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DISCLAIMER: This story is in no way endorsed by or affiliated with the Insane Clown Posse or Psychopathic Records. It is NOT implied that ICP or any real persons mentioned in this story are depicted accurately or condone the behaviors portrayed. It also does not attempt to define or exemplify the Juggalo lifestyle. There are Juggalos of all races, all classes, all genders, and all sexual orientations, and this story is only meant to reflect a small, fictional group within that larger whole.
Recap: Liz, Matt, and Mayra are three Juggalo friends who live together and are planning a trip to the Gathering of the Juggalos. Thanks to Liz and a questionable ‘date’ with a guy named Bruce Carroll, the trio has VIP tickets; now all they need is a ride. This entry starts with a short interlude that has no sex but follows up the happenings from the last chapter where Liz and Matt accidentally walked in on Mayra while she was performing a striptease on a webcam to make some extra cash. If you aren’t interested in that, skip down to the “Chapter 2” heading.
EPISODE 2: HOT TICKET
Interlude: Family Meeting
HELL’S PIT
(aka Divine Trailer Court)
NORTH LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
“These tickets are amazing,” Matt said as Liz dumped the bag of materials she had received from Bruce Carroll onto their worn kitchen table. “You hit the jackpot.”
“We get free food, free shirts, a free campsite, special access to almost everything,” she nodded. “I haven’t even gone through all of it yet, but we definitely got the full monty here.”
“Backstage?” Matt asked.
“I think so.”
“Fucking awesome!” he exclaimed as he shook his head in disbelief.
“That guy wasn’t messing around when he said he could hook you up,” Mayra piped up from behind them as she entered the room hesitantly. She was now fully dressed, but her cheeks were still red. She may have even been crying but her hair was in her face and she carefully avoided eye-contact so her roommates couldn’t quite tell.
“No, he wasn’t messing,” Matt replied. “Not a bit.”
They all stared in awe at the full VIP package to the Gathering of the Juggalos that was spread out before them. It was a good distraction from what had happened only moments earlier, and it held their undivided attention.
The pile made it clear that Liz had really scored big off of the stranger she met at work. It had sounded too good to be true when she told Matt and Mayra about the deal, but, somehow, it had come through. The tickets, and all the perks, were theirs.
“Tell her the best part, Liz,” Matt said, nudging her with a playful elbow.
Before Liz could open her mouth though, Matt excitedly spilled the beans for her: “The guy didn’t take the money. I guess Liz danced for him a little and they hit it off good because he gave her all three tickets free of charge.”
“Danced?” Mayra asked.
“It wasn’t quite like that…” Liz started to say.
“We don’t need the details,” Matt quickly interrupted. “You know you don’t have to explain yourself to us; you got the goods and that’s what matters.”
“Whoop! Whoop!” echoed Mayra with a half-hearted attempt at levity.
Danced? Liz thought to herself. I wish it was that simple. Little did either of them know the real price Liz had to pay for the tickets. Dancing was just the tip of the iceberg.
When Liz had gotten home the night she received the tickets, she was a wreck. She desperately wanted to knock on Matt’s door, wake him up, and cry on his shoulder while relaying the horrors of her ‘date’ with Bruce Carroll, but she didn’t. Instead, she disappeared to her own room, buried herself under her covers, and twisted and turned all night as she tried to wrap her mind around the conflicting emotions she had about her actions.
Bruce Carroll had asked her to do things — humiliating things — and she couldn’t believe she had willingly gone along with them. She hated herself for submitting to his perversions, for giving in so easily, but she was even more bothered by the fact that she had somewhat enjoyed the humiliation at his hands. Something inside herself had awoken that night, but she didn’t quite understand what it was yet. The humiliation seemed to turn her on, to open up feelings deep within herself that she had never encountered before. She had found herself alternating between heightened ecstasy and the depths of despair. She needed to talk to someone, to get it out in the open so she could sort her through feelings and find some resolution because internally she felt lost in the contradictions.
But now was not the time.
She snapped back to the moment and watched as Mayra gleefully ran her hands across the papers on the table. Matt simply smiled and nodded as Mayra’s grin grew.
“I can’t believe we’re actually going to the Gathering!” Mayra screamed suddenly. “Aye, dios mío! It’s finally happening for us,” diyarbakır escort she continued as she began jumping up and down with a wild abandonment that contrasted sharply with the subdued anxiety she entered the room with. The other two quickly joined in with her screaming and jumping, playfully bumping against each other and creating an impromptu mosh pit in their kitchen.
They quickly stopped, however, when Matt slammed into the table and knocked half of the papers to the floor. As he and Mayra quickly bent down to recover them, Liz grabbed three beers from the fridge and passed them around.
The trio made a toast to the good life, their Juggalo brethren, and the Dark Carnival, before taking long swallows and giggling some more at their good fortune. Mayra finished her whole can at one go, and it seemed the embarrassment of earlier had mostly disappeared along with her beer.
“Listen, I can’t speak for Mayra,” Matt said somewhat ceremoniously, “but I think you should keep the money we gave you. That money was specifically for the tickets, chedda we had to spend anyway, but you put yourself out there — again, I’m not asking how — and you got them for free for us so I think you deserve the cash. You earned it, so keep it and use it for your share of the trip expenses.”
“I can’t do that. It’s you guys’ money,” Liz said dismissively.
“I agree with Matt, chica,” Mayra chimed in. Her voice seemed a little off balance, but she still sounded certain. “You got the tickets, you paid the price, you should keep the cash. I’ll have the rest of my share to pay back Matt in a few days,” she nodded.
There was an awkward pause after Mayra said that, and as she noticed her roommates looking at her funny, her smile quickly disappeared.
Liz and Matt both suspected the money she was alluding to had something to do with the elaborate computer masturbation scene they had just walked in on, but neither of them wanted to broach the subject.
Before the silence got too awkward, Liz spoke: “I’ll tell you what, I’ll put it in an emergency stash. Traveling cross country, I’m sure something is bound to go wrong and somewhere we’ll need a little extra cash. Flat tire… bail money… bribing an officer? Whatever.”
“That’s true,” Matt agreed with a laugh.
“But it’s still yours, chica,” Mayra added, pointing her finger directly at Liz’s face as if to hammer her point home. She was slurring a little as she said, “You decide what’s an emergency and what it gets spent on. It’s for your bail first, okay? If there’s enough left over, then you bail us out, too.”
Liz laughed and nodded and held her beer up for another ‘cheers.’ Matt followed her lead, but Mayra shrugged and crushed her empty can, showing them she had already finished. They laughed some more and Liz grabbed the last beer from the fridge and tossed it to Mayra. They all took a drink.
“Speaking of getting cross country,” Liz said, “I looked into the bus tickets, and while it’ll be long and miserable, they’re definitely doable…”
“Oh,” Matt interrupted, almost spilling his beer with excitement. “I think I have us a ride.”
The girls both looked at Matt with a flicker of curiosity in their eyes. Liz arched her eyebrow.
“I found some people in a Facebook group who are going,” Matt said excitedly. “There’s a lady here in Vegas who’s got an old, school van, and she said she’s looking for people to chip in on gas and maybe drive some for her.”
“Are you kidding?” Mayra asked with a slight hiccup. “That would be perfect.”
“It’ll be cheaper than bus tickets, and definitely more comfortable.”
“When will you know for sure?” Liz said with a little more skepticism.
“I’m supposed to meet her at that Nevada HorrorCore Fest that’s going on in Goodsprings.”
“That’s tomorrow,” Mayra said.
“We were planning on going to that anyway, right?” asked Liz.
“I thought so,” Matt nodded. “So I told her we’d meet her there for the details and to check her out and hopefully get it all taken care of. What do you think?”
“Está bueno,” squealed Mayra.
“It sounds a little too good to be true,” Liz said as her thoughts drifted back to Bruce Carroll. “Does she seem legit? Is there a catch?”
“Or is she going to flake out on us?” Mayra added.
“Well, I’m not holding my breath,” he admitted, “but I think she’s legit. I figure it’s at least worth a shot.”
“Definitely,” Mayra said before taking another swig of beer. Then she added, “Sadly, I’m not going to be able to make it tomorrow though. I’ve got to work.”
“They’re finally giving you more hours?” Liz asked cheerfully.
“That, and I’m doing this other thing…” Mayra’s voice trailed off.
Awkwardness again permeated the room. They all avoided eye-contact this time, and Matt coughed nervously.
After a few moments of silence, Liz spoke up in a somber voice, “Is that what we walked in on earlier?”
“I’m terribly sorry edirne escort about that,” Matt said as he put his hand on Mayra’s shoulder. “It’s my fault. We totally should’ve knocked but I was just so excited about the tickets–“
“No, it’s fine.” Mayra paused and realized she was nervously digging her toes into the carpet. She stopped herself and took another swallow of beer. Quickly she looked up at her roommates and saw they both had embarrassed looks on their faces. She sighed and continued, “I mean, you guys are my friends, my homies. I shouldn’t care. It should be easier to be naked in front of a friend rather than a stranger, don’t you think? I don’t know why I feel weird being naked at all. It’s natural right? You guys are naked all the time. I don’t know why I’m so strange about it, and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you.”
“Tell us what?” Matt asked gently.
Mayra took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh. “I started stripping on a webcam online to make some extra cash. It’s that thing I was telling you about last week that I didn’t want to give you the details on. The new job…”
“You don’t have to do that, Mayra,” Liz interrupted. “We can find money other ways. Don’t degrade yourself like that. Don’t do things that aren’t you.”
Mayra took a step back and slammed her beer on the table. “I’m not degrading anything. I had a awesome time doing it. It was totally fresh and thrilling, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I was on the verge of cumming when you two burst in my room and ruined it.”
Liz was taken aback and retreated a little. “I only meant you don’t need to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You don’t have to expose yourself to strangers or anyone else. Don’t cheapen yourself. You don’t have to get naked to make money.”
“You do,” Mayra said matter-of-factly as she cocked her head to one side. “You’re a stripper at Gary’s Topless Villa for Christ’s sake!”
“I know, but that’s different–“
“How is it different?” Mayra interjected. “Because I’m so innocent? Because I’m little Mayra who needs taken care of by you two?”
“That’s not what I mean…”
“Of course not,” Mayra said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s different because of the other, more obvious reasons.”
“I think Liz is trying to –” Matt tried to diffuse the moment by jumping in, but he was quickly cut off by Mayra whose volume was steadily increasing.
“It’s because you got a perfect figure, all nice and skinny, and I’m just a fat fucking slob, right? You’re pretty to look at, people want to see you, but nobody wants to look at the flab I got, right? Just because I’m heavy and got rolls instead of abs, nobody could ever fantasize about me, is that what you mean chica?”
“No, not that at all,” Liz tried to say, but Mayra talked over her, raising her voice to almost shouting.
“Who could possibly get turned on by my saggy, stretch-marked tits when they could stare at your perfect little perky ones — that’s what you’re really saying. ‘Don’t make us puke, Mayra. Keep your fat ass covered and to yourself!'”
“That’s not at all what I meant,” Liz pleaded, but Mayra ignored her.
“I may not have your body, but I got news for you: they do want to see me. They really seem to like my folds and flab. They like that I got tits you can actually wrap your hands around, unlike your tiny little nubs. And I want to show them off. I like showing off. You should see what they’re saying on there. They love it! I made over a hundred bucks in just a half hour!”
“Mayra…”
“Fuck off, puta! Fuck off!!”
Mayra stormed down the hall to her room and slammed the door behind her. There was a slight lull where Matt and Liz stared at each other in shock before they turned their attention back to the door. The unmistakable sound of the lock being applied echoed through the trailer.
“What the hell just happened?” Liz asked as she made to follow Mayra, but Matt grabbed her arm and stopped her instead.
“Let her go,” he said. “She needs to cool down first.”
“I don’t know what I did,” Liz said as she threw up her arms in exasperation. Her eyes were wide with surprise and they began to moisten over. Strangely, she found herself on the verge of tears.
“Something must have hit a nerve.” Matt put his arm around her as he ushered her to sit down at the table.
“I wasn’t saying any of those things,” Liz mumbled as her voice cracked. “I’ve always thought Mayra was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I would never say anything to hurt her.”
“I know that,” Matt whispered as he pulled her close to him. “And she knows that, too.”
“She does?” Liz pulled back and her eyes desperately sought confirmation from his.
“It’s obvious that she’s a little bit drunk right now. Let her relax. Let her sober up. I’m sure it’ll be better tomorrow.”
“Really?” she asked even though his sincerity was clear.
“She killed those two beers you gave her in a matter edirne escort bayan of minutes, and I’m pretty sure she already reeked of alcohol when she came out here.”
Liz reluctantly agreed with that assertion; she thought she smelled vodka when Mayra first spoke but she had ignored it.
“Add all that to the fact we just busted in on her in a very, very compromising situation just minutes ago,” he added, “and it’s safe to say she’s probably not in her most right mind at the moment.”
Liz couldn’t help but agree. Matt’s reassurance was welcomed and she snuggled up against him. His warmth made her feel secure. However, she turned her face in the opposite direction, away from him, because she still felt like she might cry at the situation. The feeling unnerved her.
Liz was usually much stronger than that and the most even-keeled of the trio, but she quickly reminded herself that she was still reeling from her interactions with Bruce Carroll. His antics had taken a heavy toll on her — perhaps heavier than she had first thought. It was twisting her emotions in ways she hadn’t imagined. She wanted to talk to Matt about it, but she wasn’t ready yet as she had to sort out what actually happened for herself first. Maybe in time.
Anyway, she thought, it sure is turning into one hell of a week.
As she held back her tears, she began to wonder what might go wrong with the potential ride to the Gathering that Matt had found. Things as they were, she expected something to fuck it all up…
Chapter 2: Juggalo Jerking
DOC MITCHELL MEMORIAL FAIRGROUNDS
GOODSPRINGS, NEVADA
The next morning, Mayra was gone before Liz or Matt woke up. Liz assumed that was deliberate on her part and decided not to worry too much about it. She would have a chance to talk to Mayra eventually and maybe a little more time to let things settle was a good thing.
Matt and Liz left their trailer park shortly after lunch for the Southern Nevada Crazy F#$*ing HorrorCore Fest in Goodsprings. The festival was a one day music jam in the desert that featured a bunch of underground acts playing music in the same vein as Insane Clown Posse, aka horrorcore. Most groups were local or from California and only the headliner, the slightly infamous Hatchet Wounds, had any kind of national exposure. The Hatchet Wounds were a female duo — a rarity for horrorcore — and, although they weren’t a Psychopathic Records act, rumor had it they were being watched closely by Psychopathic and other labels for a possible record deal.
Most of the other music at the event was only at the level of ‘okay,’ and it was more the atmosphere that attracted most fans. The festival was a good excuse for southwest Juggalos and other fun-seekers to get together and live it up wild-style for a day. About half of the people had their faces painted, and Liz and Matt were no exceptions.
Liz used yellow and white for her face — the yellow makeup matching her hair almost perfectly and giving her a somewhat stunning presentation. She painted large diamonds over her eyes and her tawny lips formed a wicked smile that reached all the way back to her ears. Her ponytail was tied up with a scrunchy featuring the Dark Lotus symbol and matched her Lotus-style earrings.
Matt was a little rougher around the edges. He sported jagged blue triangles that looked like crooked hatchets around his eyes, while his sapphire lips formed a frown that twisted into the small patch of scruffy hair growing from his chin. He had caked his white foundation on so thick that in several places around his hairline it formed sloppy clumps. It didn’t matter though because facepainting wasn’t about perfection; it was about having fun.
The second band of the day — a Vegas-based ICP-tribute group cleverly named Instant Casino Project with their faces painted like playing cards and their hair styled like Elvis — had just finished their lounge-inspired set when Matt got a text message. He nudged Liz with his elbow.
“It looks like she’s here. We’re supposed to meet her by the bathrooms.”
Liz nodded and said, “Good, ’cause I gotta piss anyways.”
As they made their way to the porta-potty area they passed a small group of people yelling and cheering and forming a semi-circle around some sort of commotion on the hillside.
“Bring it on, ninjas!” a female voice roared. “Show me some of that clown love!”
“Wonder what’s going on over there?” Liz asked. “Wrestling?”
“I don’t know, but I think that’s our girl by the trash bin,” Matt said, pointing ahead to a slender woman with blood red hair leaking out from under a black mesh cowboy hat. She was leaning against an overflowing RTK dumpster and impatiently tapping her fingers on the metal side.
When the woman noticed Matt, she waved and quickly approached them, taking two steps for every one of theirs.
“Red Dawg?” Matt asked, using her Juggalo name when she was close enough to hear him.
The woman nodded and brusquely replied, “It started about a minute after I texted you, and I don’t want to miss it.” She grabbed him by the elbow and turned him around. “Come on.”
Red Dawg led Matt and Liz towards the raucous crowd on the hillside, urging them forward at a speedy pace.
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