text: [Themes: modern, humor]
  
  It's probably not the best pick of all possible choices, but Kelly is the only one who has a real job and constantly working. Surely she'd be in the best position to help you, though even now you're shuddering of what you might have to put up with to gain her help, even if she choices to do so.
  
  Cautiously you head to her room where you find her resting on her bed with her eyes closed.
  
  "Go away Peter! I told you before you're NOT doing a documentary on me!" Kelly says without looking up.
  "Uh, it's not Peter, it's me Suzy."
  
  Kelly instantly sits up to take notice of this revelation. She doesn't make a move towards you, but it's obvious she isn't happy about you disturbing her. You haven't been out of the basement for awhile, so you haven't seen here lately, but Kelly is sporting some heavy duty scars and looking a little more muscular than when you last saw.
  
  "You? What the fuck do you want? Get out." Kelly demands
  "But I just want to talk to you for a moment about something."
  "You deaf or just fucking stupid? Bitch I said get out!"
  "But I wanted advice on how to get a job."
  "(Snort) You want a job? Little Miss priss wants to get a job? I can't believe I'm hearing this! Ha ha! Do you even have any skills? Shit, you're still a virgin. You probably wouldn't even make a good whore. Just go back to the basement and hide out from the real world. It's what you're best at."
  
  You pause for a moment before answering.
  
  "Why have you always so mean to me? I've never done anything to you."
  "Oh no? You were Mom's perfect little angel that did what she was told and never had to do anything more than that. Me? I got nothing, but shit from Mom, just because I wasn't what her so called standard of womanhood was supposed to be. Yet I also had to do most of the work around here as well as look out for you to make sure someone didn't rape your naïve ass. Your mere existence did something to me!"
  "Mom was just trying to instill guidelines for how we should behave. She was just looking out for us. What's wrong with that?"
  "Yeah, yeah, and following her guidelines has really served you well eh? A complete fucking recluse that can't function on her own."
  
  > continue to ask for help
  Antagonizing her isn't going to help you and you did come to her for advice so you maintain your calm demeanor. You just hope it doesn't result in some sort of physical abuse.
  
  "Kelly I'm just asking you for help since I acknowledge the fact that you have looked out for me in the past. Obviously you're right, Mom's guidelines didn't work out for me since you're so strong and independent and I'm not."
  
  Kelly's eyebrows raise and you almost think she's going to smile. She doesn't, but at least she doesn't seem to be as agitated anymore either.
  
  "Well maybe you HAVE seen the light at last. Took you long enough. (Sigh) Alright I'll help you out, but you have to do what I say exactly because I know what's best. Are you willing to do that?"
  "Okay."
  "Alright then, let's go." Kelly says as you both begin to walk and talk.
  "Where are we going?"
  "You said you wanted a job, well I'm going to get you one where I work."
  "The roller rink?"
  "There? No, I doubt if you'd last five seconds being a roller girl. I was talking about the other job I have down in the warehouse district."
  "Um...there? But that's illegal and I don't think I'd be able to fight any better there either."
  "Not to fight you airhead. To be a ring girl."
  "A ring girl? I don't think I'm pretty enough."
  "You always were lacking in confidence. Trust me considering the skeezers I've seen hanging out down there as so called eye candy, you're already ahead of the pack. Besides, the audience is filled with a bunch of drunk testosterone laden idiots, you'll do just fine."
  
  When you get to Kelly's car, you start to panic.
  
  "I dunno if I can do this. Displaying my body for pay. It seems so wrong."
  "Oh fuck Suzy, I thought you were trying to change you pathetic status in life! And if you're serious about doing that, you're going to have to get a little dirty. I dunno what you're worried about anyway; I'm going to be there to save your timid ass if things get out of hand as always. Now are you coming or have I been wasting my fucking time?"
  
  Meekishly you enter the car and the pair of you drive off.
  
  You're already nervous about this and when Kelly starts driving in progressively more run down areas, you begin to feel even more so. You attempt to make conversation to keep your mind off things.
  
  "So uh what exactly goes on in these things?"
  "Well it's pretty simple. There's a crowd of degenerate gamblers around a ring. Two people enter the ring. They proceed to beat the fuck out of each other until one of them can no longer proceed. People collect their money. The end. It's just like ultimate fighting except there aren't as many professionally skilled people and there aren't as many stupid rules that get in the way."
  "I didn't think there were that many women in this sort of thing."
  "There aren't. I'm fighting guys most of the time, though one of the few rules they adhere to is a weight class system. So it's not like I'm going against a fucking muscle-bound steroid junkie most of the time. After all it is supposed to be a good show too and they want the matches to at least be somewhat evened out. I'm pretty much accepted now there though. I'm kicked enough balls that they know I'm not one to be fucked with and can handle myself."
  
  You hesitate to ask, but you can't help yourself.
  
  "Do you take steroids?"
  "Ha ha ha ha! You sounded like Mom, which I guess isn't surprising. Well since we're getting all sisterly and all I might as well tell you. Yeah, I used to take them, but I stopped since I decided that I'd like to at least remain female even if I wasn't some beauty. I'm probably addicted to pain killers though. Oh well shit happens right?"
  "I guess."
  
  Soon Kelly pulls up to an abandoned warehouse. Its pretty deserted now, but you're guessing later on tonight it won't be. A couple of dubious individuals peep their heads out
  
  "Here we are, let me do all the talking."
  "What do I do?"
  "Just stand there and look pretty as usual."
  
  As you follow Kelly into the warehouse the two men who you saw earlier stand armed as another fatter man comes to greet you both.
  
  "Ah Killer Kelly always a pleasure. You're here very early. I hope you haven't come to convince me that you deserved more money for that last match because I thought we had settled that, disagreement."
  "No Steve, that's settled, I'm here about something else. Namely my sister here."
  "Oh?" Steve says as he eyes you up and down lustfully, making you very uncomfortable.
  "She wants a job and I figured you could help me out, us being friends and all."
  "Why of course! But surely this pretty little thing is no fighter is she?"
  "No, but I know you're always looking for more ring girls, and well obviously since your tongue is hanging out you believe she qualifies."
  "Oh yes, she qualifies, but let's go to my office and discuss this in more detail."
  
  All five of you head towards the office and every instinct in your body is telling you to get out, but then you remember your sister telling you that she'll be looking out for you. She's always been mean, but she's never lied to you.
  
  The office isn't anything unusual and Steve continues talking with Kelly the whole time, until he sits down and begins to address you directly.
  
  "So you willing to walk around a ring holding a card for a few minutes while drunks gawk and scream at you?"
  "I guess so."
  "You willing to dress in a skimpy outfit that shows off those tits and that ass you've got covered?"
  "Uh...yeah."
  "You willing to suck my cock?"
  "What?"
  "I said are you willing to suck my cock darling? Your sister did mention that as a pre-requisite didn't she?"
  
  You look at Kelly in horror.
  
  "Heh, well by that expression, I can see she didn't."
  "Kelly! You mean you blew this guy to get this job?"
  "Hah! I wouldn't let Kelly near my dick! She's a dyke anyway. No only ring girls get this special privilege. So let's get to it."
  
  Steve starts to unzip his pants while his two goons just smirk. Kelly's expression hasn't changed. She looks as serious as ever.
  
  "Kelly, I don't think I can do this..." you say.
  "Oh fuck Suzy what's the fucking problem? So you suck a little dick to get a job, it's not the end of the goddamn world! I told you before; you're going to have to get a little dirty if you want to function in the real world! DO NOT make me look like a fucking asshole right now by backing out!"
  
  You feel so scared, outnumbered and overwhelmed right now.
  
  > Back out
  You can't do this. It goes against everything that mom instilled in you. You begin to cry and collapse on the floor in tears.
  
  "Oh geez, she is an emotional one. Oh well nevermind then." Steve says zipping up his pants. "Kelly I'll see you at tonight's show, hope you put on a good one, because combined with your complaining yesterday and wasting my time today, you're not exactly high on my list right now. Get out of here."
  
  Kelly doesn't say anything but she pulls you up by the hair and roughly pulls you back to the car. She's entirely silent during this time, but when she throws you in the car, she lets loose.
  
  "You fucking little bitch! You couldn't help me out once? I told you to trust me, and you can't even do that! When we get home you better just permanently stay in that goddamn basement of yours! Don't EVER ask for my help ever again! Fuck you! Fuck you!" She screams and your cries are stifled when she punches you in the face a couple times before starting up the car.
  
  She continues to berate you and smacks you a few more times whenever you start to cry a little louder. You almost think she's going to dump you in the middle of one the ghettos you're driving through and she does threaten to do so several times, but she never does.
  
  When you get home, Peter and his buddy Kevin are outside filming something irrelevant, but when they see you and Kelly they film her pulling you out of the car, screaming obscenities, and kicking you a few times before driving off. Kevin helps you up and tries to grope you in the process, but you push him away and run back to your room to cry.
  
  You attempted to do something in the real world and were literally beaten and harassed for your efforts. It's apparent to you now that you have no place out there anymore. You follow Kelly's advice this time and vow never to leave the basement ever again.