M & M
by Donna Amato
"Psssst…Reggie.
Is it safe yet?"
"No, the
security guard is still checking out panties in
Women's Lingerie."
"I don't
care, I'm moving," said Dorothy. "I've
been bending over this camping equipment all day,
my back is killing me."
Straightening
up, she stretched, kicked the fake plastic camp
fire out of the way, and moved to stand next to
Reggie. Smiling, she placed her hand on his
backside and posed.
"You'll
get us caught," whispered Reggie, not moving
from his position.
"So what?
What could they possibly do to our plastic bodies
that would be more undignified?" asked
Dorothy. "Get down from there and let's have
some fun."
"You're
idea of fun is always trouble."
They heard the
guard whistling, the sound disappearing as he
entered the elevator and the doors closed.
"Are you
happy now?" asked Dorothy.
Reggie climbed
down from the platform and followed her to Women's
Clothing. He watched Dorothy stop in front of the
full length mirror, turn to the side and look at
her reflection.
"Whoever
stuck my head on this body should be shot. Is it
too much to ask for decent breasts?"
"Oh great,
here we go again," said Reggie.
"Well
look at them, they're pathetic. I mean if you're
molding plastic what would it hurt to add a
little in the chest area, and I won't even
mention my derriere. No wonder none of my clothes
fit.”
"I'm sick
of hearing about it," said Reggie.
"Really,
have you looked down the front of your pants?
Trust me you won't like what you see. Talk about
cruelty."
Reggie's hand
flew to his crouch. His eyes grew big as saucers.
"Those bastards!"
"Exactly,
now let's get busy."
First they
stopped at the jewelry counter and switched all
the cubic zirconium stuff for real diamonds. They
moved through the store pulling price tags off as
they went. Checkout would have a ball with that.
Finding a price gun they went along and marked
down big ticket items to practically nothing.
Reggie messed up the special displays while
Dorothy went to the bathrooms to clog up the
toilets with paper. They had a grand time.
As the sun
started to rise they made their way back to the
camping display.
"That was
great," said Reggie.
"Almost
makes up for our lot in life," answered
Dorothy, a sad look on her face. She went and
took her place bending over the fake campfire.
"Not
quite," said Reggie, winking at her.
As Harrods
opened and the first customers trickled in,
Reggie got down from his platform, spun Dorothy
around, bent her over his arm and kissed her cold
lips.
"Now
maybe we're even," he said, smiling, and put
his hand on her pathetic chest and froze in place.
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