Ginger Fox Part 3
Jon is sprawled on his bed with headphones on as I finish tidying up my room after organizing his. It’s past eight in the evening when the door opens, and a sultry blonde with a juicy red lipstick and a mischievous smile walks in. She carries bags and two boxes, surveying the room before dumping everything on the bed.
“What’s all this?” I close the wardrobe doors, walking over with curiosity and stopping beside her as she empties the bags onto the mattress.
“Where’s Jon?” She asks another question, not answering mine, and heads towards the boy's room.
“He’s in his room, lying down.” I lift the blood-red dress from the bed; it’s so tight it’s hard to breathe. “Is this some sort of vacuum-sealed package?”
“Funny girl!”
Baby walks over and takes the dress from my fingers, putting it back in the bag. She flips through the other bags and pulls out a black garment. She throws it in the air towards me. I catch it by the two thin straps and hold it up. The latex black dress is even tighter and shorter than the red one, with a deep plunge that barely covers the tips of the breasts. There’s a zipper running from top to bottom on the side. I look at it, alarmed, scrunching my nose, knowing this isn’t going to end well.
“Baby, are you planning to wrap someone up with this?”
I look up at her and am startled by the devilish grin on her cheeky, rosy face. In her hands are a pair of high-heeled sandals, which redefine the term ‘thin’ and could be considered a weapon in someone’s hands. They’re as red as Baby’s dress.
“Not me, but Jonathan will.” I lift the dress again, looking shocked and then dropping it with dread, throwing it back onto the bed and refusing to look at the heels.
“No… No! I went once, and I don’t plan to go back…” Baby laughs, throws the heels onto the bed, grabs one of the boxes, and pushes us towards the bathroom. “Baby!”
“Be quiet and close your eyes!” I shake my head, not wanting to do this.
“Baby, I won’t! I’ve satisfied my curiosity about Sodom,” I whisper the last word, stretching my neck to see if Jon is still in his room. I push the bathroom door closed, glaring at Baby.
“Oh, sweetie, stop being naive! Do you really think Sodom is just that?” Baby turns me around, holds my shoulders, and faces me towards the mirror. “And besides, I doubt you’ll walk out that door and face the grumpy Roy. I just passed his office and heard him yelling at the accountant.”
I scratch the top of my head, knowing going there is a bad idea, and look away from her.
“Thought so. Now close your eyes, Gim, trust me.”
I exhale with disgust, knowing I’m going to do what she asks. I close my eyes to the sound of her laughter, feeling my shoulders tense. I wave my arms to stretch them and relieve the tight nerves, but I just get more agitated as I hear the box opening. I feel the cold material on my face as she places it on me, fitting it between the curve of my nose and eyes, sticking the rest to my forehead.
“Don’t open those eyes!” Baby chatters, adjusting two straps behind my head. Her fingers brush my curls, pulling them forward. Her laughter intensifies. “Oh, Jonathan is so wicked!”
“Why? What is this on my face, Baby?” My heart is racing as curiosity and fear gnaw at me from within.
“Open your eyes, Gim,” Baby whispers near my ear.
I breathe faster, unsure if looking is a good idea. But I’m overcome by curiosity and open my eyelids slowly. If my heart was racing before, now it stumbles and stops altogether, then starts beating aggressively. The black latex mask is wickedly sexy! As provocative as the plunging dress! It covers my face from one side of my forehead to the other, leaving the tip of my nose exposed and highlighting my mouth. I reach up, touching the long bunny ears, which are extended and strikingly pointed upward, sliding my fingers over the cold material. It’s a comfortable and thin mask, giving me a marked look.
“This is a joke, right?” I look at the sultry blonde in the mirror’s reflection, seeing her lean her face against my shoulder, smiling, and giving light taps on my arms.
“Rest assured, it is. Looks like Jonathan wants to play hunt the bunny tomorrow night.”
Of all the scenarios my brain conjures up thinking of bunny hunting, it doesn’t bring to mind a sunny day with me searching for Easter eggs, but rather a dog race with a swift, furious greyhound, hungry and ready to chase the naughty bunny fleeing ahead. And I know there’s only one relentless predator who would take pleasure in seeing me like this, as a bunny with no chance of escaping the attack. Baby steps back, giving a playful smack on my butt, making me jump in shock. She laughs joyfully at the terror in my eyes as I return my fingers to the tip of the black latex bunny ears.
"You are so screwed, in every possible way, Gim!"
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The more I look at the rabbit mask, the more my brain screams:
"You are terribly screwed, girl!"
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