The Scarlett Lolita: Tales of Cry

Chapter One-2

Shelly ran past a withered, leafy colored building. She ran up the stairs on the side of the building passing a plaque that said, "Control and Abuse Center."

Totally out of breath, Shelly burst into the pristine white lobby, digging into her purse for her ID badge. The security guard eyed it and let her through. She strolled through the security check and turned left to a double edge door, her fingers tugging back the wild strands of hair defying gravity. She hesitated to put her hands on the handle and took a deep breath. She pulled it open to find a group of women seated in a circle. Strawberry, a woman in her mid-thirties with painted overalls, sneered at Shelly.

"You're late again, Ms. Row," she said agitatedly.

"I'm sorry, Strawberry," Shelly offered, sliding hesitantly into an empty chair.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again," Strawberry’s eyes narrowed as she whipped out a pen and paper.

"People attend these meetings because they need help, and if you are one of these people, then be here," she jotted down some notes. The other women watched as Shelly slid further into her chair.

"So, what did you do last night, Ms. Row?" Strawberry grinned at Shelly directly.

"I… went home after our session and went to bed," Shelly said nervously.

"You're here because of your condition. You’re hyper-sexually active," Strawberry poked the paper.

"I'm getting better; I promise I had a little slip" Shelly anxiously toyed with her ponytail.

"I believe this started for you at a young age," Strawberry shifted in her seat, her eyes boring into Shelly.

‘Damn her for always knowing when to push this s**t over my window,’ Shelly thought to herself. The eyes of the other women darted fearfully between Strawberry and Shelly.

Strawberry dropped the pad to the floor, "you've had many slips.”

“Yes, Mama,” Shelly bit her lower lip.

“You’re here because you went down on a cop when he pulled you over for a ticket a month ago," Strawberry nearly sneered. “Some would consider that incident their rock bottom.”

Shelly rolled her eyes, stared out the window, "it wasn't my fault, he said ‘cuff or tight?’ I thought he was talking about s*x," Shelly teased. Strawberry was not amused.

"Do you understand, Ms. Row, that if you don't pass this class, you will get jail time?" Strawberry's voice was steely.

Shelly didn’t respond.

"You try my patience - being so young and so full of disrespect,” she peered at Shelly

still staring out the window.

“I know you're barely twenty-one, but I believe in you, and think you’re better than this," worry filled Strawberry's voice.

"It's the rush from feeling wanted… the high I get from s*x that can't be explained. Especially with strangers,” Shelly studied the floor. “I find myself wanting to eat them out and… last night made me feel so hot," her eyes beamed and she tilted her head to the side, humming.

"All those men wanting to taste my woo-hoo is appetizing. I had ten last night and it felt so good," Shelly felt like she was on fire.

Her lips puckered together. She leaned forward, shifting her legs in her seat. "The feel of a d**k moving into my sexy lady is undeniably so damn good…" Shelly leaned against the chair, put her hand into her pants, biting her bottom lip. She shut her eyes and began to moan.

The woman sitting next to Shelly scooted her chair a few inches back, eyes widening. Strawberry stood up, grabbing her pad as Shelly continued to masturbate. She moaned out loud as she climaxed. Strawberry hit her on the head with the pad. The loud smack filled the room. Shelly stopped fingering herself.

Strawberry loomed over Shelly, hit her forehead again, "you can't f**k yourself in here, Ms. Row," she sneered bitterly at Shelly.

"This is a place to share feelings,” Strawberry’s eyes flare. “Go to the bathroom," she turned and went back to her seat, “clean yourself up.”

Shelly slouched in her seat, rubbing her head. “No need,” she whispered.

She touched her lips with her hand while eyeing a lipstick in her open purse. Her hand itched to pick it up. ‘Sometimes I wonder if they even hear me,’ she thought to herself as she pulled the cherry tube from her open bag.

Shelly smeared her lips with the vivid crimson as she looked at each woman in the circle – studying their imperfect skin and gaudy clothes. Her fingers gradually went back down between her legs, her eyes glazing with pleasure.

Shelly leaned up as Strawberry came closer to her. Strawberry tapped her stack of papers over Shelly's head. Strawberry tapped her foot on the floor. She blew a whistle and the women got up to leave.

Strawberry went to a record player at the edge of the room. She pulled out a record of Lady Gaga and placed it on the record player, moved the hand over to the middle, playing a song, "Bad Romance." The record player's hand played the song. Strawberry touched her skin and turned around to see Shelly still in her seat with a distant gaze on her face.

Strawberry walked over to her as Shelly played with her hair, “you know Shelly, class is already over and you may excuse yourself from my presence,” she huffed.

Shelly's eyes hazed as she refocused her face onto Strawberry. "What did you say?" she said, slightly confused.

"Class is over and you should leave," Strawberry sat down next to Shelly.

"Oh sorry, I will be leaving soon” Shelly said quietly.

As Shelly got up, Strawberry grabbed her by the hand, "you have to understand why you are here, Shelly, because you are difficult to diagnose and no one seems to be able to define what you are,” her eyes peeked at Shelly’s breasts.

“Is it possible that you are doing this for attention?" Strawberry squeezed her hand tightly.

Shelly pulled her hand away from Strawberry. "you're only my advisor and nothing more! How is it possible to understand me fully when no one wants to deal with me?"

Strawberry slapped Shelly across her face. "How dare you? I'm trying to help you get out of this rut you're in. You're here because you need to understand what your condition is,” her eyes twitched softly. “You might have borderline personality disorder but you need to understand your condition doesn't define you,” she replied cheerlessly.

Shelly sighed and looked away, "I accept being a nymph and it gives me pleasure. I can't help myself," she beamed.

Strawberry sauntered over to her seat and picked up a file.

She flipped through the documents and saw Shelly's picture in the file, “you need to address your issues and not hide anymore."

Shelly dug into her purse and popped a Chicklet gum into her mouth. She rolled the gum around her tongue. The sunlight shined through the room. The record player finished the song. Strawberry got up to put the record back to the beginning.

Strawberry turned around and fired the file at Shelly. "you're a troubled woman with a past and I get that, but try coming to my class not over sexed! You've been coming here for months and we haven't made any progress,” she stared at her for a long moment.

A beeping sound came from Shelly's purse. She opened her bag and began digging around. A loud beeping sound went off again and Strawberry strolled back over to Shelly. A smile emanated on her face as she batted her eyelashes. Shelly let the feeling wash over her as she read the text: "Shelly, I need you."

Strawberry snatched her phone from her.

"Give me my phone!" Shelly rose angrily from her seat.

"Those men you commit yourself to only want your body, Shelly!" Strawberry said.

"What does it have to do with anything?” Shelly looked at the phone in Strawberry’s hand, “they are just men who fulfill my need."

"They misuse you Shelly, and you walk away feeling empty,” Strawberry pleaded with her eyes. “You told me awhile back how it makes you feel free for a moment, but worthless later,” she crossed her arms. “Do you want to repeat this all over again?" Strawberry stepped back.

“I just want to be free and be loved…" Shelly’s eyebrows furrowed, “I need to feel this way because this is who I am."

"Shelly, ask yourself one last time if this life is for you? Do you feel that you're missing something? You're only twenty-one and you have this condition but you can control it," Strawberry placed the phone in her pocket.

Shelly stepped forward, trying to shuffle through Strawberry's pocket, but Strawberry held her at arm’s length.

"Look at yourself!” Strawberry yelled. “You're scrambling over a phone text! Do you see yourself? Pathetically wanting the affections of men who just use you to f**k them!" She struggled to hold Shelly's hands.

Tears welled in Shelly's eyes, "I don't know any other way to be. This is how I… seek out my own power. I'm a goddess and I need my own heart!" Tears began to stream down Shelly’s face.

Strawberry relaxed. She began to loosen her hold on Shelly. "I thought you would know by now, since you've been coming here for the last six months. I wanted you prove to yourself that your worth is more powerful than this,” her hands gently moved up and down Shelly’s sides, caressed her.

Tears continued to flood down Shelly’s face as she sniffled, "I will always have hyper-sexuality and there is no denying it. It’s an addiction, and it's something I am slowly controlling. But… to just stop all at once… is a killer for me,” Shelly’s voice cracked.

Strawberry released Shelly's arms, pulled out the phone and handed it back to Shelly, "this will tear you apart, Shelly."

Strawberry’s eyes were sad as she turned and walked away from her. She went to the record player to play the song again. Shelly slipped the phone into her pocket. She strode over to Strawberry and hugged her from behind, began to gently kiss her neck. Strawberry leaned her head to the side to give Shelly more access.

Silky lips kissed the bare tops of Strawberry's skin. Tender sounds floated from Strawberry's mouth like angels moaning. Shelly caressed the top of Strawberry's bra through her shirt.

Kissing her ear, Shelly whispered. "I came to this group needing help, and you took an interest in me. We had a thing going on, but I missed what you don't have. Something that I need." Shelly pulled out her phone, showed Strawberry a picture of a man's hard on.

Strawberry's face flushed as she turned around. "You didn't come for a while, and now you want to revisit men? Or you just don't want to come here anymore because of me?"

Shelly caressed the picture with her finger, glanced down at the text, and then looked back up at Strawberry. "Touching and f*****g you was mechanical for me. I need the intensity of a man versus a woman at times, but it’s not the same for me with you Strawberry.” She leaned forward hotly whispering against her ear, “I touch you and I feel nothing but desire to be f****d by a man," soft giggles erupted from her mouth.

Strawberry suddenly slapped her across the face, "how dare you say that? I loved you when you needed a person to talk to. I was there for you because nothing seemed to matter," Strawberry’s eyes welled.

Shelly touched her wine-colored cheek, wiped the tears from her face. "I experimented with you, Strawberry, but I get more sexually fulfilled and thrilled by a man. I can't turn it off. But we can still be—"

Strawberry covered her ears, "don't say you want to be friends when you know I can't. I still love you," she said, stepping back.

“I’ve tried to tell you that a few times, but you don't want to listen to me,” Shelly’s eyes bared her soul as she stared at Strawberry.

Hot tears began to flood Strawberry's face as she cried, "I'm sorry it has to be like this. It was unprofessional to start a relationship with you in the first place.” She gently kissed Shelly’s lips and stepped back.

"You and I… it was fantastic, but I need more than what you can give me," Shelly said tenderly as she wiped Strawberry's tears. She caressed her face sweetly. "I want you to understand that and remember that I will love you always, but as a friend."

As Shelly went to leave, Strawberry pulled her securely, kissed her lips hard. Shelly responded back with full passion for a few seconds before stepping back.

"I can’t come here again, Strawberry," she blew a kiss to her.

Strawberry caught it and wiped her tears away, "you were always my favorite student, Shelly." The younger woman smiled, turned away and quietly slipped out.

As the door closed behind her, Shelly leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath, willing herself not to bust out crying. She blew her bangs from the side of her face and stared at her hands. ‘I will never be the same again if I don't start changing my outlook’ she thought to herself.

A half smile appeared on her face, ‘Maybe one or three was consistent enough but no more. I think I could handle that for now…’

Feeling the stares of male strangers, she pulled her tube of lipstick from her bag and popped open her mirror. Clutching the lipstick like a magic wand – or a good luck charm - she smeared her mouth with a crimson gash, smiled at the men and sauntered out the door.

‘I will never know what their faces are but I will try for a better change,’ Shelly thought.

She examined her luminous pedicure and glossy fingernails, still feeling like a little freak inside. Stepping into the corner pagoda, she pulled out a cigarette and popped it into her mouth. She lit it with a dark emerald lighter. The words "Lady b***h" were written on the outside.

Someone called out, “hey, Babe, there’s no smoking in here!” she replied with a defiant smoke ring.

Male and female patrons openly stared as she grabbed a large bag of cat food and headed to the check stand.

A clerk in his early thirties, with a clean-shaven beard and high eyebrows rang up her item. Shelly smoked to the side, puffing. Her eyes lustfully registered him. She leaned forward, nearly spilling her ample cleavage and batted her eyelashes, as she put twenty dollars down. She licked the corner of her lips in a circular motion. The male clerk audibly gulped as Shelly grabbed the bag of cat food. As she turned away, his eyes ogled her round, apple bottom, wedged tight in her jeans. She pouted her lips and smirked, walking away.

He moved in a trance like state from the register, to the dismay of the other customers waiting in line. The manager hollered at him, but the male clerk ignored them all.

With gem like eyes and a built form, he approached her.

He muttered incoherently, "I'm, I’m… Roger."

Her hand moved through her hair, curling the fine pieces around her fingertips, "I'm Shelly," her voice dipped a little.

“You… ah… forgot your change,” he nearly stuttered.

She took him in with amusement. “that all I forgot?”

He took her hand to kiss it. His cottony moist lips linger on her hand as if wanting to taste her skin, "I would love to get to know you."

Her head tilted upward as she snickered like a valley girl, "sure."

She pulled out a card and handed it to him, catching his eyes, "call me some time," she purred.

He glared down at her card in utter disbelief. She turned around so fast; her hair whipped him across the face.

She left him awash in a gust of fumes -- fresh apples and peaches and desire. He blankly watched her disappearing from him.

The manager broke his drug-like daze, shrieking in his ear, “you’re fired!"

Roger absently pulled off his apron, ran to the door and caught a glimpse of Shelly swaying her hips as she crossed the street.

“Damn, she's fine," he muttered to himself, ogling her.

He watched Shelly getting into a cab, “I’d give up a hell of a lot more than this crappy job just to taste a piece of that," he drooled.