Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “I would have to pick up a few cactus plants before we left,” Valia grinned.

  “How long would it take you to pack?”

  “We’re already packed,” Valia laughed as Greta heard a whoosh of clothing flying from dressers and closets before a pair of suitcases slammed shut. “Are shorts, tanks and sandals ok for the trip?”

  “That is impressive, but do you even know the meaning of the world salacious?” Greta giggled.

  “Appealing to or stimulating sexual desire, lascivious, lustful, wanton, lewd, libidinous, pornographic,” Valia replied, “shall I continue?”

  “Let’s go find you some cacti,” Greta laughed.

  They settled the hotel tab, threw their belongings into the trunk of the Pontiac and drove to a shop recommended by the hotel called The Twisted Tulip. Valia picked out a few beautiful cactus pieces housing multiple plants. “I’ll drive I guess,” Greta grinned. On the way out of town, somewhere between Fort Lipton and Fort Morgan on I-76, the Pontiac vanished from the highway and reappeared exiting the Holland Tunnel in Manhattan with the sound of the twins singing the chorus to the same Interpol song Greta began in Colorado, “Combat salacious removal.” Greta parked the car and climbed over to the passenger seat Valia had been sitting in. “Would you mind taking it the rest of the way, I feel like I’ve been driving all day,” Greta giggled.

  “Yes,” Valia replied.

  When they pulled up at the apartment, Greta hopped out to open the garage door. Inside her apartment, Krystyna heard the sound of the front door opening and, seeing who it was, ran out to greet the twins. “Dobry wieczor,” Krystyna said, “Greta and Valia, jestes tak piekna, welcome home my darlings.”

  “Aw, Krystyna, thank you again for watching over my babies,” Valia said. “Did you receive my gift?”

  “Tak, and I have spent it already,” Krystyna laughed. She helped them into the apartment with their things and insisted they stop down at her place for a home cooked meal, which Greta agreed to immediately. “See you about six o’clock, and just bring yourselves,” Krystyna spoke as she left closing the door behind her.

  Greta knew that Valia could not wait to get up to the roof, so she snatched her away from the bags they had just dropped on the floor taking her up to the roof. They were greeted by a chorus of welcome from all of Valia’s plants. “Love your new hair,” “beautiful, just beautiful.” Valia walked around talking to her plants, so Greta gave her a big hug, and excused herself heading back to the apartment to unpack. No sooner did she get her bag open, did the phone ring. “Bonjour Henri, c’est Greta, comment etes-vous?” she answered.

  “Ah, your French is very good, I am fine my dear, how are you, where are you?” Henri asked.

  “We are back in New York, Valia missed her plants,” Greta giggled. “To what do I owe this call from you?”

  “I have emailed you the link to how your rooftop shoot will look, nothing short of magnificent.”

  “I bet you say that to all the tall twins you know.”

  “Ha ha, wait until you see them, at times I have a hard time telling you apart, utterly amazing.” “With your approval I would like to make them live this week.”

  “I will get together with Valia in a bit to review them and email you back, after our Polish dinner.”

  “Mmmm, a home cooked Polish dinner, now I am jealous.” Henri laughed. “Have a fabulous evening and I will watch for your email.”

  “Goodnight Henri,” Greta purred and hung up the phone.

  Greta was still finding sand in much of their belongings from burning man. The desert sand and dust particles began separating from everything they owned that had been with them on the road, and collected in an empty candy dish. She handed it to Valia when she entered a few moments later, “from the desert, for your cactus plants,” Greta smiled.

  “How considerate of you, and how masterfully done,” Valia smiled. She turned the television on and flipped through the news channels. The news was somewhat brighter than before they had headed west, but there was so much more they had to do. “We should look at Henri’s work no?” Valia asked.

  Greta had already unpacked everything and strolled over to Valia handing her Macbook to her. She opened the email program she had given to Henri and clicked on the link. Greta knew that Valia was more anxious to see how her plants looked in the images rather than the two of them. “Well, what do you think?” Valia asked.

  “I think your ferns are so photogenic,” Greta giggled. “That palm tree is sure to cause a few erections and soak a few pairs of panties I can tell you.”

  “I think so too,” Valia laughed.

  She replied to Henri instantly giving their approval for the immediate release of the images. After flying through a vast number of tasks online as she usually did, Valia closed the notebook and began flipping through the stations on the television. She paused at a show already talking about the awards ceremony they agreed to attend in a week, and the fashions the stars would be wearing in particular. “Why are they called stars?” Valia asked.

  “In films, originally actors and actresses had to help build sets and do the work of the film crews, and they were not credited with being in the film,” Greta read from her notebook. “As the popularity of certain outstanding performers increased, the studios developed a star system as a means of selling and promoting their movies, hence the start of the movie star.”

  “Thank you for your thorough presentation,” Valia smiled clapping her hands.

  “Hey, come on, don’t want to be late for dinner.” Greta said.

  Krystyna let them into her apartment and told them to have a seat at the table. It was already set with everything they would need, including their meal. “I hope you like my pierogi,” she laughed.

  “It all smells so delicious Krystyna, thank you,” the twins replied.

  At dinner they told her about much of their road trip, leaving some parts out so they would not have to explain travel times.

  “This is such a marvelous country to be young in,” Krystyna said. “So tell me, will I be able to view some of the work you posed for?”

  “Of course darling, you’re a big girl,” Greta laughed. “We will email you a preview, the plants look fabulous.”

  The twins insisted on helping clean up after dinner and would not take no for an answer. They then retired to the living room and shared part of a quiet friendly evening with Krystyna, who they discovered, was heading to a love interest at the end of October. “I still have a little love juice left in this old body,” she laughed. Hearing that, the twins looked at each other and agreed to JTIK Krystyna. She would be unaware of the fact that she now looked nearly twenty years younger, or that she would now be able to bring herself and others to a new level of orgasm similar to what the twins were capable of.

  “Well, it’s getting late and that long drive took it out of me,” Greta said as they wished Krystyna a goodnight and went back to their apartment.

  “I could use one of your massages my dear sister,” Greta smiled turning to kiss Valia deeply as the apartment door closed behind them.

  “Yes.” Valia replied.

  “You know, I always see stars when I climax with you.” Greta giggled.

  “Why are they called stars?” Valia asked.

  She received no answer as they bypassed the massage and melted into each other’s arms for the night.

  In the apartment downstairs, Krystyna saw similar stars to those Greta spoke of for the first time in her life as she used a few of the new techniques acquired from the twins on herself.

  “Why are they called stars?” she thought as she slipped into a deep restful post orgasmic sleep.

  Chapter 30

  Here There And Everywhere

  "Donna Karan darling, it must be Donna Karan, I insist,” Greta said, using her best Greta Garbo imitation trying not to laugh out loud.

  Valia just laughed since she could care less whose gowns they wore to the festivities in Hollywoodland as she put
it.

  “Yeah, well that is great, but you’d look fabulous wearing anything, even a burlap sack,” Teddy said. “Let me know if there is anything you need before you head west.”

  “It would be nice if you were there with us.” Greta said and hung up the phone.

  Earlier in the day the twins surprised Teddy at one of the final locations he was shooting at. Before stopping by, they paid a visit to D. K. and asked to have gowns created that were inspired by the Navajo dresses they received. Being so taken by the quality of the garments, she designed a magnificent floor length version of the dresses for the twins, cross draped gowns made of a flowing material similar in texture to the Navajo material, but a brighter color bordering on chartreuse, complete with matching headbands. The twins had just popped in, unnoticed at the end of a take, “That’s a wra, oh my god, what are you doing here, I mean what, what hello.” Teddy stuttered.

  “Wrap?” Greta asked.

  “Yes of course, that’s a wrap,” Teddy smiled back in reply, holding his hand to his chest. “Y-you gotta stop surprising me like that, I may have a bad ticker old as I am, and I’ve always had a dream that I die just before finishing a movie.”

  “You’ve a lot of movie making left in you Teddy,” Valia smiled.

  “Girls, please come here, come into my trailer,” Teddy said, “Tammy, where is Amelia, can you get them some Starbucks?”

  “Hello again, extra shots?” Tammy asked.

  “Yes, please,” Greta replied.

  Teddy was in the middle of explaining the role the twins would play in the movie he had in mind for them when their lattes were delivered. “This is going to be a starring role, I mean the two of you will be acting throughout most of the filming,” “it’s a real gamble but I have faith in your abilities from what I have seen.”

  “It is a very generous offer, but we will simply have to consider it and see how it fits into our busy schedule,” Greta replied and they left the offer at that for the present. “So you are going to actually be in L.A. but you will not be at the show with us?”

  “I’d probably break out in hives, I feel nauseas just thinking about it, what with all the lights and the questions and the polite paparazzi,” Teddy laughed. “Is there anything you need for the trip west, makeup, perfume, evening gowns?”

  “It’s all taken care of,” Greta laughed. “We will be in close touch, but not too close, wouldn’t want to injure your ticker.”

  “Yeah, my ticker, it already goes into Viagra mode just seeing the two of you.” Teddy replied before the twins stood up, kissed him on his cheeks, and left the trailer.

  On the way home from D.K.’s, the twins hopped in a taxi and went to The Plantworks. Valia wanted to pick up ‘some stuff’ as she put it, for their plants, not to mention a few more plants. When they walked into the place, Greta got the feeling that eventually they were going to own at least one of everything in the place, not only from the look on Valia’s face, but the unbelievable greeting they received when entering.

  “I’m getting used to it,” Greta laughed when Valia asked how she was handling the intensity of some of the greetings. A few months earlier and she would have buckled under the strain of communicating with a veritable jungle of newfound friends from the plant world. “I think we should buy a pickup truck,” she laughed.

  “Could we?” Valia replied all bright eyed.

  “Yes, but a small one, and it will have to be stick shift and get good gas mileage.” Greta smiled.

  As their carts were nearing full capacity, they noticed Sloan Mitchell from the gathering in D.C. who in turn” recognized them immediately. “Greta, and Valia right?” she smiled.

  “I am honored that you remember,” Greta replied. “How has your summer been treating you?”

  “Everybody hurts, sometimes,” she said. “My summer has been a full plate, that’s for sure.” “That is quite a load you have their, are you doing some landscaping?”

  “We love the smell of damp earth,” the twins giggled together.

  “Oh, don’t you know it,” Sloan laughed. “Love your new hair color by the way.”

  “Thanks,” Valia replied as they went their own way in the vast store to finish up their shopping.

  “She’s here all the time,” a Yucca plant said. “I hear she has what you call a green thumb.”

  When they were finished shopping, the twins headed out the door and tried hailing a taxi. They were just about to JTIK a driver to actually stop for them and their two carts full of plants and other supplies when Sloan pulled up in her Volvo Station Wagon and offered them a lift.

  “That’s very nice of you,” Valia said, “thank you so much.”

  “Don’t mention it, most of those cabs won’t stop for you, hard to believe I know, especially the way the two of you look,” Sloan laughed.

  The twins invited her up to have a cup of tea, which led to them taking her out to dinner. Sloan was quite the conversationalist, so informed on the mess the planet was in. She had no idea that all she hoped for when talking to the twins, they would eventually make happen. Their friendship was instantaneous and profound, they knew they had found a lifelong friend.

  “I have a confession to make,” Sloan said. “When I first saw the two of you in D.C., I got the impression that you were just a couple of blonde, gorgeous bubbleheads from your awesome appearance, but you are two of the most intelligent, sincere and knowledgeable people I have ever met.”

  “Aw, you’re gonna make us blush,” Greta laughed. After dinner they took a taxi back to their place for Sloan to pick up her car.

  “Have fun in LaLaLand,” Sloan laughed. “I will be looking for you, and I never watch award shows.”

  They hugged and parted company. She is one of my favorite people on this planet,” Greta said as they opened their front door and walked up the stairs to Valia’s babies. Greta did not immediately attack her as the door closed. “I am going to control myself until you are satisfied that all your new babies are in the proper place, then look out,” Greta laughed.

  “You really are the nicest person I know,” Valia giggled.

  “I am.”

  About an hour later the lights went out, the twins melting into each other to the ambient song emanating from the rapidly filling apartment full of plants.

  Greta awoke to the sight of Valia’s face next to hers, eyes wide open and smiling at her. “Do you think we should start jogging and doing yoga with all the pizza we eat?” Valia asked.

  “Why yes, yes I do,” Greta replied. “You see, there is this horrible enemy of human females called cellulite, or is it celluweight, anyway, it is horrible, renders us undesirable sexually.”

  “We will combat this cellu whatever it is.” Valia smiled.

  Greta noticed she had one of the plants in a pot next to the television set. “Careful not to get water on the tellie,” Greta said.

  “Oh, the plant, it is not staying here,” Valia replied. “We are going to plant it in the park, it’s for John.”

  “What a thoughtful and marvelous thing to do,” Greta said kissing her on the cheek.

  “It is a very special plant,” Valia said, “imported from Japan, tough as hell, can easily survive a New York winter, it doesn’t get weeds, doesn’t need to be tended to, can survive in shade, it blooms and the bees really love them.” “It also can duplicate the sound of forty seven musical instruments, so I thought that would be a trait John would be particularly interested in.”

  “How long did it take you to memorize that?” Greta laughed.

  “Point six three seconds.” Valia smiled. “Shall we take a cab or just pop in?”

  “Let’s see, it’s a weekday, traffic, tons of people out, I think a taxi if we can screen for a good smelling one,” Greta replied.

  “I will find us a good one.”

  It was a beautiful Indian Summer day when the twins stepped outside, a Hybrid Yellow Taxi pulling up at the curb as they did. “How about breakfast first?” Greta asked.
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  “Yes, since we will now be doing yoga and jogging,” Valia smiled.

  “Empire Diner, and please wait for us, we shan’t be long,” Greta said.

  The taxi waited while they sat down to a shared plate of blueberry pancakes. Valia JTIKED the staff to give them quick service, and the customers to not care that they did. When they were finished, they left a hefty tip and instructed the driver to stop at the nearest Starbucks. With their lattes in hand, they sat back and enjoyed a leisurely, slow ride to Central Park.

  “Have you heard my lyrics yet for you know what?” Greta asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t like them.” Greta said.

  “Quite the contrary, Valia replied, “Human poetry is still quite alien to me, but I am learning.”

  “Haaa, well then it should make for a fab combo with your music, considering who you write and perform it with,” Greta smiled.

  The taxi pulled up at Central Park. The twins walked to the site, Valia marveling at the different vibe she was getting from the park in the daylight. As they approached Strawberry Field, they saw John wearing a white suit, talking to a woman wearing a long silvery grey summer coat and a hat that looked like something out the nineteen thirties. John’s hair was longer than the last time they had seen him.

  “Janis said to say hello,” Greta shouted as they approached, JTIKING all around to ignore them while they met.

  “Why hello, love what you’ve done with your hair,” John smiled.

  “Likewise.” Greta smiled.

  “There is someone here I am sure you will be very happy to meet,” John said. The woman turned to look at the twins, her left eyebrow curved upwards. Greta’s mouth dropped as she noticed whom it was even as John spoke. “Allow me to introduce Greta Garbo, Greta meet Greta and Valia.”

  Garbo sized up the twins and spoke, “I understand your mother named you after me.”

  “Yes, she did, it is such a pleasure to meet you, I am somewhat blown away.” Greta replied.

  “What do you have there Valia?” John asked.

  “It is a present for you actually, I am going to plant it here,” Valia replied.