Chapter 5

More than one parent wondered if they could sue the Surewill Group; they were going broke trying to keep up with their daughters’ demands. Just when they bought the latest Barragona creation, the newest series of sunglasses, the next advertising campaign featuring Kelli Breaux would come out and their little angels were whining for and demanding the next SureWill creation.

“God, I hate Christmas,” Dianne informed Bonnie as cheerful Christmas music played from the recessed speakers.

“That’s politically incorrect; are you trying to get us cancelled on social media?” Bonnie said as they prepared to go into the board meeting.

“Hmm?” Dianne asked, taking her seat at the table.

“Yes. We can’t call it Christmas. So, you don’t hate Christmas. You hate Happy Holidays,” Bonnie said. “All right. Most of you may recognize Clark Duhon from Timmons and Duhon; they’re our accounting people. He’s here to go over our year-end finances. After he’s finished, we can then look at what we can do to make next year’s earnings better. Mr. Duhon?”

“Good thing we didn’t go with your suck ass ideas, huh Cassie?” Marlene chortled when Clark let it be known that their profit had risen to seven million four hundred and eighty three thousand, nine hundred and four dollars and nineteen cents.

“Fuck you, God damned flat chested dyke!” Cassie screamed, attempting to crawl across the large table to claw at Marlene’s smirking face.

“Michael Brookes helped to hold Cassie back. The fact that he used this opportunity to grope Cassie’s breasts was not missed by Bonnie or Cassie.

“Get your fucking disgusting hands off me, bitch,” Cassie snarled at Michael, suddenly brandishing a pair of large shears.

“Happy holidays,” Dianne quipped to Bonnie.

Despite the heavily charged air in the room, Bonnie burst into peals of laughter at Dianne’s witticism. Clark turned and stared at Bonnie, eyes wide with alarm. Bonnie shook her head and them focused her attention on the threatening Cassie.

“Cassie, unless you want to spend the break in Flowers’ lock up? Put the scissors down,” Bonnie ordered.

After Clark concluded his annual report, the accountant beat a hasty retreat from the insane asylum. Bonnie then distributed the annual bonuses. The majority of employees were given one percent of the year to date profits. Other, more industrious employees were given anywhere from one point five to two point five percent. Michael Brookes was given a flat five thousand dollar bonus.

“I still hate Christmas,” Dianne said even as she held her Christmas bonus check.

“Bah hum bitch,” Bonnie said in a poor Ebenezer Scrooge imitation. “Season’s fucking greetings.”

Deciding to leave work early, Bonnie returned to the apartment. Shivering from the brutal wind that blew off of the Atchafalaya, Bonnie let herself into the apartment.

Kelli’s squeal alerted Bonnie that something was amiss. Cutting through the living room and kitchen, Bonnie entered the bedroom and found Kelli packing a large suitcase.

“My mother says I’m a disgusting slut!” Kelli screamed at Bonnie, tears pouring down her drunken face.

“And? Why does your mother say…?” Bonnie asked, trying to hug the sobbing girl.

“She saw the pictures! Someone sent her the Twitter and Facebook stuff,” Kelli screamed, pushing Bonnie away.

“And?” Bonnie asked. “So, you’re running away?”

“I’m going home. Fucking dyke; I should have never ever talked to you,” Kelli sobbed putting her python boots into the suitcase.

“Going home won’t take those pictures off the Internet,” Bonnie tried to reason with Kelli. “

“No, but it’ll make sure no more show up,” Kelli snarled, pulling the heavy suitcase off the bed and toppling over from the weight of the luggage.

Bonnie couldn’t help her laughter; it truly was funny watching Kelli land with an ‘oomph!’ onto the floor. Kelli screamed the ‘N’ word at Bonnie as she dragged the heavy suitcase to the door.

“Kelli, you signed a contract,” Bonnie reminded Kelli.

“Fuck you and fuck your God damned contract, bitch,” Kelli screamed.

Bonnie felt darkness creeping in when the brand new solid wood door slammed shut with a heavy bang. Bonnie suffered horribly from abandonment issues; her father’s abandoning her and her mother had begun the cycle. Then, her own mother’s embarrassment of having a black baby, and her step-father’s rejection, her step-family’s shunning of her heightened her psychological demons. Being dismissed from her own home simply because she was a lesbian, a gay person had compounded Bonnie’s fears and issues.

Seeing that Kelli had made herself a Bahama Sunset, and had left the ingredients out, Bonnie made a fresh batch of the frothy drink. Drink in hand, Bonnie smoked two bowls of potent marijuana. A sudden desire for a Brick’s measxtravaganza pizza, Bonnie dug in her purse, looking for her cell phone. She saw the envelope with Kelli’s Holiday bonus and felt a new wave of resentment well up in her guts.

“Hi, extra-large Meatstravaganza, add jalapenos, double cinnabites?” A slender brunette with startling blue-green eyes chirped when Bonnie answered the door. “Sorry it took so long; there’s a bunch of cop cars right by Park Street so had to circle back around. Even had a fire truck out there; must have been a bad one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bonnie smiled. “Hang on…”

The brunette was startled when Bonnie quickly snapped her photograph with her cell phone. She stammered out that her name was Tiff Wellman; she was a sophomore at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde and was working at Brick’s to offset what her scholarship didn’t pay for.

After eating most of the pizza and smoking another bowl full of marijuana, Bonnie fell asleep on her couch. In the morning, she was groggy and in a foul mood.

At work that morning, it was Michael Brookes that informed Bonnie of Kelli’s death. Even with all the safety features built into the Mustang, it was no match for the school bus.

“Cops said her blood alcohol was way over the legal limit,” Michael somberly told Bonnie. “Probably didn’t feel a thing when she went up under the bus.”

“But, but we have a contract. We have a, she, she’s not supposed to, we have a contract,” Bonnie said, then fainted.

Print ads with Tiffany Ruth Wellman showed her putting the sunglasses on her slender face, pushing them onto the top of her head, or doing the stocking tuck. Never ever did Carmen show any of the Surewill sunglasses covering Tiffany’s luminescent blue-green eyes.

The print ad that showed Tiffany wearing a pair of Barragona men’s’ white silk boxer shorts, Barragona loose fit black jeans puddled around her feet, ripped Barragona wife beater shirt, Flamingo series sunglasses tucked into the low scoop collar was a fetish favorite. Once again, the ‘Pink Slut’ sunglasses had a surge in popularity. The largest customer base for the men’s boxer shorts were teenaged girls. And parents objected strenuously when their daughters began ripping wife beater undershirts to just underneath their braless breasts.

The Parasols issue featuring Tiffany went into three reprints. The Parasols issue that had featured Kelli Breaux also had a surge in popularity and had to be reissued.

Bonnie Valasko sat underneath the large umbrella, golden brown eyes hidden by her Surewill Spider series sunglasses. The person looking at the attractive black and silver sunglasses could see a reddish metallic tint to the mirrored surface. The lenses themselves were red; Bonnie knew there was some ocular benefit to the red lenses, but was too drunk to remember, or care.

Through the red tint of her sunglasses, Bonnie watched the cute Asian-American neighbor lying in the direct sunlight on the chaise lounge. The apartment complex had an overly chlorinated swimming pool twenty feet from where the girl lay, but in the three years she’d been living in her apartment, Bonnie did not remember anyone ever swimming in the pool.

The Asian-American girl, Bonnie didn’t know the girl’s name, sluggishly stirred, then rolled onto her back, once again displaying her cute little titties and snug camel toe in her Barragona tiger striped bikini. The girl’s belly was a cute one, with an adorable little nick of a belly button. The girl’s golden brown skin was shiny from her suntan lotion and her sweat as the sun bore down on her flesh.

Bonnie gave one last suck on her drink and sighed with satisfaction. The Asian-American girl must have heard Bonnie’s sigh or perhaps that last ‘slurp’ of the drink; she glanced over. Bonnie had her head tilted slightly away, but behind the mirrored lenses her eyes were focused on the girl.

“What you got in the cup?” the girl asked, smiling in a friendly way.

It was an absurd question; Bonnie almost laughed. There was no one else outside in the pool area. Who else would the adorable girl be talking to?

Bonnie watched as the girl flung her ankle-length black hair back, a movement that caused the girl’s cute cupcake sized titties to bounce slightly. Bonnie held up her cup and the Asian-American girl pulled down a pair of cheap sunglasses, obscuring her almond shaped eyes.

“A drink I made up,” Bonnie said. “I call it a Bahama Sunset. Got all kinds of rum in it; want one?”

Yeah!” the girl gave an enthusiastic nod of her head.

“I’m right over here, in apartment one oh one,” said the spider to the fly.

**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I likewise thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my work.

Kelli Breaux’s boyfriend, Wade Savoie is a character first mentioned in ‘Five Trailers: Lot B’ in the Romance category. His boorish personality is more fully fleshed out in ‘Multiple Units #206’ in the Anal category.

Cassie Barragona is mentioned in ‘Evidently…’ in the Loving Wives category. In that story, she is mentioned as ‘Sandy’ and not Cassie, but the business savvy Bonnie Valasko thought the name Cassie Barragona sounded better than Sandy Barragona.

Charlene and Marlene Falgout, the perpetually stoned and immature twins that Bonnie has on retainer to do hair and makeup for her ad campaigns are introduced in the ‘Explanation Of Love’ series in the Lesbian Sex category.

Ingalls McNaughton, the mastermind and owner of the design house Cassie Barragona threatens to join forces with is a character prominently featured in the ‘Watching TV Rots Your Brain’ series. Most of Ingalls McNaughton’s design items are sold primarily through Vokine’s, an exclusive boutique in Myndee, Arkansas.

Carmen Arnold, the photographer is a minor character mentioned in ‘Golden Summer’ in the First Time category. She did some work with Parasols Magazine before being snapped up by Surewill Group.

Dr. Chad Hopper is a character mentioned very briefly in ‘Never That Bold Ch. 06’ in the Erotic Coupling category. In that story, he is still a high school student; there is no mention of him becoming an ocular surgeon or heroin addict.

Dianne Pratt, Bonnie’s personal assistant is a character mentioned in ‘Golden Summer’ in the First Time category, and featured prominently in ‘Johnson, Johnson & Lambert’ in the Romance category, as well as ‘Arrogance Is A Crime’ in the Loving Wives category. Apparently, after Dr. Hebert turned in the real killer, freeing Dianne from Hearst Medium Security penitentiary for Women, Dianne has reverted to her maiden name.

The attorney Michael Robert Brookes is a character introduced in ‘Icky Vickie Roberts’ in the Gay Male category.

Daniel Eichenbach, the borderline incompetent attorney Bonnie secures for Kelli is first introduced in ‘On The Couch’ in the Gay Male category. His fumbling and bumbling mannerisms are described in ‘Multiple Units #109’ in the Loving Wives category.

The location of the SureWill Group in Flowers, Louisiana used to be the location of Cal’s Western Wear. The decline of the Cal’s Western Wear business is begun in the ‘Edge Of Breaking’ series in the Lesbian Sex category. The final days of Cal’s Western Wear are described in ‘Written Down’ in the Group Sex category.

The drag racer Robin Durst is a character first introduced in the ‘Never That Bold’ series. She is the middle daughter of Lilah Quentin Durst Truesdale and Brandon Durst.

Chad Theriot, the drag racer is a minor character in the ‘Yapping Dogs’ series in the Loving Wives category.

The Performance 12 News reporter, Chelsea Duhon is a primary character in ‘On Channel 12’ in the Loving Wives category. Thomas Kowalski is a primary character in the ‘Oddball’ series in the First Time category.

The male model Patrick Miller is a primary character in ‘Zipping Across The Waters’ in the Gay Male category.

Clark Duhon, the accountant, is a primary character introduced in ‘Yorkie Breeder’ in the Anal category.

Don’t drink and drive.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.