/authors/no-one/Recent content in No One on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-us/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-sorority/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-rubber-sorority/<p>The Rubber Sorority by No One 2001</p> <p><strong>Part 1: The Delivery</strong></p> <p>Ted was running deliveries for Hot Pizza Pie on Halloween. He couldn&rsquo;t believe his dumb luck being scheduled to work on one of the biggest party nights of the year. He lived in a big college town and he attended some classes at the University. Ted was what you might call a working class student. He worked a ton of little jobs to put himself through college. All his efforts, however, had yielded few results. He didn&rsquo;t have much of a social life, his grades stunk and he was always broke. To add insult to injury he was just dumped by his girlfriend. He fumed over his situation as he waited for the next order to be prepared.</p>/stories/1/01/01/the-ship/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-ship/<p><strong>THE SHIP</strong> by No-one</p> <p><strong>1: The Orb</strong></p> <p>Bob wasn&rsquo;t exactly sure why he was here in the first place. Maybe it was that he got sick of listening to that inner voice that kept telling him that he needed to get out in the world and experience things that had held his fascination for so long. Or maybe it was that he was sick of being home every night fantasizing about being dominated by beautiful women wearing shiny leather, rubber and/or latex. Bob was from a small town originally. He had moved to the big city for a job that was interchangeable with a thousand other jobs in the big city. He was a drone, 8 to 5 in a grey little cubicle in a monolithic tower of steel and glass. Soul-draining wasn&rsquo;t even the half of it. To make matters worse, when he was able to find someone to ask out, the chance of finding a mate interested in becoming his mistress was very remote. The end result was always the same: they denounced him as a pervert and told him to hit the bricks.</p>