Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “Greta, you gave me the idea to mention the demo in D.C. on Saturday, but I wrote a song for it instead, and tonight is the first time we are performing it, I am so excited.”

  “I can’t wait,” Greta said turning a smile towards Valia who was standing near the door. “Well, I am going to order one of those delicious overpriced drinks I saw on the way down here, you seem pretty busy.”

  “I want to hear your brutally honest critique about the performance, promise?” Sissy smiled.

  “But of course darling,” Greta replied as she headed out the door.

  I think I am going to be a recluse when I get old, Greta thought.

  Now that would only be fun if you had someone else to do it with, Valia replied.

  Precisely.

  Back upstairs, Greta walked to the bar and sat down on a stool. “Mmm, I think I’ll have a Kiss in the Night,” she told the bartender.

  “I haven’t made one of those in a while,” he replied. “Please don’t think me forward, but it is pretty obvious you are not a native New Yorker,” the bartender continued. “Where are you from?”

  “The name of my planet cannot be pronounced in your language,” she replied.

  “Good one,” the bartender laughed. “That will be six dollars.” Greta handed him a ten-dollar bill and left the change on the bar.

  She followed about ten customers down the stairs back to the live performance level of the bar. It started filling up quickly as Greta stood along the wall to the right of the stage. When Sissy and her band took the stage, she was surprised at how popular Sissy was with the crowd. They went into their set and Greta found herself very impressed with the band and especially Sissy’s performance onstage. She had never seen her sneer the way she did at times while singing and thought it looked very sexy on her. The protest song she had written was not one of Greta’s favorites of the evening, but it got the point across and was a good song. She found herself wondering why so many of the great musicians and artists around the world were not actively screaming for change. That would change, she thought.

  Sissy’s performance is good? Valia asked.

  Greta laughed. Yes, you could say that Sissy’s performance is good, listen to the crowds. She went to use the bathroom. You’re so lucky you don’t have to tinkle.

  I miss tinkling, Valia giggled.

  Come on, let’s go put our limo driver to good use.

  The driver noticed Greta crossing the street and walked around the limo to open the door for her. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.

  “Yes, very much thank you.” Greta replied. “Could we make our way to 72nd Street and Central Park West?”

  “Yes m’am, Strawberry Field,” the driver replied.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Anthony. So how long will you be staying in New York?”

  “I leave for D.C. tomorrow, but I will be back.” Greta replied.

  Traffic was not bad at this hour. There were taxis and limos creating most of the traffic. When they pulled up at Central Park Anthony pointed out The Dakota where John Lennon lived and was gunned down. “This is it, right across from where he lived and died,” Anthony said.

  “Anthony,” Greta asked opening the door, “would you mind just going around the block slowly, I want to just take it in alone.”

  “Of course, the park is closed at this hour and may not be safe,” he replied.

  “I’ll be all right,” Greta replied and stepped out of the limo. “As Anthony pulled away slowly and merged into traffic, Greta put her arms around Valia and in an instant they were standing on the word Imagine, a mosaic donated in John’s memory.

  “He was a wonderful being,” Valia said. “There is more love here than there is pain.”

  “Yeah, definitely my favorite Beatle,” Greta smiled. “Now that I have such big feet I just might find me a pair of Beatle Boots.”

  “Everybody loves you when you’re six feet in the ground,” a voice said coming from a figure sitting on a bench. It was John.

  “Everything is clearer when you’re in love,” Greta smiled back. She and Valia joined him on the park bench. “I suppose you know who she is?” Greta asked.

  “Yes I do, and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” John replied. “See now if I was still around and growing old, I would never have met the two of you.”

  “I believe I heard your music for the first time light years from here.” Valia said.

  “I was hoping to draw some inspiration from this place before heading to D.C. tomorrow for a Peace Protest,” Greta said. “I never expected to actually meet you.”

  “Believe in everything until it is proven to be wrong,” John said. “With the mess this country and the world has created just in the time I’ve been gone, if I were alive today I would be exploding with protest.”

  “See, now that is exactly how I feel, I mean what the fuck is wrong with people today?” Greta asked. “What are we, more frightened or just plain stupid?”

  “Peace has always been a dream on this planet,” John replied, “but a dream you dream alone is only a dream, a dream you dream together is reality, I mean look at the two of you, your living proof.”

  “John, I have this power and I,” Greta said before being cut off by John.

  “Peace is and always has been created by love, but love is like a precious plant that needs to be nurtured,” he said. “You can’t just accept it, and leave it like a forgotten cup in a cupboard.” “If the sixties taught us anything, it showed us the possibilities and the responsibilities we all have.” “That same spark simply needs to be reignited because for some fucking reason, it went out.”

  “Thanks for your kind words,” Greta said. “As usual, I am in awe. Does it get lonely here?”

  “Oh no, I have an endless stream of visitors, some of them are out of this world,” he laughed.

  “We’ll be back again,” Greta said. “Say hello to Elvis for me.” She and Valia both took turns giving him a hug before they locked arms and were standing in front of The Dakota. Anthony was parked on the other side of the street and noticed Greta walking towards him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in.

  “Home James, oh I am sorry, home Anthony,” she giggled. “Could you turn on the radio please?”

  The limo zipped back to The Chelsea. Greta and Valia quietly discussed the sites they were passing. As they did, Imagine came on the radio.

  “Now what are the odds of a John Lennon song coming on right after leaving Strawberry Field?” Anthony asked.

  “About a million to one,” Greta replied gazing into Valia’s eyes.

  When they arrived back at the hotel, Greta told Anthony she was done for the night. She thanked him for everything and tipped him before she walked into the hotel. Sitting in a corner of the lobby was the same elderly gent who they ran into walking off the elevator. “Good evening ladies,” he said in a slow and gritty manner.

  Greta walked over and sat down in the chair beside him, Valia sat next to her. “Hello, have we met before tonight?” Greta asked.

  “You are strikingly beautiful females, I have been watching you since you both walked in the door.”

  “Forgive my utter stupidity, but I have seen you somewhere and I cannot place it?” Greta said.

  “My name is William,” he replied.

  “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Burroughs,” Valia said.

  “William Burroughs, of course, that voice, how could I be so stupid,” Greta giggled.

  “It is your right to be whatever you like my dear.”

  “Do you live here?” Greta asked.

  “I just hang out here now, and on rare occasions I run into someone or something that proves me right about certain things I have said.”

  “Would you care to elaborate?” Greta smiled.

  “You both are living proof that a change in consciousness can occur once the pressures of monopoly and control are removed and no longer control the sensory impressions of their human host.”r />
  Greta understood him, perfectly as he continued to speak about their evolution and the uselessness of politicians and their control mechanisms.

  “If I run into any politicians in D.C. this weekend, do you have any suggestions for advice I could give them?” Greta asked.

  “Yeah, tell them to speak the truth once and for all, and shut up forever.”

  Greta laughed out loud and kissed him on the cheek. “I am sure we’ll be seeing you around the lobby when we’re here,” she said before she and Valia walked to the elevator.

  “Good night ladies.”

  “He has been dead for ten years,” Valia said.

  “I thought so,” Greta smiled. “Come on, I think we could use one of your fabulous massages, that I now know how to give.”

  “Yes.”

  “We have a bit of a drive ahead of us tomorrow,” Greta said, “and there’s one thing we have to do before we leave.”

  Greta’s clothes were off before she put the key in the door. When she opened the door, Valia was already on the bed completely naked. “You have got to teach me how to get out of these clothes faster,” Greta giggled.

  “You’ve been doing a pretty good job, for an infant.” Valia laughed.

  “Wah, teach me, teach me wahhh!” Greta cried, acting like a spoiled brat.

  Valia looked down at the shoes she was still wearing and one of them disappeared from her foot and was sitting on the dresser across the room. “Your turn,” she said.

  Greta looked at the other shoe on her foot and simply willed it next to the one Valia moved and in an instant there it was. “Hmm, what else can I do Mommy,” she smiled.

  “You can come over here and give me a massage,” Valia purred.

  “Yes,” Greta replied.

  Chapter 15

  Say Hello To The Angels

  Valia was standing at the window humming when Greta awoke. She lay there watching her, and recognized the song she was humming as one that she’d heard in the car by Interpol before she started quietly singing, “But New York Cares, Got to be some more change in my life, But New York Cares, Got to be some more change in my life, But New York Cares, Got to be some more change in my life.”

  “Subway she is a porno,” Greta starting singing, catching Valia off guard. “You have a fabulous voice,” Greta said. “Good morning beautiful.”

  “I had a fabulous voice coach,” Valia smiled. “We will be leaving soon, yes?” she asked sounding as if she would miss New York.

  “We can come right back after D.C.,” Greta replied. “This place is so expensive we may have to visit a few more slot machines though.”

  Valia laughed, walked back to the bed and sat at her feet. “That would be nice, but I’ve never been to Paris.”

  “Do you have a passport?” Greta smiled. She reached for her cel phone and sent Sissy a text thanking her for the pleasant stay. She knew she would not read it until Greta had already checked out and left for D.C.

  She did not feel like putting on any clothes yet, so Greta called down to the front desk and willed the young man that answered the phone to have someone go down to the corner where there was a Starbucks and bring her two of her favorite lattes. The young man asked someone to watch the front desk for him and ran to the corner himself. Within ten minutes there was a knock at the door. Greta answered the door completely nude, a reward for bringing the lattes to her so quickly. “Come in and put them on the dresser please,” she said. He nearly stumbled over himself walking over to dresser. When he turned Greta was still standing near the door. Catching a full figure view of her left him in a mild trance that was only broken by Greta speaking, “That was very kind of you, thank you very much.” He walked back to the door where she handed him a twenty-dollar bill and closed the door behind him. Greta heard Valia giggle.

  “One for you and one for me,” Greta laughed.

  “Thank you Ms. Garbova,” Valia smiled.

  “Valia, what is the word for what I am able to do with a human mind and thought in your language?”

  “JTIK,” Valia replied. “It means to convince, persuade, induce, reason, change.”

  “JTIK,” Greta said.

  “Perfectly pronounced,” Valia smiled.

  It was a sunny morning. Greta opened the window and the two of them stood on the small terrace sipping their coffee. Valia was carefully instructing her about how to proceed with her task at hand before leaving New York, and in D.C. and beyond. She explained how much had to be carefully thought out when JTIK might alter a person’s life. She gave Greta a crash course in what to do when JTIK would be used on a large number of persons. From the street a wolf whistle was heard. It came from a passing truck driver, after all she was standing in the open air completely naked.

  “Better get back in honey, don’t want to cause an accident,” Greta giggled.

  The closer check out time came, the more they both thought that they would be returning to New York and The Chelsea soon. It was the perfect city to meet an endless stream of humanity that could help make a difference. Greta called back down to the front desk and informed them that she wanted to rent the room indefinitely. When the clerk informed her that it was already reserved for a new occupant, and that he could put her in a larger suite, she JTIKED him to reserve that room for the other occupant. “I have grown very fond of this room,” Greta said, “I simply have to remain in 619.”

  “The reservations will be changed immediately,” the man at the front desk replied. “I am very pleased you have decided to stay with us a little longer.”

  Greta thanked him and hung up the phone. “I am sure he is very happy I am staying, and hopes I ask him to bring coffee up to me daily,” Greta giggled.

  Now that there was no rush to check out, Greta took her time packing some bare essentials she would need for the trip to D.C. She planned on stopping at Macy’s and picking up a few new things to wear. “A girl can’t leave New York without getting a little something for herself,” she said.

  On the way out of the elevator Greta looked around for William and saw him standing next to the front desk clerk. Wish me luck, she thought.

  “Life is a lot like the Lottery,” William replied, ‘you have to play to win, so don’t forget to play.”

  She blew a kiss at him and walked out the door. The gent at the front desk saw her do so and swooned thinking it was for him. “Pitiful,” William said shaking his head.

  On the short walk to her car, she noticed that a little shop sold lottery tickets. “Help me pick a winner,” Greta said.

  “I think I’ll let you go this one alone,” Valia giggled.

  Greta walked into the store, filled out the form, handed it to the young lady behind the counter along with a dollar and smiled.

  “Just one ticket?” the girl asked.

  “You only need one to win,” Greta replied. “When I win, what kind of car would you like me to buy you?”

  “Good luck,” the girl laughed handing over the ticket.

  “I’ll be back,” Greta replied and walked out the door. Her car had numerous fliers under the windshield that she removed and placed in a trashcan. “First to Macy’s,” she said.

  Greta parked the car and walked a few blocks to Macy’s. She found a few new outfits to wear and purchased those along with a pair of boots that almost looked like the original Beatle Boots. “I wish I could purchase two of everything, one for me and one for you,” Greta thought. She picked up a new pair of sunglasses before she left. On the way back to the car she saw Susan Sironda walking towards her with a female friend. I have always loved her gorgeous round breasts, Greta thought as she smiled at her walking past. Susan looked back at her as if she knew her.

  “Seeing her has given me an idea,” Greta said. She started the car, put the top down and moved through the Friday midday traffic towards the Holland Tunnel that would take them to the Jersey Turnpike where they would start their trip down to D.C. Greta parked the car near the corner of Vessey and West Broadway.
“Ready darling?” Greta asked.

  “Yes.” Valia replied.

  Greta turned the engine off, stepped out of the car and moved to the back seat where Valia joined her. “It just seems so appropriate to start this where we first met,” Greta smiled. As Valia had instructed her, together they focused on becoming one. They started with a JTIK directed at the United Nations where dignitaries from around the world were gathered, instilling in each of them a new focus on the survival of humanity. Of the many problems facing humanity, they made the planets survival paramount in their agenda, and instructed them to act on that new focus and remain focused until real change had been implemented.

  “That didn’t seem so hard,” Greta sighed.

  “That was the easy one, they were all together,” Valia smiled.

  Greta took a drink of her Fiji water and once again, followed Valia’s instruction as together they focused on every celebrity in New York. It took longer for them to perform this selective JTIK, and when they finally agreed the time was right, they instilled in each of them that spark of revolution so needed for the country to heal itself, from the war to human rights, that dream of love, that dream of peace was to be spread by their influence until that dream became a reality for all, until that reality, for all in this country, became the model for the rest of the world to follow. They then JTIKED them all to attend the demonstrations in D.C. the next day, no matter what plans they might have to change.

  When they had finished, each of them was sitting in a position with their head on the back seat staring at each other. Valia smiled and asked Greta if she was ok. “I am now that I can see you again,” Greta smiled back.

  A delivery truck came lumbering down the street and pulled up slowly to the stop sign on the corner, the driver looking down at the scene in the back of the Pontiac convertible. “Hey Charlie, get a load of these two, Mama Mia, gemelli identici,” the driver said, prompting his friend in the passenger seat to crawl over him to get a look.

  “Valia, he just said identical twins,” Greta laughed. “Could they be dead and driving a ghost truck?”

  “Ladies, where have you been all of my life,” the guy who had been sitting in the passenger seat shouted.