Redhead Times

Agatha sighed as she departed the dining room. This whole night did not make fucking sense. One moment she was in bed on a well-earned vacation. The next thing she knew she was being **** into this ridiculous game with seven other women and one confused Thomas.

Quite frankly, she had a bad feelin' about this. This abomination of a show was based on some bloody reality TV. Quite frankly, in the few shows she watched, the audience always favored one person and villainized another. She had a gut feelin' that she and Alexa were on the villain characterization.

She sighed again. Her thoughts were gettin’ the Irish treatment, too. She slowed her thoughts down. She sighed. Was it not enough for her to get this … thing without it invading everything? Apparently not.

She started heading for the stairs, presuming that was where the bedrooms would be when she stopped. There was the BP store. She recalled what Tatiana … Ana had said.

She was walking up to the manor after trying to wake the flight attendant. She and Tatiana … Ana were talking.

She was shaking her head, “Really? That sounds tough. It must be a headache and a half. And it’s Ana for you. Tatiana and Tati for the others?”

Ta … Ana nods, “Yes, indeed.”

At that point, she remembered waving her hand, “Pardon me but how is anyone going to tell you guys apart? You are all basically identical.”

Ana sighed, “I, We will figure something out. That odious host might have given us something in the BP store. By the way, are you ok? You’re not in the throes of mental anguish, are you? You told me about the trouble you had when you were younger. And judging from your reaction it’s back isn’t it?”

She waved her hand, “I will be fine. Better than ever in fact.”

Agatha shook her head. That was wrong to brush true concern off. But she was not going to worry anyone … for now.

Her attention returned to the BP store’s door. It was the right time to take a peek. There was no risk in checking out the store. She strolled over to the store and flung its door open.

Stepping inside was going back in time. Worn wooden floorboards creaked underneath her feet. All sorts of items were on slightly sagging shelves covering each wall. Skateboards, staplers, candles of various colors and sizes, faded postcards from all around the world, fuzzy socks, potted cacti, compasses, jars of jellybeans, worn feather pens, watercolor paint sets, wooden spoons, Bluetooth speakers, spools of colored thread, vintage cameras, chocolate bars, stacks of origami paper, neon highlighters, marble coasters, pocket watches, and sunglasses with various colored lenses—and that was a small section of the shelf.

A wooden counter sat in front of the shelves. An ancient cash register rested on the counter near her. Beside the cash register, was a book with fancy lettering of H.H. on its cover.

Seeing no one, she stepped to the book and opened it like it might slam itself shut. Its contents were printed as if it were from a 1920’s catalogue. She quickly flipped over through the contents. There were two major sections. One was labeled temporary and another as permanent. What was curious was that some of the pages were blank. Most of them are in the permanent section. There was also the fact that half of the descriptions were blank as well. Even more, the text had sentences of blank spaces in some descriptions. It was bizarre.

Her eyes skimmed through the pages when they caught on a single item.

HH Approved Little Blue Pill - 1000BP

Are you tired of the aches and pains of life trampling you down? Are pesky migraines killing your mood? Pop this wonder to make it all go away. [And turn it into a pleasurable experience.] You be painfully free. [And wonderfully aroused all the time.]

She sighed. Oh, how would that solve her problem neatly? The price, however, was murderous. It felt like the early dark days of getting treated with that medical insurance company. It did get better … after swapping jobs and insurance. Here, she would have to rely on finding a way to earn BP for her treatment. However, it could be a trap. Maybe the fine print or omission of words would lead her astray and cause her more harm than good.

She glanced up and attempted to climb over the counter. However, she encountered resistance. It was like trying to put her body through viscous liquid. She gave up the attempt and pulled back. Reversing was normal enough. She decided to flip through the catalog again. She found a different entry under the temporaries.

Many HH Pink Pills - 5BP per pill

Are sores, sunburns, and knifes getting you down? Reduce the pain with these little wonders. They are guaranteed to make the pain go away. Warning: Effective only for 6 hours. If you have a mortal injury, please contact the nearest host to save your skin.

She closed the catalog. She needed to run down that elusive host and ask some more pointed questions. She got out of the BP store and walked up the staircase. The magic of her aging back did not remove her fatigue. It would be a good time to sleep. She got to the second floor and walked to her door. She read the plaque on it. So she was sharing it with that Clara person. She tried remembering who the hell that was.

Concentrating, she recalled the woman. What the hell was her relation to Thomas again? She knew everyone else. Alexa and the flight attendant were easy enough to guess at. Plus, she talked to Alexa briefly. She snapped her fingers. That gal was military. That woman had made that clear enough.

She frowned. It was unlikely that Thomas had met with her recently. She shook her head. The room may give her a clue. She opened the door.

She studied what the room presented. The right side was her bedroom. But not one from her current home. It was like the room that she had in Springfield. There were the faded band posters she had up. Off to one side was a sewing table her mom had put into the room. Her childhood bed with faded Pokemon sheets sat near a window showing the starry sky. Four stacks of boxes sat on the beige carpet next to a dresser. One more open box next to a small nightstand next to her bed. It was a part of her past in this moment.

Agatha couldn’t be sure, but this looked to be an exact recreation of her return from Hallandale Beach in Florida. A miserable year in Florida, with heat, humidity, and quite insane people everywhere she went. She furrowed her eyebrows. She was pretty sure this was also the year that she met Thomas for the first time.

She shook herself. Her focus turned to the other side. This might tell her what her roommate would be like. While her side was old, her roommate's side was ancient. Everything looked like it came from her great-grandparent's house, at least how she imagined it as they told it.

A plain wooden bed with a green woolen blanket. A steamer trunk sat at the foot of the bed. A writing desk was shoved off to a corner. A kerosene lamp with one leather-bound book sat on the desk. Nothing else was in the room.

She crept near the desk. Glancing around she flipped open the book. She stared at a bunch of handwritten scribbles. This could be a journal of some kind. However, it seemed to be written in gibberish. Or, as the idea clicked in her head, a code. That also explained why her choices were gibberish. Okay, next time she will be prepared to figure out her choices. Hopefully, it was not anything too complicated.

She decided that the first thing tomorrow would be visiting the library to … no. The host had something planned for tomorrow. Alright, the second thing was to get to the library and see if they had books on codes. Or she could talk to her roommate - if she decided to show her face around here. Agatha sighed. It was time for bed.

She sat on her bed exhausted. She felt rather hot and her body felt aware of everything. Why she might … wait a second, was she aroused? Why? There wasn’t anything particular that excited her at the moment. So why … it was the goddamn choice wasn’t it. Her ‘choice’ was being some stereotype of a redhead, wasn’t it? Fuck.

She paused for a moment. Her hand reached for the nightstand. If she remembered correctly it should be… there it was. She looked around the room for a light switch. To her surprise, there wasn’t one. But as she shrugged and lay in bed, the light in the room turned off. The only light now was moonlight coming from the windows.

She might as well satisfy herself no matter the circumstance. Under the covers of her bed, she shed her shorts and slid the egg vibrator onto her clitoris. She closed her eyes and turned it on.

Her thoughts wander afield. They gather on a familiar track. She would be with a man and a woman. Their faces were obscured in this track. The woman's labia would be over her mouth and trimmed pubic hair tickled her nose. The smell of fresh-cut citrus came to mind. The man she imagined is thrusting into her. On the rougher side, he plunged deep. She felt a deep welling inside her and then…

She sighed as the pleasure filled her. She turned off the vibrator and put it away. Tired from her orgasm, she fell asleep.