Finally an update! I'm sorry it took so long. I actually forgot this story existed, I'll be honest…. I hope you haven't forgotten about this like I had.

Anyway, here's the next chapter. I'd appreciate reviews. I have the next one written out too, but I'm not posting it just yet. If you go look at my author profile after reading and reviewing this chapter, you will find a very important notice regarding my updating and writing situation. I urge you to take a gander at it, as it may affect you and help you understand my constant come-and-go activity. Thanks!

And with that, here we go. Short chapter, as characteristic of this story. Happy reading!

The Extravagant Lives of Corrupted Men

Ships: StanKyle, KennyBebe, CraigTweek, EricWendy, KevinLiane
Genre: humor, romance, angst, drama… well, pretty much everything.
Warning: slash pairings, swearing, culture-bashing, character death (Kenny, of course!), drug and alcohol usage, smoking… though it's pretty much just anything goes.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Stan is a priest who follows lame stereotypes. Kyle believes in after-hour fantasies. And Kenny? Well. Kenny just paints.

Chapter X

Bebe Stevens returned home late that night quite frustrated, as any woman in her position would be. After all, who wouldn't be riled up after having had to deal with a boss with painstakingly clear issues with women progressing in society? Her boss obviously saw something wrong with that, and she saw something wrong with him seeing something wrong in her potential and previous success. Dealing with it would be no easy task for her, either, though she knew a good hour or so in her relaxing, warm bubble-filled bath would at least help relieve her problems, if not make her forget them altogether.

However, though quite expected of all unexpected visitors, she hadn't quite expected Kenny McKormick to be expecting her expected return by her doorstep.

"Hey sexy, wanna—?"

"Not today, McKormick, I'm pissed off."

"Oh, sorry Babe, wanna tell me about it?"

"…name's Bebe, not Babe." Kenny merely shrugged, reaching behind him and pulling out a wrapped something from the darkness.

"I got you something," he said, smiling. "As requested, a magnificently slashed picture of the once inseparable duo-of-all-time from our high school days… amidst their hot make-up sex session." He handed it over to Bebe, who in turn opened the door to her house and let the both of them in. Kenny quickly found himself seeking comfort in her amazingly comfy couch, while she examined the painting under a bluish-tinted fluorescent light in the kitchen.

"Pretty good job," Bebe said at last, though she had to repeat herself over the television Kenny had just turned on. "Since when did you paint? I didn't know you had artistic talent."

"Since I started needing money," Kenny said almost automatically. "Anyway, I hope you're happy. I was going to ask you to hop into that swimsuit so I could start painting, but since you seem a little stressed out…."

"I'm sorry," Bebe apologized, though Kenny had no real way of knowing how serious or sincere she was. So, instead, Kenny invited her over to the couch, where both began to watch a rather interesting lineup of old cartoons.

After some time: "Wanna talk about it?"

So Bebe did. She went on about many things. About her boss Adam. About the double standard in her work. About her frustration. About never being able to get a promotion. And, in turn, Kenny sweet-talked and BS'ed advice, both thrown in her direction, and she'd always nod and continue on.

Sucking up to people's likening was Kenny's strongpoint, after all.

In the end, Bebe felt a lot better. Kenny could tell. And so….

"Well, I guess I'll be off. Let me know when you're ready to start painting… preferably soon since I still need the money. I'll give you the thirty dollars then."

"Oh, don't worry about the thirty dollars, you need the money," was Bebe's response. "In fact, I'll pay you thirty dollars myself… for the painting."

"Oh, you don't have to…!"

"I insist. In fact…." She glanced at the clock in the kitchen. "I was planning on climbing into the tub for a long warm bath. If you have your painting stuff…."

Kenny smirked. "I'll be right back."

-

Four men returned home that evening.

The first felt relieved. Having just come from an emotionally straining circumstance, he entered his abode and fell upon his couch. A motivational speaker spoke in the background, but he did not listen to it. Instead his mind was thrown in confusion. His mind was filled with thoughts of him, why they fell apart, why he was angry at him…. None of it made sense to him. Nor did he want it to.

The second felt pained. Having just come from a gratifyingly stimulating circumstance, he entered his house and fell upon his bed. A doorbell rang in the background, but he did not answer it. Instead his mind was thrown in anger. His mind was haunted with images of him, how touching him felt, how much he wanted to feel it yet again…. None of it seemed to go away. Nor did he want them too.

The third felt ecstatic. Having just come from a sexually charged circumstance, he entered his shack and fell upon his brother's cot. Crickets hummed in the background, but he did not listen to it. Instead his mind was thrown in uncertainty. His mind was filled with the sickening images of her face in mid-orgasm, how disgusted he felt, yet how relieved he'd be getting something out of it…. The complexity of that emotion didn't quite make sense to him. He didn't really care to, either.

The last man. Oh, that last man.

He felt nothing. Sure, he had just come from a rather lucky circumstance. But as he entered his abode and found someone else sleeping on his bed, he cared to feel nothing.

His brother's snores reverberated in the background, but he did not listen to it. Instead, his mind was thrown in emotionless and apathetic bliss. His mind was filled with curiosity, how he had managed to score both the Stan and Kyle picture and the Bebe picture in one night. His luck didn't quite make sense to him.

But did he want it to?

Not really.