California Madness, Pt. 1
California Madness
A short story in multiple parts.
NOTE: All characters copyright James M. Hardiman. Natasha, Lori, Onyx, Jim, Desiree, Valencia, Skunkworks Anthropomorphic Modeling Agency and all related stories are also copyright James M. Hardiman and are used with permission from the SAMA website: www.skunked.com
Part I: Arrival
Southern Californians have a different sense of what beautiful weather is than most of the rest of the country. Most residents feel at ease and comfortable in the 95+ degree weather and dry breeze than in any type of cold or humidity. As one person on the plane put it "I'd rather have my shoes melt to the pavement than, like, have to put on a jacket, ya know?"
Clearly Jim did not agree. As he stepped out of the plane and onto the tarmac at Long Beach International Airport, he felt the blast of the midsummer heat run through his quills and winced. As he reflected on this discomfort, a familiar sound from behind him made him wince even more.
"YOU BITCH, GET BACK HERE!" cried Lori, as she chased Onyx down the stairs leading from the plane.
It took a second for Jim to realize what exactly was wrong, but as he realized, he too started barking orders at Onyx. "Onyx, give Lori her top back this instant! Can't you see we're in public?!?!" Onyx hastily complied, but not before Valencia saw the commotion coming down the stairs with Natasha and Desiree in tow.
Valencia, being the sexy, yet imposing, figure that she was, needed only to cross her arms and fix Onyx with a withering stare to show her daughter that she wasn't happy. Onyx lowered her eyes as Lori put her halter-top back on, taking her time in doing so and relishing in the young college boys ogling her as they debarked. Some of the groups even started cheering the girls, giving one final round of approval for the free show that they had gotten on the 5-hour flight from Florida.
Noticing the approval of the spectators, Valencia glared at each of her daughters in turn. "I cannot believe half of the things that went on during that plane ride. You girls clearly have a lot of growing up to do."
"But mom," said Natasha matter-of-factly, "you said that when you were our age, you used to get guys into the ‘mile high club' all the time. We just thought we'd do the same for our generation, you know?"
Valencia blushed and let a brief smile flit across her face. Just like their mom, she thought. She quickly snapped out of her reverie as she realized Jim and Des were glancing her way, and quickly went back to scolding. "That may be, but you girls are representing Skunkworks here in Los Angeles. We need you on your best behavior while we explore the offers that were made to us out here. Sucking off a bunch of horny college students on a plane without being discreet about it is certainly not a step in the right direction!"
"Yes mom..." the three skunks sighed in unison as the shuffled off to the baggage claim.
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They wasted little time in renting two compact cars from the rental company and sped off down the 405 south into Orange County. Their reservations were for a fancy hotel in Huntington Beach that was beachfront and spectacularly appointed. "Remind me, again, why we decided on such a pricey place to stay?" asked Jim as he shouldered one heavy bag after the other in the hotel parking lot.
"It's simple, really," replied Val, walking in with her own light and stylish rolling luggage. "We have business meetings with Playboy in Hollywood, Hustler out in Riverside, and Vivid in the Inland Empire. Huntington Beach is central to all three. And besides," she winked over her shoulder at the struggling porcupine, "who says we can't mix business and pleasure while we're in LA? The beach backdrop should provide a nice background for some shots tomorrow once the photo crew arrives."
They checked into their rooms after only a brief holdup in the lobby. It seemed that the chipmunk fur behind the counter recognized the skunkworks sisters, and had slobbered all over his desk as the girls began flirting with him, showing cleavage (both top and bottom) and leaning over the counter top to whisper things in his ear. His manager, a flustered (and decidedly flamy) hare, had come over and threatened to sue for harassment, and the girls had grudgingly left, giving sly winks over their shoulders at the still dumbstruck and randy fur.
"He was nice. I hope he didn't lose his job over us, though," sighed Onyx as she slid the key to their suite and walked in. Jim put his stuff down in the room he was sharing with Des and Val, then walked back over to the girl's room and peeped his head in the door. Seeing that they were already putting on skimpy bathing suits and rubbing each other (sensually, of course) with tanning lotion, he sighed and decided to break the news to them before things went much further.
"Girls, listen up. It's 10 am right now. Val and I have a meeting at the Playboy Mansion in Bel Air, and won't be back until late tonight if what they say about LA traffic is at all true. We're leaving you with Des for the day, and since she has a headache from the flight, I wouldn't expect to go ANYWHERE today. You three heathens are not to go ANYWHERE unless Des goes with you, and if she wants to stay put in her room all day, that's where you'll stay. Do I make myself clear?"
The thought of missing out on checking out all of the real-life playboy bunnies was bad enough. Being confined to a hotel room on a bright, sunny, and warm day in the middle of summer proved to be too much. All three sisters began speaking at once, each using her own method of persuasion to change Jim's mind. Natasha tried the innocent approach, promising to be good. Onyx begged and pleaded, weeping real tears. Lori began admonishing colorful threats and curses, and assumed a menacing pose. Jim, however, refused to hear any of it.
"There is nothing you can do to change my mind. And there is certainly no way that I would take you to see the playboy bunnies. Somehow I think that would be a recipe for a lawsuit if we put you in a fantasy house full of hot girls and little supervision." Sticking his nose in the air, he turned and called over his shoulder, "And don't get any ideas with causing mischief around here. One phone call from a bothered guest here will have us thrown out and spending the rest of the trip in a sleazy, cum-stained room at the Motel 6 down the street. Got it?"
"Yes, Jim" the girls replied sullenly, though they each looked fit to cry over the ultimatum leveled at them. Pausing on his way out the door, Jim felt a sudden soft spot for the girls. Maybe I am being a little harsh. We are on vacation, after all.
"Okay, look, here's the new plan. You can go outside and sunbathe on the patio if you want, and the room has its own Jacuzzi at your disposal. You girls certainly know how to entertain yourselves, so as long as the noise complaint isn't too loud, I won't mind you girls getting a little wild. Just stay here. Okay?"
Slightly happier but still depressed, the girls all nodded and sniffed a little. Oh well, I tried, reasoned Jim as he walked out the door and joined Val in the hallway.
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The girls waited and listened to the receding footsteps down the hallway, staying where they were in complete silence. After they observed the rental car go down the street a ways, Lori turned to her sisters, the familiar gleam of mischief in her eyes once more. "So, how do you propose we do it?" she asked of her sisters.
Onyx stretched out on the bed, yawned, and replied, "Its not like we're new to this... We take our clothes off, then start feeling each other up..."
"No, no, NO! I mean how do you propose we get Des out of our hair so that we can head out on our own? Do you really think I plan on spending the day cooped up in here? Have you not realized the fact that we are within walking distance of a beach full of oiled, tanned, and beautiful people in the skimpiest clothing legal to be worn in public? I say if we have free reign to have some ‘fun' in here, let's get a couple of good looking guys and girls to share it with!"
"Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" exclaimed Onyx, dashing to the balcony, she flung it open and ran onto the balcony, pointing at the distant beach-goers she observed. "I want to meet him, and her, and oooh isn't that squirrel rollerblading by just gorgeous?"
Reining her eager sister in, Natasha brought the room back to order. "I know, Onyx, I know. But first, we have to get Des out of the way so we can come and go as we please for the day. How do you propose we accomplish that?"
Lori reached into one of her suitcases, pulled out a plastic bag, and said, "Follow my lead, I know exactly what to do!"
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Desiree was already tired, stressed, and had a headache that threatened to split her skull down the middle of her multi-colored Mohawk. Between getting the girls out of bed at 5am (Eastern time, mind you), getting to the airport, going through security, spending five hours on a plane, keeping Val's daughters in check, barring the way of randy passengers trying to get at the girls, and dealing with Jim's bitching the entire ride, she had been a nervous wreck all morning. Worst of all, according to the local time, she had only woken up 5 hours ago, and was still in for a long summer day.
She lay on the soft hotel bed, her chameleon frame curling naturally around one pillow that she held to her chest, and she wnated only to pass out and feel better later. Her polychromatic skin showed a dark grey under her black lace underwear, with patches of blue denoting her fatigue and stress.
She heard the door open and the patter of paws tiptoeing in. The grey skin flashed a shade or two darker and her brow creased as she threatened the girls. "Save the sneaking, I know you're here. Go back to your room and remain quiet, or so help me God I will...."
"Des, we only wanted to say we're sorry and try and put you more at ease," interrupted Natasha, speaking for all of them at once. "We feel really bad for making you angry, so we made you some tea to help you calm down. It's caffeine free, so you'll go right to sleep."
Looking up suspiciously, Des eyed the three standing next to her, then peered at the paper cup in their hands. "Where in the hell did you get Starbucks? You were told not to go anywhere!"
"There's a little shop selling coffee and tea in the lobby. We only went downstairs and back up, and didn't cause any trouble," countered Onyx, displaying a picture of innocence. She added as an afterthought, "We don't always go out in search of trouble, you know...."
Feeling a little reassured but still wary, Des sat up in bed and took the cup, sniffing appreciatively. "Mmm, chamomile: nature's natural elixir and sleep aid. Thank you girls, I appreciate it." She took a deep sip of the hot, soothing liquid. "I think I've had you girls all wrong since the beginning, you know. You like to cause trouble and grief, but deep down I guess it's your own way of showing your love. Am I right?"
"Ummm, sure" replied Onyx. "Go ahead and drink some more, it'll make you feel a lot better."
Desiree complied by taking another large gulp. Scrunching her face a little, she panted a little bit "Oooh, burned my tongue on that first sip, so I can hardly taste it. ‘S good tho'. Y'know?" She hardly even noticed her speech continue to slur as she got more and more groggy. She continued her stream of conscious speech to the girls, sipping the tea between each phrase. Soon her speech was nothing but a stream of vowel sounds as she sank back into her pillow, her last sentence ending in a loud snore. "Youse girls are the greateth, an' I t'ink ‘at arter a likkle nap we migh go fur ize cream an'... an'... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".
The three girls smiled to themselves, Lori snickering with glee. "Ha! See, I told you giving her a roofie would work! Quick, let's tie her up and see what kind of awkward position we can have her wake up in!"
The girls nodded in agreement and went to work. They took extra shirts from their suitcases and tied Desiree up to the four bedposts, spreading her limbs wide. Knowing that they would be dead if Des even suspected them of having fondled her while unconscious, the girls were careful to keep their passions in check as they removed the chameleon's undergarments and replaced them with a pair of Lori's leather assless-chaps and a leather bikini top that was little more than a set of straps and patches of fabric big enough to only cover the nipples. The improvised t-shirt bindings kept her four limbs in the air, but the girls made sure that they would not leave marks or harm Des beyond their intended purpose. The knots themselves were a creation of Onyx's, stating that she had found herself tied up in the very same knots before and knew that there was no conventional method of untying it without a second person's help. As a finishing touch, Natasha rummaged through Des' bag and came out with her small duffel of "toys", the very same toys that had been used on them so mercilessly just a few years before. She strewed them about the bed in a manner suggesting that they were "waiting for use", while Lori and Onyx came back from their room with a few older, well worn-in thongs.
Natasha was puzzled by the appearance of the underwear. "I thought we already put the chaps on her. Are we going to put those on too?"
Lori grinned, baring her teeth as she did it. "Not on her, IN her! We were given a little leeway with making noise, but when she comes to in an hour or so, Des is going to be screaming like a rabid animal trying to break free. We might as well gag her with something gross if we're going all the way. They're all washed and clean, but she won't know that. "
Knowing this was sound advice, the girls stuffed Des' snout with three of their thongs, giggling at how much more it would piss Des off. They then cleaned up their mess, put on some regular clothes, and went to close Des' room. On the way out, Natasha spotted Des' purse and quickly snatched the SAMA company credit card. As she caught up with her sisters in the hall, she called out, "Next stop, the shoe store!"
TO BE CONTINUED