Two Sisters Of Mercy: A Staff Story
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roxyIt was hard, but I made myself re-write the darn thing. Be nice... I had a hard night! Here to the best o my recollection is "Two Sisters Of Mercy" dedicated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justabi
And for those of you who are interested, here are the other staff stories.Lex's Staff
Sarah wiggled her butt violently in tune to the music, which currently was Method Man complaining about Doc, and was beginning to sing when Sophia yelled out, “Enough of this music of pain! Come sit and let’s finish this thing,” and muttered “Before I send you back to your parents in many small boxes.”
Sarah flounced over to the table after shutting off her music, and plopped down in her chair. The bandana on her head slid down over one eye and she caught her finger in her enormous doorknocker sized gold earring, the ones that had her name welded on.
Sophia looked at her for a while before she sighed deeply and spoke.
“Sarah.”
“Yo ,sis, I’m not feelin’ you, you disrespectin’ me…”
“Sarah.”
“S’up?”
“SARAH.”
“ Erm…yes ma’am?”
“Sarah. I tell you this because I am your friend, and I want you to listen closely, yes? You. Are. White. You are the color that white aspires to. If you were whiter you would be clear, hmmm? It’s…nice you like the Hippity-Hoppity music, and you--”
“Hip-Hop. It’s Hip-Hop, not--”
“Your parents, they are no longer in this state, yes? They leave under cover of darkness the minute you hit the door, true?”
Sarah refused to answer, just pouted …and took the bandana off.
“So, if we can get back to business,” Sophia said and waved her cigarette at Sarah, smiled beneficently as the girl brightened and grabbed a pen and the notebook in front of her.
“Sooo,” Sophia mused and blew a thoughtful plume of smoke towards the ceiling. “Rimming or no rimming?”
“Oh, rimming, it’s all the rage now, it’s the new blow job!”
Sophia smiled. “Yes, they are doing the rimming when suddenly Mr. Devil breaks in--”
“EW! His father? That’s too yuck!”
“But the drama! It’s so dramatic--”
“Yuck! Besides, that never happened.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “It has no matter. This is RRPS, anything goes, until they look at the website and sue us all into the Stone Age…”
Sarah flinched. “Oh, my god! It’s possible…”
She clutched her throat in a manner Sophia thought a bit melodramatic, and took note of it for a future fic. “Yes little one, Bazillioniares spend all their free time surfing the net,” She took a moment to bask in self-pride. She had become quiet computer-savvy in her old age. “And hoping to come across stories of themselves so they can sue and take the paltry pennies the Boss grudgingly doles out to us. Cute, but cheap.”
Sarah nodded in agreement. It was true, cute to die for, but make a dollah hollah—in the words of her chosen people, and nuts to Sophia.
“Now! Think of some drama,” Sophia demanded, and stubbed her cigarette out, reached for a new one, and dared Sarah to comment.
Sarah, knowing which side her bread was buttered on, said not a word about the smokes, instead asked “Can’t they just you know---sex it up?”
Sophia stroked he chin in a gesture Sarah knew she’d stolen from The Cutie, but what hadn’t she stolen? A drawer full of fluffy white ‘L.L.’ embroidered towels spoke the truth of that.
Sophia mused aloud, “A PWP, then. Hmmm. yes. That is a good idea, plenty of the hot rimming and ---what? The ass-sex maybe?”
“Well, ok, but I’m never really comfortable with that. I’m not sure how that should …feel.”
Sophia stared at her and had to concede that, yes, she probably had no idea how that—or anything felt for that matter, but she wasn’t talking .Her business was her business, and she wasn’t about to share with Sarah, who was looking at her expectantly. She was going to be waiting a long time…
"Oh- kay. We try again, yes? And this time much more noise.”
“Oh yes! And less of the older bald man, younger teen man thing, ok?”
“Tchah! These pronouns! They kill me!” Sophia stabbed the pen viciously into the tablet.
“Now, now, “ Sarah said soothingly. “It’s for art. Or porn. Something.”
They grinned and high –fived each other.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sarah chortled. Sophia rolled her eyes.
**************************
Upstairs in the bedroom, the bald older man sat on the bed while the younger teen man looked over his shoulder at the open laptop. “Oh my god, Lex! Look what they have you doing now!”
They both stared open mouthed and wide eyed as they read the words on the screen.
“Interesting minds, these Two Sisters Of Mercy,” he mused. Rex Rutor, Kent Clarkson—hmph. Well, at least the sex was of a higher caliber.
Clark gasped as he read on. “How do they come up with this stuff, this PRS?”
“RRPS, Clark. Real Rich Person Slash.” He raised an eyebrow at the screen, and murmured, “Oh, goodness—is that possible to do, I hope….”
“Hey!” Clark yelled angrily, “They’ve got you doing it with the chauffer! Harry, my hind parts! I can do much better than that!”
He looked at Lex with a challenge in his eyes, and Lex shut the laptop off and smiled to himself. I must remember to thank those Sisters with a nice raise. Or--maybe just more towels, yes….
justabiAnd for those of you who are interested, here are the other staff stories.Lex's Staff
Sarah wiggled her butt violently in tune to the music, which currently was Method Man complaining about Doc, and was beginning to sing when Sophia yelled out, “Enough of this music of pain! Come sit and let’s finish this thing,” and muttered “Before I send you back to your parents in many small boxes.”
Sarah flounced over to the table after shutting off her music, and plopped down in her chair. The bandana on her head slid down over one eye and she caught her finger in her enormous doorknocker sized gold earring, the ones that had her name welded on.
Sophia looked at her for a while before she sighed deeply and spoke.
“Sarah.”
“Yo ,sis, I’m not feelin’ you, you disrespectin’ me…”
“Sarah.”
“S’up?”
“SARAH.”
“ Erm…yes ma’am?”
“Sarah. I tell you this because I am your friend, and I want you to listen closely, yes? You. Are. White. You are the color that white aspires to. If you were whiter you would be clear, hmmm? It’s…nice you like the Hippity-Hoppity music, and you--”
“Hip-Hop. It’s Hip-Hop, not--”
“Your parents, they are no longer in this state, yes? They leave under cover of darkness the minute you hit the door, true?”
Sarah refused to answer, just pouted …and took the bandana off.
“So, if we can get back to business,” Sophia said and waved her cigarette at Sarah, smiled beneficently as the girl brightened and grabbed a pen and the notebook in front of her.
“Sooo,” Sophia mused and blew a thoughtful plume of smoke towards the ceiling. “Rimming or no rimming?”
“Oh, rimming, it’s all the rage now, it’s the new blow job!”
Sophia smiled. “Yes, they are doing the rimming when suddenly Mr. Devil breaks in--”
“EW! His father? That’s too yuck!”
“But the drama! It’s so dramatic--”
“Yuck! Besides, that never happened.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “It has no matter. This is RRPS, anything goes, until they look at the website and sue us all into the Stone Age…”
Sarah flinched. “Oh, my god! It’s possible…”
She clutched her throat in a manner Sophia thought a bit melodramatic, and took note of it for a future fic. “Yes little one, Bazillioniares spend all their free time surfing the net,” She took a moment to bask in self-pride. She had become quiet computer-savvy in her old age. “And hoping to come across stories of themselves so they can sue and take the paltry pennies the Boss grudgingly doles out to us. Cute, but cheap.”
Sarah nodded in agreement. It was true, cute to die for, but make a dollah hollah—in the words of her chosen people, and nuts to Sophia.
“Now! Think of some drama,” Sophia demanded, and stubbed her cigarette out, reached for a new one, and dared Sarah to comment.
Sarah, knowing which side her bread was buttered on, said not a word about the smokes, instead asked “Can’t they just you know---sex it up?”
Sophia stroked he chin in a gesture Sarah knew she’d stolen from The Cutie, but what hadn’t she stolen? A drawer full of fluffy white ‘L.L.’ embroidered towels spoke the truth of that.
Sophia mused aloud, “A PWP, then. Hmmm. yes. That is a good idea, plenty of the hot rimming and ---what? The ass-sex maybe?”
“Well, ok, but I’m never really comfortable with that. I’m not sure how that should …feel.”
Sophia stared at her and had to concede that, yes, she probably had no idea how that—or anything felt for that matter, but she wasn’t talking .Her business was her business, and she wasn’t about to share with Sarah, who was looking at her expectantly. She was going to be waiting a long time…
"Oh- kay. We try again, yes? And this time much more noise.”
“Oh yes! And less of the older bald man, younger teen man thing, ok?”
“Tchah! These pronouns! They kill me!” Sophia stabbed the pen viciously into the tablet.
“Now, now, “ Sarah said soothingly. “It’s for art. Or porn. Something.”
They grinned and high –fived each other.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sarah chortled. Sophia rolled her eyes.
**************************
Upstairs in the bedroom, the bald older man sat on the bed while the younger teen man looked over his shoulder at the open laptop. “Oh my god, Lex! Look what they have you doing now!”
They both stared open mouthed and wide eyed as they read the words on the screen.
“Interesting minds, these Two Sisters Of Mercy,” he mused. Rex Rutor, Kent Clarkson—hmph. Well, at least the sex was of a higher caliber.
Clark gasped as he read on. “How do they come up with this stuff, this PRS?”
“RRPS, Clark. Real Rich Person Slash.” He raised an eyebrow at the screen, and murmured, “Oh, goodness—is that possible to do, I hope….”
“Hey!” Clark yelled angrily, “They’ve got you doing it with the chauffer! Harry, my hind parts! I can do much better than that!”
He looked at Lex with a challenge in his eyes, and Lex shut the laptop off and smiled to himself. I must remember to thank those Sisters with a nice raise. Or--maybe just more towels, yes….
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9/19/04 11:27 pm (UTC)Hee! I love the Staff stories!
Sooo funny.
You are one crazy chica.
:)
*bounce*
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9/19/04 11:52 pm (UTC)I love you.
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9/20/04 12:20 am (UTC)*happily takes credit*
Sweetie, if my rambling and nattering made you start penning your lovely fics then...
Well, i'm blown away, is whay.
*hugs you*
I lurve you too.
:)
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9/20/04 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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8/16/05 02:51 am (UTC)HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
So very much loving this story. I have tears in my eyes i'm laughing so hard!
Thank you
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9/2/05 02:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/2/05 09:49 am (UTC)I loved this part oh and rimming? where you never write that. *pouts* please write some pwease?
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9/2/05 02:26 pm (UTC)