by T. C. Clover
and to the pale ambiance of the kitchen.
When his bare feet reached the smooth, cold surface of the kitchen tiles, he opened his eyes wide and blinked a few times. Richard felt confounded as to why Litz Rack was tearing apart the plumbing underneath the kitchen sink at such an early hour. The crafty woman had tossed aside all of the cleaning supplies from the cupboards and was busy dismantling their drainpipe and water supply.
“Did we have a plumbing emergency?” Richard asked with a gruff voice, bringing his right fist to his mouth as he yawned. “Oh, wow, you changed your hair color.”
“There’s a leak somewhere in this pipe,” Litz replied with certainty as she brought up a large red pipe wrench and went to work on the drainpipe. “I don’t know what the origin is, but I can hear water dripping from somewhere when I walk in this kitchen.”
“So did you feel any moisture or see anything that was dripping?” He contemplated aloud and stepped over near the wall to his right, using the switch to turn on the brighter commercial lights. “How far back are you going to take that thing apart? The camera crews and makeup people will be getting out of bed in a few hours.”
“I need some vitamins,” the aggressive plumber stated without answering his question.
Richard noticed that her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and it was an orange-like blonde color from being dyed in the past few hours. He was shocked when Litz opened the lid of the garbage can and snatched half of a banana from the trash. She then stomped back over to the kitchen sink and plopped down on the floor with her legs crossed to enjoy the fruit. The film editor scratched his head out of instinct and made a face at a bunch of six fresh bananas that were on the kitchen counter – just seven feet from the garbage.
“You know you’re eating a banana out of the-“
“Yes, I know that I’m eating a banana from the garbage – I’m not stupid!” Litz lamented without hesitation and began to eat the brown and yellow banana peel in addition to the fruit that was within. “Thank you, my Republican overlord, for your witty observations on life. But if you people wouldn’t throw so much food away, then there’d be more for the rest of us.” The young woman burped as if to emphasize her point and wiped the side of her mouth like a cave dweller.
“So where do you think the leak is, Litz?” Richard prompted with a twist of his neck.
“Why don’t you like garbage banana?” Litz mocked from her position on the tiled floor. “Garbage banana has just as much to offer you as a fresh banana. In fact, I’ll bet that I can get you to like garbage banana,” she said with innocent eyes, and stuffed a large piece of the banana and peel into her mouth.
Richard became mystified and repulsed at the same instant as the agile woman stood and walked toward him like a runway model. She teased the man with her electric blue eyes and embraced him before he could protest. The uninhibited vixen pushed her ample chest against his pectoral muscles and forced his right hand to grip her bum.
The conservative pulled away, but Litz gripped the back of his head and thrust him into an open-mouthed kiss. She pushed the heat of her body against his pelvis and used her tongue to shove some of the discarded banana into his mouth. He winced in immediate discomfort but realized that the banana tasted good, and the lips that delivered it were a new definition of delicious.
The television stars embraced and kissed for several seconds, and Litz inadvertently crushed the remainder of the banana and peel onto the back of his white undershirt. She pushed him backward with her hand on his chest, realizing that he was trying to engage in a feeding frenzy of lust.
“I think you like garbage banana,” Litz confirmed with a playful wink as she tapped the front of his boxer shorts with her right hand. “Are you going to help me find the wet spot?” She tempted the man with a broad grin of dominance. “Just listen when I walk in this part of the kitchen, and you’ll hear dripping water,” the plumber suggested in a more businesslike way, taking a position closer to the kitchen sink.
Richard could feel his heartbeat pulsating at the front of his pelvis, and although finding a leak was the last thing he wanted, the stunned man obliged his colleague. He listened in silence as the spirited blonde shifted her weight back and forth on the kitchen tiles in a repetitive pattern.
“There, did you hear it? Listen again,” she instructed, and began a sort of tribal dance on the shiny white floor until it made a few dripping sounds.
“That’s coming from the floorboards, my dear,” Richard scoffed with a hearty chuckle. “I can’t believe you shut off our water and took apart our plumbing over a creaking sound in the floor.” He began to laugh harder until he saw an expression of pain and shame on her face. “Come here, crazy girl, let’s do something more constructive.” The man said with passion as he marched over and grabbed his co-star with a firm hand in the small of her back.
Richard gazed into her wild eyes for a moment as if to tell her that everything was going to be all right. He paused until the heat of her body had brought him to a full state of desire, and then they devoured one another on the kitchen floor.
Richard’s Bedroom – The Shots Fired Loft
“Litz, Mike wants to see you in his office,” a bearded stagehand relayed through the cracked door of Richard’s bedroom. “Hey, Litz Rack, did you hear me? The director wants to see you in his office. By the way, thanks for turning off the water – the bathrooms smell great!”
“It looks like I’ve been called to the principal’s office,” Litz declared with a short giggle as she rubbed her right hand across Richard’s somewhat muscular chest. “I guess everyone in the loft is going to hate me this morning – other than you.”
“So are we exclusive now?” Richard suggested with a romantic gaze and tried pulling her closer to him.
“Okay, that’s enough! I need to get up anyway.” The unpredictable woman erupted in a panic of confusion as she jumped out of the bed and grabbed her pajama bottoms. “Richard, I know you’re feeling deep and romantic and…whatever,” she began with her right index finger held up in a warning, “but I can’t. So just think of last night as your sole opportunity to take advantage of me while I was vulnerable. Who knows, maybe I’ll go through a crisis again before my girl dries up and you can have at me for another night.”
There was an awkward silence after these statements, and Richard sat up in bed to think about a response. Although Litz didn’t have her top on all the way, she made a fast exit from the bedroom. Richard heard hoots and catcalls from members of the camera crew after the unpredictable blonde left his living space.
Litz embarked on a short journey to Mike’s office as she finished pulling her pajama top on and hiding her breasts from the world. However, the director was on his way to Richard’s bedroom, and their paths met halfway into the living room.
“For hell’s sake, Litz, keep your breasts covered,” Mike chastised with the tone of a responsible parent. “What did you do to my kitchen? I had to call in an emergency plumber to put everything back together.”
“I want to double check his work,” she argued with an expression of fiery outrage.
“No, you can’t check his work because it’s already done, and he left an hour ago,” the director informed her with a slight flaring of his nostrils. “Of course, it took him a while to get started after he found some boxers and a bra and panty set on the floor.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said in a dismissive fashion and began to walk away from Mike toward the kitchen.
“Well, you do need to tell your story, and so does Jazzy,” he insisted with a sober demeanor and followed her toward the kitchen cupboards. “People will want to hear about how you wrecked a sports car and climbed a cliff in the middle of a snowstorm. Look, only Stoney and Fassim have given their testimonials, and the rest of you are going to get yours done before the end of the season,” Mike announced with increased p
ower in his voice when he noticed a few other cast members looking for food in the kitchen.
“Yeah, well we’re not doing it today,” Litz declared with a prideful gaze and stomped through the kitchen like a queen bee. “In fact, we’re having lady’s night tonight. Jazzy, Fassim, Stoney and I are going to Mud Rituals to blow off some steam.”
“No, you’re not going to the mud tournaments, Litz, I need-“ Mike stopped talking and considered the entertainment value that Mud Rituals would add to the show. “That’s right; you’re going to Mud Rituals for lady’s night, so make sure that you have a camera crew and your security detail with you.” He nodded with a hint of restored pride and began to walk away from the charismatic diva.
“Way to put your foot down, Mike,” Jazzy shouted toward the director before he disappeared around the corner en route to his office. “I’ve never been to Mud Rituals; is it fun?” The comedian asked as she fished in the cupboards for a morning snack, attempting to keep her bum covered with a small pink nightgown.
“Well, let me put it this way,” the adventurous plumber conveyed with expert salesmanship. “What is your favorite sexy costume?”
“I don’t know; I’ve always thought about being a vampire,” the comedian replied as she removed a strawberry breakfast bar from its box.