Gamer Girls

I was feeling inspired by my muse PVC Bondage Girl.  So please enjoy my latest work.  It’s totally original.  If people like it, I might turn it into a comic book or a movie or maybe even a video game.  I have a lot of ideas for this.  So yeah, Happy Easter.  Christ is risen.

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Mads put her dog collar on.  “Do I want the leather bustier or the PVC bustier today?”, she mused.  “Better go with the PVC.  It’s more forgiving.”  Mads knows that she shouldn’t obsess over her weight but she can’t help it.  She blames societal pressure.

“You’re going to be late for work, Madison!  Get your ass in gear!”  It was Mads’ mother, yelling, from the sofa.  She’s the only person who still calls her “Madison”.  

“Nobody cares, mother”, Mads yelled back.

“I got a text from Mr Walden last week about this shit.  He said that you better shape up or he’s going to fire you.”

“Nate was just joking, mother.  He’s not going to fire anyone.  Who is he going to replace us with anyway?  Nobody wants to work there.”

Nate Walden is Mads’ manager down at the cinema.  

There was a chill in the air on this March afternoon in rural Pennsylvania.  Spring had not yet arrived.  It was already dark out when Mads left for work.  She likes working nights.  Ever since she became a goth in the 10th grade, she liked pretending that she’s a vampire who can only come out at night.  She knows that it’s silly for a 25 year old woman to still have these thoughts but she figures that there’s no age limit on imagination.  

She likes to visualize how she would dispose of her victims.  Could be anyone.  Somebody who cuts her off in traffic, her overbearing mother, that creep who kept “accidentally” brushing against her butt while she was in line at McDonalds.  She’d be feasting on all of their blood if she was a vampire.

But alas, we have to get back to reality.  Back to the crushing hell that is working at the only cinema in town.

It’s a single screen cinema.  There was talk about buying the Rite Aid next door to make space for another screen but then covid hit and the business just wasn’t there any more.  People didn’t want to sit in a cinema any more.  People didn’t want to do much of anything any more.  Everyone is infected.  Everyone is afraid of everyone else.

Mads enjoyed the social isolation for the first few months.  She’d been practicing since she was a child.  But as the years went on, with new variants every other month, she began to see how it affected her.  It affected her career progression, it affected her social life.  These are the years that she should have been trying different jobs out and different men out to see what she likes.  But this was all taken from her.  And for what?  Some guy in China gets a cold so we have to shut the world down.

“You’re late, Mads”.

“Fuck off, Nate.  And stop texting my mother.”

“That’s Mr Walden to you.  And I’m giving you two demerits for the potty mouth.”  Nate pantomimed writing Mads up in his invisible ledger.

They’re showing a children’s film tonight, which always brings in Mads’ least favorite clientele: happy families.  Mads resents seeing these spoiled children and their doting parents.  “Cheesecakes”, she calls them, because they’re rich and white.  Mads shares their ethnicity but not their wealth.

“That’s an interesting outfit”, says one woman as her two rambunctious progeny run around.  Mads knew where this was going.

“Thank you, ma’am.  How many tickets would you like?”

“One adult and two children.  But do you think that’s really appropriate?  The bustier and…you know..”

“Would you like to speak to the manager?”

“No, no.  That won’t be necessary.”

Just then, Nate arrived.  Complaints about Mads’ work attire had become so frequent that Mads and Nate had worked out something of a routine.

“Is there a problem here, ma’am?” asked Nate, in his most managerial voice.

“No.  I was just talking to this young lady and…well…there are children here.”

“Yes, I can see that”, said Nate.

“And…” and the woman just stared at Mads, incredulous that she needed to explain anything further.  

“I stand behind my employees and what they choose to wear.  Now would you like to see a movie today or not?”

Nate was certainly very permissive when it came to what his employees wore, particularly when the employees were female and dressed provocatively.  Mads knew all of this and took advantage.  She knew that Nate was just a horny old man and if dressing like a dominatrix meant that she could sell tickets all day instead of sweeping the floors and scrubbing the toilets, that’s what she was going to do.

At midnight, the final movie of the day was over.  Everyone started filing out of the cinema.  It had been a long day for Mads.  She had no breaks, not even for lunch.  Nate doesn’t give anyone breaks but there are downtimes during the day and Nate considers that to be a suitable replacement for a break.  Mads, never having worked anywhere else, didn’t see a problem with this.

As an obese man performed the final cleaning for the night, Nate asked Mads if she wanted to help him with his Youtube video.  Nate makes videos on Youtube, ostensibly about reviewing movies but mostly about his terrible movie ideas, his struggles with mental health, and how much he misses his ex-girlfriend.  Mads humors him, lest she be the one operating the wet-dry vac.

As Mads listened to Nate drone on about his latest hair-brained movie idea, she had an epiphany.  Fifteen years ago, Nate was where she was.  He was a 25 year old loser working in a cinema in his hometown.  He probably had a 40 year old manager of his own who would talk about his unfulfilled dreams.  

How could she break the cycle?  Is it inevitable?  Has it been pre-ordained that she must work in a shitty job in her shitty hometown for the rest of her shitty life?  

With the video over, she got in her car and began her drive home.  She couldn’t stop thinking about the cycle of life as it pertains to movie theater employment.  What was Nate’s manager like?  What is he doing now?  What about the manager of Nate’s manager?  How far back does this go?

She retreated to her vampire fantasy.  “If I was a vampire, I’d have all the time in the world to figure out what I want to do with my life.”  But then she imagined that she would just work in a movie theater for all eternity.  She’d see generation after generation of Nate Waldens.  Ambition, delusion, failure.  The cycle repeat a thousand times.  

Mads decided to stop at the town cemetery.  A late night walk through the cemetery always cheered her up.

“These new gravestones just don’t do it for me . No character.”  So Mads ventured to the old part of the cemetery.

“Aw, here we go.  Lydia Detweiller.  1915 to 1963.  Elamina Konsalik. 1897 to 1939.  Anna Clemmer.  1874 to 1923.”

Some of the gravestones were of children who died shortly after birth.  Others were so weathered that the names or the dates were no longer legible.  

Mads noticed a figure in the distance.  As she approached, she realizes that it was actually two people.  One was kneeling in front of the other.  Without thinking, she continued forward.

When the standing figure noticed her, it ran away.  The kneeling figure began to laugh.  

Thinking that something was amiss, Mads walked over to this kneeling figure.  It was a top-heavy woman wearing a red corset and a skirt that went down to her ankles.  

“Are you alright?” Mads asked?

“Of course.”

The woman picked up her parasol and stood up.

Mads couldn’t make sense of any of this.  “Was she…was she giving that guy a blowjob?  And what is this outfit?”

“I’m Sallie” 

“Oh.  Umm…I’m Mads.  Hi.”

“Do you often come here?”

“Yeah, sometimes.  I like to walk around and look at the headstones.  It helps me clear my mind.”  

“I’m much the same.”

Mads couldn’t place Sallie’s accent.  “Are you from around here?”

“Yes.  I’ve always been here”, Sallie replied.  “Would you like to join me for a walk?”

Mads agreed.

As they walked through the cemetery, it was clear that Sallie was a real cemetery enthusiast.  She knew the different types of stone used for the various headstones, she knew where all of the cool-looking mausoleums were, and she could even give stories about some of the people who were buried here.  

“How do you know all of this stuff?” an impressed Mads asked.

“I told you.  I’m always here.”

“I really like your outfit.  Is it some sort of cosplay?”

“Cosplay?  No.”

“Goth?”

Sallie just ignored Mads.

“My manager is up ahead”, said Sallie.  “Right past this hedge.”

“Manager?”

“Yeah, I work in the nickelodeon.”

“You mean the movie theater?  I work there too.  I’ve never seen you there.”

“Don’t be daft.  I was just there.  They’re showing The Seashell and the Clergyman.  It was a sold out show.”

Mads was becoming angry.  “No they’re not.  They’re showing Sonic the Hedgehog 2.  And there were five people in there.  Who are you?”

“I told you already.  Here we are.”

They were at a small section of the cemetery fenced off by a hedge.  A solitary figure approached.

“You’re late, Sallie.”

“Bejabbers, Sylvanus.  I brought a friend.”

The figure, presumably Sylvanus, started writing in his invisible ledger.

Mads’ eyes widened.  “What is this place?”

She saw about eight women in bondage gear servicing at least twice as many men.  

“This is the Abode of Impossible Dreams.  How is the picture coming along, Sylvanus?”

“Just fine.  I’m reshooting some scenes because of this auburn-haired dame who doesn’t talk to me any more and then it will be ready.”

“Tell our friend what it’s about”, said Sallie.

“Well, it’s basically He Who Gets Slapped but with bubs and hatchet men.”

Sallie grabbed Mads’ hand and pushed past Sylvanus.  Suddenly Mads was right in the middle of the action.  All around her were stacked strumpets in vintage bondage gear servicing one, two, and sometimes three men at a time.  Some pale, bulbous tits were restrained by their owner’s corsets while others were free to bounce as the spirit moved them, held in place only by a body harness.  

“What the fuck is all of this?”, Mads enquired.  “You said that you worked at a movie theater.  What does any of this have to do with a movie theater?”

“The cinema is where I work in the evenings.  But it doesn’t pay very much, does it  So this is our overnight job.  Sylvanus takes good care of us.  All we have to do is listen to his awful film ideas and have sex with every lowlife in town.  It’s not so bad.  Beatrice has been with us for 40 years.  How do you like it here, Beatrice?”

Beatrice momentarily takes a penis out of her mouth.  “I’ve got no complaints” and she resumes her fellatio.

 “Ethel has been here since 1945.  Or is it 1944?  Ethel?”

But Ethel is too engrossed by the man fucking her massive tits while she gives him a rimjob.

“Well, it doesn’t much matter” says Sallie.  “And Barbara has been here the longest.  Coming up on a full century.  We’re going to throw her a little party.  Isn’t that right, Barbara?”

Barbara smiles and gives a thumbs up just as her suitor pulls out of her ass and shoots a huge load in her face.  

“See?  So let’s get you started.  You’re already dressed for this kind of work.”

Mads’ survival instincts suddenly kick in.  She bites Sallie on the neck and uppercuts her left tit, knocking her in the face.  Sallie screams, “You jingle-brained harlot!” as Mads pushes through the crowd of nude and semi nude bodies and runs out of the cemetery bordello.  

She turns around to see enraged, jumbo-breasted zombies, baying for her blood.  Following closely behind are the johns, with their still erect penises knocking to and fro.  

Mads reaches her car, jumps in, and speeds off.  In her rear view mirror she sees the furious mob at the cemetery gate.  Sylvanus is chanting some kind of incantation.

She arrives at her home and falls asleep as soon as she hits her bed.

It’s 3:00 pm and Mads hears her mother calling.  “You’re going to be late for work, Madison.  Get your ass in gear.”

Mads gets up, walks over to her mother laying on the couch, turns off The People’s Court, and says, “I won’t be going to work today.  I’m not going to waste my life listening to some blowhard talk about his idiotic movie ideas.  And then becoming that blowhard.  And then turning tricks in the cemetery for all eternity.”

Mads’ mother says, “Wait…what?” but Mads continues.

“I’ve come to realize that it’s not a lack of time that’s the problem.  It’s a lack of effort.  I can’t just sit here in this Podunk town, doing a shitty job, and expect things to magically happen.  I have to shake things up.  I have to take control of my life.”

“What are you talking about, Madison?”

“I’m going to travel this great land of ours looking for cool, interesting, fulfilling jobs.  New York, Houston, San Francisco, wherever I want to go.  Maybe I’ll even go abroad.  The opportunities are out there.  I just need to look.”

“But what if you don’t find a job?  What if you end up living on the street?”

“Then at least I can say that I tried.  And even if I end up moving back here, that’s okay.  Maybe I’ll find a husband.  Maybe I’ll have children.  And that’s a good life too.  But Nate Walden can take his shitty job and his shitty movie ideas and shove them right up his ass.”

THE END

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