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11. On My Way

Lexan POV-

~The Day of the Meeting~

Three shadowy figures gathered around me in my dressing room. Each holding a various platter. The man to my left held a golden platter with my lingerie. A dwarf in the middle held a shot of tequila on a petite tray. The final transvestite to my right held a rainbow tray with the exact phone from Power Puff Girls in the center. When you are as busy as me answering phones, getting dressed or even carrying your own stuff are mundane tasks.

Two of the hottest slaves or more like sexual bitches descended upon me to dress me for the happenings of tonight. Just as I slipt out of my robe the phone rang and my phone boy answered it. His face was bored and broad. Like Frankenstein on adderall.

“If it isn’t Tim or Paige hang up,” I shooed at the phone as the short blonde slave tightened my purple lace corset.

“But she said it was important,” The man-boy thrusted the handset towards me.

“Obviously, it is important! I’m Lexan,” I pressed the phone to my ear. “Speak bitch.”

A throaty, tired voice poured from the other end with a message, “Meet me at Pop & Lock tonight or suffer the consequences.”

“Are you threatening me?” A short laugh from my lips as the line went dead. That bitch hung up on me. My dressing slaves soon dressed me in the leather trench coat and boots. With a snap of my fingers the tip-toed towards their cages in the corner.

“We are going to Pop & Lock tonight instead of Blow Up Doll.” I clapped at my three men who began to lead the way to my pink helicopter. “Ain’t no bitch gonna try to come at me. Without thinking I’m on my way!” A large pink lemonade sat in the promenade of my dead mother's estate. Speaking of corpses, I knew the throaty lozenge begging voice belonged to none other than Fanny Pack Allie, my centuries old sister. The diamond encrusted propellor on my helicopter began to spin. The helicopter swiftly lifted off of the ground.

When we were younger my mother raised the seven of us to follow in her footsteps. Not all of us had what it took. Being the exact middle child of seven, I was supposed to be the black sheep the unloved one. But I wasn’t. I was given the best place in the world. My mother taught me to get what I want no matter what it takes. Never in my life have I accepted no for an answer. Challenges,hoops, and stupid little problems never phased me. Because I was the queen of queens. The best bitch to ever live.

Once we suspended above the Pop & Lock club. A tiny man dropped my rope ladder out the window and allowed me to climb down to the peasants awaiting me below. I slowly descended down the ladder. Cheers filled my ears. I never had to tell these whores where I was because they followed me from miles away. Once I stepped onto the plain grey asphalt, I scoffed at the lack of a greeting. If a whore in a bumbag expected me somewhere she could have laid down at least a red carpet. Damn peasant. To think that she is my sister.

Speaking of family I saw them. All seven of my penniless, pussy-ass siblings waiting around outside of the club. Realizing that there is no turning back I strutted towards them. They casted me mixed looks of awe and disgust. Oh well fuck them. To bad mother loved me most. But everyone loves me.

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A/N:

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