Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

"Ah, how good it is to see spring come!" slurred Ann happily as the warm sun filtered through the budding new leaves on the trees just outside their expensive apartment building.

"The way you've been hitting the bottle all day," commented Jenifer acidly, "I'm amazed you can still see out the window. Honestly, I can't remember the last day when you didn't get drunk! Aren't you afraid of ruining your liver?"

"Oh, Jenifer," objected the sexy, full-figured young brunette, stretching her long bare legs sensuously as she sun-bathed nakedly on a rug next to the window, a glass of whiskey near her elbow. "Don't be such a party-pooper! I'm so much happier when I've had a couple of good stiff drinks and I do my work better, too. Besides, it's been a long, tough winter even if it was fun."

"It sure as hell has been long," agreed the other long-legged model. "Every time we put out for another customer, I think we must be fucking the last lingerie buyer in the world and old Birindelli proceeds to come up with another one. Have you any idea how many guys we've been to bed with since we got hired?"

"Who counts anymore?" replied Ann, gazing dreamily into her whiskey glass.

"Birindelli probably does," complained Jenifer without bitterness. "He's kept us so busy that my boyfriend gave up on me because I never had time to give him any action. All this fucking is interfering with my sex life!" she added humorously.

"I know what you mean," agreed Ann, suddenly a little sad. "I haven't heard from my husband lately either."

"Oh, he'll come back," Jenifer assured her friend. "You can try to get in touch with him after we return from Europe. By the way, I think this trip is going to be an absolutely terrific blast. It'll be fun seeing Jacques LaFarge again. Remember him?"

"How could I forget?" remarked the half-intoxicated young woman, her enthusiasm returning as she contemplated the prospects of an all-expense paid trip to Europe. "And if we can help old Birindelli break into the European market, the two of us will make a mint in commissions and bonuses!"

This excited conversation was interrupted by a sharp knocking at the door. Neither woman was completely dressed, but if the caller was someone from Wonder-Wear, clothing was hardly a necessity.

"Who's there?" called Jenifer casually.

"I'm Mr. Atkins," came the reply. "I have some documents to deliver to Mrs. Ann Larkin."

The two women looked at each other in surprise, wondering what this could possibly mean, and Ann wrapped a towel around herself before opening the door.

"I'm Ann Larkin," she informed him simply. Mr. Atkins let his eyes wander lustfully over her inadequately clad figure for an instant and then handed her a packet of papers.

"Please sign your name here," he requested indicating a receipt.

"But what is it?" she asked in confusion as she signed on the dotted line.

"You're divorce papers, Ma'am," the process-server informed her. "Unless you choose to contest the divorce, the settlement will be final in six weeks under Nevada law. If you have any questions, I suggest you consult a lawyer."

Mr. Atkins disappeared as quickly as he had come, leaving Ann with a handful of legal documents.

"It was bound to happen," Jenifer consoled her, watching the tears start to form in her girlfriend's eyes. "Come on, let's start packing for Europe. Wonder-Wear's Legal Department can worry about that stuff while we're having a ball in gay Paree!"

"Yeah," mumbled Ann, setting the legal papers on the coffee table and letting the towel drop from her breasts onto the floor. "I guess it was in the cards anyway. God, I need another drink bad!"