Ben was gone - he had dealers to meet, stuff to buy, arrangements to make for their trip back home.
The girl kicked off her boots and plopped down on the sofa.
Sharing Mira with Ben had been fun, and she felt tired, dazed and utterly relaxed. She chuckled. Probably because of the bong they had shared afterwards. She remembered what Madame Zerelda had said about her old idea of marriage, and chuckled again. She did not need to marry Ben. They were like a wolf and his bitch, hunting together. They shared a deep trust and enjoyment of each other that was beyond any ritual of the Church. They could screw whoever they felt like, but they were mated for eternity.
She fingered the pentagram hanging around her neck.
In a few days she would meet her father the Dean, that useless cunt of her mother and her two lame virgin sisters. And her sweet darling auntie, too… she chuckled.
She picked a packet of cigarettes from the table and lit up.
She anticipated the shock of her family seeing her this way - her hair cut short, her body wrapped in hot leather, pierced, tattooed and thoroughly debauched. She sighed, and stretched her legs, feet on the table. People would talk, and she now had what she needed to make sure they would have lots to talk about.
The bathroom door opened, and out walked the redhead they had seen in the shop. She was wearing a thong and a big smile. She did not say anything, and stepped into Heidy's room.
"The family's growing," Sharon thought.
When Sharon saw the redhead again, the following afternoon, she had turned completely. The change had taken away the softness of her features and hardened her abundant curves. There were two black streaks in her fiery hair, at her temples, and her face had hardened, her jaw squared. Her fingernails were long and sharp, and black. There were other alterations, Sharon imagined, but she could not place them right now.
The redhead was wrapped in a bed sheet, toga-like, as she came into the kitchen. She sat at the table and pulled a Marlboro out of the packet resting there. Sharon lit it up with her zippo.
"Thanks," said the other woman. Her voice was husky, low, dirty.
"Coffee?"
"Anything harder?"
Sharon pulled out a bottle of vodka.
"Fuck, that's perfect. Fill me up."
Over drinks they made each other acquaintance.
Cassidy had been a mid-ranking secretary in one of the major legal firms in town.
She stubbed out her cigarette. "Not that he was such a great lay. And of course he promised it was a temporary thing, the cunt. He said he'd leave her and we'd get together, and it would be oh so beautiful."
"You fell for that?" Sharon asked, laughing out loud.
Cass shrugged. "Yeah, laugh, you bitch. I was a fool, I told you. You know what they say, when a girl reasons with her heart and not with her pussy?"
She laughed and leaned back in her chair. "I serviced him for two years, the prick. I fucked him, I blew him, I did everything. I felt shame as I did it, but I was in love, stupid twat that I was. And then, yesterday, he announces he's going on a second honeymoon with his frigid bitch, and they are going to have a baby come November." She chortled, and shook her head. "Hell, I was shattered. What a fucking twat!"
"You or him?" Sharon asked. “The fucking twat?”
"Fuck, me. You think I'm giving a damn for the prick, now?"
They smoked in silence for some time.
"But yesterday... oh, I was in pain, can you believe it? Like my life was at its end. And so as I was rambling in my desperation, I chanced upon the shop. Madame Zerelda will tell you your future."
Sharon grinned. "Worked out all right."
"Fuck it did," Cassidy laughed out loud. She grasped her massive boobs and weighed them, with a pleased grin. "Never felt better. I guess my life did end, in a way, right?"
Then she looked around. "Mind if I use your phone?"
Sharon nodded for her to go on.
The woman walked to the phone. Her sheet left her ample back and well-designed shoulder blades exposed.
She dialed a number.
"Anne? It's Cass... Cassidy, yes. No, nothing's wrong with my voice, thank you. It's perfectly right as it is, actually. Yes, I know. I'm staying with some friends, that's why you didn't find me. Listen Anne, I'm calling because I just wanted to tell you to fuck off.” She watched Sharon and winked. “It means I'm quitting. No, I am all right. Yes, I know you know. Everybody does, right? I guess you had a nice good laugh yesterday. Never been better, actually. No, listen - Listen, you bitch! I had my fill of your shitty office, your bunch of lame half-assed gossiping losers and all the rest. So I'm quitting. No, I won't come to clean my desk. Burn the stuff for all I care. Oh, no - you can keep my dildo. It's in the second drawer. Works great. Try it sometimes."
She hang up and grinned. "Fuck, now that felt good!"
Heidy came into the kitchen. She was wearing a 'Polite as fuck' T-shirt and a leather miniskirt. She leaned closer and kissed Sharon. "I see you've met my friend," she whispered.
"Uh-hum."
"Isn't she gorgeous?"
Cassidy was standing in the middle of the living room. The sheet had slipped further, exposing a melon-sized breast.
"I'll need some clothes," she said. "And some accessories."
Heidy walked up to her and kissed her aggressively. "Don't worry, babe," she said. "You can borrow some of mine as we go for a round of shopping."
She turned at Sharon. "You coming, honey?"
Sharon stubbed out her smoke. "Won't miss it for the life of me."
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