Girlcore | S1 E1 | A Delicate Vice

Cat’s parked on a dead-quiet curb in a dark car, eyes on the sidewalk, waiting for Allison. When Allison finally shows up in fake fur and red-slicked lips she slides into the back seat counting her night’s cash. She tells Cat she doesn’t need a chauffeur, but Cat stays cool, says she’s just keeping her safe, and drives to the next john. While Cat waits she’s swimming in memories of the nights they spent tangled together, Allison’s weight on her face, those heavy tits in her palms, Allison dripping wet and panting. Back home Cat’s wall is papered with shots of that same body on all fours, skin shiny with sweat. She’s hooked. Wants Allison out of the life, even if Allison keeps laughing at the offer. After the second trick Allison hands over a new address. The warehouse district. Cat’s calm cracks. She begs her not to go, but Allison smirks, “You gonna take more pictures?” Cat can’t argue. She drives. A suited guy’s posted at the graffiti-covered doors. Allison climbs out, takes his hand, disappears. Cat sits alone, the whole fantasy cracking. When Allison stumbles back out in tears, begging to leave, something in Cat snaps. She pops the trunk and the truth of how far she’ll go to “keep Allison safe” stares back at her.