Mall Daze
Marley Quinn
Mall Daze
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Filthy, Bestial Urges
Elder Cummings
A Bit of a Headache
Elmer
Sinfully Exposed
Filthy, Bestial Urges
Mildred groaned and clutched the pillow more tightly around her head. The noise coming from her roommate Cindy’s bedroom was infernal, the disgusting but now familiar sounds of the slattern giving in to her base urges once again. No matter how tightly she clenched her teeth and buried her head, it seemed like nothing would block the sinful noises coming through the thin wall that separated their bedrooms.
Momma had been right, the Devil was busy here at the university. Why, oh why hadn't she listened to Momma? She should’ve followed Elder Cumming’s advice and gone to Bible college. Then she could be living at home, spending the weekends in her prayer closet instead of here at this nest of whores and sinners at the state university. How many times had Momma scolded her about pride going before a fall?
Oh Momma, you were right! But she had been curious, wanting to see parts of the wider world beyond the safe shelter of the Church of the Seventh Seal and its small but familiar congregation of the faithful. And as Momma always said, the Devil rewards curiosity with eternal hellfire.
Mildred slowly eased the pillow away from her face, breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed that her slut of a roommate had exhausted her carnal urges as there was nothing to be heard now but silence through the thin wall. Finally! It sometimes seemed like Cindy could go on for hours pleasuring the parade of wicked men who came to visit her.
Mildred turned and looked at the beige old-fashioned telephone next to her bed. How she longed to pick up the heavy receiver and hear Momma’s breathy voice. But no, now she couldn’t, Mildred scolded herself. Momma would only tell her again to pack her bags and come home. Maybe now that her whore of a roommate had finished, it might be quiet enough to get some homework done. Yes.
Mildred sat down at her desk, primly tucking her long blue skirt underneath. Her desk gave her comfort, its neat lines and clean space allowing her to concentrate. She carefully selected one of the pencils from a mug emblazoned with a large heart and the slogan “Jesus gave His life for you!” that Elder Cummings had given her as a present when she’d gone off to college. That had surprised her, as Momma and the other members of the congregation had considered state university a nest of vipers and had refused to condone Mildred’s enrollment by giving her a gift.
Slowly and methodically, Mildred sharpened the pencil, enjoying how her careful, sure strokes slowly brought the pencil to a dazzling sharp tip. Just as she was satisfied that it could not be any sharper, another disgusting moan filled the air, causing Mildred to jerk in surprise, accidentally snapping the pencil in half. She simply could not take this anymore! Since her roommate Cindy could not control her filthy, bestial urges, the only option was to leave.
Mildred quickly looked in the mirror, making sure her long gray cardigan was in place, made sure her long blue skirt was properly adjusted and then stepped into a pair of her black sensible shoes. Gathering up her purse, she picked up her car keys and exited her room. She rapidly strode past her roommate’s bedroom, doing her best to ignore the sickening sounds of wet flesh bumping and grinding together.
She had one hand on the front door of the apartment, about to open it, when Cindy popped out of her bedroom. “Hey, Milly! Hold on a second!”
Slowly, and with great reluctance, Mildred turned around, her eyes half closed. As she suspected, her roommate was dressed as a common whore, wearing only a short bathroom loosely belted around her waist. Her sinful bosoms were on display and Mildred quickly began reciting a prayer under her breath. “Yes, Cindy?” she finally managed to say, keeping her eyes lowered.
“Listen, uh, you know I got this cast on for a couple more days,” said Cindy, pointing at her right foot. “I heard your door open and I was wondering if you could run to the store for me.”
Mildred kept her eyes lowered, muttering under her breath to herself, wondering how her disgusting whore of a roommate could hear anything over all that animalistic moaning and shrieking.
“Come on roomy, can you do me this favor?” asked Cindy in her sweetest tone. “Hold on, I’ll give you some money.”
“That’s not necessary,” said Mildred quickly, not wanting to touch the wages of sin that her roommate had earned by lying on her back and opening her legs for strange men.
“No? Okay, cool,” said Cindy, hobbling a few steps over to Mildred, handing her a folded piece of paper. “It’s just a couple of things, milk and bread and cheese, that kind of stuff.”
Mildred said nothing, only folding the paper twice into a neat square and then putting it into her sensible black purse.
“Thanks Milly!” said Cindy, hopping back to her bedroom. Mildred nodded and then quickly opened the front door and exited the apartment.
“Jeez, was that the Mouse?” said Roger, lying back on Cindy’s bed, casually smoking a cigarette.
“Yeah, that was her,” said Cindy with a laugh, closing her bedroom door behind her. “Milly the Mouse. I really have no idea what the fuck she’s doing here at this university. She belongs to some kind of wacko bible thumping Christian cult or something, the kind that believes everything is a sin.”
“Oh come on,” said Roger, tapping his cigarette into an ashtray he held on his naked chest, “some folks are more religious than others. My pop’s pretty conservative and used to read the Bible before dinner. They’re not all bad.”
“Oh yeah?” said Cindy, her eyes flashing. “Well last week I was watching TV and Milly marched up to me, telling me chewing gum was a sin. Gum! Can you believe it?”
“Jeez,” said Roger with a laugh. “Okay, that is pretty damn strict. Even my pop likes to have a beer now and then.”
“And her clothes,” said Cindy, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Good lord, she dresses like an old maid. I think all she owns are ankle length skirts and baggy gray sweaters. Can you believe an 18-year-old dresses like that?”
“Not everyone likes to show off their body,” said Roger, leaning forward to open the front of Cindy’s robe.
“Oh hush,” said Cindy, leaning back and clutching her robe closed. “I saw her once in a towel coming out of the shower. I think she’s actually got a pretty good body under all those granny clothes. Put a little make-up on her and a decent outfit and some good shoes and I bet she’s a real stunner.”
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