Chapter 21 What About Bledsoe?
When Shane got home from work one Monday several weeks later, she found that a package delivery company had left three boxes on the back porch, all for Carmen. She took the cartons inside and put them on the kitchen table. One box was round and looked like a hat box; Shane looked on the label and saw that it had come from a western wear hat company. The second box looked like a large shoebox, and had come from a specialty boot and shoe company. The third was rectangular but not heavy, and looked like it might have held clothing. Shane looked at the label but didn't recognize the name. Something-or-other sportswear.
"Oh, good!" Carmen exclaimed when she came home a while later, walked through the kitchen door and saw the boxes. Shane stood near the stove, making dinner. "Hey, babe," Carmen said, coming over to kiss Shane hello.
"What's in the boxes?" Shane asked.
"Parts for a costume I have to make. I wanted to ask you, I've got this big gig next Sunday afternoon, and I wondered if you'd help me do the set-up and take-down. There's a very narrow time window built into it, and I have to get offstage with all my stuff really fast, so they can set up for the next event."
"Sure, no problem," Shane said. "I can be your roadie."
"Exactly! Thanks a million. Who knows, there may even be a reward in it for you, a little thank-you present."
"Oh? What?" Shane asked.
Carmen flirted. "You'll have to wait to find out." But she stuck her tongue in Shane's ear, leaving little doubt about what form her reward might take.
After dinner Carmen got out her portable sewing machine she kept in her closet, and set it up on the kitchen table. When you are a production assistant in Hollywood, you learn all sorts of trades, and there's almost nothing a top production assistant can't do if she put her hand to it. In Carmen's case, she had grown up in a household and a neighborhood where women learned to sew before they started elementary school. Carmen had made, altered, or otherwise modified her own clothes all her life, as had her mother, her grandmother and all her sisters and cousins.
While Shane watched TV in the living room Carmen worked on adapting the costume parts she got out of the boxes. She worked for nearly two hours. Shane could hear the sewing machine working from time to time, and she heard Carmen talking to herself, and even once or twice humming or singing to herself as she worked away happily. When she was finished she packed up her portable sewing machine and went into her room to try on her new DJ costume. After she'd changed into it, she stood in the doorway to the living room, where Shane was engrossed in watching an episode of
Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip
she had recorded.
"Shane, when you get a second, there's something I want to show you."
Shane held up her hand, still focused on the TV. "'Kay, babe, this will be over in just a sec."
Carmen stood watching the end of the show, waiting for the commercial break. When it came, Shane said, "What's up?" and turned to look at Carmen. Her mouth fell open.
"What I wanted to ask you was have you ever had a fantasy about fucking a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader? Put her backfield in motion and then watch her end zone dance after a big score? I know I have."
Carmen stood in the doorway, laughing at Shane's astonishment. She wore her version of a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader outfit, starting with shiny, white, patent leather, mid-calf cowboy boots trimmed in blue piping the same shade as Cowboys' blue. She had hot-glue-gunned blue Cowboys stars on the sides. She had on as skimpy a pair of white booty shorts as Shane had ever seen, and which featured a wide, white, shiny, patent leather belt that had blue stars on it, just like the shorts and belts the Dallas cheerleaders wore ... or maybe a bit less so. The Dallas cheerleaders had copyrighted their signature uniform so no one could use the look without the permission of the Cowboys front office, which it almost never gave. Their cheerleader blouse design was a blue shirt with long, puffy sleeves, but cut off at the midriff. Instead of buttons, it was simply knotted in front at the bottom of the sternum. Over this shirt the cheerleaders wore white midriff-length vests that had two Dallas Cowboy signature blue stars on each half of the front.
Carmen had not bothered to even try to replicate this top; instead, she had characteristically put her own touch on the uniform. She had bought a Dallas Cowboys football jersey from a sporting goods outfit that sold football team jerseys. You could pick whatever number you wanted, and have your name put on the back in the same block letters your favorite team used. The jerseys, though expensive, were as authentic as it was possible to get. Carmen had chosen a white Cowboys team jersey, and on the back she had ordered LA PICA in blue letters as her player name, and below that her team number. Then she had gone to work on it, making modifications. First, she had gotten some standard shoulder padding used in some kinds of women's dresses, and built up the shoulders a little, so it looked like she might have been wearing a football player's shoulder pads under the jersey, or at least the suggestion of it. She had cut the sleeves way back and put in elastic, so the sleeves clung tightly to her arm above her biceps the way many football players wore them.
The next thing Carmen had done was to cut off the bottom of the jersey so she had a bare midriff. She had re-hemmed the bottom of the jersey and put in more elastic, so the jersey clung to her ribcage just below her breasts.
The typical jersey had a standard T-shirt-type neckline. There was no way Carmen was going to let as fine a bosom as she possessed to be hidden from view. She had skillfully undone the blue trim at the throat and cut a generous scoop neckline out of it so the jersey revealed the warm brown tops of her breasts and gave her some cleavage. She re-hemmed that cutout, too. Then she sewed in bottom cups to hold her wonderful breasts up, without the need for a bra.
Her final alteration was the back, where Carmen had left the large team number in place, cutting a square out around it so the bottom two-thirds of the number hung down beneath LA PICA like a bib. The net result was the team number hung down on her back, but her bare midriff theme continued almost all the way around. Just below the bottom of the team number on her bare caramel skin rode the twin faces of
Ixchel
just above the top of her booty shorts.
The team number Carmen had chosen was, of course, 69. No surprise there.
On her head she wore a gorgeous white Stetson cowboy hat that had the Dallas Cowboys blue star embroidered on the front and the number 69 embroidered on each side in two-inch numbers.
She was delectable enough to give the shade of Davy Crockett a major hard-on. Shane stared.
"Because, you see, the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders are extremely popular," Carmen said. "I don't know if you know this, since you know virtually nothing about football, but they even have their own annual calendar. There's about thirty or forty million men who would sell their souls if only they could fuck a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, especially one from the calendar, and I wondered, you know, you being an excellent judge of high-quality pussy yourself, how you felt about them."
"Uhhhhhhhhh..............." Shane said. Carmen knew it would take Shane over an hour to try to process enough information to frame a coherent answer.
"So, what do you think? Do you like it?" Carmen asked. "Does it make you want to fuck a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader calendar girl?" She twirled in a circle, showing off the outfit like a fashion model, wiggling her butt suggestively at Shane and striking model poses.
"The gig I'm doing on Sunday? It's for a bunch of Texas oil men. They have an out-of-town convention Thursday to Monday in Santa Barbara. And as it happens, next Sunday evening the Cowboys are playing the Carolina Panthers, and all these poor Texas oilmen so far, far from home are gonna watch the game from their convention ballroom, and they hired me to be the DJ for their pre-game tailgate party for two hours. So I've got to set up in the ballroom, do my gig while they tailgate in the ballroom, drinking themselves senseless and eating barbecue in preparation for the game, then I have to clear out quick, so they can set up a jumbotron so they can watch the game. So that's why I need your help, to get off-stage and out of the way right before the game starts."
"Well, you've certainly got the tail for a tailgate party," Shane said.
"Why, darlin', you turn a girl's head," Carmen drawled. "So what do you think? Do you think they'll like my outfit?" She pirouetted in a circle again, and leaned over, giving Shane a view down between her breasts to her navel.
"Uh..................." Shane said.
