>Muahahahahahaa!
>I tower over the little insects as they scurry through the streets.
>Their streets before, but now MY streets!
>My whole world!
>I lunge forward, raising my leg behind me like a punter going for a 100 yard field goal, and bring it forward with all the wrath of Andrew Blaze in a Weiss market!
>SWWwwooooosshhhh-BANG!
>My foot sends a fully-loaded semi-tanker flying through the air, and the gust of wind from my kicking leg blows in doors and windows, worse than the very worst an F5 tornado can give!
>The truck crashes into the ground, crushing a dozen planarians under it's steely mass, before rupturing, and igniting in a great smoky fireball as big as some of the nearby buildings.
>I laugh again at the sight of the little maggots scrambling around, flames leaping from their burning clothing, and melting flesh.  
>In their terrible pain, and blind panic, they latch on to their fellow grubworms, setting them alight, too!
>”YAAASSSSSS! SSSLLLAAAYYY QQUUEEEENNNNNN!!!11!!!” I say, striding forward again;
>Stomp!...
>Stomp!...
>my footsteps making the very earth itself shake, as I stride over the vermin below.
>Some flee into the cement edifices of nearby skyscrapers, foolishly thinking such children's toys could provide any protection from ME.
>I laugh at their stupidity, and raise my arm for a mighty blow!
>The sound of rending metal, and disintegrating concrete tears through the city's canyon-like streets, as the building's facade falls, cleaved away beneath my onslaught.
>The screaming red click beetles within serenade me with their terror,
>so to make their song even sweeter, I reach in my colossal arm to sweep them out by the scores.
>Desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and mewling caterpillars emerge, only to plummet to their deaths many stories below.
>The business-casual smears on the pavement bring a glint to my eyes, and haughty laugh to my throat!
>The business casual not-yet-smears gaping at me in unadulterated fear from the crumbling floors, huddle in fervent, futile hope that my wrath may be sated, or that I may not notice them.
>They are wrong, but their pathetic prostration may buy their lives, nonetheless as I turn my attentions back to the streets, so that I might bask in their silent awe, and howls of fear at my further rampage.
>My gargantuan roar of triumph echoes over the city, shattering windows, and eardrums alike.
>Such is the fate of those who would defy QUEEN GINDORAH! 
>The edifice of another nearby building explodes into fragments of supersonic masonry,
>but not by my hand!
>The ridiculous little slugs are actually trying to fight back!
>Little lines of toy tanks rush forth, their tiny “cannons” flaring and spitting like impotent dicks!
>Destructive to the very buildings and  drones they're trying to protect,
>utterly useless against ME!
>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH, LITTLE ANTS?
>”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
>”AHAHAHAHAHA!” 
>I spread my legs, and hold my fists at my sides like a Karateka's horse stance, breathing in, deeply. >Preparing to wipe the aphids from existence with my golden plasma-arc!
>”DIE SCREAMING, CRICKETS!”
>The words of doom bellow forth with all my might, as my beam is about to fly...
“JUNIPER!
>As my beam is about to fly...
“Juniper, where are you hiding now?”
>Fuck.
>Quickly I put my broom to the dirty floor, and pretend that I've been sweeping popcorn into my dustpan the whole time.
>That mother fucker has the worst timing.
“JUNIPER!”
>FUCK!
>”I'm in here, boss, sweeping. Like I've been doing since I took the trash out.”
“I told you to come find me when you were done, not hide in the theaters like a recluse.”
>”I'm working, what does it matter?”
“It matters because I have other tasks that take priority over this. You'll never become a productive member of society if you can't learn to work hard and prioritize!”
>Ok, boomer.
>”Uggghhhhhhh.”
“Whatever, I don't have time for your attitude right now. They need help up at concessions, so get moving.”
>What a fucking boomer.


>”One pair-set.”
>Be me
>The most astoundingly talented actress across all the land.
>Beep-Beep-Beep goes the register as my fingers press its keys.
>My uncle is a big time director
>And I'm hot.
>”Did you want butter, and salt, or caramel flavor?”
>So hot.
>You'd think I'd be a shoe-in for some big role.
“Ummmmmm....”
>I'd even deign to perform a minor one, just to get my foot in the door.
>Instead I'm working at the fucking movie theater in the fucking mall,
>waiting on simps and karens to make up their fucking minds about whatever fat-pills they want to stuff their faces with at that particular moment.
“H-honey, ww-what do you waaant?”
>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
>They both look up at me
>”Oh, I said that out loud. Sorrryyyy.”
>Roll my eyes.
>They still just stare at me. 
>The skinny little guy looks like he's about to wet himself.
>The fat cunt with spikey hair glares at me out of her fat fucking frog face.
>FFS.
>”Let me guess,” I begin. “You -” I point to the so-called man “- want a soy latte and some unflavored popcorn, because salt is just waaayyy too spicy, and we don't have any avocado butter, but it doesn't matter what you want because you -” I level my finger at Queen Jool “-are going to suck it all down your gaping Sarlac-pit, anyway!”
“W-wwwrr, bbr-brbrbrrr...”
>she begins to sputter and blubber in rage.
>Heh. Score.
>Soiboi looks like he's about to cry, and hambeast might just have a heart attack!
“MRBELRLERLFMWRRLLLET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”


>So, yeah, that probably wasn't the best idea,
>but it sure felt good.
>The manager was pissed, and said the only reason he didn't fire me was because of my uncle. 
>Instead, he gave me a broom and a dustpan and told me to go clean by the emergency exits.
>Fine, whatever.
>It gets me away from the counter, and it's not like I'm gonna do much cleaning, anyway.
>Fuck all that peasant shit.
>Down the hall I go, and I can feel that jerkoff's eyes on me all the way.
>You just know he's looking at my ass.
>Take a picture old man, it'll last longer.
>It'll even be worth something one day when I'm finally famous.
>At last I make it to the end, and swing around the corner.
>Ahh, some privacy!
>A little further, and I'm at the fire exit.
>It's a big steel door with a panic bar that only opens one-way, as if there's any other kind.
>I look left, and right, making sure nobody can see me, and push the door open.
>Stepping halfway through, I let it sort of close on me, holding it open with my body.
>I look around again, and the coast is clear, out here, too.
>That's not surprising, it is pretty cold this time of year.
>Bare branches reach up into the gray sky fitting my morbid mood perfectly.
>Out comes my flask, and with a few swigs of delicious, piney goodness, the world looks a little more fair.
>But you know what? Fuck standing.
>Reaching inside for my handy-dandy dustpan to prop the door open,
>I step out into the brisk air, and set the door just so, before sitting on the nearby electrical transformer protruding from the ground.
>It's green, and hums, and is pleasantly warm through my clothes.
>Mmmm, my eyes close as my mind drifts off.
>That slight vibration, too.
“Juniper?”
>”What!” I shout with a start.
“Juniper, it is you.”
>It's Sunset. And she brought those girls I put in the mirror. Great.
>Suddenly I want another swig of gin more than anything, but you just know these bitches would rat me out.
“Hey Juniper, we're in a bit of a spot.”
>”You don't say?” I deadpan.
“Yeah!”
>shouts the pink one, both her body, and her massive tits bouncing up and down, each with minds of their own.
“We reeeeeaaaaally wanted to see a movie, but our onlyfa...”
“She means our tutoring gigs...”
>interjects the white one.
“...haven't...ummm...”
>That was the yellow girl, hiding behind her hair.
“…”
“...”
>”UUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...”
>They all look to Sunset as one, as if waiting to be told what to do.  
>Look at them. They hang on her every word, like she's some kind of idol.
>She's a poseur! Why can't they see that?
>”WHAT do you WANT?” 
“Well, we were hoping you'd let us in the back here.”
>I silently scoff at them with my eyes.
“We could make it up to you, Darling.”
>Make it up to me? What's that supposed to mean?
>Oh, right, rumor has it they like to pretend to be whores.
>Like, that's soooo mature, and worldly.
>Fucking poseurs.
>We'll see about that.
>My over-the-glasses sneer turns into an evil smile.
>I only hope they can feel the malice.
>”Ok, fine, I'll let you in, but you have to show me your pussy, Sunset.” 
>Ha! this'll get her, and then they'll all see what a poseur their “idol” really is!
>”Right here, in front of everyone,” I continue without pause, my smile deepening in anticipation of her inevitable failure, and humiliation. “Lift up your skirt, right now, and show us all everything you've... ”
“Ok.”
>And her skirt comes up,
>and my jaw goes down.
>She pulls it up, all the way to her tits,
>and she's just holding it there.
>And she really isn't wearing panties!
>Wtf!
>She spins around, and wiggles her bare vag at her friends.
>They all laugh, and lift their skirts too.
>Somehow, even the ones with something on under their skirts look just as lewd as she does;
>lips dangle around the edges, while fur and bare mound alike show through the transparent fabric of what could only loosely be called underwear!
>What the fuck is going on!
>T-these WHORES!
“Are you gonna let us in now?”
>”Umm...yeah, I-I guess.”
>I numbly stand aside, and hold the door open for them.
>Just. 
“Thanks Junie!”
>one of them says with a wink, and lifts up her skirt to flash me, again.
>She didn't even look around to see if anyone else was there.
>What a whore!
>Wtf did I just watch? WTF! And why do I feel this way?
>A couple more sips of delicious gin later and I was feeling a lot better.
>It was still cold, and the wind still moved the empty branches against the overcast sky,
>but man I was feeling so much warmer,
>from deep down inside.
>It was probably time for me to get back in before the boss came around wondering where I'd gone, anyway.
>Go back in, close the door and stare at the broom awkwardly.
>Those whores.
>Those WHORES!
>At the other end of the hall I can see where the movie posters are hanging from the wall,
>with those little thots printed in the corner.
>Even from here I can see their smug little faces grinning at me!
>Mocking me!
>”UGH!”
>I should be on those posters
>All of them, not just the Daring Do ones.
>Instead I'm...here!
>”Fuck,” I mutter to myself, and stare at the floor even harder.
>The carpet's fucking filthy.
>sweep sweep
>sweep sweep
>Still filthy.
>Good enough.
>It's time for another break.
>I mope my way back up the hallway, dragging the broom on the disgusting floor.
>I reach the bathrooms, and in I go.
>It's empty, thank god.
>Stare at myself in the mirror.
>What the hell went wrong?
>Why am I working as a fucking theater bitch while those sluts are already in a movie?
>I'm the one related to a famous director!
>I'm hotter too!
>And I have class!
>With a frown, I stand up taller, and my cardboard hat shifts unexpectedly.
>Fuck you, I glare while setting it back atop my head properly.
>”I have class!”
>Putting my hand on my hips, I arch my back and thrust out my chest.
>Force myself to smile.
>Mom always said I have a cute smile.
>I look myself up and down again,
>and suddenly I don't have to force myself quite so hard.
>I AM hot, and I have connections, so what gives?
>Well, I realize with a renewed frown, I answered my own question didn't I?
>It's because they're sluts
>It's gotta be. What else could it be?
>Why else would they have even been invited to the studio in the first place?
>As eager as they were to show me their twats just to see a free movie, I bet they fucked everyone and their little dogs too, to get a part in one!
>”Humph!” I turn this way and that, eyeing my figure in the dirty mirror.
>My tits are a lot perkier, even in this stupid uniform!
>I could be a slut, too if I wanted to be.
>What's so great about showing off your body anyway?
>I look around the bathroom, to make sure nobody else is in it.
>Left,
>right,
>the coast is clear, and I'm already blushing behind my glasses at the thought of what I'm about to do.
>A sweep of my hand moves my little red vest aside, and I look around again:
>left,
>right,
>the coast is still clear, so I watch my hand go to my collar, next, and my buttons fall open at its touch.
>From top to bottom, one after another, my shirt inching open, until the stripes of my bra come into view.
>It's dark red, white, and green, with a little bow between the cups.
>It was a present from my mom, my very first training bra, and it still fits after all these years.
>Now the buttons are open all the way down to my little striped apron tied around my skirt.
>I look around again, left, and right, and catch my own eyes in the mirror;
>I'm flushed as red as a watermelon jolly rancher!
>Left, and right, I look, as my hands reach for my bra, and...
>UP! 
>My breath catches in my throat as I see my little buds staring back at me from the mirror.
>My tits are out!
>My tits are out!
>I may have let out a little “EEP!” as I furiously tugged my bra back down and began to rebutton my shirt.
>Or I may not have, I was a little too worked up to be sure, and there was nobody else to hear.
>Buttons, buttons, buttons! I've gotta button up again!
>My fingers shake and tremble, and suddenly, with my shirt closed back up to my bra again, they stop.
>That was AWESOME!
>My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel a little weak in the knees.
>The kind of thoughts running through my mind are not the kinds of thoughts a starlet should think!
>But they are, and I smile lecherously at my reflection.
>Can I really do this?
>Someone could come in any moment!
>That very thought makes my knees bend, and I have to lean my hips into the counter to catch myself.
 >”Y-yesss!” I hiss excitedly as I bite my lower lip.
>I need to be fast!
>With quick, ragged breaths, my hands move furiously, all but ripping open my shirt, spilling out my girls for all the world to see,
>if they were lucky enough to stumble into the bathroom.
>”Ha! H-haa!”
>Somehow, even though I'm literally shaking, and my face feels like it's on fire I manage to take out my phone.
>With fingers trembling, and face burning I raise it, and sight myself in the camera app.
>BOOM,
>BOOM,
>BOOM, 
>my heart is fucking deafening, how can they not hear that at the counter?
>”Ha-Ha-Ha...haaaaaaaa!”
>Click.
>My vision darkens around the edges a little bit. Holy fuck!
>Looking down at my phone, I see my naked breasts staring back at me, my phone in one hand, and the other in an awkward peace sign...I don't remember doing that, lol!
>But sweet holy fuck, that's so hot!
>Hmph! I knew I could do it if I wanted to, I think as I make myself decent.
>But I'm not like those harlots...even if it was a lot of fun.
>A little splash of water on my face and I'm ready to go back out on the floor.
>For once, I'm feeling invigorated!
>But this picture...should I save it or delete it?
>My thumb hovers over the option.
>Fuck it, I'm not gonna send it to anyone, and that was a lot of fun. 
>Saved!
>Hah!
>Eat a bag of dicks, sluts, I can be just as lewd as you, but I don't need to be.
>I'm better than you.
>lol.


>Dear Diary,
>Current Mood: ANGRY!
>Why, you may ask?
>Because I had to work again today.
>It really fucking sucked.
>Like, don't they fucking know who I am?
>How dare they try to make me fit into the normgroid mold, I'm fucking so much better than them.
>I deserve better than this shit!
>As the late Eric Harris once said “I hate the fucking world.”
>What an inspiration.
>I would have killed to have met the guy.
>I think we would have connected on so many levels.
>Everyone on this pathetic, putrid planet needs to be fucking slaughtered.
>Do you know what that fucking boomer at work did?
>He fucking ignored me!
>Yeah, ok, that sounds a little egotistical, but only because you need context.
>See, I went in to work like usual, as if I have nothing better to do,
>and he wanted me to clean out the popcorn hopper.
>IKR?
>It's fucking gross, and greasy and makes me smell like butter all damned day long.
>And he wanted ME to do it! As if!
>Well, do you remember when I told you about those sluts flashing their dumb slag cunts just to see a movie? 
>I remembered it too, and as hot as I am, I knew could do better than those whores, without even having to show half as much,
>and he's just some fucking boomer anyway. 
>You just know he keeps me around not because of how awesome I am, but because he likes to look at me in my cute little uniform.
>Nobody rocks that shit like me.
>I am totally awesome though.
>So I'm on to his pathetic little swash of degenerate deviancy, and I think to myself, “if I have to put up with him anyway, I might as well use his hormones to my advantage,” you know?
>So I,
>I,
>THE Juniper Montage, the Fabulous, up-and-coming diva extraordinaire, deign to brighten his grotesque little sewer-troll life with my grace and beauty.
>I unbutton my collar, and put my hands on my hips, and reeeaalllyyy stick out my chest, just like I did in the bathroom,
>only, you know, with my top still on because I'm better than those sluts, and he's just not worth any more than that, you know?
>He should count his fucking stars.
>I still fucking smile at him, even though I want to blow his fucking head off with a shotgun named Mackenzie, and my vest falls away from my tits, and I bet he could even see my bra through my shirt if that Herbert-impersonator looked hard enough,
>But! 
>He!
>Didn't!
>That little shit didn't even look at me!
>He didn't recognize the sex goddess I am!
>The Venus, the fire, the desire!
>All in one fucking unbelievable package!
>Like he couldn't see the fucking diamond glittering in front of his ungrateful ass,
>and he still wanted me to do that peasant shitwork, too!
>I was so fucking mad I almost stormed out right then and there.
>How dare that scruffy little pityfuck ignore me!
>...
>”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh.”
>I put my pen down and roll off the bed.
>Normally writing my diary is a great way to decompress from the nonsense of life among these mortals
>but just putting that shit down on paper is making me livid again.
>How fucking dare he!
>Pacing around the room I catch my reflection in the mirror.
>Walk over to it.
>The little teddy bears on my jammies  look back at me.
>They're cute, like me.
>I turn this way, and that, checking myself out with my most critical of critical eyes.
>What's his fucking problem anyway?
>I'm damned good looking!
>My jammies are buttoned all the way to the top, like they're supposed to be.
>I undo the first button, and can totally see my collarbone.
>Once again, I thrust out my chest, and I just don't understand it.
>Why didn't it work?
>what's not to like?
>I can even see my nipples poking up under the fabric.
>They feel so good rubbing the soft inside of my flannel top.
>So good, in fact I want to go a little bit further. 
>A couple more buttons fall away, unclasped, and with a little push from my fingers, now my cleavage is showing.
>It's smooth, and soft, and deliciously flat.
>Udders are SO last year!
>Up on my tippy-toes, so my slender legs look even longer, hips swaying this way, and that.
>Left and right, left and right, then I turn all the way around, bending at my hips and shaking my ass in the mirror
>”Slut”
>A little frisson of excitement runs down my spine as the words leave my lips.
>Shake my ass again.
>That looks good too.
>And it feels even better.
>”You slut!” I whisper harshly at myself.
>A little thrill shoots up my spine, and makes my nipples tingle.
>I bite my lower lip at the blushing girl looking back at me.
>Damn I'm hot, I've got it all:
>glorious flat chest, wasp waist, and nice round hips;
>perfection.
>The blushing girl is still staring at me.
>”Can I do this?” I ask her.
>Hell yes, she answers back.
>I push my jammie-pants half-way down my ass, so the top of my panties comes out.
>They're cotton, with a plain elastic waistband, and covered with Winx Faeries. 
>I've had those since forever; they're my favorites!
>Also, Musa Bestfaerie.
>wiggle wiggle
>”Slut.”
>wiggle wiggle
>I'm such a naughty girl!
>I bet I can even...
>My fingertips slide along the curve of my ass, and beneath the band of my panties.
>I push them further down, fingertips following the curve of my backside until I can wrap them all the way around to my underass.
>A little squeeze, and a little butt-lift, and there's another little, automatic smile, too.
>”I am so groping myself.”
>The thought turns me on and I can't help but arch my back, tilting my pelvis and looking over my shoulder as the panties finish rounding my ass, and fall all the way to my ankles.
>”Hmmmmmm. I'm such a naughty girl. Such a slut.”
>I bend over a little further, arch my back a little more, and yes!
>There, I can see my snatch peeking out from down below.
>I keep my hands on my butt, and start to squeeze, and knead it, spreading myself, even stepping one leg out of my panties to get my legs further apart.
>I don't know if it's normal for massaging your own ass to make you horny but I don't care.
>Damn I'm hot!
>SLAP!!
>...
>Holy shit that was loud!
>I look worriedly over at my door, and yeah, ok, it's closed like it should be, but did I lock it?
>A sinking feeling bottoms out my stomach, and I'm suddenly very aware of my ears.
>They're burning, and red, and why the fuck am I so aware of them?
>FUCK!
>I hurry across the room as fast as my naked legs can carry me, inadvertently kicking my panties across the carpet in my haste.
>Seize the doorknob in both hands like it's that boomer's throat. 
>Click
>The sinking feeling in my tummy instantly does a 180 into fluttering butterflies and sunny afternoons.
>I'm still so hot and excited, and...it...
>feels kind of good.
>”Hahaha,” that laugh sounded so nervous I could cringe.
>Wtf?
>”Whew, lass.
>”Alone at last. Nobody's barging in unannounced now.”
>What was that twinge?
>Did I really just feel sad about that?
>Look back at the mirror
>The girl inside isn't blushing anymore, but she is half naked, her top mostly unbuttoned, and her undervag looking out from under her top.
>”Are you a slut, Juniper?” I ask myself with a scowl, which quickly turns into a smile.
>”No, I'm only having a little fun.”