It was now Friday, a typical day for fun. Jessie woke up that morning feeling refreshed. She was completely satisfied with the time she had at the water park with her friends and her daughter a couple of days before.
She got out of bed, poured herself a cup of coffee, and watched the morning news. But, it came as a shock at what the current headline was.
"Water Park caught fire! The slide in ruins."
"Oh my gosh..." the blonde MILF said, completely in shock that the slide she went on just days before was now a pile of ashes.
The news reporters were covering the story, discussing what might have been the cause of it.
"The fire wasn't completely fatal, but the once fun water slide is no more. John Edward O'Donovan, mayor of Commotion City, had this to say about the tragic event:"
The camera then panned over to an old man wearing glasses and a suit. All that was going through her mind was: Oh God... Not him.
"It's devastating what happened here today. That slide had been there for as long as the park has when it first opened over 30 years ago. It was still in great condition, so it disheartens me to see such fine craftsmanship go to waste like that."
"Oh, bullshit!" she yelled, knowing that the mayor was lying. I lost my bikini because of it.
"But whoever ignited it into flames must've been vengeful. Regardless, this person will be found and given justice for our dear water park. If anyone has any information on the culprit, please call the police."
She shook her head. She was both thankful and terrified at this report. What if her and her daughter were there the day it happened? They could've died. That thought scared her the most.
The camera cut back to the news reporters.
"JED Construction has also announced that they will be reconstructing a new water slide, which should be up and running by next Summer."
Jessie smiled, relieved to hear about the new water slide, as it was a long time coming.
"In other news: a notorious deviant named Mr. P-"
But as soon as they began the next report, Jessie turned off the TV. Hearing about the arson at the water park was crazy.
She sat on the couch, finishing her cup of coffee. Today felt like it was going to be a boring day.
"Ah, I guess today's relaxation day, huh?" she said to herself.
Suddenly, she got a phone call from her Brazilian friend.
"Hey, Marlena. What's up?" she answered.
"Hey, Misty. You wanna have some fun today?" the Brazilian asked, being straight-forward with this offer.
"Yeah, why not? You seem excited about something. Is something going on?"
"Yeah, I am excited. Guess who's in town?"
The blonde MILF paused, wondering who Marlena was referring to.
"No. Who?"
"Damien Flamingo." she said. The moment Jessie heard that name, all she could think of was the food channel.
"Damien Flamingo? The world-famous food critic? Star of Drive-Thrus, Diners, N' Diesel? Guy with the spikey orange hair and sunglasses?"
"Yeah, him. He's at the mall right now doing a meet n' greet. He's also signing autographs and shit."
The blonde MILF got excited. She had always wanted to meet this famous celebrity. But, she was also surprised that he was in a place like Commotion City.
"So, you wanna go to the mall with me and Aiko?" the Brazilian asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? I wanna meet Damien Flamingo. Let me throw myself together real quick."
"Alright, see you there."
They both hung up. The blonde MILF was so excited. She put her makeup on as quickly as possible, as well as trying not to overdo it. She then picked out a special outfit which she only wore for occasions like these.
"You're coming with me." she said, grabbing the cowgirl outfit, which consisted of a green, tie-down top, jean shorts, and boots. She also grabbed a hat to match with the outfit.
She put it on, ready to meet the food critic that she had always dreamed of meeting. She drove to the mall with a huge grin on her face for the entire trip. Today was gonna be awesome.
When she arrived at the mall, Marlena and Aiko were waiting outside. Looks like they also thought to wear their fancy clothes for meeting Mr. Flamingo.
"Hey there, Jessie." the Japanese woman greeted, wearing a red sweater and black skirt, as well as her usual red heels.
"Yo, what's up, Misty?" the Brazilian actress said, smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a yellow dress that resembled a checkered cab.
"Hey, sorry I'm a little late. Had to make myself look good for Mr. Flamingo, you know?"
She then looked at Marlena and noticed what she was doing.
"Uh, Marlena? Could you please not smoke that near me?"
She turned her head, trying to face away from her friend, just like she did last week.
"I mean, could you distance yourself?" she said, inconveniencing the Brazilian.
"Why?" she asked.
Yep, it was confession time. "I just don't like watching you smoke right now. I'm trying to quit and it's not really helping, you know?"
She turned back to her, giving off a stank face. "And?"
"And, I don't want to get the cravings back. I've been on the nicotine patches for almost two weeks now. I've only smoked maybe seven cigs since I started. So, seeing you smoking that isn't exactly healthy for me."
The Japanese woman nodded, agreeing with Jessie on this one.
"Yeah, she's right Marlena. Seeing you smoking that or breathing it in isn't healthy, which is why she quit. I think you might need to consider doing the same."
"Ugh, yeah right. I'm not giving this up. Quitting is for quitters."
She's being pretty feisty today. Maybe, we should lay off.
"Alright, whatever. We're not here to fight about smoking or other shit, we're here to meet a world-class celebrity."
They nodded, agreeing to drop the conversation before it ruined their day. She finished the cig, then they went inside of the Commotion City Shopping Mall to meet the one and only, Damien Flamingo.
He was at a booth, signing autographs and taking selfies with his fans. But, the look on his face gave off the 'I don't wanna be here' vibe.
The three girls were last in line, so they had to wait for a while. The excitement was too much to handle.
"Uh, how long is this going to take?" the blonde MILF said, getting impatient with how long this line was.
"I dunno. But, it'll be worth it I hope." the Japanese woman said, sounding more on the optimistic side.
They eventually got up to the front. As soon as he saw them, his jaw dropped.
"Hello, ladies." the fiery guy said, greeting the three beautiful women that walked up to him. He had a somewhat deep and smooth voice.
"Hey, Damien. I love your show." the Japanese woman said.
"Y-Yeah, thanks. I love you women coming up to me."
The three eyed each other, confused but also flattered at the man's compliment.
"So, what brings you to Commotion City? It's not every day that a famous person walks through the front door of this dump." Jessie stated.
He tilted his head, not paying attention to what she said, but rather what she looked like.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"What, me? Honey, we've never met. I know you though, Damien. You're on that show where you review restaurants and shit."
He then came to a realization.
"No, I've seen you before. Are you Misty Katz?"
The three women gasped, shocked that a famous person like him knew about Jessie's existence as the porn star, Misty Katz.
"Y-Yeah, how did you-?"
"I watched some of your movies. In fact, I watched some last night. Pretty hot stuff Hotter than fire."
She blushed, still baffled that he knew who she was.
"Yeah, I've made so many movies. I'm retired now though."
He then took his sunglasses off and looked at the other two women standing in front of him.
"Wait, Allison? Kandy?" he said, also recognizing Marlena and Aiko as well.
"What the fuck?" they both shouted, even more surprised at this.
The fiery food critic sat there, looking at these three beautiful girls.
"You know what? How would you ladies like to go on a triple date with me?" he asked.
"What! A date? With you?" the blonde MILF shouted, completely overwhelmed with joy.
"Yeah, a date. I'm in this city for however long I have to be. I might as well make the best of it, so I guess spending some time with some broads should help."
Of course, him referring to them as broads was a slight turn-off for them, but they ignored the sexism. A date with Damien Flamingo would be life-changing.
They all agreed. Marlena was their 'cab driver' for the evening, as she had a four-seated vehicle.
She drove and gave Damien the right to be in the passenger seat, with Jessie and Aiko riding in the back.
"So, are there any fun places to go in this dump?" he asked, wondering if Commotion City had anywhere worth visiting.
"I don't know. It's nothing like Fried Alaska, I'll tell you that." the Brazilian said.
"So, why ARE you in Commotion City? For a trip?" the blonde MILF asked, still wondering why this famous food critic was in a place like this.
"Nah, I'm here because I got into a fight with my fiancé." he said, opening a bottle of whiskey, which Marlena noticed but disregarded it.
"Are you talking about Crimsa?" she asked.
"Yeah, Crimsa. Dumb bitch kicked me outta the mansion because I was being an ass or something. But I told her that sending your parents' fortune to poor-ass kids and struggling adults is being irresponsible, but noooo! I'm the ass. So, I was basically told to move out until the heat died down."
Everyone suddenly got uneasy with the way he was talking. Just the statements and sexist terms felt off. He never even remotely acted like that on TV.
"So, where do people go to have fun around here?"
"Uh, the only place worth a damn around here is Lusties Nightclub. But, it's mostly a place full of drunks and strippers. There is a VIP lounge though. Every now and then there's someone decent in there."
"Good. Let's go there." he said. The Brazilian nodded, doing as he commanded.
They got to Lusties, ready to have some fun. The moment the bouncer saw the food critic with spikey hair, his jaw dropped.
"D-Damien Flamingo?" the big man said.
"Yeah, I know my fucking name. You gonna let us in or what? Me and the bitches need some refreshments."
He said nothing, but rather let them in for free. They walked in, seeing everyone look at him. Almost everybody recognized him. But, he ignored them and sat at the bar, ready to chug down more fireball whiskey.
"Gosh, Damien? Literally everyone knows you here." the blonde MILF said. He chugged down his first bottle of whiskey.
"Yeah, I'm not sober enough to talk. So, let me chug down maybe two more bottles."
The bartender got as many of them as possible. The food critic wasn't really talking to the nice women he chose to bring on a date.
"Hey, girls? Can we talk for a moment?" the blonde MILF said, bringing Aiko and Marlena close to her.
"Is Damien acting off to you?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's acting like a... a..."
"An incel?" the Brazilian woman said, sounding like she was speaking a foreign language.
"Excuse me?"
"An incel. It's what the kids call a sexist man nowadays."
They all looked at each other, agreeing with the statement.
"So, maybe he's not everything we thought he was. I mean, he is famous and a part of Hollywood. What if he's just acting?" Aiko said.
"Famous or not, we're not gonna let him treat us like that." Marlena said, defending her and her friends.
They nodded, agreeing with her.
When they turned back to look where he was, he was up from his spot and was now on the VIP stage with a mic in his hand. He was having trouble keeping his balance. Yep, he was definitely drunk.
"H-Hey, everyone. Welcome t-to Diners N' Drive-thrus N' Dingdongs. You know that bitch Crimsa? Y-Yeah, she's a liar."
Everyone looked at him, completely disgusted with the words this celebrity was spewing.
"Y-Yeah, Crimsa is a bitch who kicked me out for being... ANGRY! I'M NOT FUCKING ANGRY! I'M IGNITED! I oughta burn her mansion down. Drive back to that desert and just burn the motherfucker down!"
The audience booed. The three women looked at each other. Just by his onstage meltdown, they knew he was a phony.
"Hey, you know what her problem is? Nobody's ever beaten her ass. I guess I should beat her fucking ass! Her sister too."
The bouncer came up to him, trying to escort him off the stage. But, once his large hands made contact with the food critic, he became even more hostile.
"Hey, don't put your hands on me. I'm a fucking celebrity. RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!"
He was then restrained and kicked him out of the nightclub, followed by the three women that he brought in.
"Ready girls?" the Brazilian said.
They all had food in there hands that they got from the bar, which they proceeded to throw on the food critic as he sat on the ground.
"What the fuck? Did you just throw food on me?" he said, outraged at what they had done.
"Yeah, Mr. 'Food Critic'. How about you criticize the food that you have all over you?" the blonde MILF said, disappointed in his behavior.
"Oh, sure. Let me see... Shit, shit, shit, and shit! Zero outta ten! Just like you skanks."
He crossed the line with that one. Aiko kicked him in between the legs, Jessie slapped him, and Marlena spit on him.
"Goodbye, Mr. Flamingo. Hope you burn in Hell where you belong." the blonde MILF said, walking away with her friends.
He just sat there, enraged at this. Looks like the famous food critic was actually a filthy incel.
"I'M FUCKING FAMOUS!" he shouted in the distance. The girls walked away, departing the nightclub. Tonight was crazy.
Jessie went home, completely disappointed with her meet and greet with, what she thought, was a chill celebrity. But, as it turned out, he was on fire and burning every bridge he could find.
"I guess you really shouldn't meet your heroes." she said, completely exhausted.
But, the day ended on a bittersweet note with a text message from her daughter.
'Hey, Mom. Justin said he wants to have a family day tomorrow at his house. I think it would be good for the three of us. TTYL. -Tiffany'
She was happy about this. It was about time they planned a family day together. Hopefully, it would be much more relaxed than whatever that was. Family comes first.