in the bedroom of the luxury hotel suite;
the A-Lister snorted her coke & cried until seeing
the three-foot diva on a State
                    TV talk show prattling  about fashion
until finally spreading her short
              arms & legs wide,    the actress
knew she meant Eli;   out
of ******* the star set out to find
the little woman;             *** w/men always gave Eli a massive headache
but there were no men,                                            a lanky student-model
loping out of the bathroom
                   in single                        fishnet rolled to her knobby red knee
& torn pink satin slip;
               "Igor made coffee," she said, sniffing her   upswept red plastic   nose: "Have u got more coke?
           I'll **** ur **** again," she offered cordially;
"I'll just have coffee," he said,
stepping over the      prostrate         feminine bodies;
pouring a cup of black sludge,
                            he thought twice about drinking it:
Thankfully, Hel appeared ****-naked & taking the cup from his trembling hand drank the whole thing down; tepid & bitter,                  her eyes flew open at the pure stimulant, kissing each other on the mouth
                                            tasted like rubbing *****, Hel went into use the bowl & Eli stood there holding the empty cup
"Сегодня воскресенье. Мы должны пойти в церковь!" Hel called from behind the door; she loved to talk when she was taking a ****; perched atop the wide rim her legs open wide watching the brown chunks squeeze out & expand
as they fell into the wet hole; surely a metaphor for *****, but now she was God & Jesus was the ******* whom She loved; how many Christs have come & gone, she pondered; how many turds does one drop in a lifetime, each one an individual created & composed by events in the past; so like so many others, yet so like urself; a lonely **** in a pile of lonely turds...
"Hel, What the hell are u doing in there?"
God eats Angels & ***** out People, "hmm," she thought, scratching her fuzzy girl-stubble; the bitter black coffee turned her **** into black stick figure who simply lay prone atop one another like lazy sleepers having a siesta; she tooted a few stinky farts & dropped another few, smaller turds
"Finally," he chided as she came out tossing **** smeared tissue into the bowl; "**** u, Eli, can't a girl **** in peace?"
"Can I go next?" asked the skinny brunette w/ a little *****,
  hopping on one foot;
"Sonava; yes, yes,"                     Eli insisted, shooing the girl into the can;
"It's a good thing u didn't drink that coffee," said Hel, "u've **** urself by
  now."
"Is that what u did in there?"
"It all came out in the shape of ur **** from last night," she smirked, her English improving;
"U're all class, Hel," he retorted;
"Come back to bed; I show u what class I am."
"I thought u wanted to go to church; or were u full of ****?"
just then the girl in the bathroom farted so loud it resounded;
"I'll put on my strap-on & u hold her down," Hel suggested;
"Here that, sweety?" he said at the door.
"Can't wait," came the young voice

Igor  & Ivan
smoked ***
before going
into the club
to see Hel's show;
a dwarf stripper
who'd started
out as a clown
in the circus,
Hel was fired for
being a *****;
however, since
clown prostitution
isn't exactly illegal,
Hel quickly
bounced back