Entry #45: The New Girl

On my way to work, I passed by a troubled girl, shaking nervously in front of the local adult club. I tried to go close to her to calm her down but I stopped since her colleagues got her and aided her to the employee room.

The moment I continued to walk away, another girl blocked me. She thought that I’m a left-out customer and forced me inside the club.

The atmosphere inside the establishment makes me feel dazed, the purple light covering the room sends an erotic aura to my eyes, and some girls in thongs and brassiere are dancing seductively on the stage with a steel pole and slowcore saxophone music, feeding the visual and psychological cravings of problematic and tired single businessmen.

Later, more girls start to get out from backstage and start to go table-to-table for the customers to visualize them dancing a closer look. Some already sent their hands to wander, some started dipping their filthy tongue into the girl's body, and some started paying for a room with their chosen girl.

Not long after it began, a customer suddenly slapped the girl on its table and swept her away from the table like dust.

“Get away from me you tomboy, your body doesn't fit any man’s standard of beauty”, said the customer.

As I and the girl who's still behind me run to the situation, it appears that the girl has been wearing fake breasts and a wig, disappointing the customer. The girl behind me called another girl out in replacement as I helped the topless girl go backstage.

“If your fucked-up skin is going to get detected by my sight again, I’M GONNA BEAT YOU UNTIL YOUR FLAT-ASSED BOOBS SWELL”, said the same customer.

The girl starts to cry after hearing such hurtful words.

In the preparation room, as the girl behind me taught, I placed the girl down with the other girls and asked about the problem.

“Why am I this ugly, I just want money for my parents' hospital payments, we already lost our house, our bank loans, and my baby sister, and now even my body is not even a worthy source of money making, what the fuck is going on? Am I… not… beautiful enough?” Trish, as they called her, said.

As the others stayed in silence, I took the time to analyze Trish’s situation silently.

She is in debt so this job might be her last resort.

Poorly, she barely has the right physique for this job.

So… her goal right now is to improve her body.

But it costs—

“I need to be more beautiful”, Trish’s voice interrupts.

“Um, sir, since you’re here, can you like, make out with her please, she kinda needs cash”, a friend of hers asked.

I refused the favor since I’m not interested in doing explicit actions toward a girl. However, Trish kept murmuring “I need to be beautiful” with her head down.

“Has it always been this way?”

“No” Trish’s friend replies. “our situation before is as much worse than now. As you obviously know, we only established this club for money and nothing more as it is believed to be a very good source of income because of the rich men that are expected to come. But, as you obviously know as well, most of us don’t have the physique to get those men’s interest. Though it all changed when we posted the flyer for the new girl and that’s the time we realize we have to do everything we could to ourselves to become beautiful. And I guess, because of that is the reason why she’s the only reason we have lots of customers today.”

Suddenly, a scream is heard in the preparation room’s changing area. As they open the curtain, it’s the girl before, she got changed by her colleague. As Trish rises her head, she widens her eyes at the new girl’s work appearance with no verbal reaction.

The new girl is shy while holding her brassiere, barely carrying her overly huge bosom with her left arm and covering her skinny thong with the other. Seeing the new girl made all the girls in the room envious of the new girl’s beauty and hidden physique.

“Yes, I need to be beautiful, as beautiful as her”, Trish reacted as she pointed her finger toward the new girl.

As the other girls thought more about the new girl’s physique, they became more stressed and envious.

Later on, the voice of the same customer requests another replacement. The girls picked the new girl to get out, but the new girl kept being scared and made it harder to move afoot.

The pressure and stress got into the girl’s mind and made wrinkles on their face, as they went closer to the new girl, they touched her bosom, and said in a slow way:

“C’mon... don’t... let... this... go... to... waste… we envy you… for this… you… know”

The new girl can’t keep up with the atmosphere they’re making and told them that she’s quitting.

The wrinkles in the other girl’s faces worsened, as the new girl was getting her clothes.

“If you’re not gonna use that body… THEN LET US USE IT”

Trish suddenly stood up with wrinkles worse than the others, grabbed a scissor, and rushed to the new girl, striking its neck. The other girls follow with their own sharp objects. I rushed to block them, but Trish kicks me to a torture mechanism in the wall with knives placed to it, the moment I landed on the mechanism, a metal chain flew and locked my body to the wall with my feet, hands, and lower torso stuck with knives.

The impact of my body to the wall is sudden that my mouth opened to get more air to withstand the impact, but the moment I’m about to close it, Trish shove a male genitalia-like stick into my mouth making me unable to breathe, then the wall collapsed with me under it and faced-down, making me having a guaranteed death of suffocation.

As I struggled to get a glimpse of what was happening, Trish said:

“White skin, G-cup sized breast, long hair, beautiful face, yes, YES, this is what I’m wanting”

Trish rushes back to the pile and helps the other girls cut the new girl.

As the new girl screamed in pain, they cut her tongue and broke its body, cut the skin out from head to toe, and made a skin suit. With the still conscious insides of the new girl, they stomped its brain, ripped its eyeballs, and played catch with her bloody heart literally.

The customer called again for the replacement, Trish wore the bloody skin suit they just made, and all the girls went with her on the way to the stage.

I lost consciousness.

A while later, a scream of a man woke me up and forcefully broke myself out of the trap, got rid of the stick, and vomited blood for a moment. As the screaming continued, I got out of the establishment by the employee doorway.

The moment I got out, the businessmen ran out of the club in terror of seeing Trish. As everyone got out of the building, the civilians started to scream as they saw the girls back naked happily playing around with the new girl’s guts.

Despite the things I can still do, I decided to run away from them. As I run, I hear Trish’s voice, screaming “Am I beautiful now?” still inside the new girl’s skin, oozing with blood while the others start to sever their limbs to replace the new girl’s part, thinking it will make them visually beautiful too.

After the sound of severing flesh was over, I took a glimpse of them one more time. The signs of pleasure are present in their blood-covered faces, happiness that they finally got what they wished for a lifetime, a wish... of being beautiful.