D.A.M.E.S. The DCA_X_DIVIDERS

D.A.M.E.S. The DCA_X_DIVIDERS
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D   ebutantes

A   gainst

M  an's

E   gotistical

S   ystem

I classify this book as Alternate Horror...If your perception is in line with mine...I am quite certain you will LOVE this Fanatical Exotic tale...

Prologue

A tempered mind anoints the spirit, while one’s will, anoints a feathered-cap’s status: Untouchable; Impervious to any potential fallout or contrived consequence, that could extend from ignoring newly posted rules. These types are just begging to be broken, their individual thoughts advertised, especially those so adamantly displayed and then, so clumsily left unsecured.
Two frat boys stumbled out into an alleyway alongside the bustling barroom—
Forgetting to place a wedge, the door with its crudely painted advisory: OFF LIMITS!!  SIN ACCESO!!—swiftly shut behind them; Denying re-entry.
The music’s bassline continued to thump upon the wall, as they proceeded to light up their pipes. The smaller of the two exhaled within a coughing frenzy, while the other jeered him on—chastising his sophomore brother, “Top of the line KGB, hey little buddy? Aww, do you think you can manage?”

“I’ll manage just fine, you…cuh…unt…and I’m NOT your little buddy!”

Laughing, the larger man shuffled to his left and right, before coming up full frontal with a shimmy. “Huh?! I notice you staring at my chiseled pecks all the time,” now flexing them to bounce up and down, “you perverted knee bending Felcher.”

“I’m the pervert?!!” The smaller man scoffed. “Ain’t no roid-boy faggot gettin’ this, bruh!” Gesturing to the backside of his skin-tight jeans, “My ass is well beyond your closet gaydar, in fact, it resides in another fuckin’ time-zone!”

“Yeah?! But, does it still have its spokes?!”

“You f—”

Just then they heard a woman’s voice not far from them. “Ohm, umpff, where are my friends? Anyone there? Oh…, umpff…I’m so wasted.”

Both of them stared in the direction of its origin, attempting to focus—
“Did you hear that?”
Slowly coming into view, they were able to discern what appeared to be legs jutting out from behind a dumpster. Intrigued, the larger man snickered, “Yeah, it sounds like we’ve got an overly-intoxicated betty on our hands. Let’s see if she wants to be friends?”

Together, they ventured toward the far-side of the large bin and slowly peered around its corner. Suddenly, feeling utterly perplexed; Fully surprised by the reality of discovering just two legs on the ground—the lower half of a mannequin.

Abruptly; Simultaneously both men were body-wrapped from behind. With a hard, well-placed heel to the groin, as their faces were smothered with a sweet-smelling cloth. What little light the alleyway did provide—quickly extinguished.