Julie's eyes lingered on the last line.
aperte mall cum est mulier, tum demum est bona,
(when a woman is openly bad, she is at her best)
Annette
The elegant penmanship flowed with sensuality across the cream colored stationary. The reality of the contest was setting in. With a deep breath she looked over at Lisa who was just finishing. A tingly sensation rushed across Julie's body raising the hairs on her arms.
Simultaneously they spoke, "This is crazy!"
"I'm wet just thinking about it." Lisa added.
"Me too." Julie pulled at the lacie thong panties she was wearing.
"Have you given any thoughts on who you're gonna bring?"
"Greg." Lisa responded quickly. "You met him at last years Christmas Party."
"the tall, dark haired hunk?" she prodded.
"Uh huh. and you?"
"You remember that fireman I dated a few years back?"
"Steve?"
"Yeah. I thought I'd call him up. He always seemed up for new... adventures." Julie giggled.
Lisa giggled along, "Mmm, I always wanted to fuck him."
"LISA!" Julie was aghast. "You're so nasty."
"That's why you love me." Lisa winked.
Julie laughed. "I have to let you go so I can call and prepare him."
"I'll have him with whipped cream." Lisa chided.
"you'll have to wait your turn." Julie laughed trying to end the conversation so she could call Steve.
"Well Leese, gotta go break this to Steve."
"Let me know how it goes. Peace." she hung up.
With Annette's letter read, she asked Steve, "Well?"
"Well what..." he chuckled.
"Well are you interested?"
"Oh Jules, you knew any guy you called would say yes, the minute you said blow job."
Julie laughed, "I meant... do you think you'll be able to..."
"Get it up?" he broke her off midstream.
"No, you goof, do you think you'll be able to get the tux and coat?"
"For only one blow job, probably not. But for six, I can be bought."
"And you're cool with shaving?" she wittily replied. "or waxing?"
"Clean as a whistle." he said.
A week later the doorbell rang. By the time Julie got to the door all she saw was the backside of the UPS driver as he hurried back to his brown truck.
'Nice ass." she said loud enough for him to hear.
On her porch he had left a large brown box. Carrying it to the living room she sat it down next to coffee table clearing away the items now piled on it. Inside she found her prize. A 3/4 length Russian whiskey colored sable coat. It was gorgeous. She buried her face deep within its hair relishing its softness.
A note along with the coat.
"It's only rented so please don't throw up on it. :-)"
"Asshole." she said loudly. It had been on their first date. A night of dancing and drinking and drinking. They hadn't even got back to her house before she was violently throwing up all over the front seat of his car. She smiled recalling what she could remember of the evening.
'It's a wonder he called me for a second date.'