Scentless Raunchola

Scentless Raunchola

A dark basement room, beneath Royale's Pizzeria. Where the rats crawl and pipes rust continued damage.

Rays of sunlight shines in through the creeks of an old door. Just outside that withered door, a loud conversation can be heard at faded distance, seems to grow stronger by second. A quick bustle of a forceful entry breaks apart the stuck door from the way, residue of dust shower the air. The light that before were from creeks, now come completely on through breaking darkness that showered the room completely. What is to see is more than just an old dusty and empty room, now to be with clean whiteboard waiting to be written on, and an old-timey metal business desk people used before the internet was heard of.

Gang of five woman with looks of angels sent from Heaven enter the room, one blonde haired, one brunette, one black, one with red hair, and the other with grayness stress to her scalp.

BLONDE our lovely madam, Linda Loveless, name resembles much to retired porn actress, but remind her of it and a rusty blade will be shoved in most man’s testicles of trousers. A calm and collected lesbian she is, and the desire of her wins the hearts of just two of the entire group.

Elizabeth Parker enters second, her hair BROWN and luscious as a silk scarf. Simple, articulate and efficient, a flash of her eyes will leave a person with

a final thought of death with a blow to the head or lust by a hand to the crotch.

Foxy and enough on the back to prove it, our EBONY queen shows the deal even before picking it up. Lisa Brooks has the God-given ability to bring the walk and talk long before getting out the car. Her groovy-ness hangs high above the rest of the clique. None would believe a lesbian couple as her and Linda should work so well, and an interracial romance to pardon.

RED as a nice glass of Merlot on a cool summer day, her pale soft peach scented skin would brighten the admirable taste. Name as mighty as, Rose Hunter, her quietness and low will to uphold of current conversation clouds the fields of a dark mystery of the blush-cheeked fair lady. Yet just beneath that shy exterior she hides a much more cold one at heart, being heartless is just what comes from rejection of any relationship.

By the means of to solve any plans in a swift and cost-effective way, the matured SILVER haired, Doris Vega, churns the mixing pot of all the uniqueness of the mismatched pairs brought into the mustard scent of a room. This one brings much to the plate, course not just scouting areas and locations to operate the business, but to divide up whichever grab on these barrel of conglomerated behaviors earns her a seat on high top.

“– it isn’t even the people when you wake up neither”, says Linda.

Lisa responds, “What do you mean?”

“I mean the people in the morning, the way they are. I’m saying in morning just two of a couple things should exist, you in the bed snoring comfy or the you just about to be ready to hit the hay. No waking up this early should be true.”

“Get the chairs”, Doris says to the waiting rest.

Rose lifts up the chair to walk with it placing it on one side center of the room, while Elizabeth pulls two of the white corroded seats center of the room front of the whiteboard. The foot stands of the seats screech as they are pulled across the dirty gray-tiled floor.

“Yes, I get your point, but you do know that 6 o’clock in the morning is when 10/10 people are

. I’m saying in morning just two of a couple things should exist, you in the bed snoring comfy or the you just about to be ready to hit the hay. No waking up this early should be true.”