It's been a year, my humble readers and I've never felt better. My long brunette hair has been cut short red. I'm a little slimmer but, still have an hour glass figure. What I've wearing right now was a very feminine droog look. Everything was white except for the thigh high boots and bowler hat. The outfit was white shorts and a skintight top that exposed my cleavage. I was wearing a mask that covered half my face (it's to conceal our identity), it was all white except on my right eye there were fake lashes I put on myself.
The camera is set, it's main attention was on me then it began to zoom out. It's focus was now on the rest of us, Georgette to my right, Petra to my left, and the girl sitting next to Petra was Diva. They were all dressed in similar fashion with different designs on their masks. Georgette was the one looked more 'decent' then the rest of us. She wore white ripped skinny jeans with a white bra, she's my second in command. Petra looked more like a school girl then a droog with her flowing white mini skirt and her tied in the front loose shirt. She was the comic relief. Lastly was Diva, she almost looked like a muscular prostitute with her skintight white dress and fishnet stockings. She was my muscle when things went bad.
All these girls were criminals just like me. Petra was caught selling weed at the local high school were she was higher then a kite herself. They soon found out she was selling more then just weed, it was every drug in the planet. Georgette was arrested attempted robbery at Tiffany's fine jewelry. She thought everything was right, if would have been if she bothered to take away all the cell phones! Lastly was Diva, she was taken into custody for sexual harassment. She was infatuated with her boss to the point were she attempted to make sexual advances on him. When he confessed he was gay, she was infuriated and ended up raping him. When the cops came they had to taser her several times before they could take her in (see why she's my muscle?)
They were all offered a deal just like I was. Either become famous or be a nobody in prison. The camera has zoomed out even more to the interior of the Milk Bar. I take a sip of the Moloko that's in my hand. Soon the drug in the milk will take its effect on all of us as it did so before many times. It will sharpen us up to get ready for the good old Ultra-Violence!