Chapter 17: Courtney and Gloria

Gloria and Courtney chatted amicably as they entered Samuel’s clothing room. Dresses on hangers in many styles, colours and lengths encircled the room. Beneath them were matching shoes, high-heels, and boots. One wall held a selection of Bdsm Master and Dominatrix wear. Gloria looked at them longingly before allowing Courtney to take her to the vanity.

Courtney insisted that Goria allow her to begin by painting an exfoliating mask onto Gloria’s face. Once that had dried and been peeled off, Courtney plucked out Gloria’s few facial hairs, used a deep cleanser on her face, and laid out Gloria’s makeup regime. Taking the time to explain each product’s use, Courtney showed her how to apply each one. By the time Courtney gently showed her new friend how to finish her look with a mascara brush, Gloria barely recognised the face in the mirror.

“I’m beautiful!” Gloria exclaimed awedly. “I mean, I always knew I did alright in the looks stakes, but fuck me, done up like this, I’m fucking gorgeous!”

“Yes, you are,” Courtney said, nodding agreeably. “One red-hot, divinely curved chicky babe who swears like a truck driver and rolls on her feet like a drunken sailor!”

“Shit!” Gloria spat. “I forgot to walk like you showed me, didn’t I?”

Courtney laughed before saying, “Let’s find you something to wear that will make your man and mine regret their cocks are taped away but will delight Samuel.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Gloria agreed, wondering if she had the courage to ask Courtney for voice and deportment lessons. But again, she’d misjudged her young friend.

Courtney knew most of Gloria’s appeal was in her bawdy, hypersexual personality, and if Gloria lost that, she’d be just another quite pretty fat chick struggling to divert men’s attention away from the skinny women. Courtney wanted Gloria to be capable of mixing in high society when it was required but had no intention of toning down her brash personality or diminishing the large woman’s enormous sex drive. She hoped the bawdy woman would learn to control her language when she attended events like tonight’s but let her natural self shine the rest of the time.

Courtney circled the room, her practised eye looking for the superbly right outfit to turn men’s heads. She found a dark blue butterfly-sleeved, plunging-neck dress, brought it down, and checked the size. ‘Twenty,’ she thought. ‘A little small, but that should just mound Gloria’s breasts higher and display them more delectably.’ She took it off the hangar and brought it to Gloria.

“Nylons are too hot to wear in Brisbane during the day,” Courtney mused. “So, I’ll spray some self-tanning lotion on your legs before you dress. That will at least partially obscure your cellulite and make you feel less self-conscious about wearing a short dress in public.”

Gloria was about to laugh and say she couldn’t give a fuck if people saw her cellulite-covered thighs, then realised she would if she was out with two fit, skinny bitches like Olivia and Courtney. Instead, she burst into tears. “Why are you doing this for us?” She wailed. “We’re not in yours or Samuel’s class. We’re not even close! Are you planning to take Barry away from me and turn him into your little tranny slut? Willing to be fucked by the closeted queers that attend these parties?”

Courtney stared at the distraught woman, totally nonplussed by her sudden, wailed emotional collapse. Courtney considered how to respond but instinctively knew she shouldn’t react supportively. Drawing herself up with icy disdain, Courtney crossed her arms beneath her breasts and hissed, “Get over yourself, you gorgeous, bawdy, tubby tart. You’re more woman than any four men can handle, so stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get the fuck dressed before I put you over my knee and spank your luscious ass!” Then, she fearfully waited for Gloria’s response.

Gloria amazingly immediately snapped out of her funk, took a deep breath, and sighed. Her eyebrows drew in quizzically before replying, “Fair enough. But, seriously, why us?”