Hot Chicks

Clunk!

Ruby-haired lady swept her gaze back. "Oh.. sorry!"

Behind her, a young woman was rubbing her elbow. "It's fine." The girl, eyes arrayed in eyeliner, burrowed her arm into her abdomen. Sheepishly swerving around her, the waitress rushed off, mountain of dishes in hand.

"Yo, Kathy!"

A few seconds later, another voice emerged from the background fuzz.

"You were right Kath, I think there was coke in there."

.... Make that two.

As Kathy turned towards them, her newcoming pair exchanged a look. They reverted their attention back her way. "What's up?"

"Nothing."

The man's gaze was familiarly deadpan."You can't see ceilings?"

Kathy made a small laugh. Enough to fit into Jiminy Cricket's hat. "Shut up, Nick."

Nick smirked. A slim, tall feller. Bangs licked to mostly one side of the forehead. On him a vest and black skinny jeans.

Beside them, the most petite of the aisle-obstructing party of three. "We heading out?" she raised her shoulders.

"Yeah," cue the natural spring towards the exit. "Harlow and them are already in the car." Mid-sentence, Katherine fingered the patch of skin on her elbow, stretching it inward. Blued, it throbbed, staring back dumbly.

"You forgot to tip," bungled into her ear. The remark snapped Kathy away.

"Hey, that was Harlow's call. I did it last time, 'member?" Nick shrugged up an arm, and Kathy realized at whom her friend's comment was aimed with a half-lidded, drifting pupil. "Besides, service was trash."

"Nick!"

"They gave me boneless wings! I'm not a boneless person! I ordered bones with my buffalo, Trixie!"

Trixie's audible sigh and eyeroll combo was made for a working camera. "You're right. You're actually a very boneful person. What's the proper term?" She tapped her chin, then made a show of perking up. "Bony?"

Shadowed by the pair's scuffle, Kathy's eyelids sunk a centimeter. Possibly two. Her gaze drilling into the bruise on her funny bone, her wallet a feather lighter, as the waitress from before cleaned their group's table and plucked the ten-dollar bill from its faint glaze.

Somewhere in the inner makings of the city, a Civic with a pink heart plush dangling from the tail bumper rolled up into the parking lot of a 24 Hour Fitness. Numbers of folks were strolling in, and out -- be it from vehicle to gym, be it gym to vehicle. Be it just aimlessly, directionlessly.

"Awesuhm." Slamming the door closed, Cass grinned as she suddenly noticed a woman walking past in a black tanktop, shoes, and, underneath, showcasing a gloriously toned curve, a globe of skin and meat that bounced the light of the sun off like an impeccable jewel, a lovely, grey and white-striped thong. Sweat still clung to her smooth slabs of skin, freshly worked. Her black hair was wound into a ponytail.

Suddenly, Fia appeared at Cass' side, close enough their kidneys were touching. "See?" she affirmed, as the woman reached her car and opened the side door, tossing her gym bag inside. She clambered leg-first into the driver's seat not long after, planting her global-shaped attachment of flesh onto her enviously placed seat before shutting the door closed and stripping her gift away from all the lucky gazes gone astray. "Thong-only."

Samantha flipped her blonde hair over a shoulder, having managed to make her way outside. With a pop, up came the trunk, and she began rummaging through its contents.

Flashes gleamed off Cass' eyes like a pair of puddles at the break of day. "Soo?" the girl, jacket and all, swiveled her head around consortily. "How about you all?"

Fia dismissed her concerns with a wave. "We're already prepped for that."

"Yeah," Samantha looked over her shoulder, causing her arse to vibrate a bit, which, surely, couldn't have been deliberate or anything. "All we need-a do is, zziiiip."

Cassandra nodded. Then turned to Cole, who entered an abrupt fit of coughs. "And him?"

Samantha and Fia looked at each other, then at Cole, who was still recovering from his suddenly dry throat. "What?" finally chortled Samantha. "You mean... Cole?"

Back at each other, swerved their eyes.

Fia took the torch. "...in, like... a thong?"

Then back to Cass.

"It's obviously meant for chicks only, babe," Sam made a look, a purview of Cassandra's dutifully clothed, long-sleeved, long-pantsed figure. An innocent, non-dirty, pure view.

"Chickens." Cass pinched her chin in thought. Or non-thought.

"Huh?"

"No. Chicks." The other, skirted girl gestured to themselves demonstratively.

Huff.

"Chickens." Cass' lips turned coyly. "Chicks. Same thing."

A fat silence filled the breeze-less air.

Why would someone misconstrue the slang term for the literal animal? When did anyone ever do that? Exactly how does one elect to bring that up as a talking point?

Before the three could follow up, Cass declared, "I wish silly chicken-themed things, however degrading, would make up a basic part of women's day to day life and identity. Like, on occasion."

As the two girls before her took to a brief blink, completely nonplussed by the girl's really, really ordinary interjection, Cass slung her arm over Cole's shoulder, the latter pretending to try to shrug it off. "Well, ladies? Ready to go?"

"Wait, we gotta take off our bottoms, Cass." Fittingly, Fia had begun wiggling out of her skirt. Beneath, a sporty thong reveled in the sunshine.

"Yeah, gurl," Sam had her jeans partway down her creamy thighs as she tossed an article in Cass' direction. "And that's yours!"

Shrugging, Cass caught the elastic undies in a deft pinch. A second later, one finger was throwing her zipper down as she pulled her legs out of her pants, allowing them to pool at her sneakers. Sam was not missing the view in any time of day or place; a moth to the flame, the blonde took in the sights with a side-eye as she stepped out of her own pair. Her nipples instantly jutted outward, in rapt attention. The surreptitiously grinding thighs on Fia as she ogled the bared legs of their new acquaintance were also mildly apparent, as was Cole's big-ass boner. Cass scratched the boy's chin, a grin plastered on her face. "First things first, though." Like an overly delicate spider, her fingers laddered down to tug at his collar. "You gotta get outta this!"

Trying to keep his eyes up, "No worries, I'll change inside--"

"Outta. This. Nothing else."

"W-what?" Incredulity showered over the boy's perfectly jawed face. "I have gym clothes.."

"I wish you didn't."

"....just, not now." Cole partially rolled his eyes. "I meant, I mean. I have 'em, but they're at my friend's place."

Patting the young man's chest, Cass continued, "I wish it was typical for guys to work out naked. Helps their bodies breathe and all."

A second later, Sam exerted a gingerly scoff.

"Gym clothes? What are you running your mouth about, Cole?" She flung her hand at him. "Get naked already and let's head inside."

"Alright, alright." Pushing Cass away, Cole briskly wrung the bottom hem of his shirt, and pulled.