It is late evening when a slender, manicured finger presses the button next to the intercom. A voice comes over and says, "Yes?"
The young woman at the front door of the apartment complex leans forward, hands on her bare knees and with her plump pink lips says, "it's me."
"Come on up!" responds the girl on the other end.
The visitor downstairs enters the building and walks to the elevator, her hips swaying back and forth under her tiny denim mini skirt. Inside the elevator, two older business men are unable to take their eyes off of her as her finger nails rake through her hair and her finger tips adjust her bright lip gloss. Her make-up is perfectly applied and blends well with her light brown Filipina skin and dark hair which is tied up in a bun with a few curly strands hanging by the side of her eye. She presses the button marked '12.' The businessmen lean over and try to sneak a peek down the front of her blouse, a low cut black top that shows off her collar bone and the ample cleavage she has pushed up with her bra. She walks out of the elevator, the heels of her black felt boots with the fur rim at the top clacking against the hard ground. The businessmen behind her in the elevator try to stretch their necks to continue staring as the doors close and the beautiful girl disappears around the corner.
Inside the apartment marked '12A'...
A young, recently married couple are frantically getting dressed. The husband, a plain looking white fellow, is still wearing only an ill-fitting t-shirt and old jeans while the wife, another gorgeous Filipina with long dark hair, dark brown skin, and naturally dark lips, has dressed into a white button down blouse, a pair of black slacks that show off her great hips and ass and flare around her ankles above black sandals with stiletto heels. She paces around the apartment impatiently.
"Are you not ready yet?" she yells in an annoyed voice.
"Not yet, honey," her husband calls out in response.
"Ugh, God..." she says as she scratches between her eye brows while shaking her head and rolling her eyes, "Can you please get a move on? She's going to be here any minute, god damn it!"
Her husband walks out of their bedroom with more formal attire, though still disheveled. "Sorry, honey..." he says. He sits down at the couch and puts his shoes on. She sneers at him while pacing then inhales deeply and sighs.
Just as he finishes getting dressed, a knock comes on the door. The wife's eyes light up brightly as she grins and walks over to the door. Her husband smiles as he hasn't seen her this happy in a long time.
She opens the door to reveal the sexy visitor on the other side.
"Rochelle!" the wife screams.
"Ashley!" Rochelle screams in turn.
The girls embrace and wrap their arms tight around one another. Rochelle's finger nails instantly graze up Ashley's back and a small shudder goes through her skin.
Ignoring the scratches, Ashley turns around and, arm in arm, walks over to her husband and introduces them. "This is Rochelle," she says to him, staring at Rochelle out of the corner of her eyes, never letting the girl leave her sight. "Rochelle, this is my husband."
Rochelle gives a polite smile and wags her fingers at him.
"Hi," she says.
Ashley's husband starts to ask about Rochelle's trip when he is cut off by his wife who asks her in a giddy voice how her flight was.
Rochelle says, "Oh it was fine. Took a long time but I had a few drinks on board and it helped the time go by. Spent a lot of time thinking about you!" She glances over at Ashley's husband and corrects herself, "You both, that is. Thinking about seeing you both."
Ashley smiles and says, "Well same here!" She turns to her husband. "Hey, why don't you go get Rochelle and I a drink? Have one yourself if you want. We have quite a bit of catching up to do." She turns to Rochelle and gives a sweet smile and Rochelle returns in kind.
The girls take their stiff drinks to the couch where they sit down, taking up all of the room as they lean towards one another and their legs sit behind them on the cushions. Ashley's husband takes a seat in a nearby chair and sips from his own drink.
The girls talk for a long time about how their lives have been. Rochelle explains the series of relationships she's been through and Ashley describes the Hawaiian honeymoon she had several weeks before.
"Oh wow, I have really missed talking to you," Ashley says. Her friend places her hand on Ashley's shoulder and smiles.
"Reminds you of all those nights I came home pretty drunk from the clubs, huh?" Rochelle asks with a grin.
Ashley laughs and turns to her husband and says, "We would stay up all night together like this." her eyes wander back to Rochelle's. Her eyes do not stay long at Rochelle's eyes and absent mindedly drift downward, over Rochelle's exposed flesh, including her midriff.
"Well, I'm going to get some more to drink. Ladies?" Ashley's husband says.
The girls shake their head and he leaves the room.
"Cute piercing you got there," Ashley says as she runs her fingernail around Rochelle's belly button ring.
"You like? Had it done a few months ago. I like it," Rochelle says as her hand pulls her blouse up a bit to show more of her stomach, her fingers grazing Ashley's. Ashley's cheeks go a shade pinker.
Ashley's finger jerks away as her husband comes back in. Her husband sits down and turns the television on, drinking and occasionally glancing at the girls who continuously scoot closer together. They trade smiles and rest their heads together. The three watch television for a while longer until Ashley's husband stretches as he sits up.
"Geez, it's getting late huh? Why don't you stay here the night, Rochelle? Ashley can take you out to lunch tomorrow," he says.
