Book Club
By Saddle Rider
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Note: This story takes place not long after the events in "Kayley Goes Shopping."
"Trina?"
When she saw Wendi blink rapidly, as though her brain was having difficulty processing what was in front of her, Trina mirrored it back with a general air of, 'What the fuck is this look about?' before actually asking the question in exactly that way.
Wendi processed it, looking Trina up and down completely before answering. "You look...different is all."
Trina decided to take half a step back and spread her arms out quickly before slapping her palms to her thighs. "Different how?" She watched Wendi blank and open her mouth only to have nothing come out right away because, even with what was, in her mind, an obvious assertion, it wasn't the easiest thing to articulate. She was always put together. She always dressed fashionably and now was no different, but there was something more...fun to it, and trashy without being obvious about it. White heels and slacks with a slim black belt and a polished silver buckle was all about being serious.
Above was a black crop top under a white jacket with a black choker with a silver and gold pendant bringing the eye to her cleavage and putting before them fact that she was conspicuously not wearing a bra. Her makeup was similar to what she usually wore, but...just a little more attention seeking and striking now. "You look like you could go to a business meeting or a business meeting with your sugar daddy."
"Wouldn't both of those be business meetings?" Her words were cool and matter-of- fact, so much so that Wendi considered shrinking backwards a touch, then Trina threw her head back in laughter and touched her shoulder. "Relax, it's fine. I just...decided to loosen up a little bit more. She then seemed worried. "You hate it."
"No...no, not at all. Like I said, it's just different. You just used to be a little more formal, at least in public and...it's just different. What happened?"
"Just woke up one morning and decided I'd try a new style of...me. I admit I'm still getting used to it, but enough about that. Come on in, I was just about to text you." Trina glanced back as they walked into the living room. "You're still looking good too though."
Wendi was proud of that. She knew what she had going for her. Other people would call them blessings or gifts, but she knew that what she had came as a result of the effort that she put into it. Genetics gifted her with good looks, but no one would have truly noticed them if she hadn't worked to emphasize them. Her long, midnight hair flowed to the middle of her back. She could spend hours getting those soft curls on the ends just so and making sure the black shimmered in the light. Her eyes were brown with gold flecks that looked almost amber in the right light and she'd heard more than once that they looked black when she was pissed enough.
People complimented her on how lovely she looked with so little makeup, most not knowing how much makeup and effort went into nailing looking like you wore little to none of it. She knew how to enhance what she had and use that to open the doors that her intellect would not.
She cultivated that as well. She was in the top three of her law school class, determined to be on top when it was time for her degree next year, and Wendi wasn't one to be smart in just the area she chose as her career path. She knew a fair bit about a lot and liked each of the more than a few times she'd been underestimated and then put the guilty party in their place. They had looked at the pretty girl and learned that her name was Wendi with an 'i' and made all sorts of assumptions that worked to her advantage.
Wendi crafted her body, too. How she came into the world lent her body to a more hourglass figure and full breasts only slightly larger than what she thought would have been proportional, but at least she didn't look like a comic book character. But she ran, swam, climbed and lifted weights. The result was a tight and firm form that she was plenty satisfied with when she looked in the mirror. She was smart, hot, in good shape, never sold herself short with other people or knuckled under just because 'girls are supposed to be nice.'
Wendi stepped in, her eyes scanning the new modern, yet comfortable condo. "I really do love this place. Your mom and dad still covering it?"
Trina nodded, "Keep my grades up and the check is still blank."
"Nice."
"I'm a little pissed that you haven't come to see it before now."
"Busy. Lot's of family stuff. Long story short, stepmom putting the 'evil' in 'evil stepmom' because she can. I'm more sad that I've missed at least three of your legendary parties by now."
Trina gave it some thought, "Yeah, three. You're always invited, you know."
"I know, and next time, I swear. I'm just not quite in the mood for the sensory overload right now. A book club sounded fun, though. It was an easy read, it's a chance to meet some new people, and we can chill and catch up this way way better than at one of your blowouts."
"Mmmmm....nah," Trina agreed. "My usual parties aren't known for their intimacy."
"Occasional fucking in the spare rooms or blowjobs in the closets notwithstanding," Wendi teased.
"Like that happens all the time or something. Good music, good food, good drink and happy, attractive people leads to things sometimes. As long as they fuck on the floor with a couple of pillows like reasonably civilized people and not icking my beds, who cares?"
"You're so very pragmatic."
"I know it."
"A little party like this sounds really nice.."
"That's what I'm hoping."
"How many more people are we waiting for?"
"A couple. Want a glass of wine?"
"I'll wait a few minutes for them to get here." Wendi knew who would be there and she knew who she didn't know of the group that got invitations. "So, what are 'Carey' and 'Lynne' like, and what gets them an invitation to a high-class party like yours?"
"This is a book club, not a campus blowout. Anyway, Lynne's pretty and bubbly without making you wonder if she gets high just to be that bubbly. It was my turn to do a walking tour and there she was. That turned into an all-day visit, and we got along. I thought she might be a nice addition to the parties later on. One pretty, bubbly girl gets you half a dozen guys."
Wendi knew the truth of that well enough having spent summers tending bar. A bar that drew in girls was a healthy bar, and hot girls were the key to a successful party. But she looked curiously at Trina when her voice just sort of dropped away. "What about the other one? Carey?"
Now Trina looked uncharacteristically sheepish, grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter to a to the one that, no doubt, was already being worked on in the living room. "Yeah...I sorta hit her with my car."
Wendi lit up at the very idea because it was so unlike her and leaned her hip against the island. "You what?"
Her embarrassment grew, showing via the sudden shading of red "It was just a little...tunk. It really wasn't anything. Neither of us even really felt it. I was pulling into the lot and there wasn't anything there, swear to God. I checked my phone and...tunk...there was her bumper. Christ, a little tap and an eight-inch crack in a bumper and it's eighteen hundred bucks. What the hell is up with that?"
Getting the embarrassing bit out, she now sort of shrugged it off, it not being as bad as it sounded at the end of the day, even if she was completely at fault.
"Her car or yours?"
"Oh, hers. Mine just got the paint scuffed. I never even bothered to have mine fixed. She was understandably freaked out for about ten minutes, then was pretty calm about it. She just wanted to get it taken care of. Took a few phone calls and texts back and forth, and you know how it goes on the phone. There's an awkward pause here and there where you kinda think you should hang up, but the call barely started, so it seems rude. You end up filling time with idle nonsense. Everything about her screams bookish, so I ended up mentioning that I had a book club, and was thinking about restarting it. I asked if she wanted to come hang out and she said, 'Sure.'
