In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Penny couldn't stop, she sobbed and shook into Ula's bony
breast as Ula massaged her shoulders, stretched her out, then slid
alongside her.
"Poor baby," she said kissing her stinging eyelids, lips, sliding
her hand over Penny's still white and unburned breasts. When Ula
rolled on top of her, Penny erupted into a fit of hiccups. "Penelope, I
taught him everything he knows about women. E-ver-y-thing."
Burning and jolted by spasms as she was, Penny did nothing to resist
when Ula's leg pried apart her thighs. Square, don't be square, Penny
told herself. There could still be hope, if she lay very still and let Ula get
on with her little game. A cold slippery thing slipped up her thighs,
pushing to get inside, and Penny had a pretty good idea what the thing
was by the time Ula turned it on and whispered in a prim, almost
clinical voice, "Penelope, it's his, it even has the veins, painted on by
hand!"
"Fuckin' pervert!" Penny flung both Ula and her contraption
off her and leapt for the door, the disembodied phallus flopping around
behind her on the empty dance floor.
Seconds later, Ula's wrath exploded against the double bolted
steel fire door. Unintelligible sounds gurgled through the steady
pummeling. "Oh, it's very too late now, bitch. You'll never have him
now. Never! Never! Ghrwaughrr."
BAM BAM BAM.
Penny went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. She
let the cold water pound her to the bone, hoping it would numb what
burned inside her skull even more than over her skin. Dripping all over
the place she hobbled out and began searching for the silver cigarette
box where she kept her stash of joints. She found the box, and with
cold clumsy fingers wrenched it open, but it was empty, they must have
smoked up all her dope yesterday. She ransacked the wastebasket,
crawled over the concrete floor, under the futon, the tables, everywhere
looking for a stray roach, but they were all smoked up
Her hair still wet, she pulled on yesterday's outfit because the
demarcation lines were inside the burn, then her jelly sandals, still
sandy, and marched up to Washington Square Park to find Arrow.
Police lights flashed around the park. She saw a cop push
Arrow's shock of dreads down into the car.
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