Chapter 12 - Raging Pussies
Tiffany was furious. Her eyes blazed. She screamed at Mary as the powerful
speedboat carried them and Mary's mercenary muscle away from the Yakuza yacht
and back to dry land.
"You can't let her go! She cut off my ears! I want her chopped into tiny
fucking bits and fed to the sharks! That's what she was going to do to us! She's
a bitch from hell. Burn her face! Ram a red-hot poker up her ass! Break every
fucking, goddam bone in her body! Shatter her teeth! Gouge out her eyes! Rip out
her guts! I want that bitch dead, dead, dead!!"
Joy nodded vehemently. Her mouth was swollen and she was having difficulty
speaking, but she endorsed Tiffany's sentiments one hundred percent.
Mary was accustomed to rich brats pulling tantrums. The display of rich
bitch temper left her unfazed. Privately, she thought that Tiffany was right. As
a lawyer, however, she saw herself as a realist, both feet planted firmly on the
ground, a deal-maker who dealt in what was possible, not in what were, to her,
abstract and unrealizable concepts of justice.
"Look! You're lucky to get away! It was your stepmother's fault. The 'bitch
from hell' is going to fry her and her friend Bobbi into oblivion. They're the
ones who are going to get chopped up and fed to the sharks! It's what they
deserve! They are the true culprits! I've made a deal, the only deal possible!
Miki will send me the tapes. We'll get some popcorn and watch them scream and
get snuffed hard. It must be kept out of the papers and away from the police. If
the Yakuza come after us, we'll all be screaming on our way to becoming shark
food! I've made a deal with them, but you fuck it and yourselves if you go to
the cops! I know a discreet doctor with a private clinic. He'll look after you."
She continued hammering this home until they understood. Mary made a point
that was key from her bull-dyke perspective.
"Your father was a fine, hard-working businessman before that gold-digger
Ursula got her claws into him and began destroying him. She's a fuckbitch
preying on the rich! She's what's wrong with the world! Women sucking up to men!
It's disgraceful!"
Joy and Tiffany nodded, barely stifling a smile at this lesbo rant. They
were, however, in solid agreement on Ursula. Tiffany spoke for them both.
"I want to see that bitch fried! When you get the tapes, give us a call.
I'll bring the popcorn!"
Joy nodded emphatically, her eyes hard with hate.
