Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “Greta are you ok?” Clarissa shouted as one of the men tried to order her and Robyn back to the where the others were. They immediately went into action rendering the two unconscious with shattered body parts before running towards the twins.

  “You girls were fantastic, I have never seen such a marvelous martial arts display, thank you for saving the day,” Greta shouted giving each of them a hug.

  “Aw we just did it to get a hug from the two of you in the nude,” Robyn replied. “What’s the deal with these two?”

  “It’s the strangest thing, they just took their pistols out and after telling us to shut up or else, shot each other in the foot.” Valia replied. “Firearms are such disgusting things, but those who brandish them are even more disgusting.”

  Robyn was already on her cel calling for police. When they arrived Greta explained that Valia understood some Russian and told the police what the older woman had said and what their intent was. “I believe that if you check thoroughly, these young girls with them are missing,” Greta continued. “They traffic young women and boys internationally in a sex trade.”

  The twins JTIKED the police to not insist they accompany them back to the station to press charges and fill out a report. They left with the entire group in tow. “Want to drive Robyn?” Greta asked. “I am still a bit shaken.”

  “Absolutely,” Robyn replied.

  “What an experience huh?” Valia asked.

  “I have never had to use what I know until today,” Clarissa replied. “It felt good to use it on a couple of men wanting to ruin our lives.”

  “Yeah, leveling a scumbag felt good,” Robyn said, “but the high point of this trip was what we saw and heard while swimming underwater, did you catch any of that marvelous experience?”

  “Part of it, those dolphins are something else huh?” Greta giggled.

  They laughed it up all the way back to the hotel where they retired to their rooms to wash the sand and surf out of their hair. “You’re amazing my dear,” Greta said before kissing Valia deeply.

  “Clarissa and Robyn were truly amazing, and so brave, the speed with which they knew exactly what to do to defend themselves and aid us.” Valia replied.

  “And you had nothing to do with that?” Greta smiled.

  “Nothing,” Valia said leading Greta into the shower.

  After their usual shower complete with orgasmic delights, they settled into their Macbooks and some news. Greta made a call to Henri to confirm Sunday, which was still on track. She was actually surprised not to find any more messages from Teddy. She did however find a few emails from Amelia, explaining that Teddy had something important to discuss with them, and hoped they could call at their earliest convenience. The second email simply said to take along lots of water and sun block.

  The hotel recommended Gianni’s Pizza for dinner, since the hotel restaurant served an abundance of seafood. The twins once again met Clarissa and Robyn in the hall outside their rooms and headed out for a pizza dinner.

  Afterwards they returned to the hotel to lounge, have a few drinks and watch the sun set. The sunset truly was a gorgeous site to behold. Clarissa and Robyn both confessed to feeling different about the planet and could not explain why. The twins knew all too well that the JTIK they performed in the desert with the group of Navajo women was at least part of the reason.

  The sunset seemed romantic enough, but when the sun finally set, and the sky darkened, it filled with stars, even though they were at the edge of a city with all of its nightlights. This was all it took to send Clarissa and Robyn packing back to their room with the twins right behind them. “Remember my brave friends, we should hit the road by about seven ok?” Greta smiled as they disappeared behind their hotel room door giggling in agreement. “They do make a magnificent Margarita here don’t they?” Greta said to Valia, choosing to remain somewhat affected by the alcohol in her system.

  Chapter 26

  Burning Man

  Seven a.m. arrived quickly with Valia in Greta’s arms and not on the computer or watching television surprisingly. “Wow, was it the Margarita’s?” Greta asked.

  “Dah,” Valia grinned.

  They decided to take what might be their last shower for a few days, packing their things and calling over to confirm that Clarissa and Robyn were up and on schedule. After meeting in the hall, turning in their keys and packing up the Jeep, they made their way to the nearest Starbucks where they each ordered two large lattes with extra shots.

  It was going to be a leisurely seven hour drive back out to the desert, taking them past San Francisco, through Sacramento and Reno once back in Nevada, before heading north from there to the Burning Man, with Valia behind the wheel for the start of the trip once again. The twins said goodbye to the sea life they could reach as they headed out while they were still near the ocean. They had hoped to hear a blast from the jellyfish, but did not.

  “I’m really going to miss the ocean,” Clarissa said.

  “Me too,” Robyn agreed.

  Valia drove all the way to Reno Nevada, and only needed to pull over twice for the girls to squat at the side of the road and have a tinkle. “Good practice for the next few days,” Greta laughed.

  In Reno, they stopped for lunch and gas, and more snacks for the next few days. “I was thinking of fasting when out here,” Greta said while they were shopping.

  “That sounds like a fab idea, water only, I would shed like twenty pounds in a few days in this desert heat,” Robyn laughed.

  A call to Henri confirmed that he had decided to head down with a small crew for the burn Saturday night, and on Sunday an early shoot before the heat started to get unbearable. Clarissa drove from Reno to the site, passing very few vehicles on the way. The further they drove the hotter it seemed to get. Arriving at the site, they were greeted by a few people in colorful costumes. The twins had already JTIKED their admission uncontested since they never really bothered to acquire tickets. Greta felt the work they would do at the event was worth far more than a few hundred dollars.

  “You ladies look like you are packed a little light for this event,” a man dressed in what looked like anything he could find out in his garage, including animal skeletons said.

  “Really, tell me, what is the best place for us to set up, you know, since we are Burning Man virgins?” Clarissa asked.

  “A good place for you would probably be the Gypsy Nomads camp, caters to and caresses first time women visitors, drama free, and they serve a dynamite cup of espresso I’ve been told.”

  “Espresso?” Greta grinned, “We’re there.

  The gent gave them the directions to the camp where they were greeted with open arms. When the twins stepped out of the vehicle one of the women running the camp stared at them in awe. “This should be called the Burning Woman,” she laughed. “Welcome, I am Jean, this is Maggie, you arrived just in time to settle in and see the man burn later on. Missed a nasty dust storm yesterday so you’ll have to excuse us if you find a bit of sand in your coffee and on everything else,” she laughed.

  The girls introduced themselves and settled in to unloading their vehicle and putting up the tent Greta bought. Clarissa and Robyn were acclimating to the desert clime slowly which had them a bit off in their actions until the twins JTIKED them to an immediate adjustment. Once they set up a place to call home, they received advice and directions from a few of the women there who were repeat veterans of the event. “It’s a lot of walking if you want to see it all,” she said, “but you are welcome to use these bikes if you like, it being so late in the event and all, you’ll just see more.”

  “Thank you so much for your offer, I will certainly take you up on that later,” Clarissa said. They each grabbed a liter of water and put them in the thick canvas carriers that they could carry on their shoulders, and headed out to see as much as they could before the sun set and the Man burned. Greta miraculously had a strong enough signal to text Henri and let him know where they could be found after the evening
festivities.

  The heat was intense as they walked through some of the most colorful and bizarre costumed humans they had ever seen. Valia seemed extremely entertained, and was the first to remove her bikini top and tie it to her water carrier. Greta removed her top immediately as well. “No tan lines, no tan lines,” she started to chant quietly turning to Clarissa and Robyn.

  “Oh what the hell,” Clarissa said. “You cannot come all the way out here and go home with tan lines,” she giggled giving Robyn a look that made her remove hers as well.

  “Well now that we are in agreement,” Greta laughed, “let’s head over to that rather large tent over there.”

  This was the largest gathering of people they had seen since the demonstration in D.C. Arriving at the tent, they saw that it was a large Café that offered food and drink and shade. When they entered a few people who looked like they were half alive and lying about, seemed to spring to life seeing the four of them stroll into the café topless, unpainted, not yet dusty, sober and glowing from sunscreen. A few men standing around nude but for their boots gazed at them in awe. Robyn turned to the others and giggled after seeing one of the men get an immediate erection.

  So that is what those look like on your world, Valia thought.

  Yeah, I don’t know how they live with those thingies, Greta giggled in thought. Everyone was very friendly, the mood festive with a very high level of positive energy emanating from everywhere at the site.

  “Well I don’t need any food, and I don’t want any alcohol, but the shade is nice,” Robyn said.

  “Yeah, there is so much more to see, and we have some work to do tomorrow morning, which by the way I insist you are present for,” Greta replied, “let’s continue the tour.”

  Before they walked the distance of the large café, they were offered food and drink and places to stay by at least six people. Much of the artwork they passed was nothing short of awesome. The open space just seemed to command large objects and pieces of work to make a statement. There were so many people in costume that were experiencing some degree of altered states. Some looked extremely menacing, that is until you heard them welcome you, and some looked so beautiful and light it seemed that they could just fly away.

  Your species seems to have a pre-occupation with aliens from outer space, Valia thought.

  Yeah, they love us, and honey I say us because I know that I am no longer me, that’s for sure, Greta thought turning to give Valia a wink and a blown kiss.

  When they stopped at the Temple of Forgiveness, Greta thought it a bit of a waste to burn such a beautiful structure. Clarissa loved the Barbie Death Camp and billed it as “nothing short of a stroke of genius.”

  For Valia, the large sculptures of the figure, especially those in a piece showing Adoration, were the closest she had seen to art on her world. She found them to be masterfully planned and executed.

  “Honey, you look so surprised and happy, like a little girl staring at the Christmas tree all lit up with presents underneath,” Greta smiled.

  “I love this work,” Valia replied. “For a moment there, they made me, I believe the word is, homesick.”

  Greta gave her a big hug and kiss that certainly drew a lot of stares. “I adore you.”

  “I know.”

  “Greta, is that really you or am I dreaming?” a shout was heard muted by thinner air and hot temps on the playa. It was Sissy Carlo who was covered from head to toe in pink that was clinging to her young curves like a second skin. “Greta, and oh my gosh,” she screamed noticing Valia, Clarissa and Robyn. “How long have you been here?”

  “We could only make it for the weekend, Sissy, how are you?” Greta replied.

  “Uhm, I’m pretty buzzed out of my gord at the moment,” she laughed. “They burn the man tonight and we have been partying all day.” She was with a few members of her band and others she had met while on tour. “I am sure we will run into each other before this ends.”

  “We set up our bright green Tee Pee Tent at the Gypsy Nomads Camp over there, somewhere,” Greta replied. “It has a long fuchsia nylon streamer hanging from the top.”

  “Fabulous, let’s keep our eyes open for each other tonight, ok?”

  “You know it,” Greta said giving her a big hug. “Nice outfit.”

  “Yeah, you learn pretty quick here it is better sometimes to be covered not to get burned by the sun, rather than using sun screen that all the dust and sand sticks to.”

  “I miss a shower already,” Greta laughed looking at Valia.

  The girls slowly made their way back to their tent. Robyn thought it might be a good idea to relax a bit and get ready for the party set to happen shortly.

  When they returned, they were greeted with an offer of vegetarian tacos and margaritas that they all agreed to. “It is just so wonderful that you have been setting up a place for new arrivals like us for so many years,” Clarissa said. “This margarita is like the best I have ever had.”

  Greta and Valia had pulled out large towels and were wiping the sunscreen and grit off each other’s bodies before disappearing into the tent. Inside they instantly braided each other’s hair and stepped out of the tent holding their Navajo dresses. “Oh my, Valia, those are amazing, where did you get them?”

  “They were a gift from someone we met on the way out here,” Valia replied.

  “Yes, we thought they would be nice to wear this evening,” Greta replied.

  “You know, it can get pretty chilly to downright cold out here at night,” Maggie said.

  “Thanks for the tip,” Clarissa said. She and Robyn now took turns wiping down each other’s bodies before finding some fresh clothes to wear for the evening. “Greta, I am impressed with everything you got together for this trip on such short notice,” Clarissa said exiting the tent.

  “Aw, the internet makes it easy, really,” Greta laughed, “that and a little eyelash batting.”

  “Could I possibly get a picture of the two of you in those dresses before it gets too dark?” Jean asked.

  “But of course,” Greta replied.

  She and Valia stood up and removed each others cut off jeans. They slipped the dresses on and adjusted them for each other to look just right. “Where would you like us?”

  “Is that a loaded question?” Jean laughed. “How about right over here?” she replied walking out into the open and positioning them in front of a colorful flowery sculpture. The twins struck a variety of poses, alone, with Jean and some of her friends, with Clarissa and Robyn, and finally a group shot. “Thanks, those are going to look great,” Jean said.

  The sun was setting, and one after another, Burners were heading over to the days main event, the Burning of the Man. Many were zipping by on bicycles, some walking. They were accompanied by Maggie and a few festival veterans as the strolled over to the main event. Darkness came very quickly, interrupted only by the passing car or person wearing lights, or the lighting on structures and artwork.

  The Burn Festivities began, complete with fireworks and music that could be heard from somewhere out in the darkness. Shortly into the traditional Burning of the Man, a series of intense fire explosions occurred on what looked like oil derricks catching everyone off guard, causing a loud communal scream of surprise.

  “It was certainly the fastest the Man has ever burned since I have been coming here,” Maggie said.

  When this was over, Greta and Valia decided to return to their camp to be alone. Clarissa and Robyn accompanied Maggie to a few dance parties.

  Back at the teepee, Valia found a note pinned to the tent. “I am here,” it said, with a map of where Henri could be found.

  “Honey, I am tired of walking,” Greta whined and giggled. In a moment they were standing a few feet away from three SUV’s with a tent set up over all of them. Henri was sitting outside the middle vehicle.

  “Henri darling,” the twins chimed walking up to him.

  “What a magnificent vision the two of you are, what is that you are weari
ng?” Henri asked, standing up to give each of them a big hug.

  “Oh, they were a gift from some Navajo women we met,” Greta replied. “It is so good to see you.”

  “I have a few of the same crew members you met in New York,” Henri said, as he introduced the twins to the few members of his team that did not run over to see the Man burn.

  Henri offered them cool drinks before sitting down to briefly discuss the shoot, or shoots, in the morning. Valia described the magnificent figure sculptures he undoubtedly arrived too late to see as an option. Henri did not want to get caught up in too much ‘Visual Interference,” as he put it, yet wanted the shots to clearly show they were in the desert at Burning Man. They decided to get started at the crack of dawn and see where it all took them.

  The twins wished Henri and his team a goodnight as they headed back to their teepee. On the way they decided they wanted to be completely along and in an instant found themselves floating high above the playa, looking down on the marvelous event. “Tomorrow I want the photos taken to scream the love I have for you.” Greta said.

  “Yes,” Valia replied as they found themselves back in their teepee, naked, more in love than ever, and experiencing their first Burning Man Virgin orgasms that lasted into the night.

  The twins heard Clarissa and Robyn return, trying to be as quiet as they could after having a few drinks and dancing. The teepee had been separated by a large piece of pink nylon that acted as the perfect room divider. Valia had JTIKED the tent for sound privacy.

  Just before dawn, Greta was greeted at the teepee opening by Debbie, one of Henri’s assistants who guided them back to their location flashlight in hand. When they arrived, Henri handed each of them a large Starbucks latte that he had sent someone back to Reno to get. “I remembered you love your Starbucks,” he laughed.