Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “I have gotten used to this look and shorter length,” Greta smiled. “It is more practical for a space traveler don’t you think?” They experimented with different hair lengths, styles and colors, but Greta still settled on the original style she inherited from her twin. She noticed that since her change, the print pattern that ran down both of their necks and backs had manifested itself in a subtle pattern where she once had pubic hair. Valia explained how when a female of her species reaches a certain level of sexual ability reaching new heights of sexual pleasure, the pattern manifests itself. “It is a unique individual pattern for all, and it is permanent.”

  “But you never had them before we met,” Greta asked, “am I that good? Were you a virgin?”

  “Apparently you are and no, I was not a virgin,” Valia smiled gently touching Greta’s newly acquired pattern.

  The hours passed as they continued to learn from each other, welcoming what the rising sun would bring.

  Greta loved the aerial view of the White House Valia treated her to before they were standing in an unoccupied guest room with what looked like a four post bed from the eighteenth century. We must arrange to get invited back here to stay when this monster is out of office, Greta thought. When Valia told her that it was time, they moved to the Oval Office moments before President Twine entered the room.

  “Your speech is in the usual place on your desk,” Marjorie Plank informed him. Marjorie was a vicious aide to Plank, extremely aggressive and protective, and her teeth had undoubtedly been sharpened over the weekend with the protests that took place.

  Greta stood there for a brief moment to get a good look at the ‘beast’ as she put it, the beast who was responsible for so many of the ills on her world. It’s time, she thought, as they performed a rather simple but in-depth JTIK on Twine.

  “Marjorie, could you please inform the entire staff that I do not want to be disturbed while I review this speech?” Twine asked.

  “I beg your pardon Mr. President?” Marjorie asked.

  “The entire staff, inform them I am not to be disturbed while I review this speech, and that includes yourself.”

  “Mr. President, do you think that is wise?” Marjorie nervously asked.

  “Marjorie, just make it happen.” Twine snapped back. “Oh and Marjorie, have someone bring me six of the largest Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha lattes with triple shots extra hot, six straws, and a brand new Apple Macbook Pro with Microsoft Office loaded and ready to use. And Marjorie, tell them to get that all here in the next fifteen minutes.”

  “Yes sir,” Marjorie said before turning to run out of the room.

  Greta and Valia looked at each other and grinned. Just look at that face, Greta thought as Twine picked up the speech that had been written for him and threw it in the trash. It is the face of the sickness that has its grip on this planet, it is the face of greed, and he is its poster boy.

  They heard a scuffle outside the Oval Office door. “Sir he left strict orders not to be disturbed.” The door burst open and in walked the vice president Rick Meeny.

  “What the hell was all that about, you feeling ok?” Meeny asked.

  Ah, the evil architect of it all, Greta thought. It is a good thing you have not showed me how to make an evil bastard disappear.

  I can’t wait to go shopping for dresses, Valia giggled.

  Really, me too? Greta replied.

  “I got a lot of work to do Rick, call me later,” Twine replied.

  “What the hell you talking about,” Meeny shouted. “We have a meeting with Blagard Energy representatives in thirty minutes, they are going to ask for another eighty billion for this war, now what’s this all about?”

  “I have a lot of important things to do,” Twine replied before pushing a button under his desk. The door opened and six members of the secret service entered. “Now Rick, you can leave and let me get some work done, or I will have you escorted out, you decide.”

  Greta and Valia performed a permanent JTIK on Meeny. Its effect was immediate as he smiled at all the men in the room as if he was sexually attracted to them and left.

  A pair of aides entered with the six lattes and the Macbook Pro. Twine told the aides to put them on his desk and send Marjorie back in.

  “Yes Mr. President,” Marjorie asked, being stopped in her tracks a few steps into the room by Twine speaking loudly.

  “No one, and I mean no one gets through you and into this room until I am good and ready for them, is that understood?”

  “Yes sir,” Marjorie replied.

  “I hope so, cause if anyone, and I mean anyone, comes walking through that door before I say they can, you’re fired.”

  Marjorie walked out of the Oval Office, locked the door behind her, stationed two of her most trusted aides directly in front of the door, and personally backed them up as the last line of defense against anyone attempting to enter before she was allowed to let them do so.

  Greta instructed Twine to move two of the lattes to the end of the desk and put straws in them. Valia was the first to take a sip of her latte as Greta instructed Twine in a quick in-depth JTIK of how to use a Macbook computer. She had him position himself with his back to the lattes on the end of the desk, and for gosh sakes pick up one of the lattes and take a big gulp.

  “Oh I love them Starbucks lattes,” he said making Valia giggle. “How come I have never had one of these here lattes before?”

  Did you do that? Valia asked.

  Nope, that thar was him, I think he loves them Starbucks lattes, Greta giggled. She JTIKED Twine to mention that after every sip, and answered his latte question for him. Because we’ve had enough time, which she instructed him to say no matter what question he was answering while they were there.

  By the time he was finished with his first latte, Twine was typing away on the Macbook, occasionally pausing to answer a question put to him by Greta that came out the same way each time he did for those that were undoubtedly listening, “We’ve had enough time.” Midway through the speech he was creating he took off his coat and loosened his tie. “Man these Apple Computers are so easy to use even I could figure out how to use one,” he said before laughing in that pushed cocky good ole boy manner that made Greta feel sick.

  Valia had Twine take the two empty latte cups left by her and Greta and toss them in the trashcan before putting straws in two more and moving them to the end of the table.

  Greta walked to the oval office door and gently placed her hands on it. She closed her eyes and could see outside the door as if she was standing in the room with the rest of the crowd that had started to gather there.

  “What more can you offer me dammit, what have you heard him say so far?” she heard Morgan scream into his phone. She smiled and walked back to her latte at the end of the desk.

  Twine just kept on keying, faster than any of his secretaries ever had, the text being auto corrected by a separate JTIK. “I sure do love them Starbucks lattes,” they heard him say for about the twelfth time as he took another large gulp.

  Now, there is only one more thing for now Gregory, Greta thought, as she JTIKED Twine to lead the country in a new direction that would legalize same sex marriage.

  Can we have another aerial view on the way out? Greta asked.

  Of course, Valia answered taking her into her arms. In an instant they were high above the helicopter hovering over the White House lawn. From that view, they JTIKED everyone present in and around the White House, and every member of Congress to follow the President in the new course he was about to offer the nation and indeed the world.

  Greta and Valia arrived back at the house sitting on the edge of their bed. “Whew, I gotta pee,” Greta laughed. Valia followed directly behind her. “Water sports?” she asked.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Greta smiled as they joined each other naked in the empty tub.

  Chapter 19

  Do You Believe In Magic?

  The White House was a bustling flurry of activity. F
or the first time in nearly seven years, they had a president and not a lacky for greed fueled special interest groups, whose agenda consisted of raping and pillaging America’s wealth, stopping at nothing, even murder, to do so. By noon Twine had already fired six members of his staff who were having a hard time coming to grips with his new agenda. Marjorie remained as a member of his team simply because of a JTIK that made her loyal to the new Twine. She was the best at what she did, and now she was just better. Greta thought she was perfect to control the avalanche of questions and media that would soon be descending upon Twine and his administration.

  On I-95 and heading north, Valia was behind the wheel of the Pontiac, the top up due to the possibility of showers and thunderstorms. Greta fanned out five cds as if holding playing cards and held them up to Valia. “Pick a disc, any disc,” she smiled.

  Valia looked at the discs, pulled one from the selection, and slid it into the player. “Some Neko Case would be nice don’t you think?” she said.

  “But she’s on all of them,” Greta laughed. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils and smiled. “Just love that sweet smell of things growing in the summertime when you’re traveling past houses farms and fields. Thank you for the heightened sense of smell darling.”

  “You are welcome, but I hope you still say that when we get back to New York,” Valia giggled.

  They were now midway between Baltimore and Philadelphia when Greta picked up her phone and called Jamina. “Darling, how are you?” she asked.

  “I am good, Tammy is doing great and we are heading back to her home in Atlantic City tomorrow, how was Washington?” Jamina asked.

  “Washington was fun and educational and interesting, it was nice to be a part of history.”

  “Well you and the million or so others who showed up must have made one hell of an impression on Twine and his administration,” Jamina replied. “The media has all of its eyes on Twine and company today, he has started something they are calling a major shakeup in his cabinet, firing people on his staff, it’s all pretty amazing.”

  “Wow, I would never have guessed that anything short of a magician or a miracle would ever be able to change that creature,” Greta replied turning to Valia and holding the phone away from her mouth because she started laughing so hard.

  “Yes, he is supposed to speak to the country tonight, but somehow I don’t think it will be much different than all the other bullshit we’ve heard out of him over he past seven years.”

  “Do you believe in magic?” Greta asked.

  Jamina just laughed.

  “Hey, I am heading back up to New York at the moment, and I would like you to come visit us when you finish up in Atlantic City, my treat.”

  “Oh honey, I could not impose on you,” Jamina replied.

  “My dear friend, I know I can trust you to keep a secret, I won the New York Lotto and believe me I can afford it,” Greta giggled. “Now I insist.”

  “Ok, I will call you when I am getting ready to leave.”

  “Smooches darling, I will be waiting to hear from you.”

  “Love you,” Jamina replied and hung up the phone.

  Valia was quietly singing along to a song by Vicious Pink that had become one of her favorites, “Baby please can’t you see, Back in your arms is where I want to be, Baby please answer me, Back in your arms is where I want to be.”

  “You don’t have to beg baby, I’ll come back into your arms if you like.” Greta smiled.

  The western sky was starting to look ominous. In the distance they could actually see the sheets of rain pouring down as the fast moving line of storms moved in their direction. “Sure you want to drive through this?” Greta asked.

  “If you don’t mind, but both of us, or neither of us can easily navigate through this storm.” Depending on which way the highway curved, the approaching storm either appeared to be on their left or directly in front of them. The closer it came, the more the clouds that almost looked black on the horizon lightened to a lightning filled pea green once overhead.

  “We’ve got hail!” Greta exclaimed. “Hail lets you know it is a real storm.” As they continued to drive through the blinding downpour, they passed many cars and trucks that had pulled over on the shoulder and under overpasses to wait for the storm to pass. Valia quickly taught Greta the rather simple way to activate the organic material from her ship that was now part of the Pontiac. They continued along on a cruise control never before seen in a combustion engine vehicle, piloting them flawlessly through any adjustment required by the threatening weather, never exceeding the speed limit.

  “Why didn’t you show me that earlier sis?” Greta asked.

  “Because I enjoy driving.” Valia grinned.

  “I always get hungry when I have to drive through a storm for some reason,” Greta said. “Swedesboro would do.”

  Valia took the exit off the New Jersey Turnpike towards Swedesboro. They stopped at a Quizno’s and ordered two toasted veggie subs and two drinks. They placed their sandwiches on a small table for two and both went to the self-serve beverage machine to pour their drinks. As they stood there debating what would go best with their veggie subs, a group of four young men entered looking like they were on break from a construction job.

  “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, have I died and gone to heaven?” one of the men said loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

  Here we go again, Greta thought. I am leaving this one entirely up to you.

  “Can you imagine being in bed with two gorgeous giants like that?” another man asked.

  In clear view of the four men wishing they were on the menu, Valia reached down and fondled Greta’s right butt cheek as she nibbled on her ear. “Oh, I don’t know sis, how about root beer?”

  “Oh no, not with a toasted veggie sandwich,” Greta replied before reaching over to touch her cheek and kiss her on the lips.

  “Oh man, lesbian sisters, I’ve got to get the video camera from the truck,” one man quietly said to the other before heading back out to the truck they arrived in.

  “Hawaiian punch?” Valia asked licking Greta’s lips.

  “I would prefer the lemonade, not too sweet, just the right taste, like you,” Greta replied licking and kissing Valia’s neck. They decided that lemonade it would be and poured two cups with very little ice.

  When they returned to their seats, Greta noticed that the man who left was by the door videotaping them. They would break off a piece of sandwich and feed it to each other, erotically licking and sucking the food off each other’s fingers. “Not a bad sandwich huh?” Greta asked.

  “It is very good, but you are delicious,” Valia replied.

  When finished eating, they walked over to the trashcan and slowly emptied their wrappers, bending and moving in a way that was driving the four men wild. “Come on sis,” Valia said, “I can’t wait to get back to New York so we can be naked together.” Greta licked her lips longingly and heard moans fill the room before they walked out the door.

  “Did you get any of that at the pop machine?” one of the men asked.

  “I did,” he replied, already rewinding the tape.

  Valia started up the car and pulled away. As they headed out of town one of the men hit the play button on the video camera. When the tape got to the point where Greta and Valia were recorded, they appeared as two short and very old grey haired women, enacting everything they did. The group looked at each other shocked. Greta applauded Valia for a highly creative job well done.

  On the way out of town, they stopped for gas. Valia decided that she liked the smell of gasoline for some reason. “Just wait until you’ve filled that tank more than a hundred times and tell me you still like the smell.” Greta laughed.

  Greta turned on the radio to listen to rural America for a bit. She quickly scanned through the channels and found a talk radio station coming out of Philadelphia. “When asked if he had any comment on the days dealings coming out of the White House,” the newscaster s
aid, “Rick Meeny simply said he fully approved of the beautiful changes being made by the President and offered no further comment.”

  “Haaaaa,” Greta laughed before turning off the radio and returning to the music c.d. When they passed the signs pointing towards Philadelphia, Greta ran her hands over her body, “I will always love the City of Sisterly Love,” she smiled. The sun came back out for the final leg of the trip back to New York. She called to find out how to claim her Lottery prize. The office was located at the southern most tip of Manhattan. Greta could see that Valia was enjoying herself driving, and was anxious to see how she would navigate through late afternoon Manhattan traffic. She did so flawlessly and found a parking spot almost in front of the Lottery Claim Center on Beaver St. “Did you just luck into that spot, or did you ahem?” Greta giggled. Valia simply laughed. “Well the traffic is light with Wednesday being the fourth of July.”

  Inside the claims office, they were instructed on what to do to claim the prize. Within forty-five minutes, they were approved, catalogued, photographed, and given the check for their winnings. Greta opted for the full amount at once that was a smaller prize, but as she’d said earlier, they had a lot of shopping to do.

  Once again Valia acquired a parking spot almost exactly where Greta had parked days earlier. She looked at Valia, smiled and shook her head. When she stepped out of the car she thought about how she felt so in perfect harmony with herself. It all seemed so perfect, the beautiful light at this time of day, the scent of everything around her, the sounds of the city, her beautiful lover, indeed the look and scent of Valia, all so perfect, almost too perfect.

  “Do you believe in magic?” Greta asked Valia as she slowed her pace walking towards the Chelsea, bags hanging from her shoulders.

  “Yes, I must, for we are living proof of it,” Valia replied.

  “I’ve always believed in magic, even before meeting you, as long as I can remember.”

  They walked into the Chelsea and stopped at the front desk. “Hi, gosh I am sorry but I forgot your name?” Greta asked of the clerk that was lucky enough to see her baring all of her womanly charms days earlier.