Getting there is half the adventure

Tanya picked him up around ten.

She stared at him as he met her on his driveway. He could almost feel Karen's eyes burning on the back of his head.

"We're picking Natasha up next," Tanya said, "then we'll head to the Peninsula Center to rent our costumes."

"There was something said about money."

"Talk to my mom. Now get in."

Natasha's place was huge... even bigger than the main house in front of the apartment where Matt lived. She got in the back seat and {if Natasha>0}gave Matt a cheery hello. {else}said, "You hired him? Wow, your mom is scraping the bottom of the barrel here."{endif}

Matt had been worried about keeping up a conversation but found he had no problems... the girls started taking to each other and he was free to spend his time checking them out.

"I brought a couple of extra blouses in case your dad decides it would be funny to splash water on mine again," Natasha said. "I swear, if I didn't need the money I wouldn't do this."

"That and you might get discovered."

"Unlike you, I'm not interested in being an actor."

"Ha! Everyone is interested in being a star."

"I'm--"

"Except Matt," Tanya corrected. "Because really, what are the odds on that."

{if Natasha>10}"A little harsh, girlfriend, considering he's helping you out."{else}"Whatever."{endif}

The wedding shop in Peninsula Center had tuxedos and the girls had fun fitting Matt with his, then demanded his opinion on their French maid outfits.

"I swear," Tanya said, "my dad gets to fuck half the wanna-be starlets in L.A. You wouldn't think he'd have to perv on his daughter and her friend."

She looked fabulous, the short skirt and fishnet stockings showing off her long legs to maximum effect while the black bra under the sheer white blouse shoved her breasts up, exposing the top half. Natasha's legs were a little more muscular, probably from the ice skating, but she also looked beautiful although the style was more flattering to Tanya's golden tan than Natasha's pale skin.

"For what it's worth, I think you both look beautiful," Matt admitted. He tried not to stare at the exposed cleavage but suspected he was failing. The tuxedo pants were a little tight and were a lot less concealing than jeans.

"Guess you'll get along fine with my dad," Tanya fired back. "Not that that's a compliment. Now strip off that suit and let's head for home. If you get it dirty my mom will have a fit."