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Blond Filth

Introduction: . . . where bleak desperation meets blond depravity. Nicolette was beautiful and I had wanted her for so long. I was sure of our future and that we would be married, that is until her father, who had once approved of me, changed his mind. He said that the high society families of the Jupiter Circle had purchased land at the outskirts of town then built ostentatious mansions, huge garages for their elongated million-dollar cars, and a pleasure palace near the glen. They had gained influence over everything. They were haughty and considered themselves superior and Nicolette's father believed that uncertain futures faced anyone who was not in at least the lowest rungs of Jupiter high society. "I can't let Nicolette be in jeopardy. She's gotta marry up. That Brad fella finagled his way in. She could marry him." I was devastated. Then, I had an idea. I told him I would do what Brad had done and I would get into that Society somehow. He gave me 30 days. The haughty core of Jupiter group was only accessible for those born into it. And, it was nearly as hard to get into any of the lower layers but I was determined. I would die without Nicolette so I would do whatever it took. I went to the Jupiter compound and strode across a huge lobby to a desk with a heavily-lipsticked brunette whose nameplate read, "Patricia". I explained my great need. She looked at me without expression. Her face seemed hard. She left for five minutes and returned with a five-page application. ...

... "Show your gratitude by having this back to me in 30 minutes. Understand, fuckface?" Fuckface? How dare she. Yet, all I could think of was Nicolette. I finished in 17 minutes and that included a 300 word essay that pleaded my desperation. I handed the application to Patricia and she told me it would reviewed and to return the next day at 2pm. Twenty-four hours later, my fingers trembled as they gripped the long metal handles of two 12-foot high glass doors. My legs were numb as I walked toward the receptionist. This was it. My entire life. Patricia looked up. Her eyes were firm. My insides were not. "I ... I ... I--" "You are Bryan." "Yes! I--" "Shut up and wait here." A few minutes later, her head peaked from behind a stainless steel door and she told me to follow her. She led through long hallways and double doors and into a room as big as a gymnasium except outfitted with elegance and one wall of solid glass. Most of the space was like a lavish lounge while the rear had plush office furniture and equipment. A tall blond stood in the distance. She walked toward us. I guessed her to be 28. "Athena, this is him. See?" She held up papers that had my picture and information. How could they have those? But then, they were Jupiters so why wouldn't they? "Yes," the blond replied. She looked me up and down before moving to a plush chair and sitting down. Patricia did the same. I was confounded. Was I suppose to stand or sit? I felt incidental and vulnerable. Athena wreaked of travel ...