Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  They got back in their car and headed south down Highway 3. This was what Greta considered to be one of the most beautiful routes in the Midwest. When not passing through small towns, the two-lane highway twisted and turned up and over marvelous hills, with the Shawnee National Forest on the left, and the Mississippi River on the right when heading south. “I love the challenge of passing on a two lane highway,” she giggled.

  “Would you like to stop and visit a Revolutionary War Era French fort?” Greta asked.

  “Nope,” Valia laughed.

  “We are becoming quite the comedian aren’t we?”

  “Valia has good teacher in Greta,” she replied.

  As they rolled into Carbondale, Greta thought it best to just check into a Super 8 motel since Clarissa was already on the way to Vegas, and if Abigail was around she certainly did not want to disturb that little love nest. They got situated in the room with all of their stuff. The front desk clerk gave them an odd look when Valia asked for a room with a single bed. It is definitely not the Chelsea, she thought when registering.

  There is a bit of bible belt happening here, luckily the area does not suffer from it too severely, Greta replied.

  “Come on dear, I am hungry,” Greta said. Valia drove them to the Student Center where they sat down to some toasted veggie subs and cokes. As they strolled through the halls on the way back to the car once finished eating, Rose and another girl came running down the stairway directly in front of them, who from the looks of things, had to be Emily her current lover. The twins had never JTIKED Rose to recognize them, and Greta saw no immediate need in doing so. They smiled at the twins as they walked by, obviously happy to be with each other. “I am really happy she landed with someone she is so happy with so quickly after our breakup,” Greta said smiling at Valia. “You know staying down here for break can be a fun romantic time with the right person,” Greta grinned. “I know where you are dying to go, do you still want to drive?”

  Valia let Greta drive as they left campus, turned right onto Highway 51 and headed south towards Makanda and Giant City. “There are a few orchards on the way where we can get some fruit for the road,” Greta said. Makanda was like a town out of the cowboy era, but with electricity. It being break, there was next to no one around, even in Giant City. Greta drove slowly though the State Park, stopping to converse with a deer. He welcomed Greta back to the park after a few months being gone. “That was some show you put on with the other woman that night that she arrived,” he said referring to Valia.

  “You’re one horny toad,” Greta laughed.

  “Me, you should have seen the other twelve deer watching the two of you up on that ridge, did you come back to continue with her I hope?”

  “It’s nice to be watched,” Valia laughed.

  The deer just mumbled something and hopped back into the woods.

  Greta parked the car just about where she had it the night Valia arrived. They immediately sensed the security camera in a tree. She JTIKED it to make their appearance look completely different when played back. Valia could sense tiny pieces of her ship all over the area. A mist of her ship particles began to emerge from the woods and the open field where the car was parked, attaching themselves to the Pontiac. It was subtle enough not to be noticed on camera, and continued for a few minutes. “Think we have it all?” Greta asked.

  “We will by the time we leave the park.”

  Greta knew now that this was not a nostalgic trip for Valia. By the time they left the park and headed back on Highway 51, most if not all of what was left of her ship was in their possession and now part of the Pontiac.

  On the way back into town, Greta noticed that the Pontiac seemed to be driving by itself. When Greta asked Valia if a new dimension had been added to the car, she told her that now she could indeed drive the car simply by willing it to do what she wanted it to do. “It is safe to say that you will probably not be in too many accidents when driving this vehicle,” Valia giggled.

  “I have never had an accident that was my fault,” Greta laughed. She pulled up at a produce store that owned many of the orchards between town and Giant City. The peaches looked perfect, so Greta purchased a few small shopping bags full of them. Valia loved the way they felt, “A bit like us,” she laughed.

  “Oh, but not quite as delicious,” Greta said licking her lips.

  Greta drove through town and stopped at her apartment in hopes of seeing Abigail. One of her ex-roommates said she would not be back until the weekend. Greta gave them a bag of peaches and asked if they could save a few for her return.

  The twins retired to their motel room. They threw off their clothes and pulled up on the large bed with Macbooks in hand. “You know, the more I read about this Burning Man, the less I understand about it, but the more I think it will be worth visiting.” Greta said. She decided to give Henri a call. “Henri, if you cannot already tell from your caller i.d., this is Greta Garbova.”

  “Greta, how are you, where are you?” Henri asked.

  “We are slowly making our way to the Nevada desert, have you ever heard of Burning Man?” Greta asked.

  “Well than we are not too far from one another really, I am in Mexico at Teotihuacan, shooting three lovely women from the Ukraine.” Henri replied. “What is the Burning Man?”

  “I am not quite sure,” Greta laughed, “but we are going anyway because of all I have read about it. We’ve never been to the desert, the heat, the sun, the stars, the scorpions hehehe.”

  “Sounds magnificent, are you free, on vacation, working?”

  “We are en route to Los Angeles for the Emmy Awards, I know, I know, we are not stars but we have other reasons for attending. The Burning Man looks like it could be one hell of a photo location, only happens once a year,” Greta said.

  “So, you think I should travel all the way to this Burning Man to photograph you?” Henri laughed.

  “I think you’d be crazy if you didn’t,” Greta laughed. “Valia, who is sitting next to me already emailing you the links to the event, is naked and smiling in agreement that you should come and photograph it all, and us of course.”

  “Let me check out the site and my schedule and I will get back to you.”

  “Say hello to the hummingbirds for us,” Greta said and hung up.

  “Greta, at some point we are going to have to travel abroad,” Valia said with a look of concern on her face.

  “Things are definitely out of control in parts of the world, that’s for sure,” Greta replied. “It would be nice if we could reach everyone on the planet at the same time.”

  “What better way than your entertainment industry?” Valia grinned.

  Chapter 23

  Go West

  The twins settled into an evening in the motel deciding to get a very early start in the morning. They were each fond of seeing the sunrise, especially when traveling, and were on the road at four a.m. Valia asked that Greta drive first, because she “wanted to take in the beautiful view.” Greta grumbled a bit at having nothing but McDonald’s coffee as an option at four a.m. that, “Was not Starbucks but drinkable if you load it up with sugar and whatever the stuff was they passed off as cream.” She also knew that Valia was not just going to be taking in the sites, especially since it was very dark driving in the country this early in the morning. No, Valia would perform random JTIKS where she sensed they were needed or would do some good as they drove along.

  They were on the Interstate in Missouri when the sun came up. The cruise west with Greta at the wheel continued non-stop until they arrived in Springfield for a fill up, a tinkle and some Starbucks. “You know, I don’t think this is where the Simpsons live,” Greta laughed after pumping the gas. “Come to think of it, neither is our Springfield in Illinois.” “Would you like to drive my dear?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Valia smiled.

  In little over an hour they were crossing the border into Oklahoma. The twins could both sense the intense vibe they were experi
encing the closer they got to Oklahoma. Immediately after crossing the state border, they were visited by two women from the Shawnee Tribe who appeared in the back seat. They knew that Greta had been wondering about The Trail of Tears ever since she arrived in Southern Illinois. These two women explained to them what really happened, and how they did not survive the journey. Before they departed, the twins were told many spirits would greet them on this journey and that they should not fear any of them. “You will be guided by the Apache to the Navajo Reservation,” they spoke together before they vanished.

  “This is going to happen a lot out here, isn’t it?” Greta asked.

  “Yes.” Valia replied.

  They decided to lengthen their hair to the small of their backs before visiting, or being visited by whatever was waiting for them on the Navajo Reservation. Feeling a slight tingling sensation, Greta opened her cut off jeans to find that her pubic hair above her vulva was slightly longer. She reached inside Valia’s shorts to find they did indeed match, again. “Am I you?” Greta asked.

  “Am I you?” Valia asked.

  “I am she as you are she as you are me and we are all together,” Greta started singing, her shorts still undone. “Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Oh you been a naughty girl and let your knickers down.”

  “Exchange gifts, what shall we trade?” Greta asked as they drove down the highway.

  “You take the word too literally perhaps,” Valia replied. “The word has different meanings, in this case, it could be a display of ideas or blessings.”

  Two more women, these from the Creek Tribe, visited them as they passed by Broken Arrow. They told Greta of their passage along the Trail of Tears that brought their people to settle there. Greta marveled at their strength and beauty. Before they departed they taught Greta their word for love. “Ga ge yu I,” the smaller of the two replied. “Let me make sure I have it right,” Greta giggled, “guh gay you eee?” They nodded their approval and vanished offering them a blessing as they did.

  “Greta ga ge yu I Valia,” Greta said holding Valia’s hair between her fingers.

  “Valia guh gay you eee Greta,” Valia giggled. “I know what you are thinking, and I approve if it would please you.”

  “I just think we would match the environment better if we did,” Greta laughed, “they looked amazing.”

  While still holding Valia’s hair between her fingers, they changed their hair color to match the two young women who visited them.

  “Oh baby, come here,” Greta said as she moved over to start kissing Valia on the neck, their long black hair flowing in the breeze. “You may be more gorgeous than ever, hmm, let’s see,” she paused to once again undo her shorts and have a look, “yep, top and tails match.”

  “There cannot possibly be another like you anywhere,” Valia laughed.

  Nearing the border between Oklahoma and Texas, they were visited by young twin girls from the Navajo Nation. They presented them with their tribal dresses made of buckskin, and directed them to their first destination in New Mexico, explaining that the Apache they’d meet would seem fierce compared to the visitors they’d had prior to meeting them. “They are your formal guide and bodyguard to your final destination on our reservation,” the twins spoke together. “Hazh Ogo Nanin,” they again chimed together. “Walk in peace,” they offered as the translation before vanishing.

  Greta marveled at the craftsmanship of the dresses that lay in her lap. As they approached the Texas border, the twins sent the Pontiac into VIZU bypassing having to drive through the state at all. Greta got a horrible vibe from the state as they neared it, adding to the already ill feelings she had for it. The Pontiac appeared again on Highway 70 just northeast of Roswell in New Mexico.

  “You know many think my government has alien beings, or the dead bodies from a crash long ago, hidden somewhere in Roswell,” Greta said. “I wish we had time to find out if they do, or if it is just another secret government testing site,” she laughed.

  “The ship of an unknown species did crash here, and your government has benefited from what they learned.” Valia replied. “Luckily they are a friendly species, since they have returned many times since then.”

  “I bet they are not as pretty as you,” Greta smiled, batting her eyelashes.

  They simply bypassed Roswell as if it were any other town on the trip heading west. On a remote stretch of highway, they stopped to change into the dresses they were given. “I don’t know how I am going to be able to control myself with you looking like you do in that dress,” Greta grinned.

  Valia went on to explain how they were going to be seen as very special visitors. “They will be fully aware that I am from another star,” Valia said. “Unlike on your world, we will be seen as a very unique form of two spirit beings.”

  As the Pontiac passed the town of Hondo, their Apache guide and bodyguard arrived. There were braves sitting on each of the four fenders of the car, and the back seat now full with two more braves and a woman sitting between them. They all bowed together before the woman spoke.

  “We were told of your coming,” the woman said. “You will fly us here,” she thought, directing the twins to a secluded part of Navajo Lake. Greta and Valia smiled, held hands, activated VIZU, and in a few moments they were parked on a rocky surface at the shores of Navajo Lake. The Apache guide and bodyguard vanished the instant the Pontiac appeared at the shoreline. The area was secluded. Greta noticed twelve Navajo women standing together under the shade of a few trees. One of them motioned for the twins to come to them.

  They spoke in their native Navajo tongue and the twins understood and replied in kind. “We are pleased to see that our gift fits you so well,” one of the women said. “I am Yuhzhee,” she said, “my family members are pleased that you altered your appearance to meet with us, but they ask if they may see you as you really look.” The twins looked at each other and in an instant, their hair was shortened to just below the shoulder blades, and back to its original bright blonde color. Greta felt that now familiar tingling sensation near her pubes and thought, Tops and tails match. All of the Navajo women giggled amongst themselves when she did.

  “Yuhzhee, thank you for your generosity and friendship,” Valia replied. Greta smiled and thanked them as well. They all sat down on colorful thick blankets in the shade under the trees. For hours they discussed many topics, about their past, their origins, the future. All of the Navajo women were nadleehi, two spirit people, when they lived their lives. Only one of them had met a two-spirit person from another world before, something that both pleased and fascinated her, but she knew that Valia was the extraordinary visitor her people had long been waiting for.

  “You’re arrival has been predicted for many generations,” Nizhoni said. “You are known to us as Estsanatlehi, which means Changing Woman. Legend has it that Estanatlehi created the first man and woman from pieces of her own skin.”

  “Well you are not that far off,” Greta said. “Valia and I standing here before you is living proof.”

  When their meeting was drawing to a close, the women all kissed and hugged. “We will be ready when you call,” Yuhzhee said before all of the Navajo women vanished, leaving behind the colorful blankets they had all been sitting on.

  “Would you like to drive?” Greta asked.

  “Love to,” Valia smiled as they joined hands, activated VIZU, and in short order were cruising west on Highway 160 towards Nevada.

  “It’s starting to get dark and we are going to miss some fab sites,” Greta said. “Clarissa does not expect us before tomorrow, let’s head to that Best Western Hotel and I promise I will let you drive all the way to Las Vegas in the morning.”

  “No,” Valia replied.

  “No, oh, ok,” Greta said before turning to see Valia holding back her laughter.

  “I am almost as much of a brat as my sister,” Valia laughed.

  They pulled up at the Best Western Hotel and checked in. The town was part of the huge Navajo Nati
on. They were surrounded by reservations, so it seemed fitting that they spend the night amongst friends.

  Valia was overjoyed that Greta suggested they spend the night. Once in their rooms, they discovered that the entire area was one fabulous natural attraction after another. They shed their clothes and settled into each other’s arms on the bed. With all the visits they’d had throughout the day, Greta could not help but feel as though they were being watched from beyond, a feeling she never really experienced before in her short lifetime.

  Just before ten o’clock, Greta received a call from Henri. “Hello Henri, are you still in Mexico?” Greta asked.

  “Yes, this shoot is finished.” Henri replied. “I wanted to let you know that I would very much like to join Valia and yourself at this desert gathering.”

  “Well, that is great,” Greta said putting the phone on speaker. “We are at a little town in Arizona for the night then off to Vegas in the morning.”

  “I must tell you, when I arrived back at my room, after a long day of shooting, I stretched out on the bed and fell asleep. I had a dream with the two of you in it, the both of you wearing Native American dresses and your hair was long and black.”

  Valia started to giggle. “I bet we looked really hot,” Greta laughed.

  “Well, how could you not?” Henri laughed. “I will call you tomorrow when I get to San Francisco.”

  “Goodnight Henri, pleasant dreams,” the twins said in deep breathy sexy voices.

  “You are so lucky to be women,” Henri laughed and hung up.

  “You know,” Greta said, “if all the men in the world loved and respected women and themselves as much as Henri, the world would surely be a better place.”

  Valia looked at her, turned up her left eyebrow and smiled. “That is a marvelous idea.”

  “Marvelous indeed.”

  They settled into checking their email and placing a few calls before calling it an intimate orgasmic delight of a night. Before first light, after the morning shower that had indeed become a daily ritual, they packed their bags, checked out and left with complimentary Continental Breakfast coffee and donuts in hand. Valia started the car and lowered the top. They sat in the car eating their donuts under the predawn star filled sky. “I would love to travel out there,” Greta said looking up at the glowing ink black sky. “I would imagine it is pretty boring until you get to some beautiful destination huh?”