The car.
Monday August 3, 2009
“Ladies,” said the driver. Riley scooted across the long back seat and reached for the door handle.
“Nuh-uh,” said CJ. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“We’re there,” said Riley. “I’m getting out of the car.”
“You’re gonna open the door and flash your hoochie and steal all the thunder and lightnight,” said CJ, her hands on Riley’s shoulders. “The hell you’re getting out first.”
“As if,” said Riley. “That’s so 2008. You can’t even get on TMZ with an upskirt these days.”
“Oh yeah?” said CJ, snaking an arm around Riley’s waist. “Then what the fuck’s up with this?” She jammed her other hand between Riley’s thighs.
“Hey!” yelled Riley. “I can’t wear panties with this dress!”
“You’re thinking about the flashbulbs,” said CJ. “You’re soaking wet.”
“So are you,” said Riley, reaching back, her hand sliding up along CJ’s bare thigh.
“Ladies,” sighed the driver as he opened the door, but they were laughing too hard to hear him. Behind him, the flashbulbs started to go off like lightning.