Darbie

(disclaimer-scat [in the first section] & Darbie being Darbie ahead.)

They were all gathered around the table, eating their steaks and their salads.

"Hey, Jace."

"Yes?" One of the guys looked up. Darbie was smiling.

"Stand up, and take off your pants. Then take a shit on Arianna's plate."

Jace glanced at his beautiful girlfriend Arianna, who sat next to him, then stood up, working his jeans down.

The smile never left the girl's face as Jace breathed a grunt of relief, then laughed at a joke from A.J. while pulling his pants up and sitting back down, ass once again situated away from Arianna's face as normal. He went straight back to hounding his fellow football player for his earlier fumble as Arianna took out her phone and started recording herself on video, pointing it at her face and the plate below her.

"I am eating shit. Look at this. I am literally eating shit."

"That's right," Darbie said under her breath, where no one could hear her. "You are. Now, actually eat it."

Arianna shot an innocent smile at the camera, cheeks puffing at a held giggle as she sent looks at her girl friends around her. They were all halfway to tears, as if in on the most hilarious joke. The pure-hearted. church girl redhead looked back at her phone lens, smiling with smugly raised brows. "Now, I'm going to actually eat it."

And without further ado she did just that. The pretty girl lifted up her fork, poked into a crop of the brown, reeking pie, and gracefully entered it into her mouth. It was only an audible swallow later when she pronged the fork clean from her lips, and admitted a knowing look to the camera.

"Mmm," she dramatically husked, "tasty!" Subsequently causing the other girls to burst out laughing, able to hold their unified hilarity no longer as Arianna pressed send on the phone and circulating it all over her social networks.

Told you you would eat shit one day, Arianna. Darbie quietly exited the booth and left the restaurant, though not before making one of the waitresses take off her panties and throw it into one of the customer's bowls of soup, which he proceeded to drink then offer enthusiastically to his wife for a taste, both of them finding their new favorite dish. Told you. And you did.

The slightly frazzled-looking, eye dilating girl pushed through the doors uttering not a single word beyond her capricious smile.

Banging fists made Willis shake. This was no different, as the mug wobbled against the General's desk.

"WHAT? What do you mean 'she escaped'?!"

"I -- "

"Does that mean she actually went past you guys, and you knew it!?"

"Y-yes, but..."

"NO BUTS!" The flattop-donning, heavily built man sat back into his chair and, after an unbearable silence, resigned with a long exhalation of I'm-getting-too-old-to-be-stressed-about-this-crap irascibility. Pinned to his uniform was a row of metals, from civil recognition to field achievements that would break an Olympian medalist turned SEAL. He just swiveled his back to his feeble, hand-wringing subordinate, his own hardy arms wrapped behind his head. "You fucked up, Willis."

"I know, sir. I'm sorry."

The General just scoffed. "Don't apologize to me," he sighed, looking off into the unforeseeable distance. "Apologize to whatever poor bastard she has it out for. And then, apologize to the world."

"I'm sorry, sir. Er, I mean, Earth. Or--"

"Willis?"

"Yes sir!"

"Shut the fuck up."

Willis opened his mouth. After giving it a second thought, he shut it back closed, and the two occupied the shadowed, sleek room in an ominous silence for what seemed like an hour.

Some people, she guessed, called it crazy. Nutty. 'Not all there'.

She -- Darbie -- she called it freedom.

Absolute, unabated, cream melting freedom.

A gleam passed over her eye as she watched the front arch of her old high school swing past her head, and the familiar, ringing sound of a bell echoed through the faculty-, student-filled vicinity.

Darbie elected to pay them a visit. Maybe make some changes to school policy. It was hilariously easy. So easy! And all at the small, mere cost of a little rear-cortex tickle. Here, there, nobody cares.

Oh, she loved it.

Who didn't love being free?