Looks Good, Tastes Good (Part 1)

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Aeress

"Explain to me why I have to go to this event of torture again!" Aeress demanded, even as her eyes were glued to the fantasy story unfolding on the screen of her phone. This one was steamier than her usual, though she didn't really have a usual when it came to reading.

She yelped when Shaya pinched her bottom. Her best friend succeeded in ignoring the deathly glare sent her way. Her newly worn pixie-cut gleamed under the looming yet enchanting night sky. "We are going to this event, because all you do is stay home all day and read!" Her mouth pouted, forming her red-painted lips into a heart. It was a lovely and stark color against her dark brown complexion.

Aeress tugged at her own inky strands while rolling her eyes. "No part of that was valid in proving my way of life as unhealthy. Not everybody enjoys sharing space with another mouth-breather." She was just getting to the part in the book that warranted a dim-lit screen, popcorn, and soundproof walls. No one needed to witness her horrendous, animalistic reactions.

Aeress was pinched again! "Oh, shut up with your weird wording! We just graduated college, biotch! I just nailed a government job with benefits in the ass-"

"And should we tell the muggers stalking us your address as well?" Aeress held her phone to Shaya's lips like it was a microphone.

"If they are cute, they can get my number too," Shaya shrugged her shoulders. The pale pink dress on her body fit snugly. Her minimal curves still managed to procure interested gazes. Her lengthy legs were ceaseless as she added strappy heels. 

"Okay," Aeress slipped her phone in the pocket of her loose joggers. "So you have a job, which is awesome and all, but not everything is about you," she pretended to cry, "I've got shit going for me... literally, the only things interesting to me are my shits. How depressing is that? My goals in life are clearly not aligned with the whole adulting thing!"

Shaya tapped her professionally-done nail on her petite chin. "Goals meaning: reading, Almond Joy, reading, Almond Joy, shopping, getting money from millionaire husband and travelling the world? Yeah, none of that involves anything remotely productive!"

Aeress failed at containing her snort. "Finding a millionaire husband takes a lot hard work and effort! It's hard to come by those kind of guys these days without completely altering my entire personality and morals! Bitches are getting desperate." Okay, so maybe she wasn't actively on the search for a man, but a girl could dream!

"That would make you a prostitute. Here's why: you suck his dick," she counted off her fingers as though her explanation was fool-proof, "and five minutes later, a brand new prada bag on your mahogany bedside table! See, I always knew you would be a sex worker." She pointed an accusing finger.

"As if!" Aeress scoffed at her friend who clearly didn't know her well enough, "my payment would be a trip to the bookstore or maybe that one place in New York with that delicious steak! Remember that?" She looked around at their rural environment. Trees and bugs. And least in the city, the bugs there had enough decency to hide. Out here was a wild kingdom of bee hives and horny crickets. She was definitely far from her element.

"I pray I get dick tonight." Her friend crossed her fingers. Shaya had a lovely smile that made any man swoon. She didn't need a tiny dress or high heels to catch a man, but she insisted on it anyway.

Aeress tugged at her tight, black t-shirt. This was about as sexy as she got. "When you get the dick which you so desperately need tonight, will you shut the hell up about getting dick?" she demanded. "I don't understand one-night stands. Do you know how dangerous they are?"

Shaya held her hand up. "Let me stop you before you give me a million reasons why I shouldn't get my brains fucked out by a completely respectable stranger. It didn't work in boring old health class, and sorry my babymama, but it won't work for you either. This hoe right here," she pointed to herself, "is tired as shit of doing it solo. And it's time this girl found a man who can fulfill her needs!"

She kicked a twig away in her thick pair of tennis shoes. "And when is your next mixtape coming out again?" It was pretty hilarious when her friend became a creepy ass horn-dog. If men only knew women were just as bad.

"Fuck you, I need dick!" Yeah, and the whole town knew it by then. Fuckin' geez!

"Said no sane woman ever!" Aeress ran a hand over her short wavy hair. Her bangs were getting lengthy to where they weren't really considered bangs, but it made her feel cool so she let them grow. 

They approached the house-converted-bar. Shaya said it was known to be exclusive, so Aeress had no idea how she acquired an invite. The outside had seen better days from the brown-tinted white walls to the faded roof shingles and cracked window frames. A cool breeze confirmed the impending chill of the night.

"Listen, I know you do the whole 'skirts are for squirts thing', but you couldn't have dressed up a little? Don't get me wrong, babygirl thick, but come on, this night warrants special effort!" Shaya whined, gesturing to her casual, lazy style. Joggers were clearly not making the cut.

"You know damn well I haven't worn a skirt since LBJ was in office-"

"Let's skip the historical references shall we? The thing is," she watched as her friend pulled cloth from her purse, "I may have stretched the fact that this place is sort-of exclusive. This shit is fight-club exclusive, meaning you either get with the heat or visit someone else's kitchen."

Aeress eyed the piece of cloth. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The guy who invited me gave very specific instructions, and we could use some improvements, and by we I mean you!" she threw the material, forcing Aeress to catch it before it fell victim to the dirt-infested ground.

After careful inspection, Aeress identified a skimpy dark blue dress between her fingers. "You expect me to change so we can get into some fancy nightclub? This is a joke, right?"

Shaya crossed her arms. "Put it on." Her eyebrow raised in challenge.

"No."

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Aeress tugged at the top of the dress as they neared the entrance. The thin straps were the only provided support for her poor breasts. At least the flowing skirt nearly reached her knees! "I can't believe I left my bra, t-shirt, and joggers back in the woods for you!"

Shaya threw an arm around her shoulders. She scowled at her, placing a peck on her cheek. "Two new pairs of joggers, a Victoria Secret bra, and a overly-price wool sweater is what you get for wearing a dress paid for by me! That is damn good deal if you ask me."

"Yeah well, I also realized that you really don't complain about my frequent choice of bum fashion-to my face-like those other judgemental bitches, so this is a treat for being a human being which does not vex me. Quick question, though: why not do this whole fashion intervention back at your place instead of forcing me to be butt-ass naked in the freezing woods?"

A bubble of laughter popped from her grinning lips. "And give you a window of escape? I know you, luscious lips. You are one smart son-of-a-bitch, especially when it comes to avoiding situations like these. You would have been halfway down the fire escape before I even finished pulling out the damn thing!"

Aeress wanted to say something witty, but came up blank. She decided a simple, "am I really that predictable?" would do.

"Hell no. If women were predictable, men would have enslaved us from the beginning. We are elusive and sensual, and downright godly. I simply took a gamble and it paid off." Her girls-rule-the-world mentality began to show, which was very ironic considering why they were in this situation in the first place, but it would be a fatal mistake if Aeress externally admitted her thoughts.

Aeress studied her tennis shoes as they were feet away from the front steps. How the hell could Shaya not fit flats in her bottomless bag? "Well don't get used to it. At this rate in my broke life, this is probably your birthday present." Her attention diverted to the house as they made it up the creaking, wooden steps. "And you are sure we haven't been lured here for like human trafficking, because that shit is still thriving, seriously?"

She patted Aeress's arm. "Don't worry, I made sure this place was legit before I even considered asking you to come with. Will there be hot mafia bosses? Possibly, but security is tight here "

Aeress whole-heartedly trusted Shaya with her life. Horny or not, she was incredibly responsible and a well-driven young woman. She was certainly in her twenties, but she was on an entire different level of awareness than her peers. She admired her best friend for that. "That's good, but we bounce as soon as shit gets weird, copy that?"

"Honey," she knocked on the front door which looked ready to buckle under the slightest wind, "I am always packin'. We don't have to worry about shit, shit has to worry about us." Aeress laughed at the overload of sass.

A warm and inviting voice burst from some speaker on the door, "password?" Aeress searched around and just barely caught sight of a well-hidden camera. It was out of place for a house which could have been used for '8 Mile'. Okay, this might have been a step up for Slim Shady.

"Right!" Shaya exclaimed before rummaging through her purse. She did a little victory whistle before producing a giant ass ring. It was clearly old and worth more than Aeress's entire apartment, books included. The jewelery had a giant sapphire rock embedded into the thick, silver band. It was lovely and terrifyingly beautiful.

There were few mechanical sounds in response before the door slid-yes slid-open. A beautiful Asian woman was exposed. Her raven-black locks were pulled back in a bun, which matched perfectly with her simple black pantsuit. When she spoke, there was an underlying german accent, "you two must be new arrivals," she stepped aside, "please come in, we are always ready to pull out the welcome mat."

Aeress was startled when Shaya dragged her forward into the unknown. "The first night is always on me, tell George that Nina said so," called after them with a laughing reaction at Shaya's eagerness.

"I am definitely getting ass tonight," Shaya breathed out as they absorbed their new surroundings. Low, humming hypnotic beats. A dying-sun, subtle glow that appeared from everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. It smelled of clean leather and freshly-washed floors. Everything had been styled with the two words 'sleek' and 'classic' in mind.

"How the hell did you get an invitation to this place?" Aeress demanded as they inched toward the bar which had to have been placed directly in the middle of everything. A bar encircled the endless supply of alcohol. Around was a pick of small, intimate tables, scattered about with a decent amount of room between each.

Though it was the people which interested her most. The men were extremely well built, in all aspects. Every male must have been wrapped in a custom-fit suit, italian shoes, and expensive cologne. It was rather like any man which had ever modeled for GQ had walked through the doors.

The women were even more fascinating. Beautiful, red-carpet worthy dresses. Silk, velvet, and every other lovely material worked to make every female unique and glamorous. They were not hanging on the male's every word, but rather the men were the ones captivated as they puffed on their cigars and sipped their burbon. The women sat back in their chairs with all the confidence in the world.

"Darian wasn't kidding," Shaya muttered as they took seats in front of the bar. Above were the brightest lights in the room, causing the carefully crafted glass bottles to shimmer at the slightest eye movement.

A male approached in a dark uniform. His hair was cropped short and his dark chocolate skin was completely flawless. He smiled, exposing his shining pearly whites. "What can I get you ladies?"

"Get me something that'll look good and taste good," Shaya answered as she batted her curled eyelashes. What a flirt.

"If I wasn't as gay as they came," he winked at her, "my answer would be me, but unfortunately as God declares it, I had better get you that drink. And what about you?" he directed his friendly gaze on Aeress, "what can I get for you?" She tried not to study his lovely almond gaze.

She eased at his genuine smile. "Water for me, but put a lime in it please so I don't look too lame." Yeah, she was great at human interaction. Totally...

He laughed before sauntering off to get their order. She nearly pouted at how defined his butt was as he turned his back to them.

Aeress and Shaya looked at each other for the first time since they walked over the threshold. "If Leonardo the motherfucking DiCaprio walked in, I swear it would be a miracle if I was surprised." She splayed her hands against the countertop and basked in the richness and smooth craft.

Shaya grinned with excitement. "Isn't it great?! Darian described this place to me," her eyes wandered over every surrounding detail, "but I swear I wasn't expecting this. This is crazy!"

"I must admit that I thought we walked past the pearly gates and into hot-people heaven. I mean, I have not seen one single soul so far who is not anything other than eligible for the cover of vogue." She looked around again just to verify her own claim. Her hands began to pat down at her wild locks.

"On my life," Shaya raised her hand in mimick of taking an oath, "that I must follow every hot guy on every form of social media, and I don't know any of these hunks, like at all." Now that definitely said something.

"Okay then," Aeress took a deep breath, "we just play it cool-"

"Ohmygod," Shaya rushed out as her eyes widened, "that fine man is staring at me. Right behind you. Pretend to drop something so you can look." She buzzed with disbelief.

Aeress couldn't hold back her laughter but did as she was told. When she briefly looked over, she nearly toppled over at the blonde male who was clearly checking out Shaya. He smirked when he noticed their returned attention. Dressed in a navy blue suit and black tie, he lounged back with a glass in his palm. She couldn't make out every detail, but knew he was still extremely handsome.

"Should you buy him a drink?" Aeress inquired, looking back at her friend only to find the seat occupied by air. She turned her head to find Shaya gliding over with the seduction of some enchanting witch.

"Great, guess I just lost my wingman," Aeress whined and sat up straight to meet the bartender. He placed the two drinks down and smiled when he found where his second customer wandered off to: blondie's lap.

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Thank you so much for joining me on this crazy rollercoaster!! It'll definitely be a trip...

I should warn you as in the description, there will be explicit sexual content, violence, language and other adult situations which can be extreme for many. If I feel you should be warned about a certain part, I will definitely do so.

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Your Truly,

TheParableQueen


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