Nothing brings more pleasure in life to a woman than shopping. Welcome to Lipstick Lies!
Ame turned her blinker on to only turn into a parking lot of a liquor store to stock up on some expensive drinks to have with her friends for she wanted to be prepared for the luncheon, possibly hire some male strippers to give the group of girls some fun. She pulled into a parking space, turning the key to shut the engine off for it was loud for most people. She pulled out her cell phone, unlocking the screen to only go searching through her contacts, wanting to find Simone. Once she reached Simone’s number, she tapped the call button, putting the phone up to her ear and waited for her friend to pick up, wanting to tell Simone that she was back in town and wanted to see how the girl was doing.
Simone and Erica decided it was time to get out of the apartment for the day, rather than sit inside and discuss the upcoming issues with Simone’s pregnancy. The Freemont shopping district was popular within their circle, as there was not only a lot of art galleries and restaurants, but the shopping was both quaint and diverse. Known to be a large part of the Bohemian hub, it was often considered to be fashionable to be seen there. And that was exactly what Simone needed after her terrible week.
Having made up, sort of with Pandora – shopping seemed like the perfect cure all for her woes. Walking together down 36th street, the pair both looked fabulous, wearing designer glasses, dresses and shoes from italy and New York. Simone stopped outside of Show Pony – a boutique that featured a variety of vintage-inspired clothes, contemporary unique lines, one-of-a-kind accessories. Just up Simone’s alley. She went in through the front door, followed closely by Erica who was on yet another call to New York.
For a girl who had everything, the Show Pony was like taking a trip back in time and the prices were reasonable. Thumbing her way through a rack of dresses she heard her cell phone go off in her bag. Reaching in, she brought the phone to her ear.
“Simone Jackson speaking.”
While holding the phone, Ame opened her car door, taking her keys and putting them in her purse then grabbed it and stepped out of the car to only lock the door with one press of her index finger and closed it shut. She walked over to the door of the store and opened it, the bell chimed as she opened the door and she walked in, the door closing shut behind her as she walked over to some of the shelves, looking at the liquor.
Simone nearly dropped the phone when she heard the thick accent of Ame’s voice on the other end of the line. “Ame?” You could see Simone was surprised, the way she held her mouth open. Erica, who had just hung up from a call mouthed ~Who is it?~ Simone’s sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she mouthed back ~Ame~ Erica looked surprised too. It had been a good twelve months or more since they had heard from her. Simone used to go on about her and their little clique’s escapades all the time. Getting back to the call, Ame said;
I am calling to let you know that I am back in town after a year of taking care of business shit. How have you been? I have missed you a lot, Sim!”
“Back in town? Wow, you really have great timing. Pandora and her man just got back in from Hawaii.” Simone was careful not to mention Brock’s name since his name was really the last thing she ever wanted to say. Not that she had anything against Brock, but it would be a long time before they ever spent time together again.
“I’ve…been okay. Work is fickle. You know how show biz is.” Simone had a lot to tell Ame, but doing it on the phone with shop assistants in ear shot didn’t seem like such a hot idea. So Simone kept it pretty impersonal, while Erica was drooling over some shoes.
“I’ve missed you too. We really should get together for lunch soon. I’m dying to hear your sordid tales for the last twelve months. Lots of hot European men in those tiny speedos.” Give it to Simone to think of men, especially in the middle of the Show Pony.
“So when would it suit you to catch up?” Simone asked, staring at a rack of hats that she was dying to try on.
“Yeah. Business can be tough. Especially when it is about cars. So many people can be very picky about some brands. It irks me at times when they do get that way,” She grabbed a bottle of brandy and a couple of other good liquors and walked over to the register, placing the bottles on the counter and put her purse on the counter to get out her debit card to pay for the bill.
“I’ve missed you too. We really should get together for lunch soon. I’m dying to hear your sordid tales for the last twelve months. Lots of hot European men in those tiny speedos.”
Ame laughed, “I knew that you were going to ask about the tales of hot European men in tiny speedos. In matter of fact, I have some pictures for you of men in swimwear and they are signed by each model and some expensive handmade Italian purses. Decided to get gifts for you ad the others. And I am planning on having a luncheon next week. Still need to pick out a place though. Oh! I almost forgot… I am having a car show in about a few weeks that is going to take place at my mansion and some big time photography people are coming by and asked if i would have models for the shoots. Are you interested? I will be paying you and it will also help your modeling career as well,” Ame was hoping that she would accept, wanting to help out her friend in her career and was going to ask Pandora the same thing when she gets a hold of her. She nodded the the cashier who told her the price and swiped her card, punching in the pin number and waited for her card to be approved and grabbed her keys out of the bag and placed them in her mouth. It went through and the cashier put the liquor bottles in a safe tight box, sliding it over to Ame who was putting her card back in her wallet and close it up. She put her wallet back in her purse, pulling it over her shoulder to only grab the box with both hands, holding the phone up to her ear with her shoulder and walked out the door to her car.
Ame had one thing right – her timing was impeccable. With all that had been going on, Ame was the perfect ingredient to add to the girl’s lives once more. As Simone strolled between through the clothing racks, listening to what Ame had to say about her business trip and what hunky men she came across, she added that not only had she brought back happy snaps, but also some goodies in the shape of expensive hand made Italian purses. Simone was a sucker anything Italian, and when it came to purses, there was nothing more that made her heart melt.
“They say the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach, that is so not true. They don’t know what a woman would do for just the right little Italian purse. Ame…I love you.” The words rolling off her tongue as she took sight of herself in a tall mirror, and glanced at herself side on. She wasn’t showing that much, she didn’t think, but she knew that within a few months, modelling was going to be out of the question. With Ame offering her a stint to do some modeling at the car show she was organizing, it was a real blessing in disguise. Just so long as it was not one of those bikini shoots.
Erica tried to keep up with the conversation, though she was only hearing Simone’s end of it. Needless to say, Erica was buzzing around Simone like a fly to butter.
“Car show at your mansion? I will be there, no problems at all. It would be great for my portfolio.” Behind her, Erica let out a little whoop. The Vogue fashion editor loved cars, and the men that drove them. “Orson will want to go to that.” she chimed, as Simone looked behind her and raised her finger to her lips as though to shush her.
“Just let me know what day and time you want to go to lunch. That way I don’t have things double booked.” Simone added lastly. She knew Ame was a very busy woman, and time was money. “Again, great to have you home. Ame.”
And yes, Ame had a fan-girl moment then cleared her throat, trying to regain her thoughts and placed her ass against the car, resting a bit then looked up at the skies. she began to slip into deep thought for a few moments before speaking up once again, “I hoped you would accept! Plus it will be a great way to spend with everyone here. I will most definitely let you know the date and time of when I want to go to lunch and I also planning on having a little sleep over as well. I have so much to plan since I have been gone for a year and want to have some quality time with the girls. Oh! Are you available right now, Sim? I really need to tell you something very important and i am willing to drive to where you are right now to meet you. This is something I have not told any of the girls before,” the anxiety could of been heard through her voice and Simone could tell that Ame needed to get something off her chest.
Ame started to chew on the inside of her cheek, nervous that Simone would not want to listen to her but she hoped that she would. She wanted to tell her of her past and how she came to be. But at the same time, Simone might look at her like she was crazy and say that she does not believe her. What to do in an anxious moment like this.
The leggy blonde turned to her best friend and flatmate, Erica; as she listened to Ame talk about how she needed some clothing for the shoot, and was interested in seeing about getting Erica to do the designing. It was amusing since Erica was standing right next to her in the store. Simone was pretty sure that Ame knew about Erica and her close relationship.
“I love her work too.” Simone said, winking at Erica. Erica; who was checking out some shoes, stopped what she was doing and glanced up. “Who?” Curious about what was going on. Simone gestured for the door, as though she was ready to leave, and continued to talk to Ame as she walked through the many racks of clothes.
“I am available actually. Tell you what, why don’t you come down to Milstead & Co, that is just a stone throw from here. The latte I had here was probably one of the best I’ve had anywhere.” Mistead & Co was one of the finest coffee houses in Seattle and was in the Freemont district. it was but a short walk with easy parking. Erica was now giddy behind Simone, wanting to know what was going on. Should Simone tell Ame that the designer she wanted was going to be there. Simone decided to be cheeky.
“See you in ten minutes.” Simone chortled, before hanging up. Erica rounded on Simone and said one word. “Spill.” She folded her arms and gave her the LOOK. “Ame wants YOU to help out designing clothes for the models for her car show shoot. I just told her to meet us both at Milstead & Co for coffee. You two can nut out the details and I can put my feet up.”
“Why didn’t you say so, Sim?” Erica said, swatting her arm with a shopping bag. The two girls then left the Show Pony, and made their way up to Milstead & Co on 34th.
Ame shifted gears of her classic muscle, the engine roaring as she soared down the streets, hitting green lights like nothing and just before she could reach the coffee shop, she stopped at a red light, grumbling beneath her breath. She could see the shop and wanted to get there in time so she would not waste Simone’s time if she was shopping. She tapped her finger on the outside of the door, hating the fact that this light in town likes to take a long time.
Within moments, the light turned green and she shifted the gears into first gear and took off then slowly pulling over to park beside the coffee shop, turning the engine off. She gave a soft sigh and looked out the car window, waiting for traffic to stop so she could slip out of her seat and shut the door. She locked the door and walked around the Charger, stepping onto the side walk and headed over to the shop, pulling her purse close. Ame was wearing a steam-punk outfit that fit in the Victorian times and she was proud to stand out in a crowd. She did not care what people think on what she looked like.
She stood beside a table, waiting for Simone to show up and little did Ame know that Erica Stanton was with Simone and she was going to meet her today.