The whole room smelt of sugar. Every surface was sticky, the floor covered in a thick coating of granulated crystals. Bella was trying to keep clean, her Lolita Bunny Rabbit Maid Dress had cost a small fortune and no way was she going to ruin it the first day of wearing. Bad enough that the soles of her Harajuku high ankle strap shoes were getting covered in the sweet goo just by walking and her white apron was splattered from chest to knees.
The parcel had caused quite a stir when it arrived from the Minky Shop that morning. Her parents were really out of touch, had no idea about fashion, J-pop and definitely not about Tokyo's ever expanding array of maid cafes.
"You are not going to wear that. No daughter of mine is looking like a waitress in a brothel."
Her father was a bastard, a one hundred percent pure West Coast ass who took any opportunity to make Bella and her friends feel stupid or slutty.
"I pay for a good education, give you a good allowance and yet you insist on acting and dressing like a little 'nip' whore. Had enough of them in the air force, little bitches thinking they were too good for me. Not giving me the time of day after all their teasing. Well I showed a few in my time."
Bella looked at her mother and noted that she was shriveling into a dried grape.
"This is all you fault. No discipline. You shouldn't stop me beating her ass like she deserves."
The conversation was much like every other breakfast time, her father was pissed because he had to work, her mother was just hoping he would leave before he became violent and Bella just wanted them both to choke on their cereal and die.
"You can't just beat children anymore dearest, child services would be down on us like a pack of wolves and we don't need that sort of trouble."
"No fucking right. No one can tell me what to do in my own home, Fucking country is going to the dogs. Full of liberals and queers. I work every day to make a difference and every cent I make is given away to damned illegals and lazy good for nothing trash."
This was definitely not going well. Bella eyed the dress and shoes sadly almost certain they would be taken and locked away like so many of her other special things. Then luckily the phone rang.
"Damn it."
Her father reached for the handset. The call could only be for him, no one else was allowed phone privileges while he was at home.
"Yes this is Sheriff Jeffries what's happening?"
Bella took the distraction as a good time to repackage the dress and shoes and slide the box behind the breakfast counter.
"I will be there in twenty minutes. Call the vice squad for me please and get their cooperation with the bust."
Her father slammed the phone back in its cradle and retrieving his service revolver from a kitchen drawer slid it into the black patent leather holster vanity decreed he wear and Bella was obliged to keep spotless.
"They have some damned perverts cornered in a tenement in the slums. Looks like we might be able to off some trash today."
Bella shuddered inwardly. Her father's love of violence hidden by some pretense of justice made her sick to her stomach. She smiled so sweetly to appease him but thought of the times this pretend pervert hater had tried to fuck her school friends.
"Please be careful daddy."
Careful to catch a bullet she added silently.
She listened to the roar of the engine as he started the cruiser. Sure enough the siren was on full volume before he had cleared the driveway.
"Don't imagine I don't know what you're doing young lady."
Her mother finally spoke without prompting for the first time that morning, she never spoke when dad was around unless he spoke first. Bella didn't really understand the dynamics of their relationship just was aware of the stripes and bruises she had seen on her mother's thighs, back and buttocks when she was showering.
"I am trying to survive mom."
The slap caught her unawares and for a second all she could hear was buzzing.
"What did you do that for?"
"Don't pretend you don't have a taste for it Bella. Takes one to know one. He's mine keep your hands and dirty thoughts to yourself."
"He's my father! That's disgusting."
"Never stopped me you fucking little whore. Your granddaddy liked them young too. I catch you near your father I will gut you like a fish."
Bella found Cara at the arcade as arranged. Both girls were supposed to be at school but somehow the enthusiasm for normal education had evaporated since their last joint encounter with Willy Wonka. Something about the hold he had over them was very disturbing, as if reality and common sense just disappeared in His presence. Like a good recreational drug they wanted more and more.
"Wonka said to meet Him at the sweet shop around noon. Says He is working on something special and needs us to try it out."
Cara was plainly really pleased to be privy to this information. She obviously felt like she was the more experienced of the pair and the one that Willy was inclined to favor. Bella knew better. She had seen the way Wonka looked at her and just the memory of that devilish leer was enough to bring her to the point of orgasm. Her mind traveled back to her confrontation with her mother earlier. No way would she ever let her father touch her willingly, it was just sick and wrong, but the thought of an older man's hands on her body excited her beyond any expectation.
"I want Him to fuck my ass sooo bad."
Bella was sorry she had spoken the words almost before they left her mouth. Cara looked at her with all the jealousy and ferocity of feline watching her Tom mount a stray.
"Yours too Cara. Totally want to watch you get ass raped."
Luckily Bella had saved things just in time. Cara blushed deeply and gave the shyest sweet smile.
"Really? You want to watch me?"
Bella smiled back and took careful note. The parameters of her relationship with Cara had suddenly shifted.
"Get me a drink will you Cara dear."
Cara's face flushed with joy and she noticeably shuddered.
"Yes of course Bella. Would you like a cherry coke like always?"
"Please."
Bella watched Cara disappear towards the food court. She wondered if she should do something to change the way things were developing but then quickly decided just to let things be. After all she was getting cherry coke at minimum.
"You and her an item then?"
