The Dollface Deez

Dollface Deez

By Renee Scott

     The Dollface Deez ran Rocktown and Donna Dollface ran the Deez. 

No one ever decided to live in Rocktown. The good citizens landed like trash lands on the side of the road after being tossed from a moving car.  Rocktown collected human garbage and refuse like the edge of a highway. 

Once, long ago, Rocktown had a different name.  The cobblestone streets, granite buildings and stone sculptures seemed beautiful.  The mega wealthy and A list stars all visited.  Now though, erosion and weathering reduced the once glittering city to little more than a vast collection of ugly.  A person could spend a lifetime looking for something beautiful in Rocktown without success. Down the cobblestone side streets and in the gray brown granite buildings ugly people did ugly things for ugly reasons.

     Jack ran the Fluff and Puff Clinic in Rocktown.  Jack could fluff and puff a person’s lips, tits or ass in a hundred different ways.  Jack no longer had a medical license.  He lost those years before.  The fact he graduated medical school and had experience as a plastic surgeon made him valuable in Rocktown. 

Jack charged ten dollars per cut, twelve if you wanted anesthesia. Most procedures required sixteen cuts or less.  The exception to that rule Jack called his double trouble bubble butt puff and fluff. That operation required twenty one cuts and after, if a person had to haul ass, they made two trips.

Daisy Dollface stripped and lay down on Jack’s table.

“With or without?” Jack asked.

“With”, Daisy answered.  She wanted the anesthesia this time.  A full puff and fluff on the lips could be painful and Daisy wanted not just duck lips but a full duck bill.

Jack leaned down and snorted a line of coke.  He then quickly washed his hands under a weak stream of tepid water.

Daisy wanted to say something about Jack snorting coke, something about him not offering her any.  Daisy kept silent though.  She had her own stash safely stashed in her clothes. Since Jack didn’t offer to share, she decided she wouldn’t either regardless of how good her puff and fluff turned out.

Jack swallowed a couple valium telling Daisy, “The coke makes me jumpy.”  Before starting the lip fluff and puff he examined her breasts.  Daisy had one fluffed and the other puffed the week before. 

Daisy obviously also had a new tit tat, possibly a compass, on her fluffed breast. 

“Minky do that ink?” Jack asked.  Minky owned the local tattoo parlor, ‘Minky’s Ink’.  He did good work.

“He sure did.  Said it’s a Mayan Long Count Calendar.”  Daisy liked Minky.  He shared his coke.

“Looks like a compass.” Jack said.

“Whatever.”  Daisy never saw the Mayan Long Count Calendar or a Compass.  She wasn’t qualified to add two cents worth to that conversation.

“Either way, it’s still a nice tit tat.” Jack offered.

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Finishing the lip fluff and puff thirteen cuts and one hour later Jack put the duck mold on Daisy’s lips.  It stretched her lips the way a primitive lip plate stretches lips.

“You will need to leave that in on for three days to get the full effect.” Jack told Daisy.  He then cut a few more lines of coke, adding in some chopped up Oxycontin.   Begrudgingly he handed Daisy a six inch straw, long enough to extend past the duck bill mold, and told her she could have a toot.

After Daisy finished her toot she got dressed. 

Jack studied her face saying, “Next time you should let me do your beak.”

At that moment Lou walked into the operating room. 

Lou worked for Stinky Carl Clapper as his right hand man and chief tough guy.  Stinky Carl, no relation to Minky, produced an enzyme that made his skin smell like rotten fish. 

Lou lost his sense of smell at age nineteen when someone used a brick on his nose while brawling in a bar. Stinky and Lou were a match made in heaven.  They fit together perfectly; in more ways than one.

“Mr. Tenant what can I do for you.” Jack asked.

Lou Tenant answered. “I’m here to collect for Stinky Carl.”

Jack shrugged.  “Take it up with Donna Dollface not me.”

Lou Tenant began to drawn his gun but he wasn’t fast enough.  Daisy slapped leather, jerking her smoke wagon and pulling a .45 caliber heater.  She fired three times, the gunshots sounding like dynamite in the small room.  Her first round took half of Lou’s right ear.  Her second carved a valley across the top of his head.  Her third shot went between Lou’s eyes ending the conversation for good.

Daisy thought whoever deiced to call a firearm “a heater” must have been a genius.  Every time she used her heater she felt so fucking hot.

Jack thought an insane heavy metal musician must of pounded his ear drum, confusing it for a base drum.  He looked at Daisy who seemed to be talking to him trying to say something but all Jack heard was “Quack Quack Quack.”

The ringing in his ears calmed down some and he understood Daisy was really saying “Jack, that fucker almost gave me a heart attack.”

He nodded, picked up the blower and called Zelda at the switch and swap organ bank.  “Hey Doc Z,  got a fresh body here.  Going to want to keep it quiet, it’s Lou Tenant.  Stinky Carl is making a move, trying to push Dollface Donna out.”

Jack and Zelda made arrangements regarding Lou’s corpse and how much Zelda would pay.  Daisy pointed out she warmed Lou up with her heater and expected half the money and a free beak fluff the flowing week.  Jack agreed and the deal was done.

Denise Dollface arrived to help Daisy back home to the Dollhouse.  The name of the brothel wasn’t original but what the Dollface Deez did wasn’t original either.

Once back at the Dollhouse, Denise and Daisy went directly to Donna Dollface telling her what happened. 

Donna knew Stinky Carl would make a move and now that he had she would bring a war to Rocktown unlike any before.  Stinky Carl made a mistake.  He underestimated Donna Dollface and that mistake would cost him and everyone he knew their lives.