High Heels

"Great. This dipshit on Matchmaker just spent 2,000 clams to hold hands with that bimbo hairdresser from Springfield," growls Randi.

"I work with her. I can't believe they invited her and not me," Randi scowls.

"Have they seen you?"

"No."

"Well, fuck, you could bring in three times what she's getting right now."

"Thanks!"

"You watch that show, too?" Maelie asks Randi.

"Genna turned it on. She's obsessed with it. I think she wants to be a Matchgirl," said Randi. A "Matchgirl" would be one of the local lovelies agreeing to date rich tourists for the show.

"She'd be a hot one!" Maelie giggles, "So would you, hon..."

"Maybe I'll try it," smiles Randi, "I think the show has too many rules... I mean... you can't even kiss on the first date."

"Unless you spend about 15,000 clams! I wonder how much of a donation a squeeze of those tits of yours would get," ponders Maelie. Read more »

Finally, the mocha-toned Giguess Maelie arrived for the shoot, with her a few more of the Purple Pelican's latest sexy nightwear... as we will see, almost none of what she brought was donned...

To be continued?

Deximo finally advised Gigi that he couldn't shoot her in that outfit because it barely covered anything. Having gotten to know the girl a little better, I wasn't surprised by her answer.

"So what?"

"Are you okay, Mister Professional Photographer?"

Deximo muttered something about having a sudden attack of nausea. Something he ate.

"Uh huh. But you didn't quite get that spot out of your crotch. Almost, but not quite," she giggled infectuously.

"Shut up. You're killing me."

They both shared a private laugh together, then it was back to business. Once again Deximo was dumbstruck by yet another racy outfit Gigi decided to squeeze herself into.

"Well, I don't know why you're keeping it a big secret, Jozzy. You must know who does that kind of stuff around here."

I said nothing. Pretending not to hear.

"Maybe someone will see me in your silly little not-really-porn-but-basically-porn magazine and offer me som..."

She interupted herself with a squeal of delight.

"Found it! Perfect. Tell Deziro that I have one more set to do!"

I stopped pretending not to hear, and shouted, "Um... by the way... it's DEXIMO..."

"Whatever."