MONDAY
Felicia got to her father's house around ten after twelve, and again, Leosha was waiting for her in the living room. Always the monumental bitch, Leosha wasn't going to let Felicia's tardiness pass without comment, "A bit late, aren't you baby doll?"
"I had to get things straightened out at daddy's work," Felicia said defensively, "I can't just take the day off without telling someone and givin' people something to do."
Leosha ignored her explanation as she always did, and instead shifted gears, "You always wear such drab attire, baby doll. I think we need to get you something more feminine to wear."
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothin'...I guess. If I wanted to tell the world I was a tight-assed bitch who didn't like men that pants suit would be my first choice."
Leosha drove them to a standard clothes boutique that most teenage girls frequented, and for the next couple of hours she had Felicia try on a number of different outfits. The one common thread that ran through Leosha's selections was that the clothes were all meant for a much younger woman, and one having less than high moral standards.
At the end of the 'young slut' fashion show, Leosha finally settled on a two piece outfit for Felicia consisting of a very short, red and black plaid skirt, the kind similar to those worn by Catholic schoolgirls, and a matching pink, tank top that exposed her midriff. To round off the outfit, Leosha got her a pair of ankle high, pink socks with lace ruffles along their tops, and a pair of red pumps.
Leosha stepped back and looked her over, saying, "You look cute in that."
"I look like a slut."
Leosha said laughingly, "That's the general idea, but there's still something wrong," Leosha continued to stare at her stepdaughter, then snapped her fingers, "Silly me...Lose the bra. That tank top is tight enough to keep you in place, besides you don't need one given your bust size...You ever think about gettin' implants? Nothing much, just enough to give you some cleavage...There's no better man-magnet than a girl with cleavage."
Felicia ignored Leosha's insulting cracks about her body, and reluctantly slipped off her bra. Almost immediately, her nipples hardened from contact with the tank top and made two noticeable indentations in the fabric.
Pleased with the result, Leosha commented, "Now you're a real baby doll, baby doll."
Leosha added insult to injury by having Felicia pay for the outfit herself.
Once they were back in her car, Leosha commented, "Watchin' you do all that dressin' and undressin' has certainly made me thirsty. Let's say we get a drink."
It was around three when they arrived at the Primal Nightclub. The Primal was an Atlanta meat-market favored by the twenty-something's, having a large dance floor, a couple of pool tables, loud music, and most importantly, inexpensive, watered-down drinks. Although it was still early in the day, the bar already had a healthy-sized crowd consisting mostly of students from the local college.
The interior wasn't well lit as the two women made their way to a table close to the dance floor. Even with the dim lighting, Felicia noted that a number of male heads turned to look at them. The young men stared as they walked to their table, and their eyes remained glued to the two women well after they had sat down. Already self-conscious because of her outfit, Felicia nearly turned around and walked out due to embarrassment, but Leosha's sharp talon held her arm fast on the table.
"Just stay seated and relax," Leosha said to her stepdaughter.
"All those boys are staring at me."
"Is that such a bad thing?"
"Yes," Felicia hissed, "I can only guess what they're thinkin' 'bout. It doesn't help that you have me dressed like some Babylonian whore. What if one of my friends sees me here dressed that this?"
"Oh baby doll, none of your friends would be caught dead in here at any time of day, so relax. Enjoy the lustful looks while you can, because when you get to be my age they come few and far between."
The two women continued to squabble, when a waiter finally came over to their table, "Welcome to Primals. Is there something I can get for you both?"
Leosha gushed at the waiter causing Felicia no end in embarrassment, "I can think of several things off the top of my head, most of them ending with breakfast in the mornin', but I think for now we'll have a couple of Long Island ice teas."
Felicia balked, "I told you I don't drink hard liquor."
Leosha laughed whimsically as if Felicia was showing her ignorance, "It's just iced tea, baby doll. Oh, there's a teeny bit of alcohol just to give it a kick, but it's nothing that your virgin lips can't handle."
Within minutes, Felicia was staring at the drink in front of her with a jaundiced eye. It appeared to be the right color for tea, and it didn't smell strongly of alcohol. She took a sip and was pleasantly surprised that it was smooth and refreshing. In fact, it was so smooth that Felicia finished it off in no time.
Leosha smiled at her, "See, very refreshing. Would you like another?"
Felicia just nodded, happy that for once Leosha wasn't lying to her. At least that's what she thought.