Mean Girls of Maplewood Ch. 22

He didn't miss a beat prompted into action by lust unabated after catching a fleeting glimpse of her physical charms from his car. As far as he was concerned, April was one of those "Once in a Lifetime" deals; something to be checked off a bucket list.

"Shit." April rolled her heavily made up eyes, looking around the restaurant / truck stop at some of the other activity.

During the later hours of the weekend, the establishment served as a stop for people taking a bus across the country. Most of the people she glanced at, were weary families and disparate visitors alike.

"Hey, money's no problem; order whatever you like ala carte. It's the gentleman's way to pop for dinner!!"

"That's what you wanna do Stan, pop?" April's snark level was turned up to one thousand as she rolled her smokey eyes taking a sip from her mug. He chuckled nervously at the double entendre obviously visually immersed in her cleavage.

"Now we're talking business, right?"

"Come on, give me a break, asshole." April sounded flustered checking her phone for messages from her lover. He chuckled it off, still engaged and determined to fulfill his fondest wish of handling her enormous breasts. Her lush cleavage bulged ridiculously almost to the point of bursting from her top.

"Just trying to get an estimate; just a number, honey." She could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Hundred fifty for a fuck; three hundred for a tit fuck, alright?" Her quoted estimate was meant to run him off, but he chuckled nervously looking away gauging things. His eyes returned to her bust again becoming wide as saucers.

"Well, I gotta hit an ATM, I guess."

"Yup, happy trails." April deadpanned as he slowly slid out of the booth, hands in his pockets.

Stan noticed a line waiting to use the ATM. He glanced back at April still scanning the menu, noticing the mountain of cleavage pressed against the table as her new hostess approached the table. He felt humiliated realizing the hooker probably didn't think he had the money. He glanced around Happy's finding a few other guys also staring at the busty concubine suddenly worried that someone else would approach her before he drummed up the money. Stan became a bit antsy as more people lined up behind him, still intermittently watching April as the waitress left the booth after taking her order.

April found herself with an unimpeded view of Mike again enduring his thirsty glance seconds later. She re-initiated the test of wills with her icy stare again making him visibly anxious while his brother continued conversing trying to comfort Antoinette. His gaze was locked on her snake's stare not realizing she'd begin continually drinking from her mug enjoying this predatory folly.

She lowered the mug slowly drawing his eyes down to her cleavage once again sinking a finger inside up to the knuckle. April slowly worked her finger in and out of her lushness knowing he likely got the analogy. When she was sure Mike was looking, she snatched her finger away resulting in him glancing up at her face. April seductively licked her lips, still giving him a death glare.

"FUCK MAPLEWOOD HIGH; AND FUCK THOSE GODDAMN CHEERLEADERS!! FUCK THAT RED, BITCH, TOO!!" The spell she was weaving suddenly snapped as her blue eyes blinked profusely hearing what was said.

"Hey, be cool Antoinette, we're in public." Carlos cautioned.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK CARLOS!! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE WITH HER; WE COULD'VE JUMPED THAT BITCH TOGETHER!! WE COULD'VE STOMPED THE SHIT OUT OF THAT FUCKING GINGER!!" April's eyes widened as her gaze drifted over to the backs of Carlos and Antoinette's heads.

"You know you're not supposed to be fighting; what would your mother say, prima?"

"DON'T TELL ME THAT SHIT, MY SISTER MIGHT BE FUCKING CRIPPLED!! SHE MIGHT HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE BECAUSE OF THAT SLUT!!" Antoinette doubled over sobbing uncontrollably as her cousin cradled her to his body. A waitress ran over with extra napkins while Mike continued staring between his relative and April's face, conflicted.

"She didn't know her place; bitch got what she deserved." April's childish sounding words hung in the air between the booths.

There were a few moments of silence as Carlos glanced over his shoulder at April's face while his brother was already staring nervously. Antoinette slowly turned with an arm across the back of her booth, staring at the demented cupie doll sitting there facing them unfazed. Antoinette's face was a wet mask of tears, nostrils flaring, rage intimately palpable.

Before Carlos could react, corral her, Antoinette was on her feet at the edge of April's booth. Although only sixteen years of age, this teen was nearly as tall as her sister carrying some weight on her thick frame. She was similar to her older sister Chelsea, albeit a bit pudgy; yet she towered over April.

"What did you say, bitch?" April didn't make matters any better simply smiling in response as Carlos quickly jumped up grabbing his little cousin's shoulders.

"BE COOL ANTOINETTE, CHILL PRIMA'!!" He tried to nudge her back into the booth, but she tussled a bit with him ready to launch her fist into the offending party's round pie face.

"Hey, don't make a scene." Mike was in the process of getting up as Antoinette glared at her cousins, incredulous.

"Did you hear what this bitch, said?"

"LOOK DON'T DO THIS; YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING!!" Carlos already had custody of her bicep intending to pull her away from the still seated April.

"No-Did you fucking hear what she said, Carlos?!!"

"I-I heard, okay? Let's just get another booth, okay?" He knew his cousin's rage legendary in their close-knit family.

Both sisters were extremely close, symbiotic in mindset and temperament. Neither he or his brother Mike were surprised to learn that Chelsea had been injured fighting to avenge a close friend. Antoinette jostled with her cousin further becoming uncontrollable as Mike intervened grabbing her other bicep.

"GET OFF ME MAN; GET THE FUCK OFF ME, MIKE!!" The cousins intended to drag their little cousin out by both arms instead of letting her earn a night in jail when Stan reappeared cluelessly taking stock of the situation.

"LOOKS LIKE WE GOT A PARTY OVER HERE; HEY BABE WE'RE IN BUSINESS, OKAY?!!" There was no way Stan was letting someone rain on his parade now that he'd secured the funds for the night of his dreams. Antoinette was still desperately working herself free as two waitresses appeared trying to gauge the situation. Other customers and visitors were taking in the show with varying degrees of cheap curiosity while April rolled her eyes at Stan.

"I've gotta go tinkle in the little girl's room; pay my bill." April casually slid out of the booth with a slight bit of effort giving Stan a full view of her massive bust. She looked past him at Antoinette who was starting to calm down.

"She didn't know her place; bitch got what she deserved." April casually repeated to all three cousins this time. She turned uninterested in their reaction to her egregious aside walking the aisle disappearing into the ladies room.

The interior of the ladies rest room was filled to capacity with one stall from the end, out of service. A tired looking woman was changing her toddler's diaper on a fold out baby table as April walked to an available sink running some water. She was bristling internally at Antoinette's words about her lover. Her own well-hidden rage nearly exploded from her short, stout frame at the kid's account of things. April washed her hands meticulously casually glancing up into the keyed mirror above the sink. Someone was standing there a foot behind her with striking auburn hair, unfocused blurred.

"Melissa?"

She turned quickly finding Antoinette instead. The disparity in their heights was apparent leaving April looking directly into the white t-shirt and blue, long sleeved flannel shirt covering the teen's torso. Antoinette was indeed a full head taller than her standing there giving the shorter woman no room to move. The edge of the sink pressed into April's butt while Antoinette's chest wedged tightly against her huge bust. April looked upward into the teen's face finding her nostrils flaring.

"Say it again; I don't think I heard you." Antoinette hissed, her arms stiff at her sides, fists clenching and unclenching. Some of the other women inside noticed, one pulling her toddler daughter towards the door, intent on alerting management.

"She didn't know her place; bitch got what she deserved."

The resultant slap sounded like a thunder strike reverberating across the ladies room as some women shrieked. April took the blow to her chubby, right cheek with a look of abject shock on her face. Her hand rose lightly touching the reddening cheek as a darkened mascara tinged tear streaked from her eye.

This was supposed to be her night, her coming out party leaving her past behind for new adventures. She was starting to really find herself getting control of her natural abilities as a woman of ill repute. Some kid had the nerve to strike her across the face, the audacity to assault her in a moment of self-realization.

"She didn't know her place; bitch got what she deserved."

Before she could finish the offending sentence, the second slap came again striking and cutting her lip. A bit of blood trickled down her chin to the gray concrete floor as the other women looked on in shock. One twelve-year-old kid in the corner was grinning at the exchange.

"She didn't know her place; bitch got what she deserved." April gasped.

Before Antoinette could respond with a well taught roundhouse right; April pressed both palms into her chest shoving the sixteen-year-old with all her might, catching her off guard. The display of strength was sudden, powerfully propelling the teen backward off balance into the out of service stall. The heavy teen girl hit the door with the force of a freight train, losing her footing. Antoinette tumbled into the wall inside the stall facing April.

Her fist appeared ready to clock the short woman, but April quickly squatted violently grabbing both of her calves yanking backward with another burst of strength. Antoinette's head collided with the edge of the toilet as April whipped back, still in custody of her legs. Before she could move April flopped out on top of her, both chubby knees pressed into her abdomen and crotch. A cacophony of jeers and screaming filled the bathroom.

"AWWWWGGGG, GET OFFA ME YOU CRAZY BITCH!! FUCKING SLUT!!" April hunched over the surprised teen digging her nails into Antoinette's temple and cheek, clawing up her face.

"FUCK-YOUR-SISTER!! FUCK THAT STUPID CUNT YOU LITTLE FETUS, BITCH!! I'M GONNA PUT YOUR ASS IN A BED RIGHT NEXT TO CHELSEA, WHORE!!" Antoinette's right fist repeatedly struck at April's side while the other was impeded by the toilet.

She couldn't avert her eyes away from the drooling blonde, captured.

Antoinette realized this woman knew her sister in some capacity as April pressed her wrist down on the nasty bathroom floor, using her considerable weight to keep the girl immobilized. She could see the other shocked women standing over April yelling and jeering as the demented blonde's chubby hand dipped into her cleavage.

There was no way she could've known that she was dealing with a psychopath well versed in using her weight to subdue potential victims. Antoinette screamed at the top of her lungs trying her best to dislodge April who was forcing the air out of her lungs. The flip knife appeared in April's jiggling cleavage before her panicked eyes.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" Thankfully, two women grabbed April's arms dragging her off the screaming teenager who crumpled into a ball, gasping hard. April struggled with the women rolling onto her knees, knife in hand.

"GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS-OFF ME!!" Her rage was explosive as she caught the women off guard slashing wildly with the extended flip knife.

The women jumped back while the housewife that had been changing her child clutched her toddler to her bosom. The restroom went silent as April glanced around at the shocked countenances, witness to a small portion of her insanity. Her breathing was hard and ragged as she folded the knife sinking it back into her pillowy cleavage. April glanced down at Antoinette, finding the girl visibly horrified, all of her fight depleted.

April took a step to the sink making some of the women flinch as the housewife slinked by with her toddler, leaving the baby bag on the extended table. April began washing her hands as the restroom door opened revealing O'Dell, the manager of Happy's who took stock of the scene, before regarding April calmly washing her hands.

"You're outta here; BANNED from my place!! Don't let me catch you hanging out around here again, GET OUT!!"

April finished washing her hands without reaction snatching some paper towels from a dispenser. O'Dell was a big, burly woman wearing a wifebeater that showed off her fleshy, sleeved up arms. April dabbed at her cut lip, dropping the paper towel on the concrete floor, regarding Antoinette.

"Tell your sister, I said hello." She blew the distressed girl a kiss before filing out of the restroom.

Some of the remaining women scrambled away from her as she passed into the restaurant. O'Dell followed her out as Antoinette sat up in a fetal position, sobbing. Some concerned customers gathered around the stall offering help.

Outside, April glanced over her shoulder finding O'Dell there ready before looking around finding Antoinette's cousins visibly concerned. They'd allowed their cousin to go after her out of some misplaced familial loyalty. Once they laid eyes on April's battered countenance, they likely realized their mistake.

It read on their faces collectively as O'Dell nudged her towards the entrance. Her gaze travelled around to the other patrons as she did the walk of shame finding Stan. April winked at him with an inviting smile, knowing she was still going to make some money before looking in the opposite direction.

Her big, expressive eyes found the inhouse arcade and a few tables just outside of it. There was a large flat screen on the wall for bored parents to watch television while their kid played. It was currently switched to local news with local reporter Brett Sawyer on the screen with fire trucks at his back.

It looked like a forest fire was ablaze in the background. Emergency workers were running by as he tried in vain, to get a soundbite. The television was muted, but the large blocky caption across the bottom of the screen caught April's widening eyes. Stan drifted over as O'Dell gave her another shove, suddenly realizing his shirt was balled up in the chubby blonde's fist.

"WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING CAR!!" April's face broke in dramatic fashion as she half dragged the man into the lot while Antoinette appeared from the restroom meeting her cousins at the door.

She had just enough time to watch April's reaction to the monitor hanging on the restaurant wall. There was some sort of emergency news story on screen as Antoinette drifted closer finding shots of burning wreckage and the news tagline. Onscreen a deputy was shoving Brett Sawyer away from the scene while another shoved the cameraman.

"WE HAVEN'T CONFIRMED YET, BUT FROM ALL APPEARANCES, SHERIFF REED'S DAUGHTER MAY HAVE BEEN KILLED IN THE ACCIDENT!!" Antoinette smiled at the karma, rewarded to her hospitalized sister.

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Some kids were running around the front yard chasing one another eventually doing laps around their father's patrol car. Deputy Mooney sat on his porch letting his children run out that extra bit of energy before they were required to come inside for bed. His smallest one-year old toddler was nestled against his shoulder asleep.

"There's still a bit of apple pie; you want it honey?" His wife appeared at the open door behind the screen, wiping her hands with a dishrag.

"Maybe later, can you put it on ice?"

"I wasn't talking about "that" apple pie, dear." Deputy Mooney glanced over at his wife, her brown hair although streaked with bits of gray was still as lovely as the day, they wed framing her soft, intelligent features. She was moderately built with a nice pair of sloping breasts and some enticing saddlebag hips.

"Eh, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"My friend Jenny wants me to go down to the porno store and get one of them fake dongs; says I should take uh, matters into my own hands, and all." The couple chuckled at the suggestion staring lovingly at one another.

"Fake dong, huh?"

"Well, she says it feels like the real thing, and its battery powered, too. Think I ought to take her up on that trip, huh?" Deputy Mooney glanced around the yard silently acknowledging the frolicking children.

"Now I don't know about that, dear; Jenny knows we got us a bunch of kids, right? She think we adopting, huh?" They shared a long, thoughtful glance at one another before she leaned into the side of the door, snickering.

"Sorry, I'm so out of line, deputy."

"Tell you what; you get your nosey friend to come over and watch the kids, I'll take you out to the lodge and we can make another one of these." Deputy Mooney softly ran his hand over his infant son's back causing the child to stir a bit.

"I'll do that, but them birth control pills coming with us." She began to slink away from the door.

"Elle?"

"Yeah?" Elle Mooney returned to the door peering out at her husband.

"Show me a little something."

Elle's eyes drifted over to the playing kids, now sitting at the far end of the front lawn together at the edge of a ditch. The girls watched a bit of sparse traffic in front of their home faced away from their home. Elle cracked the screen door, gathering up the hem of her white tank. She gracefully lifted it until one of her pendulous breasts appeared. Her sunbaked skin was offset by hard tan lines from a demi cup brassiere she usually wore. Her areolas were large, cookie sized with a thick, erect nipple. Deputy Mooney smiled approvingly.

"I think maybe, you should pop one of them birth control pills tonight."

"Yeah?" Elle raised an eyebrow, a wry smirk on her face.

"Yeah."

Before the conversation could go further, Deputy Jimmy appeared in his patrol car at the end of the yard, exciting his partner's children who stood up cheering. Elle's face dropped at the sight of a man she knew to be a bit of a scoundrel. She disappeared from the screen door leaving her husband to face his friend. Mooney's daughters snagged ahold of Jimmy's wrists leading him to the edge of the porch. The look on his face told a story.

"Alright, let's have it."

"So you haven't heard about the accident, Mooney? Your favorite redhead done got herself-blown up."

"You're telling me Red, is uh, not amongst the living?" He perked up as his wife reappeared with a longer shirt covering her chest. She stepped out on the porch taking the baby from her husband, ignoring his partner tipping his cowboy hat.

"Well you obviously had your radio turned off, but I got a call out from the camp grounds about a certain Camaro flying off a cliff. Supposedly it blew up real good; that's what our guys are telling me. Emergency services on the scene right now, Mooney."

"Let's go." Deputy Mooney was already halfway to the car as his wife appeared herding the children inside.

"Guess that pill, can wait a bit." She watched the patrol car speeding off, lights flashing.

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Humbert logged off his game leaving behind an online campaign in his group following their leader Stretch who disappeared abruptly. The rest of the guys were kind of dicks leaving him no reason to continue the session. His eyes were watering from nonstop gaming. There was some light scratching at his window which turned out to be the stray cat he'd been feeding as of late.