Undiscovered Gem of Hot Child in the City

I wrote this to be a part of Hot Child in the City, but I doubt it will make it into the actual book. So, here it is; in all its glory.


"Josh."of dew

Oh no. Sandbagged by the bitch. Josh stands where he is for a moment, thinking that maybe if he ignores her, she'll go away. Vain hope.

"Josh."

He turns. There is Rene Vilas, current squeeze of the big apple. Today she is wearing a red dress, perhaps in honor of Valentines Day, and black high-heeled pumps, probably in honor of her fine legs. Josh briefly imagines those fine legs wrapped around him, those high heels crossed at the small of his back and pointing like clock hands, then sees the cardboard box she's holding in her arms.

She stands there, tapping her foot, letting him have his look.

"Over here, Josh. On the double."

Before he can reply, she turns with a sexy little flirt of the skirt and starts off toward the back room.

Sighing,  Josh drops his unopened pack of cigarettes on his desk and follows her.

Rene has all by herself pushed together three wooden tables and covered them with a white cloth. In the corner stands a brilliant display of dew-painted roses in a hurricane vase. Beside it is a tall, narrow candle. Beneath a beam decorated with red and white crepe and cardboard hearts, is a stepladder. Seeing it, Josh feels a moment of possessive jealousy. Rene Vilas has been in the closet behind his station. Trespassing bitch! If she stole any of his weed, by God--

Rene sets her box down on the table with an audible grunt, then straightens up. She brushes a lock of silky blonde hair off one flushed cheek.

"Oi thought you'd never come, me foine friend." Rene says.

"Well, I'm here," Josh says sullenly. "Looks like you're doing fine without me." He pauses, then adds: "Foin." He walks forward and peers into the box, which, like the other one by the table, is stamped PROPERTY OF BEN BLISTER. Inside the box is a small spotlight with an electrical cord wrapped around it, and a circular pink gel that is meant to turn the light the color of candy canes and sugar strawberries.

"What's this shit?" Josh asks.

Rene gives him a brilliant, dangerous smile. Even to a relatively dull fellow like Josh, the message of that smile is clear: you're on the edge of the gator pool, buddy; how many more steps do you want to take?

"Light," she says. "L-I-G-H-T. Hang up there, on that hook. H-O-O-K."

"Well--" Josh is looking up, studying the beam with its intertwined fluffs of red and white crepe. "I don't see no hook, Miz Vilas."

"Jesus Christ." she says, and mounts the stepladder. "Here. Are you blind?"

Josh, most definitely not blind, has rarely been so grateful for his sighted state. From his position below her, he's got a clear view of her thighs, the red laced front of her panties, and the twin curves of her buttocks, now nicely tensed as she stands on the fifth step of the ladder.

She looks down at him, sees the stunned look on his face, notes the direction of his sight line. Her expression softened a bit. As her dear mother so wisely observed, some men are just fools for a flash of panties.

"Josh. Earth to Josh."

"Uh?" He looks up at her, mouth agape.

"There is no hook of any kind on my underwear, I'm sure of that as of few things in life. But if you'll direct your gaze upward... to my hand instead of my ass..."

He looks up, face still dazed, and sees one red-tipped nail tapping a hook that just gleams out of the crepe.

"Hook," she says. "Attach gel to light, attach light to hook. Light becomes warm pink spotlight. You get-um message?"

"Uh... Yeah..."

"Then will you please get it up?"

She comes down the ladder, deciding Josh has gotten the biggest free show he can reasonably expect for one lousy chore. And Josh, who has already achieved one erection, pulls Ben's pink pinspot out of its box and prepares to achieve another. As he mounts the ladder, his crotch rises past Rene's face. She notes the bulge there and gnaws the inside of one cheek to suppress a smile. Men are fools, all right.