Roomies
Done with a successful shopping trip to acquire the clothes she needed to impersonate a teacher, Leah parked in front of her garage and walked to the front door with a spring in her step.  

The clothes were bland, true, but they were camouflage meant to disguise her true nature and blend in with the other adults.  The goal was to look like an eager young teacher fresh out of college and ready to shape young minds.  

It wasn't far from the truth, really, if a person looked at it from her point of view.  She did want to shape young minds, just not in the way people expected.  If all went according to plan she would end up with a small group of worshippers who would grow up to be movers and shakers in Las Vegas, perhaps further.  

Who knew where the future would lead if everything worked perfectly?

“Why does everything suuuuuuck?!”

Star groaned and let her body roll off the couch. She thudded on the floor. A local tabloid’s pages crumpled under her weight. “Fuck fuck fuck,” she whimpered and covered her head with her hands. If the rule of three was true and not just some garbage cooked up by her religion, then Star must’ve done some serious damage in recent years. Absolutely all that could go wrong for her seemed to.

The newest catastro-fuck? A picture of some drag queen with her face superimposed on his body. Headline: ‘Star’s Secret Revealed! Ruined Vegas ‘It’ Girl Comes ‘Out’!’ Whoever the hell Ernesto Tomlin was, he needed not only a serious ass kicking, but a better set of falsies.

“Kill me.” Star banged her forehead on the carpet.

"Now what?" Leah asked rhetorically as she found her roommate prostrate and banging her head on the floor.  

Star had been going through a rough patch lately, Leah knew that.   She felt sympathetic toward her friend which was why the hybrid had offered the spare bedroom to the wiccan, but sometimes Leah felt Star needed a good kick in the ass.

Her life had been turned upside down when she'd agreed to do that job for Simon the year before, but she'd landed on her feet and things had only improved since.  Granted, she'd nearly become a sex slave to a demon lord in an alternate dimension around Thanksgiving, but Leah tried not to think about that particular event. 

The hybrid pulled the aforementioned tabloid out from under her friend and snorted when she saw the picture and caption.  "He needs to get a boob job if he wants to pass for you."

Star flopped on her back. “Oh sure. Don’t even mention his giant bulge.” She snatched the tabloid back for one last look. It was just as horrifying the second time, so it was bound for the waste basket. She aimed, tossed, and missed. “God I can’t wait for this investigation to blow over so they’ll leave me alone and I can buy some shoes.”

She pouted for ten seconds more and then focused on Leah. At that angle, she was practically staring up her roommate’s skirt. “What’re you up to?” Across the room, shopping bags loomed. Star smelled retail items. Eau de Banana Republic.

"Shopping for some new clothes." Leah wasn't sure how much she should tell the other woman.  Star wasn't a goody two shoes; after all, she knew how Leah kept herself alive and didn't seem to have a problem with it, but she might not be so thrilled with the plans the hybrid had made for herself.  

"I got you something," she told her friend, moving to the shopping bags and removing one from the bunch.  One bearing the logo of Marc Jacobs and bulging with items. "You seemed down the other day and I thought you could use a pick me up."  

Maybe it would distract the wiccan from the other bags, but sooner or later Leah would have to talk to Star about what she was up to.  If nothing else it would seem odd that her hours had suddenly switched from evenings to daytime work.

Star scrambled into Indian position. Her eyes had found the logo in question. The purchase was awfully coincidental, but she wasn‘t going to argue. “You must be joking! Don’t tease me, Leah, I can’t take it.” Her words said no, but her eyes and grabby hands said yes. The blonde tore into the bag and opened the box inside. “No way, how did you afford these?” It was mostly rhetorical because Star didn’t care.

She took the peep-toe shoes out of their delicate paper. Star couldn’t resist inhaling the way they smelled. She rolled her eyes. “You’re so lucky I’m not having an orgasm right now. Awkward roommate moment.”

She got up and smacked her lips on Leah’s cheek. “You rock. I swear I’ll do your dishes for the next week.”

"Two weeks," Leah laughed and hugged her friend back.  "With the amount of money I dropped, you can humor me that long I think." She winked at Star and then shrugged as she pulled back. "Let's just say I had a lucky night at the strip and decided to share the wealth."

She gathered up the other bags and took them upstairs while Star exulted over her new shoes.  Once they were safely stashed away in her bedroom she came back downstairs.  Her roommate was still caressing the shoes like Golem and his 'Precious'. "Try them on, I'm pretty sure they'll fit but you never know."

“Already on it.” Star had her socks off and her toes making the dive. When the shoes were on, she stuck her legs out and twisted them to and fro. “Wow. Hey, Leah, these are ‘come fuck me’ shoes! You got your mind on something?”

She hauled herself up and went to the kitchen, just to listen to the heels punishing the floor. Star made herself a drink just to draw out the occasion, going cabinet to refrigerator with exaggerated steps. “Hey, by the way... did you notice the maintenance guy lurking around a lot?” She popped ice out of a tray. “He’s kinda weird. He came in last week to fix the faucet in your bathtub and now he keeps finding reasons to trim the shrubs. He’s got this wife, she’s always bringing him sandwiches, and he‘s like a 80 years old, so I don‘t get it.”


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