The Wicked Witches of the West

“Can you see anyone for sure?” someone called out.

Another person relayed back: “Yeah, it’s them alright. Yep. Up front as always, walking a mile a minute is Mrs. Sykes. Don’t know how she does it. Tight outfits and all. She does still have a nice looking bod’ though... For an older lady, I mean.”

Gloria Sykes. Aged 62ish. Married? Divorced? Widowed? Solo? No one knew for sure. Quite a handsome woman though. Still has an attractive figure. Striking, one would say. Thin lips which only broke into a condescending smirk. Gray, nay silver hair, cut short to just below the jawline, carefully coiffured from the right in a provocative wave across her forehead and over the left eye, ending in a slight flip. Set off with silver earrings, necklace and piercing blue-gray eyes. And if they ever locked on to you, your face would melt like the Nazis in ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’. Dressed in a lavender, mid calve, one piece, filmy cocktail dress open at the neck to mid shoulder. Completing the collection, a pair of matching high heels. Meant to impress, but also to encourage a little ogling from the those of the male persuasion and envy from the female types.

The quintessential alpha female. Domineering, arrogant and pompous. Wealthy, she always got what she wanted, no matter who got in the way.

“Right behind her is Diana.” droned the spotter.

Diana Sykes. Aged 43. Single. She is the apartment rental agent and the face of the family at the complex. Shares a house with her mother and her daughter, Nikki, when she is home from college. Besides sharing the house, she had definitely inherited her mother’s good looks. She had the ‘premature’ silver-gray hair too. The same style but longer, splashing down to her shoulders and with that suggestive wave of hair going across one eye from the opposite side. Likewise, thin lips with a strong jutting chin and light colored eyes, set on an unsmiling face. She had a shapely set of 36D breasts. Just right for her frame, which was admittedly showing some middle age weight gain, especially in the caboose, but was still seductive none the less. In any event, she dressed for the ‘come hither’ look.

Tucked into a flared, dark gray, knee length, skirt was a white collared satin blouse buttoned down the front. Both the blouse and the skirt were figure hugging in order to accentuate the delicious curves of nature’s bounty, especially around her full bosom and ample buttocks. She wore no jacket of any kind in order to let the outline of her brassiere press against the thin, satiny blouse fabric. A titillating tease. In spite of the way she dressed and her good looks, Diana seemed passionless, flinty, uptight. Maybe it was the silver hair. Maybe it was...who knows.

She could be pushy, obtrusive and bossy. Especially with her daughter. But with the drop of a hat, could be charming and graceful if need be. Whatever she was, she was widely believed to be skimming money off the rents and cooking the books to hide it. Diana stooped so low as to steal articles of clothing from the laundry rooms. Especially women’s sexy underwear. Things that she could not bring herself to buy. Smutty things. The kind of lingerie a cheap whore would buy. But not her. She’d been seen doing it several times by some residents but they were too scared to confront her. Called her a witch behind her back.

“And...bringing up the rear...is...Oh God...Nikki, uuhh. Wonder why that prissy, spoiled brat had to come along too.” As the voice fell off.

Nikki Sykes, Diana’s 20 year old daughter. Currently enrolled at one of the best all-girls schools in the state to ensure a correct and proper education. After all, she was being groomed to become an integral part of the family businesses. Empowered by her mother, young Nikki was showing the same signs of haughtiness and arrogance with a nasty streak of “holier than thou” thrown in. Gloria and Diana considered her a little wet behind the ears, so she was being brought along to learn what team Sykes is all about.

Nikki was pretty. Naturally so, without the need for much makeup. Though she sometimes looked like a young librarian, she did have a set of brown eyes that many would consider inviting. Her lips were fuller than her mother’s and grandmother’s, but too often remained formed in a shy, modest half smile. Nikki kept her mousy brown somewhat short. Parted slightly to the right, it fell just to her shoulders in pretty much a bland style. Nothing exceptional about her figure that anyone could see as she invariably dressed in conservative clothes. No doubt she had the delightful body that one would expect to see on a 20 year old woman.

Today, she once again dressed prudently. An ordinary white, collared blouse with a decorative bow tie and a simple pair of light gray, cotton waist pocket dress pants, carefully conforming to the contours of her shapely legs, complete with matching black, open toed flats. It was a decidedly guarded choice. Mother would approve.

“There’s a fourth woman coming too. I don’t recognize her at all. She’s carrying a brief case and some folders. Guess we’ll have to wait to find out who she is when they get inside.” concluded the lookout.