DANA'S WORLD IS BROADENED
"A girl? Who works as a MALE prostitute?" Dana Fairbanks looked at Alice, her best friend, her crazy best friend with the WEIRDEST interests, skeptically. "You went down to Santa Monica Boulevard, a goddamn war zone, to hang out with male-but-not male prostitutes, and you think I waste too much time playing TENNIS?"
Alice put a finger to her lips as they walked by Mrs. Nesbitt, the evil bitch who never gave A's in her French class…and, who visited Colette Gigax's home so often to use the pool without an invitation that Colette had put some weird thing in the water that turned Mrs. N's hair green…it didn't seem to wash out.
"Dana please, just give me a ride over there." Alice pleaded as they left the school building. "You just got your license—"
"Yes, and that's what my dad wants me to do with my new Sunbird. Drive it to where all the criminals and whores are—what fun!" Dana snorted. "They already don't like me hanging around with you. They've thought you were insane since we were in third grade, when you tried to drink my Mom's contact lens solution."
"Dude, I'm experimental and imaginative—it was on my report card last term. Please, Dana. Give me a ride, meet my friend Shane. Didn't I let you use our guest house when you were hanging out with Whitney what's her name?"
"Yeah, never mind about that." Dana said. "Fine, I'll drive you over to Crimeville." Dana didn't like thinking about Whitney…they'd met because they had the same orthodontist, and Dana felt so pulled towards Whit—those freckles!
After Whitney's grandmother had caught them together, they'd found other places to mess around—Alice's folks guest house, a cheap motel room once or twice, in the back of Whit's dad's Subaru—but then Whitney had gone to some kind of youth minister who told her to stay away from Dana, as Dana was some kind of seductive devil—but wasn't it Whit who'd made the first move?
Recently, Hunter Dobbin and Dana had also sneaked into Alice's guest house again, (Al forgot to ask for the key back, thankfully) and so Dana really had a lot more that she owed Alice for…Dana had to quit this kid stuff, fooling around with girls.
But hey, she wasn't as crazy as Alice. "Lookie, Dana, here's the 7-Eleven where Shane and Clive hang out!" Alice was waving and shouting at two disreputable looking types leaning against the brick wall.
"Who is Clive?" Dana asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Clive is a GENUINE male prostitute. He's been workin' the Boulevard since he was eleven." Alice said this with the excited tone of someone coordinating a Build-A-Bear party.
LIKE, BITCHES
Clive (Last name? Damned if we know) looked around at the girls hovering in the Jack-In-The Box booth. He looked over at Shane, to the right of him, desultorily nibbling a Bacon Potato Wedge.
Shane looked back at Clive and shrugged. Clive rolled his eyes and looked at the little bitches across from them, in their school uniforms.
Clive had once been asked to spank a chubby dude who insisted on wearing a plaid Catholic School skirt, but that was the limit of his sartorial experience in this area. They didn't look like comfortable clothes, but perhaps skirts fit better than the pink Spandex trousers Clive was wearing.
"So, um, Alyssa—" Clive asked.
"No Alice" the little blonde bitch interrupted. She was noshing big time, SHOVING a Sourdough Jack in her little mouth. "My dad named me Alice" she said with her mouth full of Swiss cheese "But if Lenore had had her way, I might have been Alyssa."
"Right, so Alice—" Clive continued.
"I mean, really, Day" the blonde bitch said to the dark haired uniform. "Doesn't Alice Pieszecki sound like some kinda immigrant scrubwoman?"
"So ALICE!" Clive said a little louder. "You've been down to the Boulevard three days in a row to bother Shane. What are you getting off on here?"
"Well, we bought you lunch, or dinner, its closer to—"
"No, we got that, and the carton of Old Gold Straights, Shane loves—"
"Pall Malls, close" Shane said, grimacing.
"Dad will miss those, but hey,I don't mind" Alice Pieszecki said heroically. The dark haired prep kind of looked around the restaurant and wiped her brow. She probably wished she was shopping at Ann Taylor.
"But why are you HERE?" Clive asked again. "I have to be here. Shane and I live in an abandoned factory over near MacArthur Park, and we uh, have to do this hustling shit. But you and Muffy here, you, what are you like viers?"
"Viers?" asked Shane and Alice together.
"He means voyeurs." Muffy Brunette said, sipping her Diet Coke.
"Oh, um yeah. I guess I'm interested in the lifestyle, but I also enjoyed meeting Shane." Alice said with a hesitant smile.
"What about me, do you enjoy meeting me?" Clive gave Alice a pseudo-stunned look.
"Sure, why not?" Alice said. "I um, like meeting people."
"Fuck off, Clive." Shane said. "They're nice girls, not bothering you. If you'd rather just go out and look for tricks, go do it. I know your habit is going to be down on you soon."
Clive bit his lip. Goddamn bitches. They all stick together, even Shane, who I think, wants to be a boy. Clive ate his French fries in silence.
"So, you live in a factory?" the brunette asked curiously. "Does it get cold at night?"
"Well, someone stole a bunch of comforters from Nordstrom's, and it's not too bad." Shane offered. "It's a little wet sometimes, there are holes in the roof."
"But you can't go to a shelter or something?" Blondie asked. Clive was feeling ill, this was sickening.
"Well, two problems. The nice counselors at the shelter want to know what your plans are, stick you in a foster home, which is bad news, and the nasty ones—" Shane hesitated.
"The nasty counselors like to touch us inappropriately" Clive said, grinning widely.
"That must be really fucked" the brunette bitch said, and for a moment, Clive really liked her.