***
"How fucking hot was that?" Tyla beemed.
"Really fucking hot!" Jessica agreed.
We took that boy apart!"
Do you know how -- fuck, we've just given him a Penthouse Letters experience. Sort of. Disgusting. Worse than that."
"Who cares? His story is going to be believed by how many people, do you think, good-looking as he is? And even still, what's wrong with a fiery sexual experience to just happen? We split him by choice and then left without inviting him. In fact, we declined to share his company for the night. Who cares what significance we are to him--you, I, or both of us together. Its what he is to us! You licked that whole monstrous load off my feet. That was something. That guy can come."
"And you made me tongue it all down off your toes!" We should so be porn stars. We're naturals at what guys want."
"That's a danger of being a walking clichΓ© of a person, or of a person's life. How rich we are in friends, in love, love from women and men. It's so bourgeoisie. Suburban/urban bisexuals that always have each other, no matter whom they fuck. Or why they fuck them?"
"Holy shit. That's a little dark, isn't it? But it does make one feel special in big ways. An open bisexual relationship. The possibilities!"
"Indeed."
They embraced.
"Look, I need to run soon. Sorry to be--you know, seeming like I'm treating you like we treated Daniel."
"What's up, may I ask?
"Friends from college coming into town tonight and meeting at me at this Irish Pub named something Celtic and pretentious and corporate. Old college buds. From before I was in college and for a long time after. Still are friends, really. I guess I just kept them separate most of the time."
***
Jessica turned up last in the arrival of the three friends at the pub. Suzan and Deanna we seated at a hightop with waters in front of them.
"Glad you're finally hear, Jess! We're dying to get into this beer menu!" said a blonde young woman dressed in jean's, cowboy boots, and long bright blonde shouldler length hair. She had a very pretty nose. Suzan.
"Grolsh, please!" Jessica said to the server, a young man of Asian background and medium looks and height.
The sandy-haired tall young women in a red dress named Deanna raised her hand for a high five, that turned into an embrace, which Suzan joined. They were giddy to see each other.
"So, where do we even start? How have you guys been?" Jessica said. "How much have I missed?" she said, meaning it. "Hardly anything. We've held off the catchup, too."
"You guys are the best," Jessica said.
"Who should start?"
Well, it turned out that Deanna some major dance roles, and begged her to come to some and that's she'd get her tickets for free.
Suzan had become a registered massage therapist, and because she was so small (at only five feet), she learned the art that involved the feet mostly in the massage, as the instruments of massage on the rest of the body. Suzan had really hot feet, Jessica could well remember. She's gotten off many times to envisionings of swallowing Suzan's foot, or using it to get off.
Then it came her turn.
Well, what came easily was that she had accepted a role and was currently shooting Growing Sideways. She felt a little bad about revealing such a plum role like that to her friends. What if if they felt outdone by her. Deanna was only dancing with a small company, and here Jessica was starring on one of Showcases biggest, edgiest shows. But that wasn't her biggest worry.
She wondered how it was going to come off that she was polysexual, training for work in a fetishy industry that she was trying to make more so with her foot fetish. Also The only romantic foundation her life was ever going to need might be with Kyla. How was that going to go over? Lots of tedious explanation.
Is that what she should say? "You guys aren't going to believe this but shortly before I got the role on Growing Sideways, I joined a pro-wrestling promotion here in town. One of the bigger ones.
"Oh, my god," Suzan said. Real WWE-type stuff?"
"Absolutely, but it's indie, so the audiences are miniscule compared to the WWE shows."
"What sort of character do you play?" Suzan asked?
"I'm a villainous foot fetish-focussed wrestler who used her bare feet all over her opponents. Walking on them, stepping on their face, putting my feet in their mouths--you name it. If I can think of a humiliating way to use my bare feet on my opponent, that's what I'll do."
Jessica let that set in for a half-minute or so. She felt completely unprepared for what either friend was going to say to this?