Ring of 12 – Taurus
Prologue
Gamers wanted. Take your game-hunting skills to a higher level! Apply in person at 1111 N Hollister Ave, Building 2, Suite 13, Northfield, OR, 97145. Serious inquiries only.
Tiffany M. Gehenna saw the Gamer’s Weekly magazine ad and initially brushed it off as child’s play. After all, why should she make the 18-hour drive to Oregon to answer a want ad? With a heavy sigh, she tossed the magazine onto the coffee table and stood up from the couch, stretching her arms toward the ceiling as she grasped her right wrist with her left hand.
Her body shuddered as she felt the scars on her wrist. Her dad and uncle had abused her as a young child by handcuffing her to the radiator and taking turns raping her multiple times. Her mom never believed her and chalked up her stories to stir up trouble. Then, one day, as her father abused her, he keeled over from a heart attack, landing right on her. Being handcuffed, she could not move, and he was too heavy for her to move out from underneath him.
When her mom came home and saw what had happened, she showed no remorse. She quietly moved him to their bedroom, then removed the handcuffs from her daughter.
“You will speak of this to no one. If you do, it’ll be the last thing you ever say again. I want you to get dressed and wear long sleeves to cover up your arms. What happened is your fault. I’ve seen you around your father, you’re just a little whore, and your father wasn’t strong enough to say ‘no’ to your wiles. Now go! Do as I say right this very minute.”
Just then, her phone rang, jarring her out of her memory.
“Uh, hey, Thumper,” she said to her friend. “What’s shakin’, girl?”
“Hey, Tiff, are you okay? You don’t sound like your usual self.”
“Oh, yeah, memories sometimes come back to me. That’s all. What’s a girl to do?”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Thumper said. “Hey, I was wondering if you could cover for me tonight? I have a client who wants more private time with me.”
“Nice, yeah, I can cover for you. What time are you on stage?”
“7:30 pm. You know how Mr. Lennox is,” Thumper said.
Then, in unison…
“Better 30 minutes early than 1 minute late.”
Both began giggling.
“Thanks, hon; I owe ya one for this. Ciao baby!”
Tiffany looked at her phone and smiled.
“Ciao, baby,” she said as she put her phone down next to the magazine she was looking through earlier.
She turned to the ad once more and reread it.
“Take your hunting skills to a higher level!”
With the memories still fresh in her consciousness, she dragged out her PlayStation 5 gaming console and launched her latest game “Hitman 3.”
“It’s been a long time, Tiff,” she said aloud. “Let’s see what you remember.”
Two hours later, she realized she had to pee. Her legs hurt from sitting so long, and she hobbled to the bathroom when she stood up.
“Good move, Tiff. You can’t go to work with your legs hurting like this.”
A few minutes later, her phone rang.
“Hey, girly,” Thumper said. “Thank you for helping out tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Hey, you’re welcome,” Tiffany said. “Us girls need to stick together, you know? Just be careful tonight, okay? I love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“Aww, sugar, I love you too. I will be careful. I have already let Mr. Lennox know you’d be covering for me. What will you be tonight?”
“I don’t usually decide until closer to ‘game time,’ if you know what I mean.”
“Yup, I sure do. Ciao baby!”
Tiffany chuckled as she set the phone down. It was already 4:30 pm, and she needed to start getting ready for work. She opened her “work closet” and stared at her various outfits. There was the popular cat girl, a leopard suit, a naughty nurse, the rave ware, and the chain mail. After several arduous minutes, she chose the chain mail.
“I’m feeling warriorish today,” she said aloud as she entered the shower.
An hour later, after enjoying a long hot shower and shaving, she emerged as the “hairless wonder,” a nickname Thumper once gave her after they spent a wild weekend together.
She watched herself transform from regular ol’ Tiffany to “Tiffany, the Warrior Princess” as she applied her patented warrior makeup.
She started with black makeup similar to a Zoro mask, stretching from her cheekbones to her eyebrows. Then, from the corners of her eyes, a partial arc ended below her cheekbones in two half-inch wide lines. Once that dried, she applied three diagonal stripes of blue makeup approximately a quarter-inch wide. The first was from the inside of the top of her left eye, ending just below the black makeup. The second stripe started at the middle of her left eyebrow, matching the length of the first. The final stripe began just under her left eye, extended over her nose, and matched the length of the previous stripes.
The last part of her ensemble was the obligatory fake eyelashes.
Satisfied, she stood in front of the floor-length mirror and whistled softly. She loved the way the chain mail halter top fit her 34c tits. Her nipples always liked the feel of the metal against them and proudly displayed themselves.
“Shameless tits. Damn, I look good tonight.”
She gave herself the once over again, put on her overcoat, and headed out the door.
