first class - baths
"Oops!" She put her hand over her mouth as the door into the baths slammed good and loud behind her. Her blonde pigtails preceded the turn of her head as she looked over her shoulder guiltily. No one there. Phew. She was gonna have so much fun! She had a new uniform, and it made her wanna do bad things. She realized just what kind of bad things as she tugged on the little name tag thingie that was clipped over the white nurse's top. Oh. Not that she didn't do bad things sometimes, but tonight was gonna be special. She could feel it!
She had a Mister J somewheres, but she wasn't gonna go looking for him. Mister J should find her sometimes, and not the other way around. Red would approve of her thinkin' that, but Red didn't matter neither. Tonight, she was gonna do what she wanted to do, and everyone else could just worry about B-Man or somethin' borin'. She wasn't crazy or nothin.' She knew Mister J wasn't really Mister J, and Red wasn't really Red, and B-Man wasn't really B-Man. She wasn't really a nurse, but none of that mattered. Tonight, everythin' was gonna be whatever she wanted it to be. She knew it was just playin,' but she needed a night of playin'. No one deserved it better than her.
She leaned back against the door she'd slammed near off its hinges, and she listened to it complain at her weight. "Be quiet. We don't wanna be heard yet," she told the door. She stepped forward, red and purple boots and black fishnets tucked beneath and climbing to her thighs. The door sighed as she moved away, because it was a door that didn't listen good. She sucked the end of one pigtail into her mouth as she spun to tell the door to be quiet again, but the spin was almost quick enough to knock her off her thick soled boots. Her lips turned up in a grin of understanding, and the black paint that circled her eyes crinkled as she bounced happily. She did a row of flips to prove her theory, and she ended with a victorious whoop! that was louder than any sound the no-good door made. "That'll show 'em!" she crowed, holding up a gun with green liquid that appeared without warning in her hand. She giggled as the gun cycled between hammer, scepter and bazooka.
"Tonight, I'm the one callin' the shots!" she called out, bloodstained white pleats floppin' indecently against her upper thighs as she swished toward them nice smellin' Turkish baths.