Give Desire to Miguel, while you take Yin
From Create Your Own Story
“Here Miguel, you can have Desire. Let her perform a nice… lumpkin.”
Desire and Yin look at you in confusion, Miguel with a wicked smile on his face and a bulge in his pants. Desire is too old to know what a lumpkin is and Yin doesn’t move in those circles. But due to all the extreme porn Miguel watches, he knows exactly what a lumpkin is.
Miguel grabs Desire by her arm. “What is a lumpkin?” Desire asks you. “It’s when you give someone a blowjob whiles he’s taking a shit.” Your answer makes her jaw drop in disgust.
Miguel drags her into one of the stalls and closes the door behind him. The words. “Oh dear God.” Can be heard, spoken by a repulsed Desire.
You are left standing there with Yin, her jaw also hanging low. But she turtles up, not saying a word.
“Let’s go over to the mirrors.” You say, and of course all your words are law, Yin follows close behind.
Standing by the mirror you pout your lips to check your lip stick. As everything is in order you adjust your boobs and hair, empty gestures. Yin stands next to you, deep in thought, she speaks.
Is… is all this really necessary? All the extreme sex and numerous humiliations? I… I just want to be a whore so I can finally be equal to mom. She always treated me like if I was from a different class than she. I just can’t live like that; I want to be mindless alongside her.” Yin’s words are filled with uttermost sincerity and sorrow.
You look at her reflection in the mirror and smile. “Trust me Yin, there is a point that prostitutes reach where their mind lets go and accepts the situation. There will be… no stress… no sorrow… no shame… just a life of… bliss. When you reach that place with your mother, you two will truly be as one.”
After a brief moment of silence you add. “It’s not far now.”
Yin looks determined, not the soldier determination but the slaves determination. To live through this and see the other side. Not far indeed.
You can hear Miguel sitting down on the toilet seat. Desire struggles lightly, she is the problem. Having survived as a prostitute for so long she knows that the other side that you and Yin talked about isn’t happy bliss, its junkie’s bliss. She needs to be broken.
