Mall Daze

Mall Daze

by Marley Quinn

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.