The Stripper Alliance

Chapter 7

I get on a bus. The bus driver forces me to put on clothing, before I can get on the bus. I take my two quarters and paste them over my nipples. I hold a dollar over my other woman part. I look at her and hand her a dollar from my handbag, which has all of my money and clothes. She closes the doors and coldly hisses, “Take a seat.”

I sit down at the back of the bus. I have no intentions of putting actual clothing on until I get home. Then I notice a scruffy, female hobo staring at me, like fat girls on cake. I shoo her away, because I know I am too good for a low-maintenance hobo.

She gets up and sits in my lap. With a very low voice she says, “Hey, sexy! Want to come back to my street corner and have sex?”

I am starting to hyperventilate and sweat trickles down my face as she continues to assault me. All I can do at this point is scream. The bus driver notices what is happening and slams on the brakes. She starts to approach us. I don’t know what to do. I panic. I place the quarters between my knuckles and punch her right under her breasts. She falls to the ground, gasping for air. The bus driver looks at me and she has a stunned expression. In a reassuring tone I say, “Nothing will happen. She just has the wind knocked out of her.”

The bus driver returns to her seat and I sigh. The hobo is still staring at me with a creepy expression on her face. I decide that it is time to put my clothes back on. The hobo frowns at me when I am full clothed. She crawls back to her seat and retrieves her things, then moves up a couple of seats.

I start digging through my purse and in the midst of a pile of bills I see a white note. I open it and read it.

I saw your show

Dear sweet Onyx

I am hooked to you

Like a kid on Phonics. ~Secret Admirer

I fold the note back up, and shove it deep in to the bottom of my purse. I rub my aching forehead and pull out some Aspirin. I read the recommended amount, which is two tablets and I quickly down four tablets. My mind starts to go into a distant place. Soon I am daydreaming.

A cold wind brushes against my bare naked body. I am locked in some kind of sadistic, medieval torture room. I open my mouth and all that comes out is a shadow. It lingers in front of me and the longer it stays there, the more of a human it becomes. It starts to shape shift into the form of a human man and then its physical characteristics start to appear. It looks identical to the man who raped me. As a matter of face, it is the man who raped me, and he is contacting me in spirit. I try to scream and another shadow escapes from my mouth. It starts to take on the form of a weapon, a butcher knife to be exact. The man snatches it from its state of floating in midair.

He puts the knife in his mouth and perfectly swipes it across his tongue, cutting it into two symmetrical pieces. He removes the knife from his mouth, and I watch as his tongue magically sews itself back together. He takes the knife and rubs the dull part against his stomach. He sadistically grins and maniacal laughter starts pierces my ears. He takes the knife and slashes the ropes that are holding my feet to the board. Then he flawlessly cuts the ropes that are holding my hands. I try to move, but my body is stuck in a state of paralysis. I am stuck.

He takes the knife and runs it across my throat. Nothing happens. A state of relief overcomes me, but then he spins around and pushes the knife into the side of my neck. He continues until the knife escapes my neck on the other side. In response my head falls off. In synchronized silence my body and head both drop to the floor. I watch lifelessly as my body turns a pale color and then deteriorates into dust and then into nothing. Then my head turns to dust.

“Hey!” The bus driver yells.

I look around and realize it’s my stop. I apologize as I get off the bus and step into the quiet, cold night.