Wolfy Chai

Hungry Mary’s was one of many houses of prostitution packed into Vila Mimosa, a red-light district tucked into the mountainous outskirts of Rio De Janeiro. Unlike most of the brick-and-mortar stores servicing the region, Hungry Mary’s had the highest budget of them all. Its pristine and lavish facility has attracted some of the richest men in the entire world, who would fly from all the way from Asia and the Middle East just to devour the diverse selection of beautiful women on display.

The women dutifully employed by Hungry Mary’s were called “Cash Cows.” Their main objective was extensively emphasized during the onboarding training process. Upon arriving to work, the cattle were herded behind a velvet curtain before dispersing to their respective posts for their acts. Known colloquially in the inner circle of club operations as “milking the men,” the directive of each cow was to extract as much cash as possible—and by whatever means necessary.

Head-and-shoulder above the rest, Hungry Mary’s talent pool consisted of two rivaling queens who rose to the forefront to become the companies’ main attractions—Veronica Cortez and Ruby Chardonnay.

Veronica always held down the fort with her opening act. Like clockwork, the crowd chanted along to every song. Performing songs on stage was a key feature of her act. She would often start in her usual position, lying down sprawled on top of the grand piano with a microphone in hand, tumbling and twirling around. Her main prop was a vintage feather duster. She would go to the edge of the stage and tickle the men with the feathers as they threw dollar bills at her. She then would bask on the floor of the stage in the dollar bills, tossing them into the air.

Veronica originally hailed from an impoverished village in Chocò, Colombia. She wore her signature dark purple lipstick, had on thick dark eyeliner and giant bat-like eyelash extensions, and adorned her cheek with a cheeky beauty mark. Her skin was the perfect amount of tan, her hair was thick, wavy, brunette, and dangled down to her elbows. Her eyes were very wide and oval. But above all, her enormous breasts were the main attraction and reason for her high employability.

Despite having humble Colombian roots, that never failed to tarnish her taste for luxury. She remembered vividly, as a 5-year-old kid, when a blonde woman with a Chanel bag and huge black sunglasses toured her slums during a church mission trip. She remembered eyeing the bag as if she were seeing God for the first time. Her face lit up instantly, her cheeks got rosy, and she squirmed with delight. She remembered smelling her scent, an exotic floral extract, that masked the usual smell of urine and mud that ordinarily proliferated the streets. She asked to pet the lady’s purse, reaching out her hand until it was swiftly intercepted by her bony white fingers. She remarked, “Ah ah ahhhhhh, I don’t think so sweetheart,” waiving her finger scoldingly. But later offered her a church-sponsored doll—part of the church’s proselytizing plan—as a token of her gratitude.

Veronica kept that doll for her whole life. A white, blond-haired, blue-eyed Catholic schoolgirl in uniform. One day, while collecting water from the village well, Veronica saw that a place called Hungry Mary’s was searching for an “exotic” headliner for their show. Veronica didn’t know what she had to offer other than her voice. She grew up not realizing what her assets were or just how pretty she actually was. She assumed she got the job purely because of her innate talent for singing. Either way, she was shortly rounded up and shipped off to Brazil to begin performing at Hungry Mary’s nightly.

Ruby Chardonnay, on the other hand, was a feast for the eyes. Her main act involved feeding the men while basking in abundant light that seemed to give her skin a glistening effervescence that would lure in any man who looked her way. She laid on top of a giant treasure chest filled with gold coins, jewels, and pearls that added to the mirage of her quite literally sparkling from the light that reflected off the shiny sea of jewelry. One of her props was a perfume mister that would not only activate male pleasure sensors but would increase their appetites so that they would keep on buying more and more food. She fed the men from a menu of options—grapes, pecans, figs. . . slices of cheddar cheese that she would allow them to lick off of her fingers, and, for a heftier fee, she allowed the men to eat off of her body, revealing certain regions in the more seductive hemispheres of her body that were previously kept covered by fruits and biscuits of all kinds.

Ruby was a French girl who got recruited by a connection she met sailing on a Russian billionaire’s yacht through the Mediterranean each summer. For the longest time, Ruby was naive in thinking that he would be only for her after they got married. Then one day, Ruby heard a loud thud above her cabin and climbed upstairs to investigate. She found a stray woman straddling her husband on the floor. The husband knew then that he had to get rid of her somehow because she would tank his reputation.

So he spent some time thumbing through and tweaking their prenuptial agreement and told Ruby she would have more than enough to live very well, but she needed to flee the country to Brazil. After approving of the sketchy new agreement, Ruby was kicked off of the yacht and jetted off to Brazil, where, upon arriving, she realized her husband cut off her finances while attempting to draw money from the bank. Thus, she was forced to start from scratch, living in the slums that were physically walled off from the affluent class that she, not-so-long-ago, belonged to. She soon started to be passed around by the local prostitution circuits, moving from one pimp to another until she landed an audition for Hungry Mary’s.

She had sapphire blue eyes, porcelain white skin, and a petite frame. She too had a boisterous bust and a voluminous behind. She moisturized her skin by relentlessly slabbing on CeraVe and Vaseline by the pound. Additionally, in between clients, Ruby was known to meticulously sanitize her body by diving head-first into the UV and bleach sanitization chamber that was located below her “booth” and, upon emerging, fervently re-applied hand sanitizer. She was also known for routinely taking tabs of acid prior to her shift in order to visualize the men as if they were simply a pen of sweaty fat hogs she was distributing feed to.

At its peak, Hungry Mary’s was a multi-million-dollar business. Booming. It became the talk of the town. There would be lines wrapping around the block to get in, seven days per week. But one night, while in the middle of their acts, government officials raided the venue.

Men started squealing like piglets. Left and right, high-profile men who did not want to be caught soliciting prostitution dove under the tables. Meanwhile, Veronica was in the middle of an acrobatics act. She was suspended thirty feet in the air, in a deep split, held up by two giant silk scarves. Bullets were fired above the crowd to clear the place. Unfortunately, one bullet ricocheted off of the VIP balcony, tearing through the top of the fabric that was keeping Veronica’s right leg suspended. As a result, Veronica tumbled forward, catching her left leg in the remaining scarf.

While Veronica was dangling by one foot in the center of the action, Ruby stumbled into the sanitization chamber; accidentally hitting the lever controlling the chamber’s UV-B radiation option. Ruby was irradiated by the now “tanning” bed, with no place to go now that her gown had gotten caught in between the trap doors, causing them to malfunction. Immediately, Ruby emitted a screech akin to a fully matured barn owl that cut through the maelstrom of hysteria.

Officials came to her rescue as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, by the time they managed to ply her body from the chamber, her pasty white skin turned as red as a sun-dried tomato and instantly began peeling upon closer examination. She was taken into custody thereafter, where she was ultimately tossed into a prison cell freshly stocked with all the other Cash Cows.

All the while, Veronica observed what had happened to her rival—now, with kinder eyes, seen more as a friend. She climbed to the ceiling and kicked the blacked-out skylight open, where she inevitably crawled out of the establishment like a black widow evacuating her nest after an exterminator coated it with insecticides.

By this point, it was past five in the morning. The sky lit with the faintest dull light. The air was cool and very moist after it had been raining all night. Veronica slid off the roof and splattered into a giant puddle that had formed from mixing with the effluence of human waste. Now she was determined to save Ruby from the prison.

As a skilled acrobat, Veronica easily scaled the prison walls, backflipping effortlessly over the barbed wire. At this point, her skin was tar black from being submerged in the urban sludge that filled the puddles, which assisted in her efforts to be camouflaged. Each cell had a tiny window where onlookers could see inside. One after one, Veronica peered through, scanning the ruffians for Ruby. Then, BAM! She found her!

The girls were sitting at the table playing a game of slap-jack, with Ruby as the dealer. The moment Veronica knew it was Ruby was when she aggressively slapped another girl’s hand so loudly that she could hear the stinging slap from outside the building. Veronica was able to lodge open the window, slowly lowering down a rope with a note tied to the end. Ruby saw the note was addressed to her.

It read:

“Do not tell the others, climb the rope I am here for you, only

—sincerely Veronica.”

The other girls, being curious, huddled around her and read the note over her shoulder. Immediately, a frenzy broke out in the cell. The girls furiously began trying to latch onto the rope like a school of hungry piranha.

Ruby had to peel them off, one by one, taking her shoes off her feet to whack them unconscious. Ruby managed to climb the highest, but inevitably, the guards caught on and started rushing in to stop her. Her hand finally clasped onto Veronica’s as soon as they began fishing for Ruby’s foot. Ruby violently kicked the guards in the head. Looking like a headless banshee, she finally managed to break the surface of the outdoors.

The two worked together to flee the premises, dodging floodlights, flashlights, and barking dogs, when they finally arrived at the edge of the yard, where Veronica had to shove Ruby over it by her ass. Ruby finally thumbed over the other side, landing on her face. Veronica shortly followed. Together, they managed to make their way out of town—hitchhiking from the first semi-truck that passed them on the road.

Little did they know, this would be only the beginning of their troubles.