Petey had washed off the day's grime in a quick shower and padded through the camper in a short blue terrycloth robe. Dinner was simple, grilled chicken breast from the night before, reheated in the compact microwave above the three-burner RV stove, and a small salad. A Sara and Teagan cd was softly playing and Petey raised a Zima to the song "Where Does The Good Go". It did not take long to eat her dinner and clean up the little kitchen. Once back in the bedroom, she opened a closet and pulled out an indigo blue water silk shirt and ivory brushed chinos. A pair of freshly shined calfskin ropers completed her outfit. A glance in the mirror to make sure all was right and Petey headed out the door. She broke the posted speed limit on the drive down to Lot 202 in the Mule. She had an invitation to extend and had no time to waste. Dory was outside by the fire ring when Petey pulled up. Dory's face was one of transparent loathing. Petey just smiled and sauntered over to the camper and knocked on the door. Rach opened the camper and smiled when she saw the tall blonde standing in the early dusk. She wiped her soapy hands off on a dish towel and stepped out of the camper. "Hey there, " Rachel greeted Petey warmly. “I wasn't sure if you knew it or not, but there is a party at the lodge and I wanted to extend an invitation to you both to join us in the first official soiree of the season" Petey asked hopefully. “What do you think, Dory? Are you up to shaking a leg?" Rachel called over to the sullen figure by the fire ring. Dory bit her tongue at the smart ass retort that she almost flung at Petey. At this point, antagonizing the situation between herself and Petey and Rachel did not seem to be in her best interest. Nor did it seem to be a good idea to sulk in the trailer while those two partied the night away. No. The best plan of action at this point was to go along for the ride and make it as bumpy as possible. "Sure. A party is just what I am up for!" Dory accepted the invitation, surprising both Petey and Rachel. "I'll wait while you two get ready,” Petey smiled. "We will arrive via Camper's Limo service. Behold the Mulemozime" she joked. Rachel broke all speed records for getting ready. She had changed clothes, brushed hair and teeth and sprayed cologne. It was definitely the Lesbian version of shit, shower and shave. It was with great impatience that she waited for Dory to finish getting ready. Not wanting to start a fight, Rachel stepped out of the camper and joined Pete by the UV. “Dory will be right out, she is griping about having to put makeup on with the munchkin mirror in the bathroom." Rachel laughed nervously. “It is one of the joys of camper ownership, all the comforts of home scaled down" Pete grinned all too knowingly. It was then that the door to the camper opened and Dory stepped out. Rachel did a double-take as Dory strutted toward them. She was dressed in low rider black leather jeans that fit like a second skin and a white silk buccaneer blouse that was tied at her mid-drift, which showed off the hours at the gym and her salon tanned six pack abs to a T. The outfit was completed by a pair of ‘Fuck Me’ spiked heeled, knee high, laced black leather boots shined to a mirror finish gloss. “Well girls,” Dory breathed sexily, “Ready to party?" she said as she hooked her arms between Petey and Rachel and urged them toward the UV. Click On the River to Continue To Chapter 18 © Labinky Park 2008 Labinky Enterprises 2008 |
Chapter 17
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