They were going to make money off him... and sell his organs and cock on the black market?
Wait—is it racist to say 'black market' in 2025...?
What was he supposed to call it now? The market market...?
Chad cringed. If he said that out loud, the internet police would cancel him before he even hit the full stop.
The girls looked too exhausted to chase after him. He could bolt—but what if more mafia members were waiting outside the bathroom for him?
Still... Vee did say he could leave. And they all waved goodbye...
Goodbye to him...?
No. Wait.
They weren't waving goodbye to him.
They were waving goodbye... to his cock.
Or Karla, as they so affectionately called it.
Were they actually planning to cut it off and eat it?! Like the Ottenburg Cannibal from Grimm Love?!
Okay—was he overthinking this?
Probably.
But also... maybe not.
The internet police? Twitter Police, Bebo Police, Myspace Police, or whatever.
Maybe the internet police could save him from this trafficking Mini Skirt Mafia.
How could he summon them? By saying some slurs or what?
He thought about some really ugly women—and there was one race he could not stand: the Na'vi. You know, the ones from the Avatar movie.
They had to be some of the ugliest women in the world. No boobs, no butts, and faces that literally made you want to cry.
The movie's crew and critics, in their clueless bubble, raved about its "top-tier, breathtaking animation," sounding like sheltered fools or starry-eyed idiots. To Chad, it was just blue vomit splattered on screen and some of the ugliest computer artwork ever created.
He tried to think of racist slurs about the Na'vi people—but instead, he just blurted out nonsense: "I hate… blue butts and blue balls… and boobs." His voice trailed off, his mind a foggy mess from exhaustion.
"What?!" the Mini Skirt Mafia sisters exclaimed, lying naked on the floor. They shot him bewildered looks, their drained bodies barely twitching.
Vee glanced at her sister and said, "He's muttering about blue balls?"
Frowning, Bibi caught her breath. "And blue butts? Is he seriously thinking of blue butts after sex with us?"
Vee wheezed, "That's some wild post-nut clarity."
"And nobody here has blue balls… Definitely not you, Chaddy," Bibi added.
They both laughed faintly, their giggles weak but genuine, echoing in the steamy haze as Chad's flushed face sank deeper into confusion.
Glancing at Chad, Bibi wondered why he was loitering around and asked, "I thought you wanted to leave."
Chad nervously fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. "You said… thanks for all the cash you were going to make from me…"
"Oh, we see it now…" Bibi rasped, barely propping herself up. Her heavy frame slumped as she eyed Chad's twitchy hands with suspicion.
Vee, collapsed nearby, wheezed, "You're hanging around because…" Her voice trailed off, thick with fatigue. "So you want a cut of our money? Typical."
Bibi let out a faint, breathy chuckle. "So you are sniffing around for cash, huh, Chaddy?"
The other sister added, "If you want cash, just start your own XXX page… I'm sure you'll make loads."
XXX? As in... the Vin Diesel movie?
No way was he making a web page about that.
Or maybe they meant XXX as in strong mints... or chilli peppers?
The Mini Skirt Mafia sister realised he wasn't getting it—so it was time to spell things out.
Without saying a word, the girls started pointing around the bath area.
And then he saw them.
Cameras!
Everywhere!
Some even inside the bath itself!
Tucked into the misty corners of the tiled ceiling. Wedged between shampoo bottles. Staring out from behind potted ferns. Big, clunky things—like they were ripped straight out of the '80s. They weren't discreet at all. In fact, they seemed deliberately obvious. Thick buzzing sounds filled the air, and every single one had a glaring red light, flickering like it was recording something.
Some of them even had handwritten labels with lipstick:
CAM 1: SPLASH ZONE
CAM 2: ANGLE OF SHAME
CAM 3: CHEEKS (REAR)
CAM 4: BOOB ANGLE
Chad scratched his head, frowning. "Cameras? In a bath area? What for...stealing prevention? What's even there to steal? A couple of towels and half-used shampoo bottles?"
Both Mini Skirt Mafia sisters gave a wet, slow, dramatic facepalm. At least they still had the energy to do that—but that was almost all their energy gone. If they were a phone battery, that facepalm was so intense and energy-draining, it would've taken them from 3% battery life all the way down to 1%.
Bibi, barely propped up on the steamy floor, her breath ragged, wheezed with a sly grin, "That steamy romp we just had? Caught on camera for our exclusive our site. Normally, it's just us sisters, but you, Chaddy… our very special guest… are going to skyrocket our views and sales on our internet web site!"
Vee smiled, "Miss Vespera, Mama Ves… had a great idea to bring you here today."
"She's such a smart teacher and knows EXACTLY how to make money," Bibi said.
Fidgeting with his T-shirt, Chad shrugged, a nervous grin breaking through. "So, you recorded it? Just an innocent sex tape for the masses? Cool, I'm down to fuel people's wank banks and keep the economy humming. It's like… paying it forward. I jerk off to tonnes of internet porn, hentai, sus web novels, and fan artwork of my waifu, so I'm stoked to give back too."
Both sisters managed faint, exhausted smiles. "That's the spirit!" Vee rasped, her voice thin but amused.
Bibi nodded, her panting heavy. "A noble outlook, Chaddy."
Eyes flickering with faint mischief, Vee added, "Millions will adore watching us ride your massive beast."
Wheezing with fatigue, Bibi muttered, "You're such a selfless philanthropist. Giving purely for others, no gain for yourself.. just one hundred percent generosity."
Puffing for breath, Vee said, "Men, women, and every other gender… they'll be whacking off to these videos we just recorded for centuries."
A faint, raspy chuckle broke through Bibi's exhaustion, her heavy frame barely propped up on the steamy floor. "You're a total legend now, Chaddy," she wheezed.
The word "whack," tied to anything Mafia, sent a shiver down Chad's spine, his gut churning like he might crap himself. "I'll be going then," he mumbled, fumbling with the door.
Slumped on the floor, Vee panted weakly, "We'll give you five stars on Yelp."
Barely propped up, Bibi wheezed, "And on Google Reviews."
"Uh… thanks," Chad muttered, inching toward the door, pulse racing.
Both sisters rasped in unison, "One last thing!"
His ears perked up.
He turned around and asked, "Yes?" He just hoped they weren't going to ask for the yellow T-shirt back... he was really starting to like it, even if it was XXL and ridiculously baggy.
Bibi panted, "Do your homework, or Miss. Vespera will get ya!"
Both sisters burst into a dramatic "Muahaha!"
Chad just turned and left.