Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 37
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Allegations
Senator Sweets fidgeted his thumbs under the table and hoped that the cameras all around didn’t pick up on his nervous gesture. The interview was going poorly. For a man with his surname, it was incredible how sour things had become in a matter of minutes.
Standing in front of him was Kelly Brennan, a no-nonsense reporter famous for always asking the most difficult questions imaginable. Most politicians in the country feared her for a reason. A string of bad responses was all it took to sink a career and turn public opinion against you. She had destroyed many lives before and looked hellbent on doing the same to him.
“Senator Sweets, going back to the questions concerning your staff…” she said.
“I think I’ve already answered enough questions about that…” he mumbled while praying to the Heavens for a more favorable line-up going forward.
“I know you feel that way but the most pressing issues haven’t been addressed yet and the public has the right to know. Don’t you agree that it’s a bit odd to have three famous former hypnodommes working directly for your campaign?”
(…)
Dog Whistle
It was a normal dog whistle: small, silver, cylindrical. There wasn’t really anything special about it but it was still weird for Alicia to be holding one when Trudy entered their apartment. They didn’t have a dog, and they never would.
“Why do you have that?” Trudy closed the door behind her and removed her wet coat. It had started raining as she was leaving the subway station, and she was pissed. It was always the same goddamned thing every time she forgot her umbrella!
“Oh, I think you know,” Alicia replied. She was sitting on the living room sofa, wearing her favorite lingerie. Her naked legs were crossed and she had put on quite the makeup for a relaxing Friday evening. Something was not right.
“No, I don’t,” Trudy shook her head. “Please tell me you didn’t bring a dog in. You know I’m allergic!”
“Relax, it’s nothing like that!” Trudy smirked. “Take off those clothes and get yourself cleaned up, okay? We have a lot to talk about.”
(…)
One More Nuisance
Gina was the youngest of six entrepreneur sisters and was also considered the friendliest of them all. The Powell women had always been strong and independent since the early days of the family and those traits had survived until the 21st century. They commanded respect everywhere they went and God forbid if there was something not to their liking. Anyone who had ever disappointed one of these feisty ladies once would not do it again no matter what.
The late-twenties fake redhead owned a perfume company. whose fragrancies were constantly imitated but never surpassed. Unlike other multimillionaires, she was a genuine workaholic, always the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. Micromanagement was a specialty of hers but she often did it in a non-intrusive way. Most of her employees loved the way she handled things and there were hardly any complaints. The first order of business was to keep her happy and as long as that goal was achieved there was nothing to worry about.
Today, and for the first time in three years, she was pissed. Something had gone wrong in the production process of her latest feminine scent, a setback that could result in a loss of two hundred million dollars in a week. It was an unthinkable disappointment and the person responsible for it was a man.
(…)
You Fucked Up!
Hey babe, it’s good to see you but what took you so long to answer the call? Is everything okay?
Hmm, I guess not because you’re looking kind of rough there. Have you been sleeping properly or is there something else bothering you? I hope it’s not what I think it is. Let me see your hands… come on! Show me your hands now.
A screwdriver? Really? Babe, that’s never going to work and I’m surprised you didn’t hurt yourself. What a foolish thing to do. Drop it. I said, drop it! Yes, that’s an order.
Good. Now get on your fucking knees because this is bloody ridiculous. How many times have we talked about this, huh? That cage is for your own protection as much as it is for mine. I wish I could trust you to keep your fingers to yourself, but you’re too addicted to jerking off, and I can’t let that stand. Too many orgasms make you lazy and disobedient and that’s the opposite of what I expect from a slave. Do I need to ask my mother to check up on you while I’m away? Well, do I?
(…)
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