You Blow Off Work

Parking in the company's lot, you touch up your lipstick, wanting to look your hottest when you strut in there and make your moves on Curtiss, but as you put another coat of the GothPunk purple on your lips, it has a noticeable effect on your mind. What the fuck are you thinking? Work? Why the fuck should you go to some fucking job when you could go somewhere else and have some fun instead? Sure, you still care about the company, but you aren't their prisoner. Oddly, something about that last thought makes you think that you had been, at some point, but it's hard to remember.

You then peel out of the parking lot, thinking about where you want to go. You think back to that Goodwill guy and smile. Maybe you could get others to obey you in some more perverted ways. Or maybe you could go pay a visit to some friends or family, and get them to wear some of this make-up. It'd be hot to have some more women around wearing GothPunk purple. Thinking of family, your mind drifting towards that hot little lesbian slut Liza, you briefly wonder what her goody-goody parents are thinking, now that their pious religious daughter is nothing of the kind. While it was Renna who suggested you wear GothPunk purple, it was Liza's idea to give you a make-over in the first place. If you hadn't, maybe you would never have used the GothPunk lipstick. You feel like you should repay the favor. Turn Liza's mother and sisters into Goth sluts just like you.

Elsewhere, the company is concerned and displeased by the fact that you haven't shown up for work and places many calls and texts to you. But you ignore them.