Page 3 of Iona's Christmas
“You screw one man, I fuck most of them. Where do you think you rank in comparison to me? Start being nice to me, you may wear a cut, but you don’t hold the pull I do,” Lolita said.
“Clean the kitchen,” Lindy ordered.
“If you’re that bothered, do it yourself,” Lolita snapped and, in blatant disrespect, turned her back on Lindy like she was nothing.
I began seething as Lolita shrugged. The other whores laughed and made faces at Lindy.
“Why don’t you take your dried-up cunt and disappear? We’d keep Spice happy,” Kiki twittered.
I winced. That was a huge mistake. Everyone knew that Spice wasn’t to be messed with.
“Yeah, he might want some tight, smooth skin that ain’t wrinkled,” Maiden suggested.
Lindy moved before I saw her. Lolita’s head smashed off a worktop twice, and she collapsed dazed to the floor. Lindy had her fist in Kiki’s hair and rammed her headfirst into a wall. Lindy then hauled back and smacked her straight in the nose. We all heard the crack, and I knew it was broken. Maiden paled as Lindy came for her next.
Lolli moved towards Lindy as her back was turned, and I reached out and yanked her away. Lolli looked surprised as I spun her around and, punched her several times and swept her legs out under her.
“Anyone else want to interfere?” I demanded, and the remaining sluts shook their heads.
Lindy was pummelling Maiden hard and finally knocked her out. Kiki was wailing on the ground, curled up and holding her nose when Lindy kicked her in the ribs twice. Lindy stormed at Lolita with determined strides. She grabbed Lolita by her hair, dragged her to her knees, and forced her head towards the floor.
“Start licking,” Lindy demanded.
Lolita shook her head. Lindy rammed it into the ground this time. I saw a gash open on her forehead.
“You were warned, cunt. I told you to mop, or you’d lick it clean. I never say shit I don’t mean,” Lindy hissed.
“You’ll get yours, bitch. What do you think the brothers will say? Your cunt’s not worth what mine is,” Lolita spat.
Lolita shook her head, and Lindy smashed her head again, and this time Lolita’s nose broke. Lindy ripped out a handful of Lolita’s hair, and Lolita screamed, and Lindy’s boot made contact with her ribs.
Lindy held Lolita’s face down, and Lolita let out a sob. A few more punches and a threat to carve Lolita up got the result Lindywanted. Lolita began licking the floor. Lindy looked at the other sluts.
“Get on your knees and start licking. You were told to clean the floor, you’d thought you’d disrespect me,” she seethed.
All bar the men, who’d apparently been putting a food delivery away, dropped to their knees.
A hand wrapped around my waist, and I jumped as Warden drew me in close. Behind him ranged some of the brothers. Lolita, on seeing them, sat up.
“Look what she did to me!” she cried to Pipe.
“And? Did you disrespect an old lady?” Pipe asked, not seemingly bothered.
“She told me to clean up,” Lolita screeched.
“Am I missing something? Did you get a cut I don’t know about?” Warden demanded. Lolita looked at him and tried to seem alluring. Warden sneered, and she dropped her expression.
“I’m the boss of the girls,” Lolita replied.
“You’re in charge of shit. Lindy’s in charge of you as an old lady. You’ve got no rights like she has. Who the fuck did you think you were disrespecting?” Vogue snapped.
“I didn’t disrespect her,” Lolita snapped.
“Lie,” Soul said from the back of the crowd.
“I heard everything. Are you calling me a liar?” Vogue demanded.
“She has no right to order me about!” Lolita cried.