Chapter 25: Margot’s Apartment

It was already past noon when Margot decided it was time to take Putty to her apartment in Gozopolis. Mary and Joan offered to drive them in the farm’s old pickup truck, but Putty shook her head with a smile.

— No need, I can go running and jumping with Margot in my arms. It’ll be faster and more fun.

Hearing that, Margot didn’t think twice: she gave a little hop and threw herself into the alien’s strong arms, wrapping her arms around her neck.

— Then carry me, Super Putty!

Mary and Joan looked at each other, trying to hold back their laughter.

Margot frowned: — What?

The two answered together, giggling conspiratorially: — Nooothiiing...

So that the alien wouldn’t attract too much attention in the city, Pôia had prepared a gift: a light blue little dress, simple but pretty, with a subtle neckline and a skirt that reached mid-thigh. Putty set Margot down on the ground, put it on and spun slowly.

— I bought this little outfit in the city with Margot’s help ... I hope you like it... — Pôia said shyly.

Putty opened a huge smile and hugged the little maid: — I loved it! It’s beautiful! I’m going to wear it like my treasure!

With Margot back in her arms, Putty shot off down the road, jumping over rooftops and crossing fields with ease. The wind made the blue little dress flutter, revealing the alien’s firm thighs.

Arriving at the apartment, Margot grabbed the key from under the welcome mat.

Putty raised an eyebrow: — Isn’t it a bit dangerous to leave the key in such an easy place to grab?

Margot shrugged, smiling with an air of wisdom: — It’s precisely because it’s so obvious that no one would imagine a smart reporter like me would do something so careless.

Putty whispered to herself as they went inside: — I don’t know if that’s too smart or complete stupidity...

The apartment was an absolute war zone: pizza boxes scattered across the floor, clothes thrown in every corner, piles of newspapers, notebooks and crumpled papers covering almost every surface.

Putty looked around and thought, laughing inside: — Pôia is fucked when she comes to clean this place, poor thing...

Margot pointed quickly: — Bathroom over there, bedroom over there, kitchen over there. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge.

Putty opened the fridge and was hit by an unbearable rotten smell. All the food was moldy, the milk sour, leftover spoiled food ... She took a step back and vomited violently onto the floor, a thick, acidic jet.

— Holy shit! Not even sticking my face into a cow’s shitty ass is as stinky as this place!

Margot stopped beside her, scratching her head: — Yeah ... Maybe we should order a pizza, I don’t think we can eat that stuff...

Putty, still drooling a bit of vomit: — You think...?

Suddenly, a voice came from the open door they had forgotten to close:

— Margot? Is that you?

The reporter and the alien turned around. Standing in the entrance were two women.

Kristy was a delicate vision: porcelain-pale skin, long silky black hair cascading down to her breasts, large expressive brown eyes, a small upturned nose, naturally pink plump lips. She wore a light beige little dress with a subtle neckline and childish little shoes.