Chapter 5 Alecia-fied
I was sitting in the passenger's side of Alecia's car, waiting for Larna to grab her pepper spray. Alecia had given her permission to use the car so she could take me to the Fang Bang Club. We were about to head into a dangerous part of town, and honestly, the way my life was going, getting mugged would probably just feel like another Friday night.
Alecia's car was old, like, old old, but still not as ancient as my buggy. At least her boxy sedan didn't cough every time you turned the key. I was drumming my fingers on the cracked dashboard when I suddenly saw Alecia trailing out of the building with Larna behind her.
My whole face lit up like a Christmas tree that was about to short-circuit. I practically flew out of the car.
"Alecia, are you coming with us?" I asked, already halfway squealing. "Does this mean you're talking to me again and that we're still friends?"
"We're always friends, bitch. Best Friends in fact," she said, rolling her eyes. "And just because I'm talking to you again doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you."
"Eeeeeek!" I squealed, launching myself at her and hugging her so hard, my arms hurt. "I'm so glad you're coming with us!"
"It's not like I can let you two go off and get raped and murdered alone." She winked. "I want in on the fun too."
Ah! My Ally is back.
"Now," she pushed me back. "Let's see what you two are wearing." Then she gave us both a slow, judgmental once-over.
Her eyes locked onto me first, and she sucked her teeth. "No. Absolutely not. Shel, you look like you're about to knock on my door and try to convert me to your religion. You need something with color and a little less... cloth."
"But—" I began, but she put a finger on my lips shutting me up. Then she turned to Larna. "And you. Plaid is out of season, Lala. You look like a Girl Scout. And those boots are going in the thrash."
Larna pouted as she stared at her paint stained boots.
"Come," Alecia said, flicking her wrist dramatically. "Let's get you girls Alecia-fied."
Larna and I exchanged the kind of look reserved for horror movies, then followed her as she dragged us back inside the building and up to our apartment like we were two stray cats she decided to fix.
Once we were inside, Alecia dropped to her knees and pulled out a suspicious-looking, gigantic box from under her bed. It was enough to fit a full-grown man inside.
"What is that?" Larna asked, raising her eyebrows to her hairline.
"It's my toy box," Alecia replied casually.
"Well, it's big enough to fit a dead body," Larna added.
"That doesn't look like any toy box I've ever seen," I gulped.
"That's because," Alecia said, her grin widening as she clicked the locks open with two loud, chilling snaps. "This one is custom-made just for yours truly."
She opened it, and the box literally hissed like it was haunted. My eyes bulged when I saw what was inside. She had whips, chains, handcuffs, things that looked like medieval instruments of sin, and—
"What the hell are those?" I asked, pointing to two shiny metallic objects hanging from a hook.
"Nipple clamps," she said cheerfully. "You like?"
Larna crossed herself. "Uncle Winston would try to perform an exorcism on you if he saw what you have in that box."
"What Father doesn't know won't hurt him," Alecia stated, casually pulling out a fishnet top.
People are always shocked when they find out her father is a pastor and her mother teaches Sunday school. Honestly, it explains everything.
"So," she clapped her hands. "Who's going first?"
Larna and I instantly pointed at each other at the exact same time.
Alecia laughed like this was the best entertainment she'd had all week.
"Well, then," she said, cracking her knuckles. "I guess I'll do the honors."
TWO HOURS LATER
"Presenting! Lady VirginFire and Madam RoughRider!" Alecia barked, sweeping her hand dramatically toward us.
"Could you not be so lewd?" Larna hissed, refusing to fully turn around.
"Whatever you say, Madam RoughRider," Alecia laughed, spinning us both around to face the tall standing mirror. "Now tell me what you think!"
Larna was standing there, looking like a ridiculously sexy, confused superhero.
Alecia had squeezed Larna's slim, lean body into a fitted black leather catsuit that shone under the bare lightbulb. She wore full fishnets underneath, and, for the final touch, a small, coiled leather whip hung from a loop on her hip. She had beautiful caramel skin and thick, tight curly hair that Alecia made sure to emphasize with the way she did her makeup and hair. It was obvious that Larna was uncomfortable with showing off a body she was used to keeping hidden.
"I hate this. I feel like I'm auditioning for a very low-budget porno," Larna whispered, pulling at the leather.
"Stop that," Alecia said, slapping her hand away. She stepped forward and fixed Larna's collar. "Just because Peter cheated on you with a man does not mean you aren't feminine or sexy or desirable. That says everything about him and absolutely nothing about you."
"She's right, Lala," I said, genuinely impressed. "You look amazing. Maybe the whip is a bit much, we are just going to sell some tickets, but incase we decide to check out the joint, you could definitely get a free drink, or maybe even a marriage proposal, looking like that."
Larna blushed so hard she looked sunburned.
Then Alecia turned her attention to me, or rather, my new persona: Lady VirginFire and pointed.
"And you Miss Thang," she declared, "is giving Hell's Homecoming Queen."
I looked down at myself and groaned. I was wearing a hot red jumpsuit that could only be described as sin in fabric form. I had devil horns on my head and a tail attached to my butt. My handbag was literally shaped like the devil's pitchfork.
The back of the suit was cut low, showing my toned back. And of course, Alecia made sure my butt looked like a whole shelf of temptation. My curly, fiery red hair was big, wild, and dramatic.
"I'm terrified of touching anything. I feel like I'll spontaneously combust," I admitted, my bright green eyes wide. This was definitely not my usual look. "I look insane," I finished.
"You look hot," Alecia corrected. She put her hands on her hips. "Listen, Shel. You've got all this going on, this amazing body, this fiery hair, this presence. And you're still hung up on Omar, who couldn't even summon the energy to take off your clothes. Not because you've never felt horny doesn't mean you don't have a pussy! We're fixing that tonight, mentally, if not physically."