MOAB

Chapter 13: Natalie @ 1.1x nhs

Chapter 13: Natalie @ 1.1x nhs

“I have nothing to wear!” Galene shrieked on the phone. “Nothing!”

“Oh-kay. Emergency date time. I’m grabbing a few of my things and coming over.” Nat put her on speaker and moved around her place.

“Save me! I’ve got less than two hours and my hair is a mess and he’s cute and he’s rich and my nails are disgusting!” Galene almost broke down.

“Coming, coming,” her friend said over the phone, opening closets and drawers and shuffling around. “Just… Use the force Gal, or whatever. Calm down.”

“That’s for taking down Deathstars!” Gal cried over the phone.

“I got you, babe. Hold on.”

Nat showed up at the door, holding ten dresses and juggling a pink necessaire with shoe boxes on it.

Instead of greeting her, Gal just cried out, “I have nothing-”

“To wear, yes, got it the first time, dear,” Nat interrupted and threw the lot onto the couch. “So,” she teased, “He’s cute and rich?”

Gal just stood there while her friend tried out the different dresses over her body. “Yeah… I guess.”

“You guess, which one about?”

“I guess he’s cute, sure. And I think he’s rich. After all, the corp gave him the penthouse to our building,” Gal said, pulling down her hair with a stuck hairbrush.

Nat froze, and turned around. She pointed at the Hermes skyscraper, it peeked out of the row of buildings from Gal’s apartment. They weren’t that high above ground and the view wasn’t much, but Gal happened to live at the exact angle where the gap in the buildings gave her a perfect shot of her workplace. And the place where he worked. Did he live there? It sure sounded like he did, from what Gal had told her about him.

“I’m sorry, you meant that penthouse?” Nat asked, shocked, still pointing at the building downtown.

“Yeah…”

“Brazilian, now.” Nat pushed her into the bathroom.

“Hey! I’m not gonna f**k him on the first date!” Gal complained, pushing back.

“Why the hell not?” her friend asked, exasperated.

“Because…” Gal trailed off.

Nat stopped pushing. “Don’t tell me… This is about Ba-”

“Do not speak his name!” Gal shrieked.

“Okay, He-who-must-not-be-named was over a year ago. f**k that guy! f**k this guy. Right?” She winked, proud of her turn-of-phrase.

“Ugh-uh,” Gal refused like a child.

“Fine!” Nat spat out. “But if you happen to change your mind, I want you to be waxed and ready, Missy. Panties on the floor, now!”

Gal obeyed and then shuffled to the bathroom.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Nat said, picking up the orange panties with the cartoons. “Thank god I brought the red thong.”

“Thongs get up in my butt,” Gal complained from the bathroom. The faucet water made a nice, warm mist in there.

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Nat explained. She matched shoes with the dress she had picked up for her friend. Sandals, actually. She was a brunette, so she picked out a Navy blue dress with a deep decolletage. It would match Gal’s brunette tresses nicely. And, with a red-hot lipstick she’d be pretty and fuckable.

Nat took a moment to congratulate herself on being such a good friend.

Then she rushed into the bathroom to perform, what some people might call t*****e, on her bestie’s lady parts.