Fashion.
Friday January 9, 2009
I saw the pop star on the elevator again last night. She wore a little gold sheath dress that wasn’t zipped up in the back, drooping away to either side like wings. I was standing behind her, but I could see her breasts reflected in the polished chrome of the doors. They aren’t as big as they look in the videos, but you probably expected that.
So I said um and excuse me, and she said yes? And I said your dress, it’s, and she said oh? and kind of craned around and saw herself, her back in the polished chrome of the elevator wall and she said well fuck. And then she said, could you? So I started to zip her up.
No, she said. Tug it down. Down! So I unzipped her. Not all the way, she said. So I stopped. She did this shimmy and the dress slithered down a bit more, and a bit more, and she said could you? So I tugged on the dress clinging to those hips, I got down on my knees and tugged until cheek by jowl that ass, that storied ass, the ass that whatsisname wrote a thousand words about for that article in Esquire, that naked golden ass slipped into view, framed by the drooping leaves of her skinny sheath that clung for dear life now to her thighs.
There! she said. It won’t ride up now. And I said, guess not. And she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, and I remember thinking that I couldn’t tell if her hair had just come loose, or had been artfully styled and teased until it looked like it had just come loose, and she said, go ahead.
What? I said.
She said, I know you want to. Go ahead. It’s okay.
So I kissed her ass. Not like that. Just a soft slow kiss on the right cheek of that ass. She giggled. She smelled of sweat and cinnamon and sex.
I stood. You’re so sweet, she said, and as the elevator dinged she kissed me on my cheek, by my mouth. Thank you, she said. Her breath smelled of oranges and bourbon and maybe it was just my overheated imagination but also her breath smelled of pussy.
The doors opened, and she walked out like that into a cloud of flashbulbs, her sultry sway hampered only a little by how that little sheath dress hobbled her. I went to the gossip websites later and downloaded some of the shots. You can see me in the background of a couple of them.