The plot I had planned for this chapter will now be in the next chapter or the chapter after that, but I got this idea when I saw the new Jessica Simpson music video before and I can't get it out of my head so I felt like I needed to write it now lol.
The title of this chapter is a play on the song "these boots are made for walkin". Also, the rating on this chapter is up a little bit compared to the others, but nothing too much.
Ps. I don't know a lot about the eighties or if certain things were or weren't invented though, so please play along lol.
So sorry, I don't have time to reply to reviews tonight, sorry, but I will next time ; )
These Boots Are Made For Possessin:
New York, 1980
In the back of a strip club in the 'dodgy' part of the city, Matilda "Madhouse" Fox was getting ready for a night of dancing for dirty old men and getting tips for it. Clad in a tight red leather bra, with denim hot pants and scarlet stiletto boots, she applied mounds of bronze and red makeup to her face before overloading her eyelashes with gold mascara and tugging all of her long, red streaked, blonde hair tightly back so it was almost stuck to her scalp, and holding it there with a gold band. Before walking through to the bar, she pulled a brown leather bound book from her locker, tracing her hand across the pentagram on the front and then flipping open the yellowing pages,
"it's time," she whispered, taking three candles from her locker and setting them on the floor in a triangle. Next, she stepped into the centre of the triangle and chanted her spell:
"Bless my belongings, connect them to me,
Trace my soul through them, let it be,
Awaken myself when they're found by one of power,
Hide my book until that hour."
A gold aura illuminated both of her boots,
"no exactly the belongings that I had in mind," she said, as the glow faded and her book disappeared into a swirl of lights.
"At least now I can return eventually and be ridden of this hellish life," she murmured, "I'll be able to live again," and then she slipped her leather gloves onto her hands and went to work.
San Francisco, 2006
Piper and Prue linked arms as they wandered through the mall, but Prue stopped when they came across an Antique Fashion store,
"whoa, look at those boots," she said, looking admiringly at a pair of red boots,
"hate to break it to ya sweetie, but I don't advise walking around in stilettos when you're eight months pregnant," Piper told her.
"Okay then, you buy them! then when I'm done being pregnant I can wear them!" Prue stated,
"nice way to put it," Piper smirked,
"seriously, they would drive Leo wild," Prue grinned,
"Prudence!" Piper scolded, before letting out a small laugh,
"c'mon," the eldest said, grabbing Piper by her arm and pulling her into the shop.
Moments later,
"great choice," the store assistant said, putting the boots into a box then putting that into a bag, "it says here that these once belonged to a lap dancer called Madhouse,"
"lap dancer?" Prue repeated, trying to hide a smile,
"don't say a word," Piper calmly said, pinching her sister on the top of her arm and then handing over her credit card.
That night, Piper and Leo were going out for the night, leaving the kids with their new witch babysitter Emma. The molecular was already dressed in a black, knee length, leather skirt and a low-cut, long sleeved, red top, she was about to put on her boots when she paused and decided to do her hair and jewellery first instead. After tying her dark curls into a ponytail, fastening gold hoop earrings in her ears and clasping a gold, diamond and red jewel studded, crucifix around her neck, she finally decided to slip into her new boots. After putting them on, a gold light extended from her boots to all over her body and then fizzled out, leaving only a frosty tingle in her spine.
"Strange," she said, shaking off the feeling and picking up her black leather jacket from her bed,
"hey, you ready?" Leo asked, walking in. Piper nodded and kissed her husband; who was dressed in jeans, a black shirt and black shoes,
"nice boots," he said, eyeing her legs,
"Prue convinced me into buying them," she replied, patting his butt as she walked passed him and headed downstairs.
Later on, Patsy and Charley were causing trouble for telekinetic Emma; the youngest of the two was currently levi-orbing up to the ceiling, while the eldest was turning the furniture in their parents' room to ice.
"Patrice! Charlotte! your mom and dad are going to kill you!" Emma exclaimed,
"and your point is?" a new voice said, as a girl with black hair and wearing a short brown dress with diamante tipped brown heels.
"Who are you?" Emma questioned, floating a kitchen knife into her hand from the draw,
"calm down, I'm an old family friend," the girl said, stepping out of the pantry doorway and taking a seat at the table,
"so where's little Patsy and Charlotte?" the stranger asked,
"do you have a name?" Emma hissed, moving forward and holding the knife threateningly,
"Phobia," she replied.
"What kind of name is Phobia?" the telekinetic laughed,
"the name of the bitch who's going to kick your ass if you don't shut your trap," Phobia replied, her tone calm yet just as threatening as the knife Emma was holding.
"I don't think so," Emma spat,
"yeah? well I do!" Phobia growled, standing up and knocking the knife out of Emma's hand, before grabbing her blonde hair and pulling.
"Get off!" Emma screeched, giving the half warlighter a shove,
"what the hell is going on?" Prue asked, marching in with Andy and Grace,
"Phobia, is that you?" Andy asked,
"yeah, it's me," she replied, stepping away from Emma, "hi!"
"We just stopped by to make sure Patrice and Charley were behaving, and we find their babysitter having a catfight with a blast from the past!" Prue exclaimed, "why are you dressed so fancily? a lot different from what you used to wear?" the raven haired witch asked.
"Because I'm designer now, well sort of, but I made this!" Phobia replied, pointing to her one sleeved, chocolate striped, dress,
"it's gorgeous, well done," Prue beamed, giving the twenty-year old a hug,
"thanks, and well done to you," Phobia said, tapping her baby bump and winking at Andy,
"anyway, Emma, you can go now, we'll take care of the kids," Andy told the blonde, handing her some cash,
"ten dollars? I babysat the little orbing creatures and all I get is ten lousy dollars?" she exclaimed.
"Ten dollars or I blast with my lunakinesis," Phobia offered, forming a silver light in her hand,
"whatever black belt Barbie," Emma muttered, snatching the money and her jacket, before storming out.
"Gracie, why don't you go find Patsy," Prue said, bringing Charley down from the air with her telekinesis, Grace nodded and ran upstairs.
Meanwhile, Leo and Piper had ended up at P3 to her husband's surprise and personal pleasure, the brunette had begun giving him a lap dance in the private alcove they sat in,
"Piper, maybe this should wait until we get home," he suggested, though unable to hide his smile.
"But this is my job," she replied, tearing open his shirt and making all of the buttons pop off,
"your job?" he asked,
"well the first bit was, but this bit isn't," she whispered in his ear, reaching down and unzipping his jeans as she spoke.
Minutes later, Piper had stripped Leo down to just his boxers and she was also scantily clad in her underwear, with her boots still on,
"are you sure about this?" he said,
"positive," she told him, running her tongue up his cheek.
Back at the Halliwell-Wyatt manor, Prue was telling Phobia what had happened since her departure, while Andy answered the phone,
"uh, Prue, we have trouble," he said, ending the call,
"what kind of trouble? demonic?" she asked,
"more mortal, I think," he replied, "people have heard Piper and Leo…getting 'busy' in one of the booths at the club."
"Seriously?" Prue exclaimed,
"Piper and Leo?" Phobia laughed,
"hey, those two can get pretty…passionate, with a little reversal memory spell my daughter can tell you that," Andy said.
At P3, Piper and Leo were both dressing again, but Piper's clothes had now morphed into a tiny denim skirt with a matching tight corset and then a thin red scarf around her neck,
"oh good god," Prue said, as she, Andy and Phobia walked in.
"no looking at your brother-in-law," Andy told her, covering her eyes while Leo zipped up his jeans and buttoned up his shirt.
"Piper, what the hell is going on?" Phobia questioned,
"Phobia?" Leo said,
"Piper?" Piper said, confused, "I'm Matilda 'Madhouse' Fox."
"Madhouse? those damn boots," Prue cursed,
"I've got some dancing to do," Madhouse said, walking out and eventually climbing up onto the bar; beginning to dance like one of the girls out of Coyote Ugly.
"Uh oh," Phobia gaped,
"no looking at your sister-in-law," Prue mimicked, covering Andy's eyes as a new song released from the sound system and Piper danced along.
"These boots are made for walkin,
And that's just what they'll do,
Cos one of these days these boots are gonna;
Walk all over you."
"Piper what are you doing?" Paige exclaimed, running over from where she had just come down the stairs,
"good point, the whole point of my reincarnation spell was so that I could live a new life, without stripping and dancing," the possessed witch said,
"reincarnation spell?" Leo repeated,
"yep, and I'm mighty sure I picked the right witch to be reincarnated in," Madhouse said seductively, winking at him,
"ok lady, you need to tell us who, or what, you are!" Paige claimed, pulling Madhouse down from the bar.
"She's a stripper from the eighties, and possessed Piper with help from those boots," Prue explained, pointing at the red stilettos,
"that's right, and as soon as I find my book of shadows this is gonna be my body permanently," Madhouse added, walking away,
"Paige, orb those boots," Prue instructed,
"no chance," Madhouse hissed, turning to face them and freezing the room, all par Prue and Paige,
"whoa, when did Phobia get back?" Paige asked, looking to her side and seeing the frozen young adult,
"just orb the boots!" Prue exclaimed, Paige closed her eyes and tried to use her power, only to end up accidentally activating her new power and shooting orbs at Piper; blasting her backwards.
"Since when could you do that?" Prue questioned,
"well, 'that' is called orbkinesis, and it just slipped my mind," Paige replied with a shrug,
"well do that again but blast those boots this time," Prue instructed,
"you're the one pregnant with uber-kid, you blast them!" the witchlighter argued.
"Fine," the eldest said, firing flaming orbs at Piper's ankles,
"if I didn't have the power of immunity that would have hurt," Madhouse told them, before using another of Piper's powers to blow up part of the bar and send shards of both glass and plastic showering all over the youngest and eldest charmed ones.
To be continued…
Next chapter- Things go from bad to worse when Madhouse locates her book of shadows and sets her plan to take Piper's body as her own in motion.
'It's A Madhouse' should be up soon.