Annie Malinky

As Dawn Rose and Annie awoke simultaneously to the sound of the fire alarms beneath the tarpaulin they'd slung down as a quilt the night before, they each took a moment to cherish a glance at the naked bodies of the other two. They would all agree that each one of them was better looking than the other two, but would lose no sleep over the memories of the shameless debauchery they'd been a part of over the last few months together. Their flight from Hampton Court menagerie had not only liberated their bodies, but their minds and even their child-like libidos. Life on the road as animals was just what the vet had ordered as far as the girls were concerned.
Annie was the first dressed because she had no clothes, so she scurried down the cold steel corridor to the kitchen and proceeded to hack at the congealed octopus lying on the central workbench. They'd left the plates and utensils out after eating last night because an impromptu group kissing session had begun over the main course -raw halibut steak with un-peppered cod cheeks- so Annie simply heaped up a gelatinous lump of cold tentacle onto the remains of her last meal and wandered over to the seating area. As she plopped down onto the metal sofa, Dawn marched in whistling an old shanty.

"You're cheerful today!" said Annie brightly, before slurping an indistinct grey lump into her mouth.

"Oh fuck off you old slut!" chuckled Dawn. She went straight to the porthole and stared out at the grey waves. Yup. Another pointless day of group masturbation on this rusting old stolen boat. Not long though, she reminded herself. Her impatience was turning the obligatory sexual sessions with Annie and Rose a little sour and pointed, to say the least. She had spent more breath on apologies than passion during the last few sessions. The other two were beginning to get a little anxious underneath the wild sexual romping, she could tell. At least, she thought she was sure...

Finally Rose wandered in, totally oblivious to her environment. It was a wonder that she managed to even get into the room without some sort of mild bruising considering her starry-eyed ignorance. She was humming an indecipherable tune as she stopped in front of the central work surface with the congealing octopus resting on it.

"Umm, no." She said, apparently to a thought she was having. She looked down at her feet and smiled. "Ha ha! I was just thinking..." she trailed off and stood there staring at her feet, absently pushing a dangling lump of hair back over her ear. Dawn and Annie ignored her, as usual.
Dawn had stomped over to where Annie was sitting on the metal sofa and joined her, sitting disrespectfully close with her elbow resting on Annie's hip. She pulled a cigarette out from behind her ear- half smoked- and coughed into Annie's breakfast as she pulled in her first lungful of stale smoke.

"Switch the fucking alarm off Rose." Said Dawn, the fag having resurrected her standard gruff persona to it's fullest embodiment. Indeed, they had all become so accustomed to the fire alarm's regular shout for attention that it almost seemed pointless to switch it off. However, switch it off they did most of the time. Even Rose knew where the button was. She responded a few seconds later and did as she was told, mumbling something about a bikini as she climbed onto the swivel-chair and reached for the little red button...