Chapter 5

After a long day of shopping, Maureen and Joanne decided to go out for lunch, and then they made their way back to their apartment.

Maureen walked into the apartment, her face beaming with delight. Joanne followed closely behind, her face a little less beaming, and a little more drained.

"I can't wait to go through all my new things. What new outfit should I wear Joanne?" Maureen asked as she turned around to face the lawyer who had all the bags.

"I don't care honeybear…" Joanne said as her arms gave way, dropping all the shopping bags on the ground.

Maureen rushed pass her girlfriend, quickly digging through the bags, while Joanne clasped in her recliner. "Are you happy now?"

Maureen shrugged while she held up a shirt and examined it. "I'm half way there, but I'm sure I'll be satisfied by the end of the day. I mean you are acting as my slave." Her eyes then pulled away from the shirt and landed on Joanne. "You know…" the diva began as she headed towards the lawyer.

"Oh no…what?" Joanne asked with a little worry.

"I think that slave thing is going to come into affect again…" Maureen said with a sly grin as she grabbed Joanne's hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

"But Maureen…" Joanne whined. "I just pleased you at the mall, can't you wait a couple more hours, I'm a little tired…"

"Pookie, I am appalled you would even think I wanted such a thing." Maureen pouted while they walked into the bedroom.

"Maureen…you forgave Roger after he gave you a basket full of porn…how could you be appalled by my thought?"

Maureen's eyes shifted from the basket, and then back towards Joanne, a little giggle escaping her lips. "You're right, but that's not what I want…right now. I want a massage…I need a good one before tonight so I'll be refreshed."

Joanne nodded at the order. "Okay that I can do."

Just as Maureen was about to flop on the bed and get into position, her eyes caught something that was laid out before her. "Oh my god!" Maureen gasped, her eyes taking in a well put together outfit.

"Pookie did you do this?" Maureen asked while she looked over the outfit. "It's perfect for tonight!" Maureen beamed.

"I was at the mall all day with you…" Joanne said while she noticed a note on top of it. "There is a note, maybe it says who did it."

Maureen reached out and read the note. "Happy birthday chica! I though I'd make you an outfit for tonight, I hope you like it, and don't worry this isn't my only present. See you tonight! Love Angel!"

"Angel did this!" Maureen beamed again. "Angel knows me to well…its like she really is an Angel, I'm going to go call her! She is definitely off my list now!"

"But all she did was make you a new outfit…" Joanne stated with disbelief.

"I know…but its Angel…you can't be mad at Angel…" Maureen stated.

"Why?" Joanne asked a little disappointed Maureen still didn't forgive her after she let her use her credit card, and everything else.

"Because its Angel." Maureen said again. "That's the only explanation you really need…"

Maureen then raced out of the room to go call Angel, while Joanne sighed and plopped on the bed. "What's the girlfriend have to do to make it off the list!"

In the living room Maureen excitedly dialed Angel's number.

"Hello?" Angel answered.

"Angel!" Maureen chirped. "I'm so not mad at you anymore, and thanks for the outfit!"

Angel beamed happy the drama queen wasn't mad at her anymore. "That's great sugar, I'm happy you like the outfit, and I'm happy you're not mad at me anymore!"

"Angel babe, who is that?" Collins called from the background.

"Maureen." Angel answered. " And guess what, she's not mad at me anymore!"

"What?" Collins asked. "All because you made her an outfit…that's so not fair…"

Maureen couldn't help but giggle as she listened to her best friend cuss.

"Anyways, thanks again Angel, but I have to go." Maureen said once she remembered Joanne was in the bedroom waiting to give Maureen a massage.

"Okay see you tonight." Angel said and then the two hung up.

"Jooooannne." Maureen called out while she headed into the bedroom. "I'm ready for my massage now."

Joanne sat up from the bed and motioned for Maureen to lie down. "Make yourself comfortable."

Maureen belly flopped on the bed, Joanne now straddling her ass.

"Shirt on or off?" Joanne asked.

Maureen thought about it before she sat up and pulled her shirt off. "Off."

"I thought so…" Joanne mumbled, and then began pressing her fingers, and hands into the diva's back.

"Mmm, Joanne you're so good at this. You're definitely getting bonus points."

"Maybe I should get an I forgive you Joanne, you're my girlfriend, and if I can forgive Roger and Angel for giving me one present, then I'm sure I can forgive you for letting me max out your credit card, and for satisfying me in the fitting room, and for cooking me pancakes, and for basically pleasuring me every night!" Joanne quietly mumbled so the diva couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Are you talking pookie?" Maureen asked, her head lifting off the bed a little.

"Um…no honeybear, just relax…"

"Uh okay…"

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So yeah...for the outfit Angel made her...just picture anything you want...something Maureen would wear...i couldn't really think of anything...