Indecent exposures holid.., p.1
Indecent Exposures Holiday Special: 4 Short Stories, page 1
Contents
THE GHETTO FAB SISTERS
THE VALENTINE’S DAY AND NIGHT AND DAY
THE ONE WHO CAN’T RESIST HIM
THE ONE WHO CAN’T RESIST HIM
THE THANKSGIVING CHOICE
THE GHETTO FAB SISTERS
6:00 pm New Year's Eve. Debbe and La'Rain both fight for position in the one of many full length mirrors in the very small apartment they share. There's no mirror created that can reflect every bit of both their hips next to each other. It's just TOO wide. However, they aren't just looking at themselves, they are always comparing each other as well. Secretly of course. The most loving of each other. and incredibly gorgeous video vixen bodies always on display. Even when fully clothed.
"Will you move! Your big ass is taking up the mirror!"
"You move! I was here first. You can't see beyond those huge melons anyway."
"Are they too big though?"
"Nah, you good sis. They could never be too big. As long as they're perky. Once they sag I'll drive you to the boob doctor to inflate them again!"
They both laugh and adjust their dresses. Clothing has a hard time sticking to the program on their bodies. The tops want to come down and the bottoms want to come up to the place of least work. Their tiny waists. They'll be adjusting the dresses every few seconds for the entire night, but they won't notice after an hour or two. But they have to get the most attention anywhere they go. They absolutely always do. A few days ago, they discussed going all out on gowns to try to fit in with the crowd that's going to be where they're going. But one look at some of the dresses that try to minimize tits and ass, they were out. So they went into their closets that only house the skimpiest, tightest, dresses that can be bought in this city. One time a new part time store clerk gave them a bunch of shit for free if he could take pictures with them after they tried the stuff on. He's jerking off to those pics right now. The place they're going tonight is to accomplish a mission. This crowd would be full of people so rich that a private luxury suite New Year's glitz and glam affair looks just like every other party they've been to this year, whether it was a holiday or a regular Tuesday. Sneaking in won't be easy with this crowd, but it's the best chance they've got to achieve their dream. They put on the high heels that should come with a class on how to walk in. They strut around the house easily though, dodging piles of clothes and way too much furniture.
"It's probably going to be like, a lot of money for the fucking coat check, meanwhile they coat check people only have to walk a few steps to hang it up."
"Yeah, but it's too cold to not bring a coat with this dress!"
Basically all their dresses. One time, La'Rain bought a long dress for a funeral and halfway through the eulogy went to the bathroom and tore it into a mini dress.
"Ok. Do you have cash? I only have like 50 bucks."
"Yeah I have around the same."
They both don't have 50 bucks altogether.
"Are we ready?"
"We're ready!"
They look each other over in approval, but what they're really doing is approving their own looks over each other. Their high heels click on the hard concrete floor and everyone knows to open the doors to their apartments to get a look at them. Or, at the very least, look out of their window to get a glimpse of their bodies bouncing down the street to the one car they also share.
Across town a man named Todd is convincing his best friend to go to the event Todd is bartending at.
"It's gonna be fire, bro"
Todd uses "fire" to describe every event he bartends.
He already knows "fire" can range in everything from Karaoke with a senior citizen group or a party so wild that even the police that come to break up the party leave drunk or high. He's leaning toward staying home and possibly getting some ex or a booty call to come by. The problem with that is, if they stay the night, with New Year's in the air, he'll have to hear the "this is my year" speech or even worse, the "why didn't we get married again?" question.
Or maybe he'll just spend the night alone on New Year's Eve.
No. Hell no!
"Alright, fine!" He says to Todd. "But I don't have any really really fancy rich guy shit to wear."
"Don't worry about that!" Todd fires back. "They always have a collection of shit there that people have left. Stuff you could rent a suite with. They don't even want to be bothered to send a driver or a butler to get it."
"Alright. You got me for drinks right? Like a LOT of drinks!"
They both laugh.
"Yeah, like whatever people leave on the tables I'll pour into one glass for you."
They both laugh again.
Todd continues "No worries, I got you!"
They both head to "Rollin In It". The luxury hotel lounge that became a social club for really rich people. Todd just recently bought a car that looks like an Italian sports car, but is really a new company that failed the safety standard test 25 times before it got approved for the road. It rides like a tool box, it's as spacious as a glove compartment, and it's top speed is probably somewhere around 73 mph before it rattles like it's going to fall apart. But it looks nice. Chicks dig it Todd says. They both hop out, and Todd runs inside to bring him a jacket.
"Bro. With those jeans this jacket is perfect, bro."
"Alright cool" he says. "But how many times are you gonna bro me in one sentence?"
He thanks Todd and he does instantly feel the urge to invest money in a startup company when he has this jacket on. Maybe this will be an ok night after all. Maybe he will find some hot heiress to bring home. Yeah right. All the cool kids are at the other various clubs for the night. Todd tells him to mention that he's his guest for the night to get in. It IS a private club night after all. Todd goes ahead inside and he stays outside to make sure he looks the part going in. Damn. Todd gave him the keys to the car when he was showing him the jacket. Oh well, technically they should be leaving at the same time anyway. They can't take anyone extra home in that death trap of a car. Maybe it's better that he has the keys.
Speaking of death traps, he hears the familiar sound of a muffler dragging on asphalt and turns his head to see Debbe and La'Rain's car crawling into the parking lot. The cloud of smoke coming from under the hood prohibits him from seeing the "flyest two bitches in the city" as they would call themselves. It's not until they park and get out that a mold could be broken when it comes to building women. He can't stop staring at first, so much skin showing, so many curves to look at, so much hair and makeup. Maybe inside this place won't be so bad after all. He plays it cool and sees the sisters whispering to each other and just watches as others going in are recognized by the security. He wonders if an "I'm rich, out of my way or I'll buy your house just to evict you" kinda walk is in order, or a gliding "Oh. This party is full of millionaires? Where's the billionaires' party?" Kinda walk is more suitable. Apparently, the sisters didn't have much luck, they're getting turned around. He can see the disappointment, and utter shock on their faces, since they've never been rejected from a party since kindergarten. Even though they turned around and security can see they're both working with top notch body parts and semi-ok personalities. The nerve of that guy. They must be very strict today with who they're letting in. That sucks. That means everyone fun will probably not even get in. He makes his way to the security guard and mentions Todd's name as he was told. But before going through the velvet rope to boredom, he hears a strong Puerto Rican accent pierce the night air.
"EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME! HANDSOME RICH GUY?!"
He's never answered to "rich guy" before, and FUCK it felt good to.
He turns around smoothly and the two smiling beauties are already in his personal space.
"Hi. Um. Can we talk to you? Over here maybe?" says La'Rain.
"Ok." He says after forgetting what walk to do to get to the spot she asked him to go to.
"Yeah, um, is it possible you can maybe get us in there?" La'Rain continues with her sweetest most innocent face.
"Oh. Well, see, I'm a guest of my friend and he's already -"
"Do you have a private plane?" Debbe asks impatiently.
"DEBBE! You don't just ask that. Not in the parking lot! We wait until we're in there."
Debbe's face screws up in a childlike way. "Hey. If he has a jet, then maybe we don't need to go IN THERE..." She fires back in a taunting way.
"I'm sorry. Let's start over!" says La'Rain after taking a deep breath. "I'm La'Rain, this is my sister, Debbe. We're trying to get in there. We heard it's the hottest party in the city! Can you help us out?"
"Yeeaaah, I don't think so, I don't want my friend to-"
"Please?"
"Pretty please?"
He looks at their faces and smiles at the charm oozing out of them.
"Alright, listen I -"
They turn to each other and high five with both hands like they just won a point in volleyball.
"- I'm going to go inside, ask Todd if he can get you in as our girlfriends. If he can't, I'll open the side door. The one by the Rolls Royce."
"The blue one?" La'Rain asks.
"No."
"The red one?" Debbe asks.
"No."
"The Auburn Sunset one?" La'Rain asks.
"No."
"The Lavender Pearl one?" Debbe asks.
"You're good with your colors, ladies, but no."
"He called us Ladies La'Rain. Aww
"I heard him, Debbe"
He turns slightly to not make it obvious to the security guard. "Ok. The black one." He continues.
"The carbon fiber black or the-"
"YES! You seem to know a lot about car colors."
"Only the rich people ones."
"Ok. Hey. I'm warning you. This party could be great, or really boring."
"We'll take our chances!" Debbe says to La'Rain and they high five again.
He walks inside easy enough and decides that Todd may not even be on board with helping these two women in. Too bad Todd can't see them. Most guys would give up a testicle to have those two ask for anything.
He goes straight for the door without even pretending to look around the party first. To a side hallway and pushes the door open To find them very conspicuously slinking around cars like a comedy spy cartoon. He shakes his head at them.
"WHAAAT?" La'Rain says.
"You two are so obvious it's ridiculous."
"We don't usually have to sneak in stuff. Usually, if we can't make a party, they'll cancel it!"
"I see. And what makes you so special?"
Debbe likes the challenge.
"Well Sir, we are the movers and the shakers, the breathtakers and the party makers. People change their birthdates to make sure we're available."
He shakes his head in approval.
"Well you're both gorgeous enough for people to want everywhere, that's for sure!" he says.
"Aww.. you're too sweet!"
"And handsome!"
"Thank you ladies."
"He called us ladies again!" Debbe says.
He looks at them both smiling and with the flirting, he wonders if he could actually wind up going home with one of them. Or both! Why not both, I mean, stranger things have happened, right? Why couldn't he be -
"Alright I guess we'll talk to you later. Thanks for everything!"
"Oh! Yeah sure. You're welcome."
"What're you doing?" La'Rain asks Debbe in a whisper.
"I'm playing hard to get! She whispers back. "We can't just THROW ourselves at a rich guy and expect him to just-"
"You know I'm still standing right here, right?"
"Oh yes! Of course. We're not idiots!" Debbe says with a laugh.
"Ok."
La'Rain pushes Debbe aside and all he can see is another large set of tits blocking his brain from being able to focus on anything else.
"Hey, so.. you're not going anywhere tonight, in your private jet maybe?"
"I know you would think I'm one of these mega rich people, but honestly, I'm not, I'm not even a drop in the bucket to these people."
They look at each other in a sort of a disappointed way.
"Wait a minute!" La'Rain says as he can actually SEE a light bulb go on in her eyes. "Rich guys don't talk about how much money they have. It's like rude or something to mention how much shit costs, right?"
"Well, yeah, but that's not me, I'm really not -"
Debbe steps over and puts her arms around him.
"It's ok sweetie, we get the hint. You want to get to KNOW us better, right? We get it!"
She turns to La'Rain and winks. We have to earn his trust.
"No. I don't have -"
"C'mon! Let's get to know each other!" She pulls him by the wrist from the hallway to the main floor.
"NIIICE!" They both say in unison as if it were rehearsed. There's one guy playing a piano who looks like even HE will fall asleep any second, a bunch of old people sitting around talking as if they're in the library, and about a half a million staff standing around doing nothing.
The place does look incredible though, the money they spent on decorations, they could have gotten some real entertainment and this place would be jumping. La'Rain quickly runs over to the piano player and sits her big ass next to him. Just the ass hanging over the back of the bench is enough to give all the other women in here an ass and a half. They definitely need it. The piano player abruptly stops in surprise, looks La'Rain up and down and his eyes can't feast enough. He can tell they're not from around here, even if they weren't dressed like they're In a music video. She whispers something to him and puts her hands on the keys.
"Watch this!" Debbe says in a whisper. La'Rain starts playing very beautifully "Waltz for Debby"
"YEAAHHH" Debbe screams unexpectedly. "This is what she does EVERY time she gets near a piano!"
The piano player, shocked and amazed, smiles and starts playing along with her. "She plays this for me, because the guy who wrote it spelled Debbie with an "I-E" at the end, other people spelled the same song with a "Y" at the end, but she says I get the one spelling to match me. One of a kind!"
"That's sweet" he says, "poetic really."
Debbe starts singing the Tony Bennett version of the song. Her voice comes out as loud and colorful as her personality is. That's what gets everyone in mid-sentence to stop and turn around. He just smiles at how they took over the room that quick. The piano player gets another visual his eyes can't handle with Debbe steps into the spotlight singing her heart out. La'Rain doesn't even look back. As he looks around, he sees the smiling faces of the men and women, he knows some of these old farts are probably half deaf and they're really just smiling at the unbelievable curves that are stuffed into those dresses that are too small for them. But those that can hear are pleasantly surprised at what they hear and see.
After a minute, two couples get up and start slow dancing. A few more join them.
"Who are they?" Todd asks after having walked up unnoticed.
"Just two girls I met outside."
"And you snuck them in? Epic!"
Epic. As if it's a celebrity wedding or something.
Todd continues. "Damn. Look at them. I don't know if the pacemakers around here can handle those bodies!"
"I don't know if I can either." He says in reply. "They think I'm rich. I tried to tell them I'm not, but they-"
Their eyes widen and the conversation stops as Debbe jumps on the piano lid and her thick legs go up in the air as if she's a showgirl and a lounge singer rolled into one. The piano player hasn't had this much fun in well, ever. ESPECIALLY not in this place.
"-the don't believe me. "
"I like it man, go with it!"
"Oh no. They'll kick my ass if they find out. They seem tough."
"C'mon man. No one is going to ever REMEMBER what happened tonight tomorrow. Just let me know if you need me to take one off your hands."
"Yeah, ok." He says, rolling his eyes.
The song ends and La'Rain gives a peck on the cheek to the piano player and Debbe bounces off the piano as if she's not wearing heels so high most women would have broken an ankle. The applause is as thunderous as it could be from 35 people. They don't even see the fact that these girls are from not only the other side of the tracks, but they come from under the tracks. They take swift and professional looking bows and some people walk up to shake their hands.
They make a quick path back to him though.
Before they can even get a word out, he can see the absolute bliss on their faces.
"So I guess you ladies like sneaking into parties to sing and play the piano?"
"Not always, sometimes we dance and DJ too if they'll let us spin records" La'Rain says without missing a beat.
"This is my friend Todd, he's a bartender here."
Todd extends his hand and they shake it quick enough to forget they're meeting another commoner.
Todd catches the cool breeze from them and walks away after patting him on the back
"What do you have in your home? You seem like a Blüthner Lucid Exo kinda guy, but maybe a little more traditional like a Steinway?"
"I have no idea what that is."
"Pianos, those are types of pianos! Wow you're so rich you don't even know what kind of piano you have?"
"I don't own a piano. I can't even fit one in my apartment!"
"What about your mansion?"
"I hate to disappoint you, but you're wasting your time with me. I'm not like these people..."
"Oh? OH! You and Todd are... YOU and TODD?"
"What? No!"
La'Rain taps Debbe on her shoulder and motions to the dance floor. There, all the people are up dancing and having a genuinely good time. Something that hasn't happened in this place in forever.
"We got the party started sis! Our perfect score remains!"
They high five each other.
"I think we deserve a drink!" announces Debbe. Then they huddle up and pull some money out of their mouth watering cleavage and start unfolding it.
