Flying high

Carol arrived fifteen minutes later, hugging the interpreter, having met her hours ago at the convention.

"Welcome, I can show you to the dressing room and you can see for yourself what Debbi has become." the interpreter explained

"You said she ate some special brownies. Are there any more?" Carol asked.

"You don't strike me as the type to be interested in such things."

"No, I want them to keep Debbi in her... Current state, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, of course. You can have the leftovers. They're bite sized, but they can pack a punch to anyone not familiar with them."

"How many did she have?"

"Four, by my count."

"Wow, and she's not paranoid?"

"Our chef has a dedicated supplier that makes sure the side effects are mild. And overdosing isn't likely."

The interpreter left Carol to the kitchen, where she placed the brownies inside a zip top bag before sealing it and handing them to Carol. They then walked upstairs to the dressing room, where Debbi was prancing around the room, humming to herself.

"Debbi, Carol is here."

"Debbi, it's time to go." Carol said, sounding like an impatient parent.

"Oh, but I feel great! This costume moves so freely, it's like I have nothing on! I need to find out where you got it!" Debbi grinned.

"She doesn't know?" Carol asked.

The interpreter shook her head, and Carol grinned.

"Debbi, we don't have to go home if you don't want to, but we can't stay here. Is there anywhere you would like to show off your... Costume?" Carol asked, as of asking a child.

"Hmm, it's pretty late at night isn't it? Not many places would be open." Debbi lamented.

"I know! How about I film you with my phone, so I can show it to everyone at the office on Monday? They will LOVE seeing you in that outfit. The only thing is, they won't believe it's you unless you take off that veil."

Debbie ripped the veil off her face and loses, waiting for Carol to record. Love given the thumbs up, Debbi began to him and gyrate her hips to nonexistent music. She pranced around the room, and twirled, jumped, and shook every part of her body for Carol's phone. She collapsed in a nearby chair, clearly winded and sweaty.

"Ooh, my head. I should take a break..." Debbi said, sounding a bit too coherent. Carol thought quickly and took out a brownie.

"You must be hungry. Here, have a brownie." Carol said, holding it out to the naked and sweaty Debbi.

"Oh God, I am hungry! Thanks!" Debbi said, popping the brownie into her mouth and nearly inhaling it.

A minute later, Debbi was in high spirits again, and Carol led her out of the house. The interpreter gathered Debbi's clothes, or however much she knew was hers, and followed them to Carol's car. The clothes were placed in the trunk, aand Debbi was deposited in the back, so she lay across the entire row.

"Wow, this fabric feels amazing!" Debbi said, rubbing her body against the upholstery.

"Dang, I just got it detailed..." Carol lamented.

"Well, at least you're getting paid enough to detail your car ten times over!" The interpreter said.

"Shhh! I told the Sheikh that Debbi will get half, but if she doesn't know what happened, I can pocket most of it." Carol grinned.

The two lucid women shared a glance and laughed at Debbi's expense.

"Pleasure doing business with you. I hope we can do this more often." the interpreter said.

"Hey, as long as the Sheikh pays well, and you know how to make sure Debbi never finds out just how crazy her night was, we can do this as often as you want!" Carol said.

With that, Carol entered her car, gave the interpreter a wave, and pulled out of the driveway.

"Wow, that's a huge fountain..." Debbi said as she spied it out the window.

Carol smirked. Debbi's weekend was just beginning.