Peep Show

The Kawasaki Warehouse in one of the upper levels. “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne walks through an old studio where magazines did photo shoots in a pale blue dress she found in a dressing room. She walks by the lights, turning them on to reveal where the model would pose for the cameras. The camera stand remains, but the camera itself is gone.

Tabitha stops by the camera stand and poses as if she were looking through a camera at a model waiting to be pictured. She smiles as she clicks away at an imaginary camera.

Osborne: What a pose. This will go on the cover for sure!

Tabitha draws a ritual dagger and slides it across the palm of her hand. She forms a fist as she walks toward the stage, dripping out a steady stream of blood. She whispers in a language that should not be known to the tongue of mankind as she walks.

The droplets of blood expand into puddles, forms rising up from the puddles. Humanoid forms that shuffle over to lights to direct them to the camera stand. Liquid streams from fluid hands to form a camera.

Tabitha stands on the stage, posing for the camera as the wound on her hand seals itself. She adopts several sensuous poses for the flashing camera as the spirits do their jobs.

If she had chosen to follow her mother’s path and been feminine like she had wanted instead of trying to become a wrestler, this could have been her career. Finding herself in front of a camera, she could have been the object of the attention of many. Instead, years of abuse has led to her looking like something out of a horror movie.

Tabitha sighs, knowing for certain that the path she chose was the right one. Still, it’s fun to pretend if only for a little while. She lets a shoulder strap down playfully, nearly exposing a breast for the camera. This is when she hears a gasp. She looks to the entrance of the studio to see Randy Angel standing there, caught somewhere between fright and arousal at seeing Tabitha in an actual dress and nearly exposed.

Tabitha tilts her head as she looks at Randy, also caught between two emotions. Amusement and anger. She sees that Randy’s hand is slid halfway down his pants.

Several thoughts race through Tabitha’s head. She should kill him. Slice his little perverted throat, reach in, and drag his tongue out through the opening for a Mexican Necktie. He would think twice about objectifying women as his soul is sent screaming into the waiting arms of her true master, Cthulhu.

Yet. He seems harmless. Someone who seems like they are looking at her for her own natural beauty instead of what they could do to her? Randy just doesn’t seem like a predator so why should she treat him like one? He was sort of giving her the attention that she would have wanted if she were a model. Wasn’t it?

In fact…

Tabitha smiles, letting down the other shoulder strap a little to expose just a bit more. The cameraman (is it a man?) seems to love the pose, snapping more pics that fall to the floor one after another like polaroids. Randy’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, his hand fully down the front of his pants.

If a little cleavage gets Randy going like this, then maybe just a little more…

Tabitha lowers the shoulder straps just a little more, then a little more. Then as if in slow motion, the dress falls totally to the floor to leave Tabitha Osborne standing in just a pair of panties. She looks wide eyed at Randy, who looks wide eyed right back as he gasps, a wet stain starting to spread in the front of his pants.

Angel: I’m...going to go before you kill me.

Tabitha nods, pulling the dress back up to recover herself.

Osborne: Run.

Angel: What?

Osborne: YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!

Randy Angel takes his now wet hand out of his pants and runs like his life depends on it. The spirits melt away as Tabitha Osborne sits down on the stage, her anger melting away like an ice cube dropped into a pot of boiling water. The pictures remain.

Could she be both wrestler AND model? Other female wrestlers have done it. Why not her? What to do about Randy? Should she kill him for seeing her naked and not just running away until she threatened to kill him? What should she feel? She did play with him, though he was spying on her first.

The answer will come with prayer. Prayer to Great Cthulhu.

She finishes dressing herself and begins to head downstairs. The Jackal was having some furniture delivered. It would be nice to sleep in a real bed.

Not long after Tabitha has left the now dark room, a flashlight can be seen. Randy Angel creeps into the room, keeping his flashlight trained on the floor. He spots where the supernatural pictures lay on the ground and gathers them up. Glamor shots of Tabitha Osborne along with shots of near nakedness. Randy quickly organizes the pictures with a sloppy grin before he makes his way to the corner of the warehouse that he has laid claim as his own personal domicile.

These pictures will come in handy later. Get it? Handy?