THE DREAM GIRLS
or
THEY WISH THEY WERE US: A DAY AND NIGHT IN THE LIVES OF TWO TYPICAL INSTAGRAM INFLUENCERS
a short novel in ten parts
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[WARNING: This ten-part story contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, hate speech, elements of non-consent and reluctance, coerced drug use, non-scatological interaction with human feces, and the copious consumption and expelling of various body fluids.]
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Part 3: Ew
5:22 pm
Kim and Jessa laid next to each other in Jessa's rank stuffy bedroom, sweaty, raw and utterly spent from a good, hard fuck and powerful, convulsing orgasms. The stench in the room was potent. Pungent body odor, bitter vomit, bad breath, the tangy musk of soaked, sweaty pussies, the faint metallic essence of silicone lubricant and a hint of ass all became one hanging aroma of pure carnal reek.
After they each took a twenty minute post-fuck catnap, Kim woke up first. She moved Jessa's hand off her tit and rolled over to try to prop herself up. Her legs were not entirely sturdy yet, but she managed to stand up and lean on the wall until they got some strength back.
She left the room and stumbled to the bathroom, where she bent her head into the sink, turned the faucet on and gulped water for almost half a minute. She stared at her glowing face and tits in the mirror over the sink for a while, then flipped her long, silky hair back and forth a few times to practice being hot. Some patches of her hair were wet and matted with sweat and vomit, among other liquids. She smiled a practiced, entrancing smile, held her tits from the bottom, then did some kissing faces, practicing for their pics and vids. That got boring after a little bit, so she scuffled out of the bathroom and into her own bedroom.
In her bedroom, she snapped open one of her luggage cases and extracted a thin package with a provocative picture on the front. She ripped open the package with ease and drew out a long, meshy black thing—a black fishnet bodysuit with a fuckhole built in from the crotch all the way past her asshole. Kim didn't usually wear one while she fucked, but she liked to have her pussy and ass nice and free, just in case.
Kim had first tried on fishnets when she was 12 years old (for Halloween), but she had not made them part of her post-fuck routine until a few years ago. She always had some brand new ones around for when she fucked—fishnets, to Kim, were something to use and lose. She rolled them up, poked her feet into the bottoms and unraveled the rest up over her body, sliding her hands and arms into the sleeves and bringing it all the way up to her neck. There it was—that ultimate cool airy sensation all over her skin, a soothing balm after the physical toll of fucking like Kim fucked.
The suite was calm and hushed. She left her room holding her phone and silently entered Jessa's room, which still stunk badly even with the door open.
She looked at her hot fishnet-covered body in the mirror for a few minutes, posing and pushing out her tits and ass, then snapped a bunch of pics. Jessa lay sprawled on the bed on her stomach like a dead slug.
Kim looked over at Jessa's body. She moved over next to the bed and stood looming over it. For five or six minutes she just stood there looking at it, thinking dark, private thoughts. Things she wished she could do to it.
Black thoughts. Red thoughts. Wet thoughts.
She just stood there, a vacant expression on her face. Staring. Fantasizing.
She brought her phone up and began taking pictures of it. Closeup pictures all over its feet. Its toes. Its knees. Its fingers. Its exposed asshole. Pieces of its skin everywhere.
At some point, after Kim had gotten a pic of every inch of Jessa's body that she could, she left the room. She stepped out and down into the living area and stood there working on her phone.
She posted all the pictures she had just taken on a weird forum she had found where guys printed out the pictures and jerked off on them, then uploaded the pictures of the cummed-on print-outs. The pictures went in a new gallery on her account, 'Pic sesh #96.' Jessa didn't know she did this. It was one of Kim's little secrets.
After she was done with that, she sat down for a while in the big chair with her legs spread wide to watch some gay porn and relax—watching gay porn was another part of her post-fuck thing.
Back in the bedroom, Jessa came around. She kept her eyes shut and searched around the edge of the bed for her phone, but found only puddles of water and slick areas of wet, sticky stuff on the hardwood. She wiped her hands on the sheet and laid there for a few minutes coming out of sleep fog.
When she realized Kim wasn't in the room, she looked up and saw Kim sitting down in the big chair. She called out through her doorway.
"Hey, what time is it or whatever? I can't fucking find my phone. We need to be down there by like 7:30."
Kim took a minute to reply. The frenzied pig sounds of a group of men fucking each other floated across the silence from her phone. She sighed a long, tired sigh, then answered.
"It's 5:48."
Jessa ran through a checklist in her mind, then sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room and found her phone and a gigantic sealed bottle of Evian water.
In the living area, Kim sat watching a porn scene where a hairy, muscly white man was being gangbanged by a group of six big black men with ungodly huge dicks. The white man was being double penetrated, was sucking and jerking some dicks, and was getting his own cock sucked. The men were all grunting and "yeah"-ing at their writhing, meaty fuck pile. Kim entertained the idea of masturbating, but she just didn't have the strength or the willpower. She loved to punish her sore post-fuck pussy by demanding another orgasm from it, but her current exhaustion was too much for all that.
She clicked off her phone, rose up to stretch and yawn, then walked up the steps and went into the kitchen. There, she set about making a pre-mixed smoothie. She opened the freezer door and took out one of their organic smoothie kit cups and threw it across onto the counter, then went tearing through the cabinets to find the blender, leaving doors open and bowls and other kitchen things scattered on the floor and the counter.
Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID.
Rachel.
She clicked to answer and put the phone between her shoulder and her ear.
"What?" she said.
She half-listened to Rachel stutter and bumble on the other end while she yanked the blender out of a lower cabinet and slammed it onto the counter.
"I don't know. No. Not until we're finished snapping pics and shit."
Kim plugged in the blender, ripped open the smoothie kit cup, dumped the multicolored contents into the blender and dropped the empty cup on the floor. Rachel blabbed and blabbed her boring kissass loser bullshit.
Jessa walked into the kitchen doorway holding her phone and her big water bottle, dressed in only a skimpy lavender bikini top and wearing massive Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that covered half of her face. She was popping in before hitting the balcony.
"Ask Stench if she's fucking dirty like I told her."
"How dirty are you for tonight?" Kim asked. She was in front of the refrigerator, about to open it. She turned to relay something to Jessa.
"She hasn't taken a shower in a week or some shit, and she went to the gym twice a day." She listened some more and her eyes went wide. "And she just got her period this morning." Good news for both of them.
Jessa took a swig of her water and walked away towards the balcony, her sign of approval. The door opened, then closed.
"Good," Kim said. Rachel resumed babbling and—
