NINE LIVES
CHAPTER 9
I was at the office bright and early just as promised. I collected my files and Lula, and was heading to McDonalds for breakfast
Lula was in hooker hauteur today.
Lime green spandex leggings and a canary yellow halter neck top that showed a good portion of stomach. Pink 4inch heels and a hat made of that fake fuzzy fur in the same pink. She looked stunning, or so she told me. And who am I to argue.
It looked as if my luck was holding; Lula and I collected three of my four FTA's without incident before lunch.
We decided to celebrate with a trip to the mall.
We were knee deep in a pile of Macy's shoe department. I had just tried on a to die for pair of snakeskin (faux of course) sandals with a three inch stiletto heel. I had paid all this months bills, and had even managed to put some away for a rainy day, but I was still debating wether to buy.
I was half way through asking Lula's opinion on the matter when I spotted the hottest pair of FMP's I had seen in a long time. They were even hotter than the pair I destroyed in the bar fire (not my fault) last summer. These were some fine looking shoes. Black leather, four inch heel with a 2 inch wide ankle strap.
These shoes were the shit.
Shoes that hot deserved a new dress.
Lula and I hauled ass over to Macy's dress department and proceeded to try on almost every dress they had.
God only knows where she found it, I was in the change room rejecting yet another cocktail dress when she brought in this hot pink silk number that shimmered in the light. It was short tight and ridiculously low cut. Lula insisted that I try it on immediately.
Now this was not something that I would normally wear. Not even for distraction jobs. It was just to…sexy. But we were having fun, being girls and playing dress up.
Lula had shoehorned herself into an orange spandex thing – I refused to call it a dress, and the sight of her bouncing up and down was too much to argue with.
I zipped myself in, while Lula disappeared mumbling something about a matching handbag. The dress fit like a second skin. Tight to the point of suffocation, at least that's what it looked like, it was actually remarkably flexible. And on it was a whole lot classier than it looked hanging on the rack. And hot damn, it pushed me up to a c cup!
In my excitement at my new bust size I burst out of the change room in search of Lula.
'for a skinny assed white girl you sure look goooood' That was a compliment I'm sure of it.
I was admiring myself in the big mirror that the staff at Macy's had thoughtfully placed outside the change rooms and Lula had found a seat and was taking a break.
'So what's with batman?'
'He's outta town' I gave her the short answer.
She grunted 'and what about the cop?'
'We've been over this.' a lot 'Joe and I are finished'
'and the blind dates at you mama's?'
'Complete disaster' I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy checking me out. Damn I did look good.
'So there's no one new then?'
'No'
'you sure?' where the hell was she going with this
'Yeah, Lula I'm sure'
'So you don't know that guy over there that's drooling all over himself?'
'Which guy?' Oooh I was paying attention now
'the guy with the camera'
