Disclaimer: I am not making any money for this story. I am just borrowing them from JE.

This story is the collaborative effort of Cupcakes and Babes!!!

I'd like to thank Becky Johnson and XJerseygirl for all their help! Just goes to show you that cupcakes and babes not only Can work together, but they Can be friends as well, hell they can even like each other J.

I'd also like to thank Akasha, if it wasn't for her bringing everyone together, and asking the writing question, I might never had met Becky and gained a friend.

This is Not a cupcake story or a babe story, oh just read it, I promise you will like it!!

FUCHSIA

I walked into the office equipped with a dozen Boston Creams. Connie was at her desk filing her nails and Lula was next to Connie pretending to be doing the filing.

"Good morning! I come with the essentials, donuts and coffee."

"Well its about time you dragged your skinny white ass in here, bring that on over here." Lula pointed to Connie's desk.

And there she stood, a vision in fuchsia. Fuchsia hair, all bright and sticking straight out. Guess it was good she wore it short these days. She had on a fuchsia top, if you could call it that. It was more like a band-aid, if you asked me. It just kind of stuck to all the essential areas and looked like it was about to peel off. God I hope not! Then there was the bottom half. I refrain from calling it a skirt. It was a fuchsia rubber band with strings on either side to, uh, hold it together, and it was stretched to its limits. Without a doubt, if that thing popped it was gonna kill somebody! I just knew it.

I walked over to the desk and put down the donuts. Just as Lula bent down to get one, Vinnie came out of his office and I heard a sound like a rubber band snapping, only 100 times louder.

I was facing Connie at the time. I saw her jaw drop to the floor. I looked up and into Vinnie's office. It was like one of those slow motion movie bits. I watched Vinnie falling backwards, trying to reach behind him to stop his fall. His foot was tangled in the cable wire coming from his computer monitor. That just tripped him up some more. With a huge crash down went Vinnie, the monitor landing right on his crotch. It was spitting and sputtering from where the cable had pulled from the electrical outlet.

I turned around to see Lula looking into Vinnie's office, her mouth hanging open. I slowly looked down and I realized that she was wearing a huge fuchsia thong, the same color as her so-called skirt. Hey, what happened to the skirt? I looked at where Lula was gaping at and there was Vinnie lying on the floor. He was tangled in a mess of computer wires. His limbs where every which way but the way they should have been. But that wasn't the worst of it. There, wrapped tightly around his head, was Lula's skirt. It clung to his face like Saran Wrap on a Tuna sandwich. We could see he wasn't breathing. I don't think any of us wereI looked at Connie, Connie looked at me, and we both looked at Lula who was looking at Vinnie.

We just stood there gawking at him, waiting to see if he would move. Lula stood there, frozen, in all her glory, mouth opening and closing like a big fuchsia guppy. Connie just sat in her chair, nail polish in mid swipe, staring at the doorway. And me, looking at both of them and then at Vinnie. No one moved for what seemed like an eternity. The door opened up and the trance was broken.

"Babe?"

Suddenly, Lula realized her state of undress and with a squeak, flew into the bathroom. I just pointed to Vinnie's office and Ranger rushed in. I think he wanted to laugh, but really it wasn't funny. Ranger removed the so-called skirt from Vinnie's face. He looked back at me and shook his head. I knew then that Vinnie was gone.

Death by spandex!