Natasha Swann pushed a large shopping trolley through Carrefour that she was getting close to filling up, minding her own business. Until two women accosted her, coming so close that she had to acknowledge them. "Hello," one of them addressed to her. She looked puzzled, not recognising them. "You're Danica Blazny," the Hello woman told her while the friend looked on.
She gave them a stern look. "My name's Natasha," she responded sharply, "I think you're mistaken."
But the 'Hello' woman persisted. "I'm Izabella. I'm your neighbour. And this is my best friend Alena. And we know exactly who you are."
Izabella looked to her friend for support, so Alena spoke up as Natasha smiled, trying to remain pleasant in the face of this public accusal. "We have your movies," Alena announced wide-eyed, certain with excitement. "That mole on your chin. And that smile of yours kind of give you away."
Natasha / Danica realised that she had given them her trademark often cum covered smile -- but she suddenly gave them a stern look. "Have you been spying on me?"
Izabella looked down at her feet, a little guilty. "No, well yes. Well, I did want to find out who I was living next to. And then you kind of matched the girl on the video, so I thought I should look a bit closer. Binoculars," she admitted.
Danica looked her two invaders up and down. They seemed to be about her age and not unattractive. And sort of eager, for something. Still she had some issues. "You do know that I am retired," she tried.
"Well, Only Fans," Alena responded.
"Yes, well that," Danica admitted.
Izabella looked to Alena and then excitedly at Danica. "I subscribed," she stated quickly. "We were wondering..." she started.
Danica laughed, clearly undone. "If I could tell you a few stories?"
The two looked excited. "Yes!" they both exclaimed.
Danica sighed. "Look, I don't know why I'm doing this. But I have a few friends coming over on the weekend to watch Eurovision. So why don't you drop over, say half an hour before the start? I guess since we are neighbours we should get to know each other."
Izabella looked like she had won the lottery or something. "That would be great!" she exclaimed, elbowing Alena to ensure that she also looked just as excited.
Danica was actually glad at their exuberance. And she sensed something interesting. "Oh," she added wryly, "it is dress-up. I imagine that you can guess the theme." The two invitees laughed and nodded, insisting that they were just so grateful for the chance. And also so, so excited. Danica smiled at what may or may not happen.
***
The doorbell rang. Grinning and bounding across the room with excitement, Danica opened her door to her first guest. Her greetings all came out in a rush. "Linda, you're here, you're early and you are not in costume. Can you explain?" Danica wriggled her hips and smiled with her glowing wide teeth as Linda stood on her doorstep holding a large bag that might explain everything.
"Nice house," Linda enthused, "two storeys!"
Danica smiled as she pecked her guest on the cheek grabbing her to pull her inside. "I live on the ground floor. But you can't go upstairs. That's where I keep the men," she revealed with wide eyes and a grin. They both laughed. "No, I do," Danica insisted earnestly.
Linda shook her head, impressed. "You haven't changed!" she exclaimed.
"Come in, come in," Danica demanded busily although they were already through the front door, "I'm still setting things up." She grabbed her guest's free hand and forced their faces together so she could properly greet Linda with a full kiss on the lips. "Ten years," she giggled after holding their kiss for an extra moment, "you haven't changed either! Look at you, thin and beautiful, not a line on your face, how do you do it?" She dragged Linda further into the house as she complemented her on her hair, her legs, her arms...
Linda finally got a chance to respond while Danica handled her, hands everywhere. "I haven't changed? You haven't changed one bit!" Linda repeated.
"Why have we left it so long?" Danica laughed as she stood back to examine her friend from head to foot. She saw the bag Linda was holding. "You want to get changed!" she declared. "You've brought an outfit! I can't wait to see it!" Everything was so exciting, as she fussed about her guest, fussed about the place.
Linda found the opportunity to respond again. "Girl you can talk! First up, can you please explain yours?" she demanded, examining what Danica was dressed in. "It looks you are in nothing but blue macramé with an outsize tiara thing on your head."
"So you like it?" Danica turned and wiggled her barely covered tight bum as she led her early friend through the living area. Linda's description was accurate, there was nothing under the blue mesh dress except for skin.
Linda grabbed Danica's bottom, just to be certain and smiled."I could never match you," she laughed as she waved the bag. "Well, I guess I better get changed and get ready for the party to start." Linda grinned widely at her host. "If this were Hot Girl Party #5 we would be all be here ready to party and the start would be you opening a bottle of champagne and forcing me to drink it."
Danica laughed. "Champagne? All they gave us was Sovietski. That's why no one minded us pouring it all over each other. And licking it off. I think they got us drunk on purpose, for the later stuff." She winked. "I always said they should have called it Hot Girl Anal Party #5. If you know what I mean." She slapped her own bottom playfully. And then pretended to look serious. "But to my eternal disappointment there was never a Hot Girl Party #6," she stated dramatically.
Linda shook her head. "I think we resolved all possible sexual permutations in number 5."
Danica agreed enthusiastically. Then she shrugged as she remembered. "And then the studio ran out of money. Or someone ran off with everything, just ahead of the police. At least that's the rumours I heard. I guess that's why they never invited us back." She changed tack. "First I have to show you the house!" She led Linda on a tour through her home.
Linda whistled at the large, well apportioned kitchen, the huge lounge area, perfect for entertaining. "You have done all right for yourself. This is all yours?" she asked. "And the top floor?" she asked.
"Off limits, like I told you." Danica smiled. "I made it good when I was on top. And my dad pulled a few strings and this place fell into my lap."
Linda nodded, impressed at that. "Good location. Not too far from the centre. Yet it feels almost secluded. Nice cul de sac."
Danica opened a door onto a small bedroom that opened off the lounge. "Guest room. You can change here," she offered. Linda went in, but Danica followed. Once again she excitedly moved into her friend's personal space, sitting on the bed right in front of her. "So what is your outfit?" Danica demanded.
Linda opened her bag for her to see. "Nothing too flashy. It's a replica of Gina G Ooh Ah, Just A Little Bit." She lifted the short glittery number out and held it in front of herself.
Danica laughed. "Not too flashy! It's all flashy! And it doesn't leave anything to the imagination! Wow, you still have the body for it." She covered a nipple that had poked through her own revealing outfit.
Linda laughed back at her. "Still?? It's only been ten years! I'm not even thirty." They both chortled at that. Their real ages were always a bit of a joke between the girls. And a source of speculation since that truth was something you did not volunteer. You were always eighteen until you weren't.
Linda stripped out of her clothes and slipped into the shiny metallic arrangement. "I never asked you if you were particularly into girls -- or into me -- or if that was just what you had to do for a job," she asked Danica.
Danica tipped her head to one side with a big smile. "Would it upset you if I told you honestly? It was always men for me unless there weren't any around. So now you tell me the truth. Did you have, er, feelings?" She grinned at the challenge she had thrown back. And lifted the front of her dress, just above her crotch.
But at that moment her doorbell went. "That will be the neighbours!" she sang out, back into her party girl high. And she marched out to greet them not waiting for Linda's reaction as she went to open the front door.
"Linda, are you coming out?" Danica shouted out a moment later.
"Just getting into my heels," Linda shouted back at her from the room. She soon joined the group.
Danica was bouncing between two other women, a bottle of bubbly in her hand having already supplied glasses to the other two. "Lila is going to be late," she advised Linda. "But look at these two!" Holding the bottle by the neck, she put her arms around the other two, pecking each of them on the cheek.
The two arrivals wore matching silver short shorts and sheer crop tops that showed off impressively flat stomachs. Both seemed good with Danica's exuberance, although no way near her level of excitement. Although they both seemed somewhat hesitant like maybe they should not be there.
"These are my neighbours," Danica revealed to Linda. "Izabella and Alena. They know all about me!" They both smiled, still slightly embarrassed.
