Lourdes of Loki part 17- Girls just wanna have fun

"Poseidon's married?" I asked and I could hear my father sigh all the way from Paris and to here.
"Yes, daughter. Your dear god of the sea is married and father to at least a thousand children. Womanizer it a too mild word for that Greek. He's even worse than Zeus, Tiger Woods and Bill Clinton taken together. So you better watch it, cupcake!"
"I don't plan to get pregnant."
"Yes, but the two of you have no future."
"Don't you think I know that? I'm just interested in a few trysts."
"Lourdes! He's Olympian!"
"Yes, I know that. I can take care of myself."
"Olympians have a way to make women pregnant."
"Yes. And I have a way to protect myself."

Another sigh from the capital of France. Loki was clearly in a foul mood. And I leaned back in the sofa, realizing that I needed to clean the flat before the return of Gaetania. I had let it become a disaster area of clutter and junk, and since I hadn't spent that much time at home it had become a breeding farm for dust worms as well. So to avoid being renamed into hurricane Katrina, I excused myself to dad and decided to start cleaning out the place immediately.

Besides, dad's words hurt. Not that I didn't know that Poseidon was not serious, but I hated to be reminded. I loved to live a bit in my dream world now and then. Besides I was a grown up woman who could take care of myself! I didn't need a father to point out the obvious.

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"Daaarling!"
"Gae!" I called from upstairs, blessed that I was finished and that the place was clean-clean! "How was your trip?"
"Well you know funerals!" I didn't. "And you know families!" That I did.
"Tell me all about it! Like if you have some cousins or something to introduce me to."
"What happened to that surfer? Polonius?"
"Poseidon. We're just friends."
"Friends? Beep – cliché warning Beep Beep Beep!"
"It's true!"
"Come on!"
"Well bed friends then. We're having fun together. Including sex. But that's about it."
"And you're content with that?"
"For the time being. But not forever of course. That's why I asked about your cousins."

"You don't want my cousins!"
"Why not?"
"They're geeks. Or they're too old. Or too young."
"What kind of geeks?"
"Lourdes, really!"
"Al right, I trust your judgment."
"So anything else happened while I was away?"

"Oh, let me see," I started to tick off my fingers. "Grace and Bert broke up. Linda is pregnant. Elaine and Jordan are back together again. Ezra and Valdo bought a house together and Candace bought out the bitch Fatima and does now own the hairdresser shop herself!"
"Oh, that's excellent news, I never could stand that Fatima. And Christa's sister really deserves something better than working with such a virago. What more!" Eagerly my friend snapped her fingers and I complied willingly.

"Bessinia got that role in the Vasco da Gama movie, Ethan crashed his Porsche and Jill and Blake has found funding for their movie Human Skin."
"Oh, they did! Never thought that would happen after their Egyptology flop."
"Well this is a completely different genre. Psy-Erotica, they call it."
"Psy-Erotica? You mean people making it out on the shrink sofa?"
"Haha! Honestly, I have like no clue. They are soooo secretive. And yeah, our friend Simon Miner was back for his new shot here yesterday, and he told he's got the leading role in Legacy. Going to play a top ace war pilot who quits and becomes a top ace lawyer instead."

"Oh, sounds fabulous. Top Gun meets John Grisham."
"Yeah, sort of. And according to Simon, they are still looking for the leading female role. They have turned down all kind of people already. Everyone from Julia Roberts to Jennifer Aniston. So Simon joked with the director, suggesting Rihanna. And apparently the woman is actually thinking it over."
"Rihanna in a lawyer movie? Now, where did I put my sal volatile? Any news on our 'friend' Latex?"
"I saw her down at Sunset yesterday when I had dinner with Poseidon. But luckily enough she didn't see me."
"Or perhaps she pretended to. After all what should she really mock you over, when you were out with such a hunk? Better pretend she didn't see you then. And she can go on pretending she gets lied more than you do."
"Well of course she does that, it's her job."
"Valid point!"

"You've eaten?"
"Only airplane food."
"Which means you're starving."
"Take my word for it."
"Well then I have a suggestion. We need to celebrate Candace's purchase. So I was thinking about inviting her and Christa over here tonight. And since you are probably sick of Italian now, we can have sushi from Iridescent Ishiro or something."
"Get this, Lou! One never tires of Italian. Then again, who says no to Iridescent Ishiro?"
"So shall I ask the girls? Then we can go out clubbing, and call it an all girls' night!"
"Yes, girls – they just wanna have fun!" Gaetania shouted and balled her fist in the air.

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Thus, one and a half hour later the sisters Christa and Candace stumbled through the door and we all screamed at each other and hugged and goofed about in general. Soon, the sisters wanted to know all and everything about Italy while Gaetania wanted to know all about the hairdresser shop deal. No one wanted to know anything about me, then again I guess they were all tired of Poseidon anyway.

About fifteen minutes the delivery boy from Iridescent Ishiro arrived, carrying boxes with sushi for all of us. And then we could get the party started. Gae had brought some wine from her estate, and even if someone might think it's wacko to have Italian bianco to Japanese sushi, it was delicious nevertheless. The Carleb sister had baked bread which they had brought with them, as well as strawberry ice cream for dessert. And on top of that the greatest company.

We gathered around the small sofa table with all our food and with all our exciting conversation topic ranging from men (the usual subject) to Cadace's new business status, to the upcoming presidential election and of course gossip exchange. Candace turned out to know a bit more about Jill and Blake's 'secret' project. Apparently it was a story somewhere between Fifty Shades of Gray, The Beauty and the Beast and Faust.
"...and this woman Jenna, she sells, not her soul but her body to the devil," Candace went on. "Although Jenna doesn't know he's the devil, she just thinks this big hot shot movie director who's gonna help her along in her career. And before she knows it, she's on a plane to a mystery island where this bloke has his castle and..."
"Don't spoil the goddamn plot, Caddie," Christa said and holding up her hand, stopping her sister. And Candace complied and broke another chunk of the bread.
"Well, it sounds like a promising movie after all. At least for us who like it a bit on the outré edge," she said while munching.

"What? Define exactly 'outré edge'!" Gaetania leaned forwards.
"You've seen any of the movie novelettes Vivek Tuchniac stars in?"
"Vivek the bitch?" Gaetania raised a brow. "I'd rather be roasted over open fire."
"That can be arranged," Candace grinned.    
"Now it's getting interesting," I replied and leaned my cheek in my fist. "Tell me, exactly how are you going to arrange such a thing?"
"A deal with the devil methinks," Candace smirked. "I think I can make myself a bargain!"

"You're incorrigible," her sister laughed. "So what are the plans for tonight?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Clubbing somewhere. Anyone have any excellent idea?"
"Actually, I do," Christa said and grabbed the last maki roll. "There's this new place where 'The Corner' used to be."
"The place that burned down?" her sister asked and Christa nodded affirmatively.
"What?" I asked since I had never heard about a place called 'The Corner'.   

"It was before your time," Christa told. "A place  called The Corner. Quite awful, lotsa goths hanging there and oddballs in studded leather and chains. Always bar fights and cops with cars with strobing lights. And then one night the place burned down. And as the talk went, the mob was behind it."

"Wicked," I made a face.
"People always blame the mob when they don't know," Gaetania said.
"Yes, or the aliens," Candace giggled.
"Yeah whatever," Christa shrugged. "The place burned down two years ago, and then there has been like nothing there for ages and ages. However this spring they started to build something, and as it turns out now, there's a place called Le Cirque opening up. Apparently it has circus theme – no no no wait, don't diss it yet, apparently it's awesome. Great music, bartenders who know their thing and most of all it's loaded with cute boys."
"You sold it to me," Candace said.
"I'm in too," I said. "I mean, what is there to loose. Save for one night in our lives."
"Circus doesn't sound all bad," Gaetania said, and so it was decided. We were going to Le Cirque. But first we finished our wine and gave our make up one final touch.

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Le Cirque didn't live up to Christa's promise of being filled with gorgeous hunks. But that was of lesser importance, we had come here to have fun and we sure had. The music was great, as Christa had promised as well, and we danced usselves sweaty and soary-feeted and then we hit the bar and got those kitschy but oh so yummy umbrella drinks, while the dance floor was cleared and some acrobats and jugglers took over, climbed upon each other like the other guy was a tree and not a man and the jugglers played with luminescent balls, knifes, liquor bottles and other items and then entered two fire eaters. And finally two of the acrobats came on again, a man and a woman and now they were redressed in glittery body stockings and nothing more and they performed a stage show which was very obviously inspired by the sex act.

"Oh, this was awesome!" I couldn't help saying when the acrobats were off and the place returned to normal club programming.
"Yes, and we were spared the clowns," Candace replied.
"Understandable, since this whole town is filled with clowns anyway," I replied. "So the only novelties would be the red noses."
"And taking in mind how much people really drink here, red noses shouldn't be as odd either," Christa added. "Some people really do look like Rudolph."
"Now, who cares," Gaetania said. "Let's dance again!"

Said and done, we slid off our bar chairs and were out on the floor before it got too crowded again, and began to spin around to the latest Lady Gaga and then that song with those Irish guys, Yedward (what a corny name) and then some lady singing in Japanese. And so on, all in all great and somewhat original music.

After a few songs, Christa grabbed me, she wanted to go to the ladies room, and I admitted that would be a good idea. I needed to fix my make up a bit. For instance. So we told the others were we were going and set off.

As usually in these places there were a crowd of girlies and lines for the booths. And all kind of chatter, someone crying as usual, busloads others occupying the mirrors trying to better their make-up, with various result. There were toilet paper on the floor, over filled trash bins and abandoned drinks and the air reeked of the foul smell of mixed perfume, pee, ganja and someone who had got sick in a booth. Making a face I met the eyes of Christa and then we waited our turn while the crying girl wailed on and the women by the mirrors were elbowing each other for better space.

After having taken care of the most necessary I did the Moses stunt to get a place by the mirror. Nothing complicated, some magick dad had taught me ages ago. Now, I don't often do these things, but sometimes they are necessary. And besides, that redhead had been standing there since we entered the ladies room and she didn't look any better than earlier. And the two Russians next to her needed to move their asses and their fake Dior bags. So I made them want to leave as if their asses were on fire and then I took the place, made myself wide and placed my bag so there became room enough for Christa when she was ready in her booth.

"How did you manage that?" she asked with a grin when she joined me, placing her make up bag next to mine and started working on her already light-years long lashes.
"A little trick I have acquired."
"Tell!"
"If you tell how one can get those long-long lashes."
"I was born this way," Christa grinned.
"And I was born with the ability of spooking away Russians."
"Reagan could have had use for you then."
"Too bad he's not around still, I bet he paid well."
"On the contrary, governmental jobs seldom do. Now, can I mayhap borrow some of that glitter pen of yours?"

"Well, well, well, isn't it missus Botox?" I heard a familiar voice behind me then, and I groined on the inside. Vivek the latex bitch. And sure, the emaciated lady was wearing that material again.
"You want to book a time?" I asked. "Please call our office on Monday then, we are off for the time being."
"I certainly don't need your shots," Latex replied.
"Then what are we talking about, really?" I asked. "Because we are not here for business, and it's certainly doesn't sound like pleasure."
"I'm just surprised that you found your way here," Latex snapped. "Or perhaps you're with the clowns? You two look like you could be at least."
"Is that because we don't wear fetish?" Christa shot back as she opened a power box.

Not unexpectedly I noted that heads had begun to turn our way, women listening in to our little exchange of venon. People were always so curious. Well, I decided to give them a show worth their money, being with the clowns or not. So I turned and met the looks of an extremely tall, blond woman while Vivek responded to Christa's attack. She would be my 'useful idiot' tonight, even though I doubted she really was an idiot, because then you don't dress as stylish as she did.
"I'm just a little bit hotter than the two of you together, I guess that's what's troubling you."
"No," I said. "I'm perfectly fine with being cool. And so is Christa. And that's why we don't wear skin tight plastic all over our skeletons. Because that would make us sweaty and smelly. And that is not an option for a lady. But I forgot, Vivek, you're not exactly a lady. Christa's sister has seen your movies, and she told us that you were anything but lady like in those."

"At least I am in the movies," Vivek said. "And this is Hollywood. And here we are in the movies."
"Honestly, I'd rather be a clown with a red nose than in your kind of movies, Vivek."  
"What kind of movies is she in?" the tall blond model woman asked, caught by my slight mental coercion.
"Pornos," Christa said with a Laconian end to it.
"I'm not!" Vivek said.
"Then what do you do?" Christa asked.
"It's Erotica. That's a canyon of a difference. But that's something I don't expect you to understand."
"No, we have never been taking classes in Newspeech." I shrugged it off.

"Are you really a porn model?" the blond woman repeated herself.
"Haha, what a looser," someone else standing behind her said.
"No I'm not," Vivek snarled. "As I just said..."
"Ya 've a fancy name for it, lass," a big, black woman now interjected. She looked like she weighted as much as ten Vivek and was dressed in a muumuu featuring all the colours there were and then some, big creoles dangling from her ears. "But let me tell ya, lass, there ain't no diff'renc what you call the trash. Porn is always porn and scum like you is it who destroy our children. I'm surprised you even dare showing yourself here where decent people are going out to have some fun."

"Now you listen, your fat nigga..." Vivek began, to a collective gasp. And I faced the colourful woman, suspecting she actually was going to give Vivek a punch in her nose. Because I'm not kidding you, there was coming steam from the woman's ears and nose. But then she just made a face and said:
"Go to church tomorrow, you poor child. Go to church and ask for Lord the God that he forgive you your sins and then give you a decent job. A job which pays you enough for buying food and your own clothes, so you don't have to wear that trash you're obviously pilfering from your work place."

Then the woman turned and steamed out the doors and the tall model started to laugh and then several more joined.
"This was better than the acrobats," one woman said. "Trust old mama Binouche to put on a show using just s stick of a girl and her own physical appearance."
"And to throw in the god of Israel as well," someone else said.

But Vivek had had enough, she stormed out of the ladies room like she suddenly realized how dreadful it really smelled in here.
"Well, she was right, that was fun," Christa said, turned back towards the mirror and uncapped a crimson lipstick.
"Suits me," I replied. "After all the girls just wanna have fun!"