FRENCHY II : Having a Blast
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Looking inward as she walked, she could tell Yelen was as warmly amused and happy as she was. Things were looking promising on Nos's front. Good. The boy had gone through a hell of a rough time. He deserved good things. Of course, he was still a bit clueless about Milla, but she could handle that situation.
Yelen's emotions changed. She was getting a little worried about what Grete and Dallas might have hatched while not under supervision by reasonably sane adults. That reinforced Frenchy's earlier feeling of dread. Her purposeful stride became just that little bit faster.
Reaching the door to Grete and Weykhaz's apartment, she identified herself to the house computer by putting her hand on the lock plate next to the door. She could sense Grete inside. Dallas, too. Uh-oh.
The door slid open and in she went. Fast.
The first thing Frenchy heard when she entered was the pulsing beat of Tribal music and "Whe-e-e-e!" in a contralto female voice. That was Grete! What the hell was happening? Consumed by ominous dread, she went looking for the source of the "Whee!"
Looking into the living room, Frenchy froze. There was Dallas, in her usual cutoffs and T shirt, grinning to beat the band. And ---
Ohmygod! Dallas had said she was going to teach Grete to --- Where the hell had she gotten a stripper's rotating pole?!
More or less nude, swinging on the pole, hanging on with both hands, one leg wrapped around it and the other straight out in the air - And where in the hell had the pasties and G string come from? - was....
"MOTHER-R-R-R!!!!"