"ONE DAY! ONE FUCKING DAY!!" Laura screams as she paces back and forth. "You cock crazed cunts couldn't keep yourselves collected for TWENTY FUCKING FOUR HOURS without playing dunk the dickhead!"
"It was all Sabrina! I did my job! She's the o-" Laura smacks Malory across the face.
"You wanna go back on the waiting list?!" Laura threatens.
"No, please! I can't sit around waiting to serve again!" Malory's nearly in tears as she drops to her knees. She wraps her arms around Laura's legs.
"Technically it was just over a day." Sharron plainly states.
"Get up! I fucking hate beggars." She turns to Sabrina who immediately puts her head down upon eye contact. "And YOU. Just had to get an early taste test, didn't ya?" She says as she shakes Malory off her.
"It was just-" Laura grabs her cheeks and forces Sabrina to look at her.
"It was just my target!" Laura pushes Sabrina back. "It was all going so well. We caught a big, handsome new man. Brought him in, messed with him a bit, cleaned him up. All you idiots had to do was keep him comfy and distracted until the collar finished analyzing and he'd eaten enough food but NO! YOU had to binge on beer and whiskey before you even met the fucker!" Laura says accusingly as she points at Sabrina.
"I tracked him for over a month! I couldn't wait any longer!" Sabrina whines.
"Thermal trackers, night vision, geographic imaging, live footage from orbital satellites, sleep gas, fucking STEALTH SUITS and your team STILL took a month to track one man! Armed with nothing but a damn sword!"
"We were closing in just fine until he reached an abandoned launch site. He grabbed every thermal blanket he could! Then we reached an old army dugout. Satellite imaging was useless when he's underground! I mean DEEP underground! We almost had him trapped in a tunnel but he had flash grenades. Our night vision fucked us! We only managed to find him again after something tore his last blanket. Then we found some thugs torn to shreds, one had his fucking head popped. He scrounged plenty more than a rusty knife." Sabrina irritatingly claims.
"Oh, you poor little pussy. Did you suck down one too many BEFORE the mission too!? You can fucking teleport, bitch!" Laura shouts as she smacks Sabrina upside the head.
"You know that's not how it works! I gotta mentally project the environment as I traverse through space! Lotta good it does when you don't know where the hell your target is! I did use it to get behind him a couple times. The first time I used the sleep gas but he darted under and flipped me into it! The second time he had fucking nails and spikes super glued to a blanket on his back. When I popped in behind him he nearly swissed me. The guy's a survivor." Sabrina states with near admiration.
"When I want your excuses I'll give em to you!" Laura yells with a huff. She sits at her desk. "I'm willing to be a bit lenient, only because you got him to the potluck. Reports say he ate about three tables worth. That should speed things along nicely." Suddenly Laura's office doors swing open. A tall, thin, white woman with absurdly long, straight blonde hair stands at the middle of the entrance. She wears a flowing white summer dress that ends around her mid thigh. It has a slip down her chest, gold lining across the bottom and small gemstones implanted in each of the bottom's curves. Walking with purpose, the woman approaches and slams her hand on Laura's desk.
"Where is he?" She commands.
"Gonna have to be way more specific, Lucille." Laura smugly states as she pulls her legs up on her desk, pushing Lucille's hand off.
"You know who. Don't be a smartass. Your new man just got in, we all got the report." Lucille sits on the desk and leans in. "I've got five hunks, all hung and totally submissive." She snaps her fingers and several guards holding a chain gang of five nearly naked, muscular men line up at the entrance. Laura glazes over them from her desk.
"Not really into submissive men." She states, sounding increasingly bored.
"Not enough? Then how about a new mommy to replace this piece of Egyptian history?" Once again Lucille snaps her fingers and a very busty young woman steps into her office. Laura looks at her potential new playmate, then over to Sharron.
"I wouldn't replace Sharron if you handed me the secret to immortality." Laura states with absolute confidence. Sharron looks on, a slight grin crosses her face.
"Fine! An entire studio's worth of stri-"
"He's not up for trade!" Laura sharply shouts. "No matter what I will NEVER let you do to him what you did to your last trade!" Lucille's eyes squint.
"He had it coming." She says coldly.
"For what? Forgetting some arbitrary little detail you made up in that demented little head of yours?! For not being exactly what you wanted all the time? What was it? Didn't give you your mandatory twenty-eighth kiss of the day? Forgot to hand wash your piss stained drawers? Didn't call you for the fifth time that day? Glanced at another woman? Thought for himself?" Laura stands as she lists with increasing rage. "Then what'd ya do with em? Locked him in a box, feeding him shitty porridge through a tube in pitch black until he was nothing but a gibbering blob, unable to even speak to another person! Fuck you, Lucille! Get the fuck outta my office!!" Malory and Sabrina look at each other.
"Maybe Laura's not so bad." Malory whispers with gratitude. Sabrina nods in agreement. Lucille's face turns red, her cool demeanor melted. She looks down at the pint sized preacher, fists clenched.
"You! YOU!!" She raises her fist, then snaps her fingers yet again. The entourage heads out. "I'll be back." She states, still hot. As she steps out she snaps one more time. Two of her guards slam the doors shut. Laura sits, red as a tomato. Malory and Sabrina breathe a long sigh of relief. Sharron steps over to them.
"Don't think we forgot about you two. Breanne will handle you." The pair both shoot up straight.
"Prickish little pipsqueak! Who the hell does she think she is?! No one rejects me for long!" Lucille angrily mumbles to herself, biting her lip as she spearheads her entourage downstairs. As she turns the last corner before the main entrance she smacks into someone. She stumbles back. "Hey, asshole! Watch where yo-" Running her eyes up his beefy legs, solid six pack , hairy chest and stubbled face Lucille freezes. "Of all the luck!" She thinks to herself. "Oh, pardon my clumsiness. I really should watch where I'm going." She walks up to Jacob, wraps her hand under his jaw and takes a good, hard look.
"It doesn't come off." He says with mild irritation.
"Certainly not. Seems even the lion you slaughtered couldn't peel your ruggedly handsome face apart." Lucille flirtingly says as she runs her hand up Jacob's cheek. "You must be quite the hardened warrior, carrying scars all over your body. Each one must have quite a tale to tell." She says as she leans in close.
"You work here, then?" Jacob asks.
"Indeed I do. Read your entire report. A shame the king of the jungle tore your last blanket apart. Oh, silly me, you're the new king now."
"A caged king." Jacob says with disgust.
