Flash Fiction

The Blanked Girl Next Door

Potluck Soup — The Blanked Girl Next Door
PotluckSoup — The Blanked Girl Next Door

Paul recognized the woman. She was the shy French foreign exchange girl from down the hall that he’d had a crush on since their first day in the dorms. The blue collar around her neck meant that she’d signed up for a dose of the hyper-strong aphrodisiac at the university’s Student Body Rental Center. For the next three hours there would be nothing left of “Manon.” The drug turned off that part of her mind. She was nothing more than a mindless fuckdoll, hungry for sexual surrender; her body free to use.

A note was next to her.

“Paul!” It was his roommate’s handwriting, “Manon asked me to drop her body off for you. (I knew you had a crush on her, dude.) I’ll be on my date with Hugh, so pass her off to someone else on the floor when you’re done with her, okay? Don’t be greedy, it’s her first time being blanked man!”

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  • CK
    January 27, 2019 at 7:48 am

    Loving everything you post – I’d love to see more long form text only posts (because I imagine the art itself is often the bottleneck, and they help add detail to the world vignettes lack sometimes) and Cassie’s Snapchats are awesome!

  • John
    March 7, 2019 at 10:25 am

    Wow she’s hot I hope we see more of her soon

    • Duff
      March 1, 2021 at 1:21 pm