Part 9 (2/2)
”Nice goin', lady! Stand in your p.i.s.s until I finish my paperwork.” The officer shook her head and chewed her gum, swearing in French. ”Let the New Year's Eve weekend loonies bloom, folks. Bonne annee.”
One thing was certain, Rielle was headed for jail.
b.l.o.o.d.y hand unattended, he left Rielle standing in her yellow puddle. In the driveway, Warner pa.s.sed the broken champagne bottle he'd intended to share with Red. He slid into his convertible and drove up and down Rue de la Republique and around Gustavia Harbour in search of her. Pre-New Year's parties were in full swing atop the yachts lining the waters. Blondes and brunettes danced and called his attention, but no redheads. No Red.
Where are you? Who are you? I have to know.
Why is it so impossible to get laid? Taddy walked up to the villa, her gator-skin bag under her arm. Vive stumbled three steps ahead swinging her skunk fur purse in the air. ”Farnworth,” Taddy shouted after her.
Vive turned back. ”Brill.” One eye opened wide as the other slid shut. ”Wasup?” She unlocked the door and pushed through the living room, collapsing on the sofa in an exasperated huff.
Taddy went into her bedroom and threw the purse in her suitcase. It was covered in dirt. No good to her now. She slipped her dress off, dreaming of Garner's hands on her body. Wrapping in a terry cloth robe, she returned to the living room.
Lex sat in a lounge chair next to Vive and sketched her fas.h.i.+on designs. She gazed at Taddy. ”This is early for you. What gives?”
”Go first, Vive, I wanna hear how things progressed after you hit the dance floor.” Taddy hoped her friend's night would be better than hers. From the caked mascara around Vive's blue eyes, it appeared likely.
”One sec, my feet are killin' me.” Vive slid one Christian Louboutin stiletto off followed by the other. ”That's better. So tonight, this hot Frenchman was eating from the palm of my hand.” She held out her arms to show the bite marks. ”We're getting it on at his hotel room over by Tom's Beach. Oliver...I recall. Anyways my dress is up over my head, he couldn't get the zipper down. He's goin' to town, eatin' me out.”
”I'm jealous.” Taddy sighed.
”Ollie's runnin' his eager tongue in long strokes over my slit and into my a.s.s. Cloud nine here I come, right?” Eyes rolling back in her head, Vive clenched her legs together and huffed, dramatically. ”Between his s.e.xy tongue stabbing my c.l.i.t, he licked, nipped and bit my hard nub.”
Here my gal Vive goes...
Lex rested her hand under her chin, eyeing Vive to continue.
”He gets his belt loose and drops his pants. The dude zaps the lights before I pull my dress from my face. I must see what I'm gettin' into. I flip the nightstand lamp on.” Vive's head shook in apparent disgust. ”When I spot...”
”What?” Taddy didn't follow.
”Itty-bitty sores.”
”Huh?” Lex's left eyebrow shot up.
”Little dots, sorta reminding me of the sprinkles Lex puts on her Haagen-Dazs.” Vive added, ”Except they were purple and filled with-”
”Gross.” Taddy wished she hadn't heard this. The man she Candy Land tripped with was hunky perfection, minus his bride-to-be and baby-on-board, of course. Vive won on worst-guy-to-score-with, hands down.
”We see where this conversation is going.” Closing her sketchpad, Lex stood from her nesting spot and stalked into the kitchen. Pots clanging, then the water came on. ”I'm making us tea.”
”Go on.” Taddy sat back on the sofa cus.h.i.+ons next to Vive.
”Well, he's rock-hard. I ask him about the blisters. Ollie explains they're some reaction to the hotel's soap.” Vive heaved in laughter. ”Granted I haven't attended an STD cla.s.s since the tenth grade, but his rash resembled those images from Mrs. Pringle's slideshow-herpes.”
Lex came in with a Neapolitan wafer tray. ”I ordered room service after you two left.” She poured herself some cream and pa.s.sed it over to Taddy.
Taddy took a sip as the warm liquid relaxed her throat. She tasted Garner on her lips and an excited tremble pa.s.sed through her. ”This is better than champagne.” She smiled at Vive who didn't argue. ”What did Ollie do when you called him out on his-inflammation?”
”He threw me out of his room. Can you believe this s.h.i.+t? I didn't intend to lick, suck nor ride Ollie's dirty d.i.c.k anyways. The nerve.” Vive crunched down on a cookie. She spoke with a mouthful. ”The two studs I chatted up prior to Mr. Herpes were a couple. So cute. So bis.e.xual.”
”The guys you danced with when we first arrived?”
”Yup, they invited me home with them too. I can't get into the two-guy thing. It freaks me out. Who wants to suck a d.i.c.k after he's shoved it in another dude's a.s.s? I don't wanna lick a s.h.i.+t-sickle. h.e.l.l I don't even wanna suck a c.o.c.k after it's f.u.c.ked my v.a.g.i.n.a or a.s.s or both.” Vive rode the wit and sarcastic joke wave.
”Nice language, Farnworth.” Taddy wondered if she'd snorted a b.u.mp. Her pupils didn't appear dilated. Vive had been off drugs for a few months now.
”I should've gone home with the bi-guys. Then I wouldn't be sittin' here eaten calories with you b.i.t.c.hes.”
All righty then.
Lex directed her attention to her, refusing to pay Vive any mind. ”And what about you, Miss Taddy?”
”I met a Big Daddy.”
”Yummerific!” Vive stomped her bare feet with enthusiasm.
”Name was Garner, didn't get his last name. He smelled expensive and made me o.r.g.a.s.m in my seat.” Taddy a.s.sumed it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
”Now I'm the one who's envious, honey.” Vive frowned.
”Don't be. The second we got back to his place his fiancee broke it up. b.i.t.c.h comes outta nowhere and starts going off. I hightailed it outta there.”
Pouring more tea, Lex confirmed, ”This is why I stick to my Masi Salami and don't go out much to clubs, let alone date.” She swung her feet onto the ottoman and seemed happy her two friends had come back to spend time with her.
”What's a Masi Salami?” Vive asked.
”Lex named her d.i.l.d.o after the hot guy she buys fabrics from,” Taddy answered on her friend's behalf.
”Blake bought it for me. It's from the Pleasure Chest in the village. I didn't think I'd like it.”
”But?” Vive loved dirty talk.
”I love it.” Lex smiled. ”Anyways, we need to focus on much more than men this upcoming year,” she said. ”I have an idea, Vive. Taddy and I spoke about this earlier.”
”You were serious about us giving up-”
”What?” Vive interrupted.
”Men!” Lex declared it as the greatest thing she'd ever come up with. It sounded pretty dumb to Taddy. ”For the New Year, we focus on our businesses.”
”Meaning?” Vive didn't get it.
”I'd be happy with Easton Essentials securing more Barney's doors. Their Beverly Hills store, yes, if they take the line, the rest is easy.” Lex held up the sketch she'd worked on. Safe, comfortable and form-fitting, a sure hit.
Vive interjected, ”Okay, I follow. So...in the New Year I want Debauchery to out-subscribe People Magazine in circulation. I'd also love to merge my biz with a larger media company-a TV network.” Vive's face sobered as she added, ”Work aside, I want to quit drinking.”
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