Deep Down Inside - Part 19 - Roberto's Advice
Written by circes_cup :: [Monday, 25 March 2013 06:08] Last updated by :: [Monday, 25 March 2013 13:47]
Warning: This is adult literature. If you’re not of a legal age to read this stuff, don’t.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It is intended for adult audiences only. No semblance between the characters described here and real individuals -- living or dead -- is implied or intended.
----------
Plot Synopsis Up to This Point:
Four female post-graduate students in New Mexico (Vicky, Tammy, Louisa and Kim) are living depressing lives fraught with personal and professional failures.
One day, driving through the lonely New Mexico desert, they are commandeered by aliens. Turns out, the aliens would like to come back one day and mine the our earthly sphere until it's Swiss Cheese. But in the meantime, they need a little help mapping the earth's geology. And who better to help with that than a handful of local females, recruited involuntarily? The aliens soup them up with some supernatural abilities and turn them loose.
No one knows when the aliens are going to come back, if they ever do. And that gives the girls plenty of opportunity to explore the supernatural abilities the aliens have given them. In case you've never been superhuman, it involves not only absurd strength, but also being absurdly attractive, with the sexual appetite to match. It means that whichever guy you choose to sleep with somehow finds reserves of virility and endurance that he never previously had. It means being able to talk to your girlfriends through mental telekinesis-- no more charging those cell phones. It means you can store a city’s worth of electricity inside of you, and blow shit up at will. And it means you can fly.
As we leave off Part 18, the girls have recently completed an inter-continental scavenger hunt for things they enjoy. The trinkets they bring back include several hundred pounds of clothes; an Air Force fighter pilot, Roberto, who is all to happy to give up an aviation career for these phenomenal women; a rugby team that had been jailed unjustly in Pakistan; and $200 million from the bank accounts of Kim's ex-boyfriend, who is now also ex-living.
----------
Part 19 -- Roberto's Advice
-----------
"What the hell?" Tammy asked herself as she approached the mansion in her beat-up Honda, freshly back from doing errands.
Growing increasingly accustomed to her powers, she found it maddening to drive in a car, much less to sit in traffic. But Vicky had ordered her troops to keep a low profile for the time being, and slow-poke automobiles were the price of secrecy. The media had convinced itself that the nuclear reactor anomalies and subsequent fires in Florida were the result of a massive short circuit in the wires, and that the downing of the fighter jet was an accident. So, with their Florida indiscretions overlooked, the girls were basically unknown, and Vicky wanted to keep it that way until she knew her next move. Thus, Tammy was tooling around town just like any other person, in a bullshit car.
Which is why Tammy was more than a little surprised that Louisa was, at this very moment, floating above the house, carrying a delivery truck. Tammy rolled her eyes as she stepped out of the car and slammed the door.
"Those things work a lot better when they're on the ground," Tammy shouted up.
"This one doesn't work at all," Louisa replied, slowly descending behind the house. "For me, it's just a box with enough capacity"
"Enough capacity for what?" Tammy asked, as Louisa let the truck settle onto the ground with a thud.
"For my new friends," Louisa answered, circling around to the back of the trailer and placing her hands on the handles. A squeal of metal evidenced her monstrous strength: she was ripping the doors clear off their hinges, which soon snapped with a loud crack.
Men were piled up inside, huddled together for warmth, and passed out.
"Oh dammit," Louisa groaned. "It looks like the altitude knocked them out."
Tammy examined them more closely. They were young, good-looking, fit. And they were wearing rugby uniforms.
"Wait a minute." Tammy's eyes darted back and forth between Louisa and the boys. "Wait a minute. The news broadcast, on the boat -- it was about.... No, Louisa. No, you didn't. Did you?"
Louisa shrugged her shoulders.
Tammy furrowed her brow. "What are they here for?"
"I made a deal with them. I get them out of trouble, and they have to serve us, hand and foot."
"You did what?!"
-----
The emergency meeting of the girls included only Tammy, Louisa and Kim. Their de facto captain, Vicky, was out. Roberto, who had become something of a fixture around the estate after Kim abducted him from an Air Force fighter jet, was also in attendance. In the distance, the newly arrived rugby players were slowly climbing out of the truck, seeking the warmth of the midday Phoenix sun.
"Servants? Are you serious?" Tammy asked. "Vicky will be pissed."
"Sorry," Louisa replied. "I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Vicky told us in no uncertain terms to keep a low profile," noted Kim. "There's no way we can do that with a bevy of guys walking around the estate grounds. This place looks like some sort of summer camp for dudes."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Louisa objected.
"Yes," Kim replied. "Once the news leaks out that we're super, then the media will be all over us. And then in come the scientists that want to dissect us. And they'll be followed by the politicians. Can you image what the politicians will do? They'll invite us to join the army or the police or something, and call us un-patriotic and self-centered if we don't."
"Sorry," Louisa replied, sullenly. "I guess I screwed up a little."
There was a silence in the group.
"It's too bad," Kim noted as she surveyed the guys in the distance. "Most of them are pretty hot."
"I don't think Louisa screwed up at all." The nervous voice came from Roberto.
Six inquiring eyes turned his direction.
He seemed to will himself to continue. "Your abilities are simply astounding. I've seen you fly, carry a thousands pounds with very little effort..."
"Thousands of pounds are actually no effort," Tammy corrected him.
"... with no effort, stop a jet fighter in its tracks. Is there anything you can't do?"
"If there is," Tammy replied, "we haven't found it yet."
Roberto continued, "I've only known you for a few days, but from the first moment, you seem to approach being, frankly, goddesses. There's no way on earth you should be washing your own clothes, running your own errands. Have someone else do that."
"I like where this is going," Tammy admitted. "But what if these guys don't want to stay?"
"Well, it depends on whatever deal they worked out with Louisa. The key point is that you should never have to lift a finger again for anything that isn't fun for you.
"Man, am I glad we found you," Kim laughed. "You're exactly the kind of motivational speaker we needed."
Roberto pressed on. "It doesn't stop there. Take money, for example. It should be no object for you. Do you think NASA wouldn't pay a billion dollars to get soil samples from Venus? Do you think Thailand wouldn't pay a billion dollars to have the Burmese government deposed? You could earn a billions by the end of the week, if you felt like it. Why do you only have one estate like this? Why not own a dozen?"
"Wow. This guy is brilliant," Tammy said approvingly.
"There's one more thing. There's no way you should be slinking around in secret, avoiding attention. Stop a few bank robberies, put out a few fires -- you could be national heroes in time for lunch. Combine that with the fact that you're absurdly hot, and you could be the country's biggest celebrities. The public would absolutely adore you."
Louisa laughed. "OK, we're sold. I can't believe it took a man to remind us who we really are. We're supergirls. Why not act like them-- be whatever we want, take whatever we want, do whatever we want?"
Kim surveyed the gaggle of confused guys in the distance. "A flock of twenty good-looking guys taking care of our every need sounds like a pretty good place to start."
Tammy sat up straight in her chair. "Let's try it on for size. Roberto, go get the rugby dudes settled in -- now."
"Gladly," he smiled knowingly, springing out of his seat and jogging towards the gathered men in the distance.
"If you do well," Tammy shouted over her shoulder, "there will be a little reward for you at the end of the day!"
He jogged faster.
"That was easy," Tammy giggled. "There's only one little chore we still have to take care of -- convincing our leader."
-----
Chad was relieved, astonished, to wake up in Arizona. The town, they were told, was Paradise Valley. And they could believe it. They truly had been delivered from the clutches of hell into a paradise.
A guy named Roberto helped him and the other rugby players get settled in. He apparently had quit his job in order to follow a girl named Kim around. Showers were started, fresh towels were found. Roberto even came back from Target with an armful of fresh clothes.
Louisa, meanwhile, ordered twenty pizzas, which showed up at the pool just as the freshly scrubbed guys began to emerge from the house. She waited for them by the poolside, sunbathing in a reclining chair.
As the captain of the rugby team, Chad was as close as the team came to having a leader. Louisa's original offer to bust them out of the prison had been presented to Chad alone. Having gotten the guys somewhat settled in, he would need to speak with her about what happens next.
As Chad approached Louisa's pool chair, he appraised the undulations of her phenomenal physique, as well her bikini's inability to contain them.
The bathing suit was a tiny little white number. It was the kind of outfit that would have given ninety percent of its occupants self-esteem problems. But on Louisa, it looked fabulous. Her abdomen was almost mesmerizing -- flat as a board, perfectly smooth skin, an inviting layer of peach fuzz on the top and muscle definition underneath that could only be achieved through countless hours of sit-ups. She had the arms and legs of a ballerina -- long, serpentine curves that somehow appeared graceful and powerful at the same time. And then there was her chest. Those exuberant globes rose defiantly from her ribcage, defying any bikini top that was unfortunate enough to be assigned the task of restraining them.
As she luxuriated on the pool-side recliner, Chad noticed that not an ounce of tension or stress was visible on her. The way she put her body on display for 20 guys to ogle seemed almost a dare: go ahead, look over every scrap of me. Stare if you like. See if you can find a single blemish. Chad tried, but he wasn't doing very well -- no moles, scars, or birthmarks were to be found. No crooked toenails or uneven eyebrows. Her flawlessness was almost disturbing. Her body was a merciless vortex that seemed to pull his attention into it no matter how he tried to escape. He had to break free. Say something, Chad, anything.
"So," said Chad, running a hand through his wet hair as he sat down at the pool's edge, "I guess we owe you our heartfelt thanks."
She lowered her sunglasses. As her eyes examined him, her expanse of inviting curves taunted him. He forced himself to concentrate.
"No you don't owe me your heartfelt thanks. But you owe me some really fucking good daiquiris."
Chad laughed as casually as he could. Now that he was in her presence, speaking with her, his need for her leapt to new levels. Her dark eyes were wild with danger and mischief. Her skin was a touch lighter than that of the other girls, which only made clearer its unblemished perfection. Her light skin was dramatic contrast with the dark corkscrews of her vibrant hair. She looked like a fairy that had climbed out of a nineteenth century book of folktales, only to wander across the pages of Playboy before settling down in front of him.
She was angelic and dangerous, classic and yet -- reclining with earphones in her ears -- decidedly modern. Chad had never been so hypnotized by a woman in his life.
He needed to get his mind off her attractions. He continued to dangle his feet in the water, making slow and deliberate circles. "Tell me. How exactly did you do this? How did you get us here?"
"You don't know?" She smiled, laughter in her eyes.
"Well, that delivery truck doesn't exactly have any windows. We thought the truck got loaded onto the belly of a transport plane. But it was the strangest thing: we never heard any engines. No truck engines, no plane engines. We knew we were flying: we could feel the air get thin and cold. But that was our only clue. Then, the air was too thin and we blacked out."
She raised the sunglasses back to the crook of her nose and reclined again, eyes skyward. "And the destruction of the prison compound-- have you figured that out yet?"
"That's easier to understand. All you had to do there was call in an airstrike."
"I see. That's all I did, huh?"
Chad was silent in reply.
"And your promise to be my little poolside servant?" Louisa asked the sky. "That must seem pretty silly if all I did was make a phone call to the Air Force."
Chad remained silent, his foot continuing to trace circles in the water. He didn't like the idea of serving anyone, but if he had to serve someone, the best choice in the world was sunbathing right in front of him.
"Tammy," Louisa said without moving, "why don't you show Chad here what we are made of?"
Tammy had been sitting at one of the poolside tables. She patted an empty chair next to her.
Chad hopped up and ambled over to the chair, glad to get some space between himself and the sensual vortex of Louisa. Tammy was super-attractive too, but for him, Louisa dominated his thoughts -- and needs.
"OK, I'll make you a deal," the blond said. "I'll arm wrestle you for it. If I win, you start believing the crazy shit that comes out of Louisa's mouth like it's the holy gospel. And you recommit yourself to whatever stupid promise you made her in the first place."
Louisa laughed. "I believe the words were 'waiting on me hand and foot'."
Tammy rolled her eyes. "And if you win, then you don't have to believe the crazy shit that comes out of her mouth, and you can go home on the next flight to Rugby-land."
Chad was reluctant. "I work out quite a bit. And, um, I'm a guy. Are you sure this is fair?"
Tammy smiled. "It's definitely NOT fair."
Why was there a glint to her eye?
Chad planted his elbow on the table and clasped hands with her. A few of the assembled rugby players stopped to watch, but most continued focusing on the pizza.
"Go!" Tammy chirped.
Chad began exerting himself against her, and found her resistance was more than he anticipated. He redoubled his efforts.
Painful seconds passed. He was not making any downward progress against her. In fact, her blank expression suggested that she wasn't even trying.
Chad redoubled his efforts again. His bicep began to quiver. A bead of sweat wandered down his brow and landed on the tabletop.
"She's pretty strong, huh?" Louisa giggled.
He responded only with a grunt. The muscles on his arms bulged further, and he clenched his teeth as his face turned red.
Meanwhile, Tammy's arm seemed entirely relaxed.
Louisa turned to Tammy. "Is he strong?"
"For a man," Tammy giggled. "He's giving it his all."
Chad did not respond, lost in his exertions.
"Hang on," Tammy said, unclasping their hands, stopping the contest. "Maybe you set up at the wrong angle. Why don't on take a break and try again?"
"I can't argue with that," Chad responded, panting.
"Do you have any idea what you are up against?" The blond asked.
"No."
"Here," she said, flexing her arm. Her bicep swelled to twice is resting size. "Feel that puppy."
It was more of a display of braun than he had expected from such a trim woman. Chad reached over and squeezed her bicep. It was hard -- unbelievably so. He felt like he was trying to compress a ball of marble. What was this girl made of?
A chuckle went up among the guys, who by now, had fully assembled around the pizza. One of them laughed, "You can take a girl right, Chad?”
-------
Tammy's nipples went rock hard at the thought of the resumed struggle. As she felt the blood begin to pound throughout her body, she instinctively smiled at her opponent. She sat ramrod straight and let her massive bust line erupt forward. She could hear the heartbeats in the area immediately begin thumping harder.
Tammy again locked hands with Chad, elbows on the table. Like any rugby player, he was fit -- nice big biceps, and very well defined. Louisa, she admitted, had good taste in toys.
By now, Louisa had taken enough interest in the proceedings to sit up and remove her sunglasses completely. "Ready, set, go!" she exclaimed.
Chad's face showed some reluctance, but he did not let that affect his efforts. His muscles tensed and bulged as he piled his strength into the duel. He nearly rose out of his seat as he threw all his weight into moving her hand.
To Tammy, Chad's efforts were about as forceful as being tickled with a feather. She couldn't believe that men, relative to her, were indeed this weak.
Moments passed. Chad's forehead turned crimson; sweat poured down his cheeks.
"Maybe he needs some help," Tammy observed. "Can you find him some?"
Louisa hopped out of the reclining pool chair and glanced at her surroundings. The life preserver had a rope tied to it. Louisa untied the rope from the life ring and re-tied it around Tammy's wrist. She handed the other end to the gathered male spectators.
"Feel free to try and help him him," Louisa invited. "Her offer is still good. Pull her arm down and you owe us nothing!"
The guys laughed as several of them picked up the rope. "Normally, we wouldn't gang up on a woman," one of them explained. "But we like to see Chad embarrassed. Need some help buddy?"
Chad only grunted.
Several guys grabbed onto the rope and started to pull, but were soon grunting with the extreme effort.
Tammy winked at Louisa as her arm began to inch downward, giving in to the pull of the rope, her knuckles getting closer to the table surface.
"Come on, everyone, join in!" Said one of the guys on the rope. The group quickly took up positions along the length of rope. "All together, pull!"
A massive grunt went out from the group as they threw their weight and muscle against it. Tammy knitted her brow with concern as her knuckles got ever closer to the table surface. Her breathing became labored, and with her free hand she clenched the lip of the table. Nonetheless, the guys seemed shocked that she was putting up such an effective fight. "How the hell did she get so strong?" one asked.
The men gave another grunt, and her knuckles moved within two inches of the surface. "Come on boys, we almost have her!" shouted one. They gave one last, forceful tug with all their might, and....
Nothing happened.
Tammy's arm did not budge an iota further.
"Wow!" Tammy exclaimed sarcastically. "You boys sure did put some elbow grease into that last pull. Or, at least it looks like you did, given all the sweat. You were pulling hard, weren't you?"
The men continued to grunt and tug with all their might, but her arm remained immovable, only inches from her defeat.
Tammy continued, "OK, I have one teensy weensy confession to make." The team of strong rugby players continued to shout and to pull with perhaps two thousand pounds of futile force, but Tammy's arm muscles weren't even flexed.
"This thing about you almost winning..." She nodded at her bent arm. "... I was just foolin'..."
Tammy sighed and slowly began to right her arm against the heaving, grunting crowd. "...I know that most girls are pretty weak compared to you..."
She continued to move her arm past vertical, with her palm now descending towards the surface. "... but I’ve been enhanced...."
Her arm continued to travel away from the men. “... and not just a little; my muscles have been multiplied over and over...”
She sighed deeply, causing her enormous bust line to test the limits of her tank top. "...and over and over...."
Her arm continued to travel “... and over and over and over...”
She looked up with feigned surprise. “Hey! Are you guys even trying?”
Only grunting and heaving emanated from the overtaxed group.
“I guess so. I have that problem a lot. It looks like you’re pulling on the rope, but I can barely feel it. Well, this just goes to show what happens when ..."
Her fingernails were only inches from the surface now.
" ... you mess with a girl."
She brought her fist down on the table with a gentle smack.
"Anyone else care to try their luck against me?" Tammy beamed, blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face.
Chad heard the sound of laughter before he realized it was coming from him. He was relieved, in a way, to know that he wouldn't have to choose between going home and staying with these unfathomably beautiful women. The choice had already been made.
------
"You can't keep us here against our will!" cried the shrill voice, from behind the table with the pizza boxes.
Chad knew that the voice was Darren's. He was always the "stress case" on the team --- always overreacting.
"Really?" Louisa replied, cocking a skeptical eyebrow. "You think we can't?"
The crowd parted for Darren.
Chad was nearly frozen in disbelief. "Please tell me you aren't serious, Darren. The blond one just arm wrestled twenty of us -- at the same time!"
"They might be strong, but metal still cuts flesh." From behind his back, he drew a large kitchen knife -- something he probably found in the mansion.
Chad slowly rose from his poolside chair, his arms spread in peacekeeping fashion. "Darren, there's no need for this. These ladies rescued us, fed us, gave us new clothes. Nobody's ever suggested that we're hostages here."
"Bullshit," Darren snarled, his features already consumed in anger. "You head what they said. Besides, if these girls had good intentions, we'd be back in the UK by now. We're captives, Chad, not guests!"
"So you're going to stab them? You want to be back in prison for the second time in a week?"
"Shut up, Chad," Darren barked in reply. "You're our captain only on the field. Out here, we decide for ourselves."
"Looks like somebody needs to be taught a lesson!" Tammy laughed, standing up. "I love giving lessons to bad boys!" She stepped away from the pool and towards the crowd, with an inviting sashay to her hips. The crowd had assembled on the adjoining patio.
Darren began to circle around her, the knife glinting in the morning sun.
Tammy pointed at the knife and pouted. "That's not fair, buster! You have that big scary knife and all we have is our good looks!"
"That's not my problem," he snarled, advancing on her.
Tammy didn't hold her ground but instead backed up, holding her hands out defensively. There was only so much room for her to move, however. The mansion's desert-themed landscaping included several large boulders -- some the size of small houses -- and soon her back was up against one of them.
Louisa was now standing as well and in the middle of the commotion. She rested her hands on her hips. "OK, here's the deal. If he gets to pick a weapon, she gets to pick a weapon too. Deal?"
"Deal," they said in unison.
"He gets a turn to strike first, and then she gets a chance to strike back." Louisa continued being the referee. "Darren, I assume you've selected the knife as your weapon?"
He only nodded.
"Tammy, have you selected your weapon?"
Her back against the boulder, she nodded. "Yes."
Louisa shrugged. "Well then. May the duel begin."
Chad watched in horror as Darren lunged at the blond. Tammy was clothed only in tiny sweat shorts and a midriff-baring top. Leaning against the rock had forced her back to arch slightly, causing her magnificent tits to protrude up an at angle. They heaved with every breath, like the rolling of ocean waves.
To Chad's horror, the blond did nothing to dodge the advance, and Darren thrust the knife directly into her midriff. The blond begin to quiver and convulse uncontrollably. Chad felt a nausea consume him as he watched.
"Louisa, you didn't tell me it would tickle!" exclaimed Tammy, as Darren continued to thrust away.
"Stop it stop it stop it" Tammy let out a girlish squeal. "You're killing me!"
Darren withdrew the knife and examined it with confusion. There was no blood.
"OK, so you weren't really killing me. It's a figure of speech."
Chad circled for a better view. As she laughed and tried to catch her breath, Tammy's perfect ridges of abdominal muscle rose and fell with the movement of her diaphragm. Darren jabbed the knife at this area again, but instead of going in, it made a "chink" sound, like hitting a brick wall. A piece of the tip seemed to fall away. Darren thrust at her unprotected midriff again. And again. And again.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Darren snarled. But his voice lacked the confidence it had before.
"Here, try to stab me here." Tammy raised her top until a nipple was exposed.
Darren carefully centered the point on her nipple and began to bear down on the knife. An "ooooaaaaaahhhhhooooo" escaped Tammy's delighted lips as the knife dug in. From the look on Darren's face, Chad could tell that the man had made no progress penetrating her skin. He grunted with the effort, and his triceps showed in dramatic relief as he applied his full strength to the knife.
"Oh my gosh," Tammy purred in an erotic tone that sent a shudder through the men, "that feels soooooo awesome!”
Chad noticed that her nipple had swelled to the size of a cherry. She reached a hand under her breast and cupped it, keeping it steady for the twisting and turning of the knife.
"Who," Darren grunted, his muscles quaking with exertion, "the-hell-are-you?"
Tammy's reply was stilted as it apparently competed with the erotic sensations she was experiencing. "Like I said, I'm just a normal girl that been.... improved."
Darren’s shoulders slumped in defeat and he stood up, allowing the knife to fall to the ground. "OK," he said, "I get it. The knife is useless against you. Truce."
"No way," Tammy sighed as her top dropped back down over her breast. She splayed her hands across the warm boulder. "We had a deal. First you strike me with your weapon, then I get to strike back with mine."
"But you never picked a weapon."
"Yes I did." Tammy continued to run the palms of her hand hands over the boulder, apparently enjoying the feel of the rock.
"Show me."
His statement was followed by a monstrous rumbling. The shadows on the boulder began to shift, and before Chad knew it, the boulder was moving - upwards. Chad glanced further down and could see a space forming between the bottom of the massive rock and the ground. He realized with trepidation that the blond had been smoothing her hands over rock not because she enjoyed the feel. She had been looking for handholds.
The boulder was perhaps twenty-five feet in every direction -- a huge object. In fact, the object was so massive he could feel the coolness of the air emanating off the recently unearthed bottom half. The diminutive woman below was now holding the massive rock above her head, without a single hint of strain on her face.
Darren cowered under the enormity of the mass that was suspended above him. His face was a mask of confusion, slowly migrating into abject fear.
“Wow,” Tammy exclaimed. “This is my favorite part, when they finally admit the truth to themselves. Look at the screwy expression on his face.”
Louisa, standing to the side with her arms crossed in front of her, laughed out loud.
"Holy shit," Darren begged. "Please. I’ll do anything -- serve you -- whatever you want."
"Are you begging?" She smiled, as the rest of the crowd backed away from the pair.
Tammy tossed the massive boulder from one hand to the other, like a juggling ball. The crowd stood transfixed, scared to be under such a massive threat, but also scared to move.
He fell to his feet. "Please please please please please," he begged.
“OK, kiss my feet!” She giggled.
He began kissing her toes, even as Tammy continued to hold the enormous boulder aloft.
A slight "o" formed over Tammy's lips as he ministered to her. The boulder quivered as the woman beneath it became somewhat lost in the sensations in her toes. She turned to Louisa. "Have you ever had anyone do this for you?"
"No, actually."
"It's pretty awesome."
He redoubled his efforts, before looking up at her expectantly. "Spare me. I'll do anything for you."
"Anything?"
"Anything," he reinforced.
"Wow. You do know how to talk to a girl. What are you good at?"
"I can cook," he offered.
A voice in the crowd piped up, "He's really good!"
"Well, why didn't you say so earlier?" Tammy laughed, tossing the massive boulder behind her with a flick of the wrist. It landed behind her with an earth-jarring THUD. "I'll spare you, even though you tried to kill me."
Silently, Darren straightened his uncertain legs, a look of relief on his face.
Louisa stepped forward with an authoritative stride. "You're in charge of cooking a really awesome feast for tonight," she said to Darren. "The kitchen is stocked."
"It would be my pleasure."
"Attaboy," Louisa responded. "You're getting the hang of how to deal with us."
With one hand, Louisa picked up the boulder from where it had landed. She absently rotated the mass back and forth as if were some sort of weightless bauble. She spun the 20-foot-tall rock boulder end-over-end, catching it after a half spin. Dirt and shards of stone rained harmlessly on the frightened crowd. Then she flipped the monolith in the opposite direction; the rock took a full 360-degree cartwheel before landing back in the palm of her hand.
"So, who else is lookin' forward to being on my good side?" Louisa asked off-handedly.
Stunned silence greeted her in return. Twenty anxious hands were raised in the air.
"That's how I like it," Louisa affirmed, the shade of the boulder darkening the faces of the crowd. "I like life to be effortless, just like lifting a 10-ton rock is. The less time us girls spend thinking about cleaning, cooking, and household stuff in general, the happier we are. How how happy do you want us to be-- happy or very happy?"
"Very happy!" came the crowd's confident reply.
"Well said," she beamed.
After the crowd began to disperse -- with many of them headed to the kitchen to help Darren -- Louisa deposited the rock back in its place. She climbed on top, and Tammy joined her.
"You're a genius," Tammy giggled. "A legion of hot, talented rugby dudes to make our lives easier-- I can't believe I didn't think of it myself. And what comes next?"
"Like Roberto said: fame, fortune and whatever else we want. We can get away with anything."
Categories
SWM Library | Deep Down Inside
Add comment