Blond Filth_(1)

Introduction:
. . . where bleak desperation meets blond depravity.
Nicolette was beautiful and I had wanted her for so long. I was sure of our future and that we would be married, that is until her father, who had once approved of me, changed his mind.

He said that the high society families of the Jupiter Circle had purchased land at the outskirts of town then built ostentatious mansions, huge garages for their elongated million-dollar cars, and a pleasure palace near the glen. They had gained influence over everything. They were haughty and considered themselves superior and Nicolette’s father believed that uncertain futures faced anyone who was not in at least the lowest rungs of Jupiter high society.

“I can’t let Nicolette be in jeopardy. She’s gotta marry up. That Brad fella finagled his way in. She could marry him.”

I was devastated. Then, I had an idea. I told him I would do what Brad had done and I would get into that Society somehow. He gave me 30 days.

The haughty core of Jupiter group was only accessible for those born into it. And, it was nearly as hard to get into any of the lower layers but I was determined. I would die without Nicolette so I would do whatever it took.

I went to the Jupiter compound and strode across a huge lobby to a desk with a heavily-lipsticked brunette whose nameplate read, “Patricia”. I explained my great need. She looked at me without expression. Her face seemed hard. She left for five minutes and returned with a five-page application. “Show your gratitude by having this back to me in 30 minutes. Understand, fuckface?”

Fuckface? How dare she. Yet, all I could think of was Nicolette. I finished in 17 minutes and that included a 300 word essay that pleaded my desperation. I handed the application to Patricia and she told me it would reviewed and to return the next day at 2pm.

Twenty-four hours later, my fingers trembled as they gripped the long metal handles of two 12-foot high glass doors. My legs were numb as I walked toward the receptionist. This was it. My entire life. Patricia looked up. Her eyes were firm. My insides were not.

“I … I … I–“

“You are Bryan.”

“Yes! I–“

“Shut up and wait here.”

A few minutes later, her head peaked from behind a stainless steel door and she told me to follow her. She led through long hallways and double doors and into a room as big as a gymnasium except outfitted with elegance and one wall of solid glass. Most of the space was like a lavish lounge while the rear had plush office furniture and equipment. A tall blond stood in the distance. She walked toward us. I guessed her to be 28.

“Athena, this is him. See?” She held up papers that had my picture and information. How could they have those? But then, they were Jupiters so why wouldn’t they?

“Yes,” the blond replied. She looked me up and down before moving to a plush chair and sitting down. Patricia did the same. I was confounded. Was I suppose to stand or sit? I felt incidental and vulnerable. Athena wreaked of travel and privilege and worldly experience. She was regal and pristine.

My shirt was plaid.

“Hundreds want in,” she sneered. “Few make it. Most want our luxuries and parties and to grovel for our spare money. They are often rejected. You have desperation. I might like that. Do you understand that without me, you lose Nicolette? Without me, your life is nothing. That is how it should be, now isn’t it?”

I forced myself to nod.

“And so piss-ant, you are beginning to understand that I am superior and you are a peasant. Yes?”

“Y … Yes.” I would have said anything.

She lit a cigarette.

“What you don’t know is that those like your friend Brad—yes, I know you know him because we do our homework—we permit them to be among us, but they are our playthings.” She laughed. “We have too much money and time and we have spent ourselves silly on all of the usual entertainments. They have become banal. We have become bored. We need you peasants to be our playthings and provide us with amusing decadence.”

She leaned forward until her face was about a foot from mine. My nerves quaked.

“Brad and his kind may seem to have wealth but their cars and clothes and money are just our rejects. Don’t you see, what we have already consumed and tossed aside as refuse, your people clamor for as your treasure? They bow in gratitude for the privilege of consuming what we have already used.”

She inhaled. Very slowly, she pursed her lips and breathed into my face. I knew to hold still and take it.

“Very good piss-ant, just like that. I inhale smoke, then you inhale what I’ve already used. I am a Jupiter and you are a piss-ant peasant. I am superior and you are beneath me. Comprende’?”

I had to agree. I fought a gnawing sense that maybe she was right. After all, I was the one doing the begging.

She said it was too early to tell if I would be offered a contract of service or told what the specifics of my service to her might be. “Maybe tomorrow you will be ready.”

She doused her cigarette and added, “You have a chance, piss-ant. A chance. We shall see. Tomorrow, 2pm. Now get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting piss-ant!”

I was humiliated and hated not knowing the specifics but I reasoned that if others had tolerated such things then so would I. Besides, I had more desperation than any of them.

I returned the next day and things went about the same. She searched me with eyes that flashed side-to-side before she blew in my face and laughed, “Not today!”

The following day, her eyes danced with even greater fervor and after a half-hour of derision she said, “Maybe today. Maybe. Are you ready?”

I blurted, “Yes! I’m ready. I’m running out of time with Nicolette’s father and–”

“Get the fuck out of my sight you disrespectful retard! How dare you say this has anything to do with Nicolette! This is about me! Tomorrow is your last chance fuckface! Come back here and be ready to worship me! It’s all about ME you stupid bastard!”

I felt helpless, hopeless, and clueless.

The next meeting went much as the others with Athena clearly demanding and relishing control. She reminded me it was my last chance and she told me of many things others had done to get into the Society.

“Today or never!” she hissed. “Once you leave here, your status is your fate. Either you are in or you are out—–forever! Understood?”

My hands were sticky. “Yes.”

“Then, are you ready to hear your terms of service?

“Y..Yes.” I was too close to my goal to say otherwise.

“Are you sure you are ready to hear?” Her face brimmed with devilish anticipation.

I nodded. “Y…Yes.”

She laughed and Patricia giggled behind her hand.

“Very well then, I will tell you. To get into the Society and to stay in my service . . . “

She brought her face close to mine. Her eyes darted with ecstasy. “To be in my society, you must…”

She paused and took a long drag on her cigarette and blew it in my face. It hurt my eyes but I refused to blink.

“You have to . . . Are you ready? You have to . . . “

She paused again.

“Eat . . “

She paused. Here eyes scanned mine.

“my .