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Vee Bee by Jonette Stabbert Tony took one look at the blonde and went ga-ga.... "Ain'tcha gonna introduce me to your friend?" That's the way he was. He'd broken Carole's heart, dumped her without warning and cleaned out her savings account just before he left her, and here he was acting like she didn't hurt. Carole had expected it even before she took a woman with her to Tony's favorite bar. She knew what he was like. It was all about him. He was a hit-and-run lover with a trail of dumped women in his wake. They were all bimbos to him. His behavior was completely predictable. "Sure. Desiree, this is Tony. Tony, Desiree." Tony's eyes flicked from Desiree's face to her blouse. His shark smile homed in on her breasts so fast that Carole imagined he might actually strike and bite. "I'm outta here," she said, but they both ignored her. As she left the bar, she could see Desiree matching his moves, all killer smile and charm. "You're a bit of a class act for this joint," Tony said, marveling at Desiree's perfect hair and silk business suit, inhaling her expensive fragrance. "So whattaya do?" "Oh, I work as a secretary, but I'm an aspiring Vee Bee." She held out her glass for a refill. Lady or not, she could drink like a sailor. Three Tequila Sunrises so far and not even tipsy. The only sign that it was getting to her was the mispronunciation of "V.P." This was an expensive seduction, but she looked like she'd be worth it. She was something else to look at, probably good in the sack, and most likely had quite a bit in the bank, judging from the expensive threads. Two drinks later, they left the bar and were soon cuddled on the couch in his digs. Tony couldn't wait to run his hands over her lush body, but he knew that women liked to be sweet-talked first. He dug out a winning line. "Baby, baby, baby," he crooned. "You're the girl of my dreams." Desiree laughed. "You mean I'm the girl of your nightmares." "No, don't be modest. You're a beautiful woman, and sexy and classy and smart…jeesus, what were you doin' with that stoopid bimbo Carole?" "Tony, Tony, Tony," she said, shaking her head, causing the blonde waves to whip back and forth. "You're the one who's ‘stoopid', not Carole." The alcohol had made him slow. When he realized what Desiree had said, he looked up in surprise, but she was busy reaching into her purse. "Whattaya mean?" "Don't you know that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" His last thought, before she blew him away, was that her hands looked too delicate to hold such a big ugly gun. * * * Back at Carole's apartment, the two women hugged and ‘Desiree' popped the cork on the champagne bottle. Gone were the colored contact lenses, the blonde wig, the makeup and clothing disguise. No one would recognize her as she really was, Carole's skinny red-haired, freckle-faced cousin Brenda. "Now for a real drink to celebrate," she said. "His death sobered me up right away." "To the beginning of a successful enterprise," Carole said, clicking glasses. They drank. "Yes, to us, charter members of the Vee Bees. I already know who will join next." She paused to pour more champagne. "My friend Angie. Her husband divorced her because he said she was too fat. She'd always been that size, but he picked on her all the time. Right after the divorce, he went and married an even bigger girl. He's probably making her miserable now." "I've got a couple of women in mind, too," Carole said. "Here's to the Vigilante Bimbos," she said, smiling, and they clicked glasses again. THE END Jonette Stabbert © 2007 |
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