AN; Okay, so I made a HUGE mistake that I'm too lazy to fix. If you didn't notice it, in the first chapter I mentioned that Blossom was Bubbles sister, but then in chapter three, I wrote our favorite leader girl in as Brick's wife. OOPS! So, to poorly fix the problem, let's all play pretend and say that it was... Belle (the white puff) that's her sister. Sorry for the confusion and not giving enough of a fuck to change it! WARNING: LOOOOONG CHAPTER! (Well, for me, anywho)
Bubbles P.O.V.
Hey! I'm Boomer!
I did a double take to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. This angel-faced man was the brutal, terrifying 'Master' I had been fearing during my short time here? It was almost... dissapointing. But mostly relieving and- creepy.
Thinking about it for more than a few seconds, this man was worse than any ten foot crack head or disgusting old man. Yes, he was worse because his looks gave you a sense of false trust and comfort that made it so much worse when he actually- Well, you know.
I put the walls that had fallen once I had seen the demon in disguise back up and lifted my chin defiantly, crossing my arms stubbornly over my chest.
"I'd introduce myself as well, but you already know me as your newest piece of property." I spat.
How a couple days of this cruel treatment had transformed me from a sweet, fun loving girl to a bitter, untrusting one I had no idea. But I was more than thankful for my change of attitude when Boomer's eyes widened in surprise.
I smiled ruefully. I don't suppose he was used to his purchases being so quick to dislike him. Must of been a real shock for a dumb blonde to see through his caring facade in less than a minute.
"Not too late to return her." Brick muttered, glaring at me.
"No, I think I can whip her into shape." Boomer said with childlike confidence.
"Good luck." Brick chuckled and threw me to the man.
I collided into his solid chest and felt my bravado melt away when his arms wrapped around me.
"I won't be needing it." Boomer called to Brick's retreating figure.
"So," He said, letting all of me go except for my hand, "What do you say you and I head home?"
My voice was stuck in my throat and my heart felt like it was going to spontaneously combust I was so terrified. I couldn't move.
Boomer sighed and said quietly, "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, 'kay? Now let's get out of here."
"Liar," a microscopic piece of my brain whispered, but every other part of it was screaming, "It'll be fine, trust him!"
I took a few shaky breaths before nodding and allowing him to drag me along behind him.
"Mr. Jojo." A steroid junkie, skinhead greeted professionally before opening a door for Boomer and I.
The door slammed shut behind us and the cool night air hit me pleasantly. I sighed in content as the wind whipped my hair around my face and bit into my cheeks.
I had never been one to stay locked up in the house for any long period of time and after being trapped in that forsaken cell for over twenty four hours, this was heaven.
"Sir, madame." A chauffer said, opening the limo's side door and motioning for us to climb in.
I followed Boomer, still choosing to sit in the farthest seat away from him.
Though he looked decidedly giddy to say something, anything to me, he kept his mouth shut during the whole ride to his house, er, excuse me, mansion.
Because the building I saw once I got out of the car was practically a castle and, had I been in any other situation, I would of demanded a princess gown and crown to match.
Boomer laughed at the expression on my face, "C'mon, if you think this is good you should see the inside."
I allowed him to pull me through the doors and inside where we were met with two rows of beautiful women in maid costumes.
The heck?
"Welcome home, Master Boomer." They greeted happily and eerily in sync, curtsying.
"I see you brought a new girl home." A chipper brunette with mesmerizing green eyes chirped, siezing his coat.
"What's her name?" A hyped up, beach babe looking woman asked, handing him a martini.
"She's awful pretty." A red head with spidery long legs said, starting to rub his shoulders.
"Where'd you find this one?" A lady with deadly curves and a slow drawl questioned, shutting the door behind us.
"Girls, girls!" Boomer laughed, "If you would give me a second to explain!"
"Sorry, Master." They chorused with little giggles.
Right when I thought I didn't have the capacity to be suprised after all that had happened... I come face to face with a crowd of girls with Stockholm syndrome, that just happen to share a brain.
"So, who is she?" Beach Babe asked, tugging on both of arms until we sat on the nearby couch.
"Why don't you introduce yourself, doll?" Boomer asked gently, giving me an equally soft smile.
The maids all leaned forward with anticipation at the exact same time and I couldn't help but start thinking that I was in an anime brought to life.
I pushed all A.D.D. thoughts aside and started thinking quickly about how to introduce myself. I couldn't go with my real name, obviously. If- when I got out I didn't want these creepers hunting me down. I wasn't real good with thinking up things on the spot, so when I realized I was taking way too long to answer, I blurted out the first name that popped into my head.
"Beauty." I said, "Beauty... Keane."
The last name was of my favorite teacher and I briefly worried that using her name would get her in trouble but the concern I felt for her faded almost immeadiatly after one of the maids decided to open her mouth.
"Oh god... um, is she, like, mentally handicapped?"
I glared at the long-legged bimbo and had remind myself that she was an idiot to keep my voice level a1d I said, "No, are you, like, capable of not acting like a barbie freaking wannabe?"
Mimicking her voice may have been a bit much, but you try to keep your cool after being accused of being retarded.
"What a bitch." A raven haired woman laughed, suddenly entering the room.
Unlike the other girls, she was wearing baggy pants and a tight tanktop that resembled my own, only lime green instead of blue. She was also, by far, the sexiest person I had ever seen.
I don't usually (meaning ever) think of people as sexy, but pretty or hot wasn't enough to classify the look of the woman before me.
Her pixie cut black hair framed her decidedly angular face that held mysterious green eyes, a little, slightly upturned nose, and thick red painted lips.
"I like her." She continued, winking at me.
"So nice of you to join us, BC," Boomer said with a slight scowl on his face, "Out of uniform again, I see."
She rolled her smokey eyes, "I'm not a doll and you won't make me dress like one, period."
"I'm with her." I interjected, crossing my arms, "I'm not a big fan of lace."
And the little dresses the woman were wearing were littered with it, that and see-through patches.
"Oh, no you don't." The southerner said slowly, putting her hands on both of my shoulders, "I ain't gonna let you corrupt our new recruit, rebel."
BC snorted, "You've got it all twisted, Ysandre. You letting Jailbait follow you and your lipstick mafia girls around like a lost puppy is a hell of alot worse than getting her to dive out of those 'uniforms'."
"Jailbait?" I hissed, outraged, "Just what are you trying to say, hussie?"
She smirked, "Way your acting around Prince Charming here, you're an innocent little thing and from the looks of you, you're about, what, sixteen? Not to mention mention that cute face of yours."
"I'm almost seventeen." I insisted. If seven months could be deemed as almost.
"Whatever you say, Jailbait." She snickered, "Mind if I give the newbie a tour, boss man?"
Boomer's attention was occupied by Pretty Eyes and her equally nice set of breasts that were nearly in his face, so he simply nodded and waved us off.
"C'mon, let's show you around before The Dolls force you into a maid costume." BC said, holding a hand out to me.
Despite my quickly developing trust issues, I liked BC. So, I took her hand and allowed for her to guide me down the hall.
"Wipe that look off your face already!" She snapped at me suddenly, once everyone else was out of sight.
"Huh?" I asked and she rolled her eyes.
"That 'Why me?' face. Getting on my last damn nerve."
I pursed my lips, "It's not a 'Why me?' face, its a 'Holy crap, I'm going to get raped!' face.
"Don't be stupid." She scoffed, "Boomer's a perv, but he doesn't fuck you unless your willing. He's too much of a softy to watch a girl cry... If you're worried about anything bad happening to you here, don't be. Boomer's... he's a really great guy. Picked me up off the streets couple years back. I was in jail for soliciting and he bailed me out and took me home... probably saved my life."
I frowned sympathetically.
After our father died, Belle (AN; Consult the AN at the top!) started soliciting to bring in some extra money around the house. She was a prostitute for a full month before I found out and put a stop to it.
"Why does he buy girls?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
I really didn't want to think about all the things that had happened after the Professor's death.
BC laughed, "Every man has his weakness... Boomer's is pretty faces in bad situations. He can't help himself."
I was still cautious about the man, but the new information BC was feeding me had me gradually beginning to... not like, but tolerate him.
And that was a stretch.
