her more.
"Band?" Mickey exhaled his lungful of smoke, nodding toward Sylvia’s t shirt she’d opened the neckline of into an off the shoulder top and cut the sleeves from. It had a screen-print of an 80’s Madonna with a ‘fuck me’ stare, and a bruised bloodied swollen-shut eye. Underneath were the words: ‘CRYSTAL CASTLES.’
Sylvia nodded, having another puff off her cigarette. She turned around momentarily to see if the bus was heading their way yet; it wasn’t. “Christ, fuckin’ bus driver’s always late. Prob’ly too busy rapin’ puppies in his fuck dungeon. Creep.” That made Mickey laugh through his cigarette and smile.
"Where you goin,’ anyway?"
"Home." Sylvia held the cigarette between her lips and reached into her bra to readjust and plump her tits in them. Mickey was jealous she got to feel her own nipples in her palms and he couldn’t. He wanted them in his mouth between his teeth.
"Your dad do that to you?" Mickey pointed to a bruise wrapping around arm in the shape of a curled hand.
Sylvia pushed down the sleeve of her knitted black cardigan over the bruise.
"I hear shit."
"Get your fuckin’ ears checked then." She rolled her eyes and looked away, brushing her fringe away from her face. The bus finally rolled up. Sylvia pulled a buck-sixty from her knock off doc marten black boot. She stepped onto the bus and placed her money in the machine. As she turned to head to her seat, the bus driver reached and cupped her ass cheek in his hand, licking his cracked lips.
"Woah, fucker-" Mickey stepped in but was cut off by a switch blade aimed at his throat by Sylvia.
"I can fight my own battles, dickhead." She turned to the driver. She seductively trailed the tip of the knife from his heart to his crotch, getting close to his ear. "You ever grab my ass like that again, I will cut off you dick and fuck your mother with it while you watch and bleed to death. Got me?"
The guy was pissing himself, shakily moving to open the door. “Get the fuck off my bus, both o’ya.”
"Shit…" Mickey groaned at how he was gonna have walk back to his place. They stepped off the bus together and he flipped off the bus as it rolled away.
"Come with me," Sylvia said bluntly as she began walking down the street.
"What for?" Mickey followed.
"Well I feel like shit for getting you kicked off the bus," she rolled her eyes and sighed at her own conscience. "Come back to my place. I got great weed. I’ll smoke ya out."
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Sylvia’s house was slightly less trashy than Mickey’s, so naturally he felt like he was in a mansion.
"Got any beer?" Mickey asked as he looked around.
Sylvia went to the fridge and pulled out two cans of Old Style. She handed one to Mickey and cracked her’s open, slurping down half and belching louder than Mickey had in a while. “Weed’s in my room. You like bongs, bowls or joints?”
Mickey shrugged. “Don’t care. You?”
"Just got a new bong from Charlie’s." Sylvia led him to her room. He sat on the bed and watched her turn on her stereo.
"This that band from your shirt?"
"Nah, this is Purity Ring. Love them." Mickey nodded, giving the Sun Glitters remix of ‘Ungirthed’ a listen. It definitely put in him in the mood to smoke. Sylvia pulled her bong off her nightstand. It was straight with a pink-to-purple gradient from top to bottom. She sat next to Mickey with the bong between her knees, grabbing her bag of weed and her grinder. She ground a small amount fine and spilled it onto a piece of paper then poured it into the bowl of the pipe, packing it in. She picked up another lighter from her nightstand and handed both it and the bong to Mickey. “You can do the honors.”
Mickey let the top edge of the bong curl over his lips and held his thumb over the carb as he sparked up the lighter and put it to the filled bowl. Sylvia bit her lip as watched, not even hiding how turned on she got watching hot guys use paraphernalia. Mickey let the bong fill with smoke before releasing his thumb from the carb and taking it all into his lungs. He lifted his head to the ceiling and slowly let the thick cloud flow from his mouth with his eyes closed. “Damn, that shit is good,” Mickey admitted. He handed Sylvia the bong and she followed him with an equally deep hit, glancing sideways at him as she exhaled.
They took turns hitting the bong and talking about random neighborhood nonsense: who was knocked up and who was in jail, who’s dad’s were the most racist and who was selling the best drugs.
"How you get your hair like that?" Mickey asked lazily through lidded eyes, admiring the turquoise tint on Sylvia’s head.
Sylvia exhaled a thick puff of smoke. “Gotta bleach it like three times then put this shit on it that turns it white and then leave the dye on for a while.” She brushed her hair behind her ears, revealing her lobes stretched over beautiful dark purple, sparkly plugs.
Mickey reached and brushed his fingertips along the curve of her multi-pierced ear. “That hurt?”
Sylvia didn’t move away when she noticed that Mickey was sitting closer now, fixated on her ears. “Nah, it felt kinda good actually.”
Mickey smirked. “You like pain?”
Sylvia took another hit and spoke through her held breath. “Fakir Musafar once said, “there is no such thing as pain, only intense physical sensation.” I like that sensation to be intense enough that I don’t notice anything else.”
No one had ever been so honest with Mickey before. He liked it. The girl was deep and put out and he felt kind of privileged to be hanging out with her. “What don’t you wanna notice?”
"Hmm. Well, my mom’s a drunk who hasn’t left her bed in days, my dad just went to jail again last night so I now I gotta start blowing the landlord again so we can stay here, my brother hung himself last summer when my pops found out he was gay and beat the shit out of him, and I have no future." She took another hit. "But it’s all good…"
"Sure you’re good at somethin’."
Sylvia shrugged, breathing out more smoke. “Guys down at Charlie’s say I have the body for BBW porn…”
"What’s that?"
"Big Beautiful Woman. Ya know, fat chicks…?"
"Mmm, yeah… I know. Didn’t think it had a name tho." Sylvia nearly blushed at how Mickey looked her up and down, definitely agreeing she’d be perfect for the job. "You ever consider it?"
"I guess. I like sex enough and if I can make money without having to starve myself or workout all the time, why not."
"Sounds like a sweet gig. You good at givin’ head and stuff?" Mickey was hesitant, unsure if that would pissed her off.
"Sure. Done it enough."
"You a slut?" Mickey laughed. He meant it like he was turned on but Sylvia just looked pissed off. She got up from the bed and moved to stand between his legs. Her sexuality beaming from her milky skin was almost threatening, like she could make you jizz a fountain, force you to drown in it and laugh about it.
She took the bong and set it on the nightstand. She leaned down close enough to gently lick Mickey’s top lip once. “So… if a guy bangs a lot of chicks, he’s a fuckin’ boss, right? But if I do it, I’m just some skank?” She looked disgusted. Mickey swallowed nervously, remembering the bus driver. “You pigs with your chauvinistic minds and your need to stick your dicks into everything and fill every woman you fuck with white loads of patriarchal bullshit are in for a rude awakening, shithead. If I wanna play with my pussy and have it fucked by an entire baseball team, that’s none of your goddamn business. Got me?” Mickey swallowed again, nodding hurriedly. Sylvia got up and stepped back. “Get the fuck outta my house. I gotta go ‘pay my rent.’”