Immaculate Fetish Read online

  She opened the door and stepped out into quite the festive scene happening in the car. Strangers were talking and laughing together. A few couples were dancing in the aisle to Luxurious by Gwen Stefani being played on Maria’s boom box. Greta nearly dove onto Rose and began kissing her.

  The train started moving towards its final brief stop before getting to Chicago. Greta could hear some people singing from the other side of the car, “The train pulls out at Kankakee, Rolls along past houses, farms and fields, Passin’ trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old black men, And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.”

  I think I love you, Greta thought gazing into Rose’s eyes.

  “What a long, strange trip it can be,” Rose replied before they pulled themselves back together. “You’ve got lipstick all over your face.”

  “That’s because I love a lipstick lesbian,” Greta laughed.

  “Oh, Greta, look at these two,” Rose said pointing over the seat at Clarissa and Robyn.

  “They look like they’ve know each other all their lives,” Greta smiled, “and like they will be together for the rest of this one.”

  Although Greta truly loved Rose, she could not stop thinking about Valia. She had not been able to stop thinking of her since they’d met. She wondered what Valia meant when she said this could be detrimental to the both of them. Was she falling in love with a ghost, and not only a ghost, but also one hell of an irresistible ghost from another world?

  The closer the final stop in Chicago got, the more all seemed to go into the classic ‘get ready to leave’ mode when traveling. They began gathering their things, exchanging phone numbers and email addresses.

  Clarissa and Robyn walked just in front of Greta and Rose looking like two schoolgirls in love. When they stepped down onto the platform, Clarissa turned to Greta and kissed her on the cheek. “I don’t think I will ever be able to find a way to truly thank you for talking me into taking this train,” she said with a huge smile on her face. “I think I’m in love.”

  “That’s fabulous baby,” Greta replied giving her a hug. “You never know when that love bug is going to bite, and oh have you been bitten. Bye Robyn, I am sure we’ll be seeing you again.”

  Robyn smiled and took Clarissa by the hand as they walked down the long ramp and into the station.

  I think I’m in love, Greta thought.

  “I think I’m in love too,” Rose said, catching her by surprise.

  Greta smiled at Rose and offered that thought again, I think I’m in love.

  She did not get a reply.

  Chapter 5

  Shopping

  Greta woke to the sounds of CNN on the television. She arrived when her mother was sleeping, so she slept on the couch and set the television to wake her at nine a.m. She stretched out and stood up, making her way first to the bathroom for a tinkle, then to the kitchen to brew a small pot of coffee. On the kitchen table she found one of her mother’s credit cards with a note telling her to buy something nice for the wedding, and to feed herself because she would be home late. She picked up the credit card and put it in the wallet in her purse.

  Good morning Valia, she thought as she poured a cup of coffee.

  She received no answer.

  Valia, are you there?

  No answer.

  She reached inside her bag and put the Valia necklace on. She was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen. She picked up her coffee and looked around, finding her standing in front of the television watching the news intently.

  “When I did not get an answer from you I was freaked out,” Greta said. “Do you have television on your planet?”

  “I’d be willing to bet that the news on your planet would not be as tragic and painful as it is on our world.”

  A press conference by President Twine was about to start.

  “This president, this is your leader?” Valia asked.

  “Leader, no, more like the poster boy for the lying, thieving, murdering greed fueled cronies he answers to,” Greta replied. “I mean he does own the title of president, and the president is supposed to be the leader of this country, which translates to being the leader of the free world,” she continued. “That is if the world does not despise you as much as they despise him.”

  “He is a bad leader then.”

  “Honey, he has probably been stealing since he could crawl,” Greta laughed.

  “You report the misfortune your species inflicts upon itself, yet you change very little for the better,” Valia replied.

  “Valia, come sit here on the couch,” Greta said. “There is more to our species than bad news,” she continued before picking up the remote and moving through the channels once Valia was seated.

  She took a sip of her coffee zipping past stock channels and home shopping channels. She wondered if there were stores on Valia’s planet when she did.

  “Yes,” Valia replied.

  Greta stopped at a channel showing I Love Lucy. “Now believe it or not, this woman and her husband probably did more for the advancement of our space program than any other humans on this planet,” she said just as Lucy let out one of her long “Eeeuuwwwww’s” because of the mess she had gotten herself into.

  “She is what you call a comedian?”

  “Yes, that is correct,” Greta replied, “but they produced a little show called Star Trek, which of course is science fiction, that to this day is still being created. But the marvelous thing about it all is that the amazing things created on these shows got us dreaming, got us wanting to make it out into the cosmos.”

  “Space travel is nothing like you might imagine it.”

  “Hey, I better hop in the shower, get visible and get dressed, I have to do some shopping before tomorrow,” Greta said. “Want to join me?”

  Valia smiled and seemed to float off the couch. Greta reached for the necklace but did not remove it. She took a final drink of her coffee and walked to the bathroom, hearing the shower start before she got there. When she pulled the shower curtain aside, Valia was standing under the stream of water smiling. “I believe you will find the temperature of the water as you like it,” Valia said.

  Greta smiled, slipped out of her things and stepped into the shower. “Is there that much of a difference in a shower between our two worlds?” she asked.

  “There is a difference in everything between our two species, and so many similarities,” Valia said.

  Greta smiled and moved under the stream of water. She reached for the bottle of liquid soap and a loofah then proceeded to lather up. “What about our genitals?” Greta asked.

  “Our genitals are quite similar, but ours are much more sensitive,” Valia replied. “Imagine the most sensitive part of your genitals being the same in every part of them, and much more sensitive.”

  “Much more sensitive huh?” Greta asked. The hands moving over her body now were not her own. “How much more sensitive?”

  “I can let you experience it if that is what you wish?”

  “Yes, yes I wish.”

  Valia reached between Greta’s legs and placed her hand over her vulva. She then reached down to caress her own genitals, as she did her left hand manipulated Greta’s genitals in the same manner. Within moments they were both moving in unison and moaning softly together before exploding in a body-wrenching climax.

  Greta found herself lying on the floor squeezing her legs together tightly, still moaning and shaking from the orgasm she had just experienced. She saw that she was actually in Valia’s arms once she opened her eyes. “I think I’m in love,” she sighed.

  Valia did not answer, but pulled her up to finish her shower. “Shopping, wedding and food,” she said.

  “Shopping, wedding and food, but not necessarily in that order,” Greta laughed. She hopped out of the shower to find Valia there waiting with a towel. She dried herself off and went to the sink to brush her teeth. She then went to her room and picked out an outfit to wear. She put on a pair of skintight black capris
and a burgundy tank top. “I take it you do not get hungry?” she asked.

  “Not in my present state,” Valia replied.

  Greta stopped to get her coffee cup and returned to the kitchen for a refill and one of the donuts on the counter. She returned to the living room to once again find Valia watching the news.

  “He is obviously lying,” she said of President Twine answering the press’s questions. “I have noticed a green aura that your species emits when you are lying, and he is glowing green.”

  “Green is a good color for him since all the greedy bastard thinks about is money. Come on honey, let me show you around town,” Greta said slipping into her sandals.

  “Don’t forget to remove me,” Valia said.

  “Oh darn, then I wont be able to see you, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” she whined doing a pretty good imitation of Lucille Ball. It actually made Valia laugh before Greta removed the necklace and safely put it in the pouch in her purse.

  Greta walked out the door of her mother’s town home and down the block to catch a bus. When she got to the corner a bus came lumbering by, so she ran to catch it. She paid her fare and took a seat in the middle of the bus. Another beautiful day Valia, she thought.

  The weather is certainly favorable, Valia answered.

  As the bus moved through the park, Greta pointed out seemingly insignificant sights. That’s Lake Michigan out there, where I drive humans utterly wild when I lay out to get some sun. The building on the right that is gray in color is where Rose used to live before her family packed it up and moved to the suburbs. Oh, now here is something cool, one of the best inner city zoos anywhere, Lincoln Park Zoo.

  Do we have time to visit? Valia asked.

  Sure, we can spend a little time here, Greta replied as she stood up, walked to the door and exited the bus at the next stop. As she crossed the street her phone rang.

  “Hello, Lincoln Park Zoo,” Greta answered in a polished British accent.

  “Oh I am shorry, I musht have dialed wrong,” Abigail said.

  “No, no, Abigail, it’s me Greta,” she said shaking her head and giggling quietly. “What’s up sugar?”

  “Oh hi Greta, wow you really had me going there,” Abigail replied. “I don’t know how important this ish or not, but shome people shtopped by ashking to shpeak to you.”

  “Some people, well I know a lot of people.”

  “They each left a card and ashked me to give you their numbersh the next time I shaw you.”

  “What’s written on the cards?”

  “Just initials and a phone number on each one,” Abigail replied. “If you ashk me they looked very official, shirt and tie on him and a dressh on her, they sheemed pleashant.” “When they left I shaw them walking around your car talking on their phonesh.”

  They are your officials investigating the destruction of my ship, Valia said.

  “Abi darling, did you tell them where I am?” Greta asked.

  “I shaid I thought you went up to the shity for a wedding with a lot of friends,” Abigail replied. “What do they want?”

  “Abigail, how would you like to come to a wedding? Greta asked.

  “A wedding with all of you would probably be nishe.” She said. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Come up to Chicago, use my car, bring a friend, I will pay all of the expenses and you can drive back with me.” Greta said. “Whattaya say?”

  “Hang on a shecond,” she replied, “Hey Nanshy, are you up for a trip to the big city for the weekend?”

  “Hell yes,” was the reply Greta could faintly hear over the phone.

  “Where are the keysh?” Abigail asked.

  “You have the key to my place, the car keys are hanging from a magnet hook on the fridge,” Greta replied. “The tank is already full, so that should get you most of the way here.” “Call me when you get here and thank Nancy for agreeing to come up here with you.”

  “Ok Greta, my last class ends at two and Nanshy is already done for the day, so we can leave by three ok?” Abigail asked.

  “That would be perfect honey, whatever works for you, and thanks a million.” Greta replied smiling at the sound of a pinball machine she could hear in the background.

  “Shee you later Greta, and thanksh,”

  They won’t wait for your return, they are already on their way here. Valia said.

  “Yeah well with you at my side I am not worried.” Greta said walking down a winding sidewalk into the conservatory. When she entered the sweet smell hit her with the warm thick wave of oxygen and life. She took a deep breath and sighed. “I always stop in here when I have the time for a dose of fresh oxygen.” She walked around the plant life slowly moving along the winding walkways. When she was sure no one was around, she pulled Valia out and put her around her neck. When she did, Valia was standing about ten feet from her touching a plant. She seemed to have a pale gold glow around her.

  “They are very happy,” Valia said. She had a smile on her face and almost looked like an apparition of the Virgin Mary with that aura around her.

  “You can communicate with them?” Greta asked.

  “Yes, they like you, they have liked you since you were a little child,” Valia replied.

  “Well tell them that I have liked them my entire life as well, and tell them I wish this entire city, no, this entire planet was as beautiful as this place with them in it.”

  “They are worried about their future, and yours,” Valia said.

  “Yes, I heard that.” Greta said.

  “Your species is unwise to be wantonly destroying our life in so many places on this world. Although your species cannot sense it, the pain and suffering you are causing us is real and intense, but is pale in comparison to the pain your species will experience attempting to survive because of your actions.”

  Greta looked sad. “I wish I had the power to stop it all,” she said, tears streaming down her cheek. She wiped them away, “I sure am shedding a lot of these since you came into my life,” she said before turning to walk out the front door.

  “If there were more like you on this planet it could be healed.” Valia said.

  “There are many like myself, and many that are much better, but most of our leaders are bought and paid for by those that don’t care, by those that use any and all means to feed their sickness of greed, even the destruction of life,” Greta replied. “Like that sick fuck,” she said pointing to a picture of President Gregory W. Twine on a newspaper stand.

  “They will never change, on their own,” Valia said.

  “You know I am not so sure we should visit the rest of the zoo,” Greta said. “After what I just went through with the plant life, I cannot imagine what we will find out from caged animals,” she laughed.

  “You’re right, this is supposed to be a festive weekend,” Valia said.

  Greta removed Valia from her neck and back to the pouch in her purse she went. When she did, a guy zipping by on a bike nearly lost control, as she appeared sitting on a park bench out of nowhere. She stood up and walked to the bus stop where a bus pulled up just as she got there. She boarded and sat in the first seat, looking out over the lake as the bus made it’s way down the inner drive to Michigan Ave and some of the best places to shop anywhere. She wondered what Rose was doing and suddenly missed her very much. Valia was right, this was supposed to be a festive weekend.

  Valia, I am sorry I did not take you through the rest of the zoo, Greta thought. I may stay over a day and bring you here on Sunday or Monday, ok?

  The plants loved you, Valia replied. They were unhappy that they saddened you.

  I wonder if I would have gotten the same reaction from a lion, or a tiger, or a bear. Greta replied. We will be getting off shortly. I wish I could see you so you could model some clothes for me.

  It is probably not wise in such a crowded place.

  Greta’s phone rang. It was Abigail, “Hello Greta?” she started.

  “Abigail, darling, what’s up?” Greta asked.


  “I jusht wanted to tell you that I did shomething really shtupid,” she replied. “I cut my first classh in my life and Nanshy and I are on Route 57 heading north even as we shpeek.”

  “That’s great, nice ride huh?” Greta laughed.

  “Oh yeah, this she.d. player that plays mp3’s is the greatesht,” she giggled. “The one you had in the player is jusht aweshome.”

  “Enjoy honey, and call me when you get to town.”

  “Hee hee, ok.” Abigail said and hung up.

  “I am so totally going to get her laid this weekend.” Greta giggled.

  Abigail is a beautiful strong person. Valia said.

  “That she is, that she is,” Greta replied exiting the bus. “Oh my, we’ve got to stop in here,” Greta said walking into the Victoria Secret store. Like every store on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile that tried to outdo the competition, this was one of their largest stores. A girl can always use another bra, she thought.

  “Can I help you miss? the tall sales girl asked.

  “Are any of your cotton bras on sale?” Greta asked.

  “Yes, our signature line is on sale 2 for $15.00,” the sales girl replied.

  “Would you have one black and one red demi in a 38B?” Greta asked.

  The girl went to the back room to check.

  She is as tall as you Valia, I wish I could see you in some of this stuff.

  Valia giggled.

  The girl returned with both bras in hand. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

  “That will do,” Greta replied before paying and heading out the door. Valia, do you wear perfume? Greta asked.

  Yes.

  Then this next store you will enjoy. Greta crossed the street and headed for Macy’s. When she entered the store, she slowly strolled through the cosmetics department sampling this and that. She purchased some skin cream, some eye shadow, and some lipstick. “My mother never should have given me this credit card,” she giggled. Valia, where are you?

  I am here with you, Valia replied.

  Where exactly? she asked.

  I am directly to your left.