Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “She owned most of the block at one time or another, but fixed the places up and sold them to well screened owners, keeping this largest one for herself,” Robyn replied, “I think it’s been about 10 years.”

  “We stopped to see Sue’s brother Steven before coming here,” Valia said.

  “How did all of that go?” Clarissa asked.

  “He and a few others seemed to feel a bit better by the time we left,” Greta replied, striking a glamour pose with her arm around Valia.

  “I bet they did,” Clarissa laughed. “Robyn promised to take me out and show me some of the sights before tomorrow gets too crowded and crazy, wanna come along?”

  “Oh honey, we’ve been in a car for the past six hours, I hope you don’t mind if I pass,” Greta smiled.

  “Yes, I could sure use a hot soak,” Valia said, receiving a longing gaze from Greta.

  “Ok, let me show you where everything is.” Robyn took them up to their bedroom, a beautifully furnished room with tall bright windows, walls painted in red, and a large comfy bed that looked so inviting. They had their own full size bathroom accessible from the bedroom.

  “Are you sure this is not the larger bedroom, we would not want to impose?” Greta asked.

  “Oh no,” Robyn laughed, “follow me.” She took them to the bedroom she and Clarissa would be using that was more than twice the size of theirs.

  “Now I feel better,” Valia laughed.

  “If you get hungry, there is plenty to eat,” Robyn offered.

  “Thanks,” Valia and Greta answered at the same time.

  After gathering up a few items, Clarissa and Robyn headed out the back door. Greta and Valia moved back to the living room and stretched out on the couch where they started to see news bits about the next days planned demonstration. The newscaster started interviewing one celebrity after another, calling it the largest known exodus of the rich and famous they had ever seen heading to a demonstration in D.C. “And they are not just coming from The Big Apple,” the announcer said. “Keira Kiteley has decided to take a break from her busy schedule, to fly to D.C. where she is expected to speak to a group of severely injured War Heroes at Walter Reed before joining the demonstration.”

  “Did we do that?” Greta asked.

  “Plants,” Valia replied.

  Plants indeed. Apparently, Steven’s request for a guest speaker was able to reach her some three thousand miles away. The JTIK was carried across the country and planted in her as a suggestion only, a suggestion she agreed to on her own.

  “How exciting, and one less thing for us to do,” Greta giggled. “Steven is going to be so happy.”

  She crawled on top of Valia and kissed her passionately. “Now, about that bath,” she grinned.

  Greta began filling the tub. There was a large selection of body oils and bubble baths to choose from. The tub was so large it was a welcome change to the smaller hotel tubs they had been in, especially with the gorgeous new size body Greta was now in.

  She lit a few candles that were already in the bathroom as well, and turned on the radio mounted in the wall between the sink and the bidet. They willed each other’s clothes off and slipped into the hot fragrant tub. Valia sighed as the radio softly played one of Greta’s favorite Placebo songs, “Hush, It’s okay, Dry your eye, Dry your eye, Soul mate dry your eye, Cause soul mates never die.”

  The song inspired Greta’s next question. “Valia, could we be just that, soul mates?”

  “There is no doubt, that we fit the definition of soul mates,” Valia replied.

  They melted into each other, exploring, probing and loving each other to newer orgasmic heights. “It just keeps getting better,” Greta sighed, barely able to speak when they were spent. They dried off and moved back to the living room couch where they decided to take their own tour of D.C. Greta placed the Valia necklace around her neck, and together they transported themselves from one site to another. When they landed on the soft cool White House lawn, Valia could sense Greta’s anger. He’s at Camp David, hiding from the truth that is coming here this weekend, but in the immortal words of what’s his name, I’ll Be Back! Greta thought.

  Standing in the middle of the National Mall they watched police and National Guard troops setting up barricades, as if they were looking down on an enemy camp the night before a major battle.

  They decided to watch the sun set on the roof of the Jefferson Memorial with Greta teaching Valia the lyrics to one of her favorite Neko Case songs, “How will you know if you found me at least, Cause I’ll be the one, be the one, be the one, With my heart in my lap, I’m so tired, I’m so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight.”

  “Say Hello to the Angels,” Valia smiled pointing to a cloud in the western sky that looked like two flying angels.

  “Say Hello to the Angels indeed.”

  Chapter 16

  The Embrace

  Clarissa and Robyn were already locked away in the mistress bedroom when Greta and Valia arrived in each other’s arms on their own bed. Robyn had turned down the beddings and left Godiva Chocolates on each pillow, along with chilled bottles of Fiji Water in ice buckets on each of the nightstands. “What a gracious host,” Greta said. “I am so happy they found each other.”

  “Here,” Greta said handing a Godiva Chocolate to Valia, “try this and tell me what you think?”

  Valia removed the aluminum foil from the piece of chocolate and took a small bite. Greta grinned when her eyes seemed to light up a bit as she did. She took another bite and smiled, “Valia like,” she said in a deep sexy voice.

  “Greta like too,” she said taking a bite of hers and sharing it with Valia, feeding it to her with a kiss. “Come here, and help me put together some outfits for tomorrow.”

  Valia willed their bags unpacked in a blink, the clothes all folded and organized and resting in neat piles on the top of the large dresser across from the foot of the bed. “Show off,” Greta laughed.

  “Maklavis tudzit,” Valia grinned.

  “Yes, it does take one to know one,” Greta laughed.

  They both agreed on the sleeveless v-neck cotton t-shirt dresses to wear. Greta always bought more than one of an item she fell in love with, if they were on sale, Valia to wear the red one, Greta the black one. “Sandals or Beatle Boots,” Greta asked.

  “Can’t we just go the way we are now?” Valia asked, her arms folded, still naked, as was Greta.

  “I suppose it might take a little tweeking, but I am sure we could,” Greta grinned.

  “Beatle Boots.”

  “Well, now that we got that settled, follow me.” Greta led Valia to the kitchen to raid the icebox. She put some cheese and an assortment of fruit on a plate, added some crackers and they sat down to a late night snack. Robyn entered the room almost wearing a robe. “I thought I heard someone in here,” she said.

  “Sorry to disturb you,” Greta replied raising her eyebrow as she bit into a large red grape.

  Robyn pushed her hair back, gazed at her two nude guests dreamy eyed and returned to her bedroom. “Nitey nite, see ya in the morning.”

  “Goodniiiiiight,” Valia and Greta chimed.

  After finishing up their late night snack, they retired to their own bedroom. They turned on the television, turned off the volume, and settled into sleepy time in each others arms bathed in the soft flickering light coming from the television.

  “I look forward to water sports,” Valia said quietly, Greta replying with a quiet giggle.

  In her present form, Valia slept, but she was not accustomed to as much of it as Greta, and was always up first. “Your huge gathering is getting larger by the minute,” Valia said seeing Greta open her eyes. “It is ten o’clock,” Valia added anticipating her first question of the day. “They hope to start at noon.”

  “That gives us plenty of time to wake up, shower, dress, get a Starbucks,” Greta smiled. She turned on her Macbook and began reading and answering emails. Everyone had decided to meet as close to the base
of the Washington Monument as possible. She got to an email from Rose and opened it. There was nothing more than an attached digital image of her and Emily kissing each other in the nude. The attachment was simply titled, ‘What you had and what you lost.’ Greta simply archived it as a keepsake and smiled, being genuinely happy Rose was not hurt by their inevitable break up and that she had already found someone else. She then pulled up the site for the New York Lottery to bookmark it for later.

  “Ve better get movink dahlink,” Greta said, taking Valia by the hand for what had become their routine shower together, that was always anything but routine. When out of the shower, she insisted that they paint each other’s finger and toenails, and that they wear lipstick at least. Even though it was her first time with a bottle of nail polish in her hands, Valia’s control was precise. By the time they were through, aside from the clothes they were wearing, they were a matching pair.

  “I thought I heard someone out here,” Greta said walking into the kitchen where Clarissa and Robyn were having coffee and toast.

  “Would you like something to eat?” Robyn asked.

  “Nope, I am good, how about you Valia?” Greta smiled.

  “I just want a Starbucks,” she smiled back.

  “I am sure you already know, but many from last weeks wedding crowd are meeting at the base of the Washington Monument,” Greta said.

  “Yep,” Clarissa replied. She seemed to be getting into a serious demonstration mood.

  “You can see it from the corner, and there is a Starbucks on the way,” Robyn said.

  “Yes, well we are on foot so we are going to get started so we don’t have to rush,” Valia said.

  “Robyn, would it be ok if we put a flower in our hair from outside?” Greta asked.

  “What a groovy idea, of course.”

  Greta kissed Clarissa on the top of her head, “See you soon,” she said.

  When they walked out the front door, Greta asked the flowers if any of them wanted to go to the peace demonstration with them in their hair. “Me, me, take me,” a chorus of voices chimed together nearly knocking Greta for a loop. “I don’t think I will ever quite get accustomed to that,” Greta laughed.

  “Ok, let me see,” Greta said bending to gently remove two of each style she chose. She separated them, handing Valia her flowers, and they took turns willing each assortment into their glowing matching hairdos. “Oh baby, you so would have been a hit in San Francisco in the sixties,” Greta said. Valia simply smiled and continued down the street.

  There were people on every street streaming towards the bright white monument in the near distance. They found their Starbucks where Greta ordered two of the usual. The closer they got to the National Mall the more it started to look like an Anti-War Demonstration. They saw people wearing costumes, signs painted on everything imaginable, from boards to umbrellas to one’s own body. Many people had their children in tow, walking alongside grandparents and great grandparents. It was a scene that had repeated itself many times since Twine took the country into the depths of the tragedy that was his War for Greed, but this demonstration was different, Greta and Valia could feel it.

  Closer to the mall, the more security they saw, police by the thousands in battle gear, on foot and on horseback. Thousands of National Guardsmen had been added to the security. By the time they made it to the base of the Washington Monument, guest speakers had already begun their speeches. It was hard to hear from where they were standing, so together they turned up the volume. The grass they were standing on was screaming their own protest at being trampled on by so many feet. Could you please make sure this one makes a difference so they are not here repeating this every three to six months? they asked. Greta and Valia promised they would try.

  The roar of helicopters overhead drowned out the speakers. Dozens of military helicopters flew over the massive crowd dropping flowers on them in a spectacular colorful display of peace and solidarity to the main reason the throng was gathered, ending the war. “I thought that was a nice touch my dear,” Valia smiled.

  “I could not have done it without you sister,” she replied blowing a kiss at her. “Must think of the children around us,” she giggled.

  The crowd responded to the flowers landing on and around them with awe and confusion. Before they got to their friends, Greta and Valia JTIKED their appearance, so that anyone they met who they knew, would recognize them in their present form of dazzling close twins.

  One friend greeted them after another, many of them having arranged to meet up with lesbian groups from all over the country.

  It was not until one guest speaker fired up the crowd enough to get angry that trouble began to brew. A group of a few dozen protestors dressed in black, heads covered with hoods and carrying shields made out of oil drums cut in half, at first began shouting at the police on duty, then started pelting them with rocks. The police responded with tear gas. With all eyes on the incident at risk of quickly escalating out of control, Valia and Greta JTIKED its end. Within moments the two opposing groups were treating each other like lifelong friends.

  This will remain a peace demonstration, Greta thought. A violent mess is what they would like.

  Valia joined her in insuring the day would remain peaceful, as the police collected their own weapons, storing them in their trucks and vans before joining the crowd. They singled out the groups in the crowd that might hope to turn the day into a violent event, and watched as they peacefully mingled with those they were ready to do battle with moments earlier.

  One guest speaker and celebrity after another took the stage, calling for and end to the war, but their demands did not stop there, as they called for immediate action to halt the senseless destruction of the planet itself. Every issue that plagued the country was addressed. The high point of the day for Greta was seeing Steven and a dozen of his friends join Keira Kiteley onstage.

  The most rousing speech of the event about humankind’s future on the planet came from Sloan Mitchell. Sloan was one of the artists whose work they had seen back in Chicago at the Cool Globes Exhibit on the lakefront. The words she spoke were so accurate that Valia JTIKED them to be imbedded in everyone present, and to spread them to everyone they met.

  “Come one honey,” Greta said, “it’s tinkle time.”

  Valia smiled and they headed towards the port-a-potty area on the far side of the mall. “Clarissa, if we get separated we will meet you back at the house,” Greta shouted. Clarissa smiled and waved, a beautiful flower tiara around her head made by some stranger in the crowd, since her hair was so short she could not wear any flowers in her hair.

  “Have you ever had a back stage pass?” Greta asked Valia following her into the same port-a-potty. They took turns tinkling, and once through, Greta placed the Valia necklace around her neck. In a moment they were standing backstage gazing into Steven’s happy face. Greta studied Keira’s face up close, wondering how she could reward her for being sweet enough to do what she did. Moving from one celebrity to the next, JTIKING them with specific tasks to perform, they noticed they were not alone. Greta recognized long gone Presidents and Movie Stars wandering through the crowd. She heard Richard Nixon telling John Wayne, “I ended one war and by God I am going to help end this one.”

  “Well, of all the wars I fought in one movie or another,” John Wayne said, “this one certainly seems to be the only one I would have refused to fight.”

  Valia told Greta that Sissy was getting ready to take one of the side stages, where a variety of musical talent were performing their tunes. In an instant they were standing behind crates that some of the sound equipment arrived in. Greta removed Valia from around her neck and once again tucked her comfortably between her thighs. She had a surprise for Sissy, a thank you for being the gracious host she was in New York. As she was being introduced, she noticed Greta, and now Valia, and waved. She opened with her most popular song that really got the crowd moving. When Sissy began talking about the protest song she had written t
hat she was about to perform, as the band started into the song, she heard an all too familiar groan coming through the sound system. She turned to notice her favorite singer Lux Interior, was about to join her onstage to perform the song as one of the most bizarre duets seen in broad daylight. By the end of the song, both she and Lux had dove into the crowd that passed them back and forth and finally back up onto the stage, still singing, not missing a lyric. “How could I possibly improve on that?” Sissy said to the crowd before thanking them, and especially Lux for joining her onstage.

  Greta and Valia moved back into the crowd, leaving Sissy to Lux, or was it Lux to Sissy as Greta put it. “He’s a little old for her, but he’s still got it.” The next act up was Patti Smith who broke right into People Have the Power. Valia was amazed at how the rousing ‘Babel’ as Patti put it, moved the crowd so. She told Greta that on her world, she would be called a shiranzet, or a natural born artist in her own right.

  “Valia,” Greta asked as they walked through the crowd, “has your species ever gone through periods like this, with events like this?”

  “No, which is why I find it fascinating.”

  “I’m a little hungry,” Greta said.

  Clarissa and Robyn laughing hysterially when they got to them. “Honey we are starving and want pizza,” Greta smiled.

  “So, what else is new,” Valia giggled.

  “Look, you are invited to come and eat, my treat,” Greta said.

  “I’m famished,” Clarissa replied, “there’s a great place for pizza called Pizzeria Paradisio.”

  “Nothing at all like a familiar college town pizza hey,” Greta laughed. “Let’s eat there, I will call ahead and have them start cooking up a few.”

  Together the four of them joined many others beginning to spill away from the flood of humanity that gathered for the event. “We’ve been counted,” Clarissa smiled.

  “And photographed and catalogued as well I see,” Greta said pointing to obvious government agents assigned to try their best to snap a photo of everyone at the demonstration if possible. Greta JTIKED the memory cards in the cameras they were using to have the agents own faces on their bodies when it came time for them to be viewed and catalogued.