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since Bill looked likely to come
up trumps.
    It was
close to four o’clock when Rachael turned up at Jody’s place. Jody let her in
at street level and, ushering her up the stairs quickly she said, “Come on,
hurry up, I need a pee.”
    Once in
the bed-sit Jody pushed past Rachael and ran for the bathroom. “What do you
think of the place?” she asked, to the accompaniment of gushing urine. “Not bad
eh’ for six grand a week” She added with just a hint of sarcasm.
    “They
saw you coming” Rachael replied “What do these letters mean?” and she spelled
them out
    “W.A.I.F.A.”
    Without
missing a beat Jody (now washing her hands) replied “Oh it’s a small animal
charity I support, from back home. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. It’s
called “Welfare And Impunity For Animals”. I just do a little bit on the side
for them with my mother. Quite boring really.”
    “You
must’ve been doing it for a long time. This little book’s pretty grubby.
What’ve you got in here?” she said opening it up, but Jody had sneaked up on
her and quickly reached around and snatched her obviously ‘private’ little
record book from Rachael’s nosey little mitts.
    Rachael
turned her attentions to the next object of interest on Jody’s bedside table.
Picking up a shiny torpedo shaped object, and twisting the knobbly base, it
sprang to life, “Bzzzzzzzzz”
    “You
need a man, missy” Rachael said, staring at Jody and simultaneously poking the
vibrator through her fingers.
    Jody
snatched for ‘this’ also but Rachael whisked it away behind her back. “Is it a
good one?” she enquired.
    “It’s
only for show. A paperweight, you know” Jody began to giggle,” and I do have a
man, men, I mean, I have had men, a man, oh shut up!”
    Eventually
settling down to a ‘nice cup of tea’, on the sofa, with her knees under her
chin, Jody finally got round to their joint adventure. “Anyway,” she says,
“Bill came back to me this afternoon.”
    “And?”
    “We’ve
got a ‘try out’ tomorrow. Apparently they do auditions on Sunday’s coz they
don’t open. He said we should take the week, to make sure we knew what we were
doing, but I thought it would be best to ‘strike whilst the iron’s hot’ then we
don’t have time to chicken out. So, Bill’s coming to pick us up here, at three
tomorrow and taking us down there with his mate Barry, who knows the owner.”
    “We’ve
got some work to do then,” Rachael leaps into action, “have you shaved?”
    “No I’ve
got a three-day stubble down there” Jody laughed.
    “Well
you better had, an’ I need one too. Don’t really wanna go flashing pubes out of mi thong. Should I do a landing strip or get rid of
the lot?
    “Strip
first, then, check if it’s OK. You can’t do it the other way round, dopey.”
    “Yeah,
yeah, anyway, we should get down to the video shop as well and get some strip
show stuff out. I’ve seen ‘Dirty Dancing’ but I don’t think that counts. Not
Dirty enough!” She burst out laughing.
    “I beat
you to it,” says Jody, “I’ve already got some.” And with that she pulls out
three DVDs from behind her cushion and acts like a “naughty, guilty, girly” and
loving it.
    Unbeknown
to Rachael they were actually part of Jody’s growing collection of
‘educational’ videos and DVDs. Research primarily, of course, and necessary
assignment work for her ‘Big Plan’, but she got to quite like her homework and the hands on self tutoring that went
with it, in private.
    This
would have been a perfect opportunity to attempt a little ‘girl on girl’
experimentation, but Jody decided she couldn’t afford to mess things up, just
as the ‘practical side’ of her plans was starting to take shape. It would have
to wait for another day.
    A very
enjoyable evening of smut, however, was had by all, which included: some
personal grooming; a lot of striptease watching (and rewinding, and watching,
and watching again); plenty of