Yes, I named this chapter after Rule 34 of the internet. And (apparently) Recess is no exception to said rule. Don't ask how I found out, I just did, and it was a very traumatic experience that murdered my childhood in every way possible. *shivers* I didn't even LOOK it just popped out of nowhere. Literally. CANNOT BE UNSEEN.

In other news, I'm on the borderline of the M rating. Just a little. It's necessary, but not TOO much I hope. Just a warning.

Read on!

Journal,

I've been to the moon and back. Dammit all to hell.

~*~V~*~

"Freckles, you still gonna do this?"

"Yeah, I am. You and the others have the whole drug business going on just fine without me. And this makes more money anyways…."

JoJo's talking about the bracelets I'm wearing on my arm again. The girls are gone, so you can imagine what it's like for the guys who finally got to have sex when the girls were here, then having them taken away. I almost feel bad for them. Almost. That goes away after I get their money. I didn't expect it to happen so soon though. I expected that they would make due with their hands for a week or two before coming after me and whoever else did this to. Nope. Day two, they're after me. Perfect time to raise prices.

I'm still wearing the red, orange, and yellow. Not adding any of the other colors. No fucking way. Kissing and fucking is all I'll do. I feel kind stupid for doing this though. Tommy Gun could come out of nowhere and assault me for no reason other than to assault me. That guy isn't serious though is he? He can't be. I know he isn't. He's just playing mind games and shit. Not falling for it nope.

"Well if you gonna whore yourself out, then don't do it in front of Duracell," He said, walking past me and into the room. He came out seconds later holding Duracell. "Her mind doesn't need to be polluted by your whorin'. Watch out for Tommy Gun."

"Yeah, I know," I told him as he walked away. I've been keeping an eye out for Tommy Gun since I put these bracelets on. I haven't seen him anywhere, and I was tempted to let my guard down, but I knew better. I haven't seen any customers all day. Was I wrong about everyone wanting a piece of ass? Hope so. But I usually stay out here for a while before anyone comes over, so I'll wait.

The guards are passing out some papers and the inmates are going crazy for them. The only ones who aren't are the guys. I could see that Bandit got up and got four of them for us. I've never seen the guards hand out any sort of papers to us.

Someone's tugging at one of my bracelets. I'm too busy trying to figure out what the guards are handing out, so a shook it off, but the tugging came back. Guess I should get to work. I turned to see who it was that was bothering me, and behold, it's none other than Tommy.

"What?" I hissed at him.

"So you goin' back to work, huh?" He asked, twirling one of the red bracelets around his fingers. "How much?"

"None of your damn business," I said. I pulled my arm away from him and made sure he couldn't reach it. "Go away before I rearrange your face."

"No, I'm serious. How much," He asked, reaching for the bracelets again. I kept it out of his reach. "C'mon."

"I said no," I told him again. "I don't care how much. I'm not scooping low enough to sleep with you. You might as well stop right now and get away from here."

"You don't care how much…," Said Tommy Gun. He pulled back and reached into his back pocket. I watched as he pulled out a—holy shit that's a big-ass wad of cash. That thing has to be like two inches thick. Those aren't one's either. He shuffled through them I can see that they're all hundred dollar bills, with a few fifty's and twenty's here and there. How in the hell did he get that much money?

"How 'bout this much?" He said, waving the money in front of my face. "That enough?"

…damn. Is that enough? It's a shitload of cash. It would take me three weeks to make that much money. And he's practically handing it over to me. I know I'd regret not taking it. It's fucking huge. I know I shouldn't take it. My morals would go straight down the drain if I said yes to this asshole.

I can't bring myself to say no, but I'm not saying yes either; I'm just stand there, looking as he waved the money in front of me. He wrapped his free arm around my shoulder (I was too focused on the money to push him off) and continued to wave it in front of me as he started to whisper in my ear.

"Get a good look at all that money. It's beautiful, ain't it?" He whispered. "How long would it take you to make this much. A week? Two? Three? A Month? You wanna know how much money this is? I know you do, I can tell by that look in your eyes." He stopped for a moment and pulled the money back with his thumb and let it go. "Five. Thousand. Dollars."

FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS? Is he crazy? Five thousand dollars?

"Mmmm, by that look on your face I think that guessed the lucky number," Tommy Gun laughed. "Well? Go ahead, take it. I know you want it. Five thousand dollars for one lay, and hey, you'll have fun too. The money'll be a bonus compared to what I'll do to you. Take it."

I hate him. I swear to whatever God that's watching this that I hate him. There is no one on this Earth that I hate more than his asshole. I want him to die a slow and agonizingly painful death. But damn, that's a lot of money. I jumped when he started to bite my ear.

"I know you're attracted me," He said. "It's painfully obvious." How does he know all this? "What's taking you so long to say yes? It's a easy word to say….just three letters…"

"…fine," I said, snatching the money out of his hands. My morals just went down the drain.

"'Bout time you said yes," Tommy Gun said. He took his arm from around me and I could see a huge smile on his face from winning. "'Cause I know you weren't gonna say no. Doesn't it feel good to say yes to want you really want? C'mon." He took my hand and intertwined our fingers before pulling me into my room. Right before I went in, I could see JoJo watching in the corner of my eye. Shit. After I was inside, he closed the door and locked it. What, is he afraid I'll take the money and run? 'Cause I was about to….

Folding my arms, I watched as sat down on my bed and looked around. What he looking for?

"I bet you dream about me," He said. "Do you have wet dreams with me?" I swear to God…. "Well, aren't you gonna answer my question? I DID buy you…."

"Why do you need to know?" I snapped at him. "You're already getting what you want!"

"I'm just havin' fun messin' with you before I make you my whore. Well? Answer my question."

"Yeah, I do," I told him. "So what?"

"What were we doin' in your dream?"

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him.

"In case you didn't figure it out, I'm doing the fuckin'," He said with a smile. "Answer my question, Scrub. What were you dreamin' 'bout? Or what you rather have me take my money back and leave?" He's taking advantage of this. Just look at that smile on his face. He's enjoying watching me being reduced to this. "You know what, never mind. Come 'ere." Against my better judgment, I walked over to him. He stood up in front of me and moved so that I was between him and the bed. Keeping my mouth shut, I didn't say anything when he pushed me on the bed and sat on top of me, straddling my hips. He kept that smile on his face as he leaned down and kissed me. I'm used to the whole kissing thing, 'cause I don't kiss back. I always let my mind wander off to somewhere.

Which is why I hate that that's not happening now. My mind can't travel this time.

….

…how is he kissing me this good? It's better than the last time, when he caught me in shower. He didn't waste any time sticking his tongue in my mouth either, but I didn't protest. I can't. It feels too nice to push away. And five thousand dollars.

How long is he planning on making this last? Longer than just twenty minutes, I'm sure…

Ngh…..his hands…..there still above the waist. Good. They need to stay there.

He just has to move his hands so slow. He's doing everything slow. I can't complain too much 'cause it feels great….I've slept with a lot of guys, I mean, A LOT of guys. Like, I think there are legal whores in Nevada who haven't seen as much dick as I have. But that's what I'm trying to say—Shit his hands are cold..—it's just that before it always hurt. This doesn't hurt….

He broke the kiss and pulled my shirt off. And he still has that damn smug look on his face. I just wanna grab a pipe and smack it off. After he tossed my shirt on the floor and took off his own, he leaned back down and started kissing and feeling me up.

…..why the hell are his hands so damn cold? And they're travelling south….not a place where I would want anything cold to touch me…..he's doesn't have the common courtesy to take off the rest of my uniform, he's just ripping it to shreds—get your hands out of my boxers, you bastard.

….Stop gridding against me, that feels good and I don't want it to…I tried to push him off but he grabbed my hands and pushed them down above my head while intertwining our fingers. And he's naked….know because he's pressing his body against mine….

Jesus tap-dancing Christ he's huge.

…..
….I'm not gonna moan…I swear to God I'm not gonna moan. I'm not giving him the pleasure of reducing me to that. He already knows I'm attracted to him, I still need some dignity. I don't care how good this feels…

"Ngh..ah.."

Shit.

"Heh. I knew you were enjoyin' this," He laughed. "You're gonna be screamin' my name…just wait…" To hell I am. I don't care if you head if banging against the wall because of him. Not gonna happen. I just gotta let my mind go somewhere else, yeah that it. Let's see…..

I have math homework to do…the teacher is giving us more than what he used to, I know I can handle it, but it still. And I know the others are gonna need my help, except Specs….JoJo was looking at me before I was dragged in here. Was that worry on his face? Or was it just curiosity? It's hard to tell with those damn sunglasses….do he ever take them off? I don't think he does, even when he sleeps—Oh my God what was that it was amazing.

"….T-Tommy…"

I officially hate myself. I'm such a bitch for letting that slip out.

"Told you…" He mumbled.

Fuck it. I've already lost any dignity I had when my morals when down the drain for five thousand dollars. So you know what? I'm just going to let this happen. Whatever moan or scream comes out of my mouth is just going to come out. He knows what he's doing and I'm on the rocket heading towards the moon. Might as well enjoy the trip…

~*~V~*~

"After that I feel like I underpaid you."

Pulling out a new uniform I tried to not let what I wanted to yell at him come out of my mouth. I wanted nothing to do with this guy after what we just did. I only want him out my sight for the rest of my life. I don't want to think about what just happened, just move on from it and pretend that it didn't happen at all. But I know he's going to rub it in my face for as long as he can. He's not wasting anytime either. Right after it was all over he's teasing me.

"You should really expand your market," Said Tommy Gun. "Put on the other bracelets. The blue, green, and purple ones. You'd get more customers that way. And I'd come visit you more."

"Fuck you."

"No, I fucked you," He said with a grin. "Nice try though, scrub." He leaded down and kissed me again before leaving. About time. I need a minute to think after all of that…..now, where did I put that money? Under my pillow.

I reached under my pillow and found the large wad of money that I received in exchanged for my morals, dignity, and self-respect. I wanted to make sure that it was exactly five thousand dollars, so after I put clothes on I began to count it.

$100….$200….$300….

I should go out of business in this trade, just to avoid doing this again. I know Tommy Gun will still come after me, but at least there wouldn't be a reason for me to say yes…..nah, he'd probably still bride me. Where the hell did he get all this money away? Probably has his two little helpers making it for him. Where are those other two guys anyways? I haven't seen them with Tommy Gun in a while…..did they get out?

$2000….$2200….$2400…Dude…what the hell?

I stopped counting because a certain little rabbit found her way into my room and jumped on my bed. She didn't start eating the money. She just hopped right into my lap. I petted her and went right back to counting.

I feel dirty just touching this money. I gotta spend it fast. Just get rid of it. What should I spend it on….I need to get some more things for this damn rabbit, and some candy and cigarettes..

Definitely get some condoms…

"You done doin' the dead?" I looked up and saw JoJo was standing in the doorway. "Thought I told you look out for Tommy Gun."

"I did keep a look out," I said. "I looked out. And when he came over we fucked."

"Yeah I saw," He snapped. "Did you have fun? I'd imagine so, 'cause the door was closed for two hours. Sound like you liked it too. Guess you have to, being a prison whore and everything."

"Dude, what's your problem?" I asked him. "I'm just doing my job!"

"Uh-huh…." He came in a found his pack of cigarettes. He didn't even look at me when he turned to leave, only stopping to pet Duracell before leaving the room. I have enough problems without his attitude….

"You don't hate me do you?" I asked the bunny. She lifted his head up and looked at me. "Good….Better not hate me. I feed you…you have to like me…"

Using a rubber band, I bounded the money together and hid it somewhere that no one would think to look. I'm not touching that money unless I have to. I don't want to think about it, and I don't want to look at it, 'cause as soon as I do I'm going to think about what I did to get that money in the first place. I'll only touch it in case of an emergency.

The irony of it all….

Since people like JoJo I guess I'll let you all in on a little fact. I made JoJo (and Chauncey) at the same time. They were actually supposed to be friends in the same story that I was going to write for Recess, which would've been a smut fic. It would've been DIRTY FILTHY smut. But that story got cancelled and I split them up. The story most likely isn't going to be made because I'd feel lazy for using the same OCs over again. Still on my mind though.

Just when I'm thinking that there wasn't one of those crazy cartoon theorys about Recess, I find a crazy cartoon theory about Recess

Donna Nnov: Tommy's partners haven't really gone anywhere, Tommy just sent them away for the time being. They'll be back next chapter.

HiddenBehindTheCurtains: Hope you enjoyed that four day weekend! I hope I enjoy mine too. It takes me a week to unwind from school mode. But I hope in that time I can draw a picture of JoJo for you guys, just so you all know what he looks like and post it on my Tumblr.

Reviews are appreciated.