*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
Just a quick, unhappy little tale.
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Marla Tooms pasted a smile to her face as she rang the doorbell for the ninth condominium she'd approached on this Saturday. Her cheerleading coach, Mrs. Edmonston,, her mother's cousin had suggested Marla visit her neighborhood; there were the well-maintained condominiums in the Lambert Condominium Association, and just behind the condos were several upper middle class homes.
"And it's far enough away from Kimble; less chance you'll hit any of the houses the other cheerleaders have already hit," Mrs. Edmonston said.
No, no other Kimble cheerleaders have been to the condos, but the Northside High School band members had already sold raffle tickets. And the St. Thomas Aquinas Glee Club had sold gourmet popcorn. And the Flowers Education & Rehabilitation Institute, the school most people called the 'retard' school had sold keychains in the area.
Eight doors, seven polite and one very irate refusals. Marla pressed the button and heard the melodious chimes ring out at door number nine.
Marla knew she looked cute, even sexy in her Kimble Academy cheerleader's uniform. Having her thigh length blonde hair in two ponytails tied with blue and gold ribbons added to the overall cuteness. But, the fact that her 32C breasts were unfettered, nipples poking against the light material of her uniform's blouse really ramped up the total package.
"Hey there," a man leered, eyes firmly on Marla's breasts.
"Hi sir," Marla chirped. "My name is Marla Tooms and I'm a cheerleader for Kimble Academy, go Mustangs! We're selling candy bars to raise money for a trip to Washington D.C. for the cheerleading competition."
"How much?" the man smirked, now ogling Marla's sleek, tanned legs in her very short pleated skirt.
"They're three dollars apiece; made from the very finest milk chocolate..." Marla said brightly.
"Yeah, what the hell; give me two of them, huh?" the man agreed, fishing out a five and a one dollar bill.
"Thank you very much, sir," Marla chirped, thrusting her chest forward as she handed him two of the candy bars.
"Two. It's a start," Marla congratulated herself as she proceeded to the next door.
While Marla approached the tenth door, inside of the condominium, Petal Johnson reclined nude on her leather couch. Thankfully, the spring day was only slightly warm, not broiling hot; her AC unit had quit working during the night. She had her windows open and her ceiling fans whirring at high speed.
Waking up in a stuffy condominium had been an unpleasant way to wake up, but again, Petal reminded herself, it could have been worse, much, much worse.
Brian Arnaud of Arnaud Heating & A/C told her they couldn't send anyone out until Tuesday. Robert Richardson of Professional Heating & A/C said it would be Thursday, possibly Friday before he could send anyone out.
Lazily, Petal picked up her tall glass and gave a satisfying suck to the thick straw. Thankfully, it was just the A/C that was out; the electricity was still on. Her freezer was keeping the half-gallon of Nulough's Peppermint vodka well chilled and her gallon tub of Burns & Burns Grocers Mocha Chocolate ice cream frozen hard.
Over two scoops of the rich chocolate ice cream, Petal had eyeballed the measurements as she poured a good amount of Nulough's Peppermint vodka, some Mark's Peppermint Liqueur and some Mark's Chocolate Liqueur into the tall glass.
Rolling slightly, Petal put the empty glass onto the carpeted floor and wondered if she should get her bong out, smoke a few bowls of the killer bud she'd brought back from Benhurst, Colorado.
"Yeah, use up the wine," Petal said, rolling fully now and getting to her feet.
"Hmm? Who..." Petal asked when the doorbell chimed.
Peering through the open window, Petal saw an adorable blonde cheerleader standing on her door stoop. She almost answered the door, totally nude, but stopped herself.
"Hold up; be there in a minute," Petal called out and grabbed her loose tee shirt.
"Hi!" she said brightly, pulling the ponytail from the rear of her tee shirt.
"Hello ma'am, my name is Marla Tooms and I'm a cheerleader for Kimble Academy, go Mustangs!" Marla launched into her sales pitch.
"Chocolate? How much?" Petal asked, looking at Marla's hard nipples and sleek, tanned legs in her cheerleader's uniform.
"They're made from the finest milk chocolate and we're selling them for three dollars apiece," Marla said brightly.
"Yeah, come on in; let me grab my purse," Petal invited. "Sorry it's kind of warm in here; AC's out. Believe that? But, thank God it's not July or August, huh? Would be burning up in here, right?"
"I uh, we, we're not supposed to go into anyone's houses," Marla said, stepping just inside the condominium.
"Hmm?" Petal asked from the kitchen. "Oh, okay, three bucks apiece? I got a twenty."
"So, you're taking how many?" Marla asked.
"Twenty...at three apiece...give me six of them," Petal agreed. "Want a drink?"
"We, I, we're not supposed to..." Marla said, handing Petal the six candy bars and two dollars in change.
"Yeah? I won't tell anyone if you don't," Petal giggled, getting a tall glass down from the cabinet.
When the woman lifted herself onto her tiptoes, Marla watched the hem of the woman's tee shirt rise up, revealing her nude buttocks. The woman's buttocks were two round globes of lightly tanned flesh with a deep furrow separating them. The woman's legs were sleek, muscular as she stretched.
"Don't know why I put them glasses all the way up there; I use them just about every day," Petal admitted. "You like mint chocolate chip ice cream? It's like my absolute all-time favorite. So, what I do is..."
Marla watched the friendly, enthusiastic woman drop two scoops of chocolate ice cream into the glass. The woman then poured some Nulough's Peppermint flavored vodka into the glass. Marla watched the attractive blonde woman add some Mark's Peppermint liqueur and some Mark's Chocolate Liqueur to the glass. The hostess's final act was to thrust a long spoon and a long straw into the glass.
"Here you go," Petal said cheerfully. "I, did I bring...hang on let me get my glass; left it in the living room. Go ahead, sit down, no wait, here, in here, the living room's got the fan going."
Marla sat on the leather couch and gave a suck on the straw. The alcohol filled her mouth, then burned her throat as she swallowed.
Marla didn't taste the drink so much as she experienced the drink. Yes, there was a minty aftertaste, a chocolatey aftertaste, but it was the burning sensation that Marla felt as the alcohol coursed down her throat into her tummy.
When Marla was a little girl, she knew she was a beautiful girl. All of Mommy's 'friends' said so. They would give Marla candy and trinkets because she was such a beautiful little girl.
When she got a little older, these friends of Mommy's would pull Marla to sit on their laps and they'd let Marla have a taste of their beer or their wine. They would laugh uproarisly as Marla's beautiful little face would scrunch up in disgust and Marla's little frame would shudder as she swallowed the vile liquid.
