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Sharon's Journey
Part VIII - Over the Rainbow
The Sunday after Labor Day, the restaurant was jammed. Carol Anne had
only been back a week, and had been complaining that things had slowed
down just as she got back, so everyone on the staff made sure they made a
comment.
"Busy enough for ya?" Christina asked when Carol Anne ventured into the
kitchen.
"Sure is slow, isn't it?" Janelle called when she came back out.
"I hope theengs peek up a leetle," Maurice smirked as he passed by the
hostess station.
"Kinda boring today," Lola muttered more than once.
"Wonder what the problem is," Nancy said.
"Is my job safe?" Kimberly deadpanned, and Sharon, who had been biting
her lip to keep from laughing, couldn't keep a little snort from
escaping.
"Knock it off!" Carol Anne snapped. The smile won and broke out over
Sharon's expression.
"Hey," Carol Anne whispered, gently taking hold of Sharon's arm. "You did
a magnificent job. I can't thank you enough."
"A lot of it was luck."
"It always is. I like people who can be lucky."
That night, after the last diners had gone and they were cleaning up,
Carol Anne called them all together.
"I want to thank all of you for holding together so nicely while I was
out," she said. "You all did magnificently well, and on your way out
tonight I want to give you each a token of my appreciation. But I also
want to do something special to celebrate, because we've been favorably
reviewed, we're now listed in Zagat, and this has all come about because
you're all so wonderful to work with."
"What did you have in mind?" Greta asked. But Carol Anne didn't know, and
she threw it open for suggestions. All she knew was that it should be
something involving the restaurant itself, and the regulars.
"How about if we have a special menu for Halloween night?" Sharon asked.
"We can have all kinds of strange-sounding specials, decorate the place,
then maybe at midnight we can have all the lights go out and make it all
eerie."
"We can offer a special for anyone who comes in who's marching in the
parade," Greta said.
"What parade?" Kimberly asked Sharon in an aside.
"Every year on Halloween, there's a big parade through Greenwich Village,
everyone in costume. It gets a little racy."
"I have a friend who can set up some special effects with lights," Lola
said.
"That would be great!" Sharon said. "Of course, everyone not in the
kitchen would have to be in costume."
"Missed out again," Greta said.
"Well, you can dress up if you want to," Sharon said.
"Great. I'll go as a galley slave, bare from the waist up."
"Can't wait to see you come out to meet a grateful customer that night!"
Lola said with a smirk.
"Just make sure that the costumes are...interesting," Carol Anne said.
"What did you have in mind?" Nancy asked.
"Well, if the parade is racy, and we're tying in to the parade, we should
be a little racy, too. So, for example, I think I'll go as Cruella de
Ville, but with a slight SM flavor."
The little group exploded, and it took a while for things to calm down.
Sharon was clapping and laughing.
"Well," Maurice said as things started to calm down, "I think I'll go as
my favorite public figure."
"Who's that?" asked Lola.
"The Speaker of the City Council," he replied. There was a hesitant
silence.
"Christine Quinn," Sharon said, and there was a new uproar.
"You wouldn't!" Nancy said to him.
"Watch me."
"Okay, folks," Carol Anne said. "I love it. All costumes have to be
cleared with me, though, just to make sure none of you carries things too
far..."
"Moi?!" Lola gasped.
"Oui," Carol Anne said firmly, prompting more laughter.
"Um...I'm not sure..." Kimberly started to say.
"Don't worry," Sharon put in, "I'll work with you on a costume. It'll be
fun."
"Any final rules?" Janelle asked.
"Yes. You can be as racy and suggestive as you please, but no direct
exposure of any naughty bits. And you all know what I mean."
"Curses," Greta said. "Foiled again."
Afterward, Carol Anne gave each person an envelope. Sharon tucked hers
inside her purse.
"So," Carol Anne asked her, "what are you planning to be?"
"Dorothy, from 'The Wizard of Oz'."
"I thought it was supposed to be racy!"
Sharon just smiled.
With Carol Anne back at the restaurant, Sharon went back to a five day
work week, although she worked the full hours for the days she did work.
It meant that she was able to devote more time to her writing. She also
was able to see more of Julie and the other girls.
The gift from Carol Anne had taken her breath away - a check for $10,000.
She was still a few thousand short of her goal, but it was enough for her
to start looking around. What she saw was disheartening in the extreme,
and it was starting to look like Manhattan would remain beyond her price
range, at least in any decent neighborhood.
"I think $1,700 a month is absolute rock bottom price, and maybe $1,600
in Brooklyn or Queens," she said. "It's depressing."
"Finish the novel and get it published," Julie suggested, and Sharon
laughed and said she was working on it.
They were sitting in Gramercy Park along with Julie's 10 month old son,
the first time Sharon had been there since the breakup with Jocelyn. She
was glad it didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would. A few of the
old regulars waved or said hello.
"How are things with your basketball friend?" Julie asked.
"Fizzled out. After that one day we spent together, I thought that we'd
at least have a nice friendship develop out of it. But Renee flits from
one thing to another, from person to person. I really think she's afraid
to get in too deeply with anyone."
Julie patted her friend on the knee.
"Maybe she has a past," she said.
They saw Amber come into the park from the Irving Place side, waved, and
watched as she came over to their bench.
"Hi, Sharon," she said, and gave her a hug. "Great to see you."
"How you doing?" Sharon asked.
"Oh, have I got one for the two of you! Guess who's pregnant?"
Sharon and Julie looked at each other with blank expressions.
"Not you," Julie said.
"Definitely not me," Amber replied with a humorless chuckle.
"Not Karen," Sharon said, and Amber shook her head.
"Nope. The newest member of the Teen Mothers Society is...drum roll,
please...my darling stepdaughter."
"KC?!" Julie exclaimed.
"You called it," Sharon said. Amber seemed pleased that she remembered.
"Yep. Of course, now that it's happened, everyone is shocked - shocked! -
that such a thing could have happened to such a sweet little innocent
angel. And they're even more shocked that I am not doing thing one about
any of it.
"I told Frank that if he and his ex were too stupid to figure out that
wearing a g-string to school every day under her micro miniskirt was
grotesquely stupid and might have consequences, then they deserve what
they get. I also reminded him that if her friends had all pranced around
in see-through lingerie in front of him at our house, then they probably
did it at other houses, too, giving other fathers or older brothers
ideas. And I told him that I did not care one bit what they all decided
to do about this, but that he was to make sure that he understood that I
was not going to lift one finger to do anything for his bitch daughter's
little bastard."
"You said that?" Sharon asked. Julie frowned at the fact that it was
asked with approval.
"Oh, yeah. If they want to do the help-the-teen-mother thing, that's
their call. But I'm not changing a single diaper, heating a single bottle
or cleaning up a single drop of puke. And the first time the kid calls me
Grandma - POW!"
Julie gasped but Sharon laughed. Later, when Amber had left, Julie asked
Sharon if she really thought Amber was right.
"Yes, I do. She warned him long ago that KC was a willful child and that
he and his ex were both spoiling her, probably as a way to compete for
her affections. Some kids have the character to rise above that, but
obviously KC doesn't. People often shirk the hard jobs they're supposed
to do, and then when things go badly because of it, they expect someone
else to clean up the mess."
"You think that's all there is to it?" Julie asked.
"No. I think she's suspicious that he might be doing more than ogling
KC's friends."
"I sure hope she's wrong," Julie said with a deep sigh.
A week before Halloween, Sharon reminded Kimberly that she had promised
to help her pick out a costume. Kimberly tried to get out of it, but one
afternoon Sharon met her before work and took her to a costume store in
the Village. Since Kimberly seemed nervous, Sharon picked her costume out
first.
"Are you sure that's a 'Dorothy' costume?" Kimberly asked when she saw
it.
"Sure. It's blue gingham, isn't it?" Sharon replied.
"Yeah, but it just seems kind of..."
"Adult," Sharon said with a grin. When she came out of the dressing room,
Kimberly's eyes popped and her jaw dropped. It was a blue gingham dress,
but it had a lace-up cincher that accentuated her bust. The skirt was
very short, and had a short white crinoline underneath. She wore nude
pantyhose with a light touch of glitter in the fabric, over which she
wore white lace anklets, and her "ruby slippers" were red glitter pumps
with 4" spike heels.
"And," the salesman noted, "your hair is long enough for you to wear it
just like Judy Garland did in the film. I can throw in some matching baby
blue ribbon to tie it with, if you like."
"That would be great, thanks."
"Okay," he said. "Now, what about your friend?"
"I think Kimberly's in shock," Sharon said with a laugh.
"That's fine. Listen, Kim," he said, turning to her, "I do this every
year, and I make a bundle. You hear me? A BUNDLE! And that's because I
know what I'm doing.
"So. The first rule is that Halloween is a chance for you to be something
that you never get to be at any other time. Why do you think so many guys
dress up as schoolgirls?"
"Closet crossdressers?" Kimberly replied. He laughed.
"Some of them, probably. Some might just be curious. But all of them do
it because they can, no questions asked.
"Same thing applies to you. You seem like a very nice quiet girl, which
means that working with these folks must be really strange for you. But
it also means that for this one night, you can try something else on for
size, be some other kind of girl.
"Now, you're friend, here, went for innocent-sexy - well, more like phony
innocent-sexy, but still - so that's the one thing you shouldn't try."
"Why not?"
"You work together, so you really want a somewhat different look. Now,
here's what I want to do: I'm going to pick out a complete ensemble for
you, and I want you to agree in advance that you will put the whole thing
on, no matter what, and come out and let us look at it before making up
your mind."
"Well..."
"I'll even give you a choice - Snow White or Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh!" she said, surprised. "Fairy tale characters. I thought...well, never
mind. I guess whichever costume will interfere less with me when I'm
working. I have to wear this at work."
"I think Snow White." Sharon said. The salesman nodded. He went behind
the counter and pulled out a large box, a small box, and another box that
was obviously a pair of shoes.
A few moments after Kimberly went into the dressing room, they heard her
call out, "You have got to be kidding!"
"You agreed," the salesman called back, shooting Sharon a devilish grin.
"Need help in there?" Sharon offered.
"No!"
Sharon began to wonder if maybe Kimberly was going to back out of it all,
but a few minutes later, she strode out of the dressing room, into the
store itself, and with hands on hips, faced the salesman and said, "You
can't be serious!"
"Oh!" Sharon gasped. "Oh, my!"
Kimberly was wearing the sexiest Snow White costume Sharon had ever seen.
It was two pieces - a bare midriff top that pulled very tightly over her
breasts and the tiniest of skirts, with little blue satin panties that
were plainly visible even when she stood up straight. She wore white
over-the-knee stockings with a white satin bow, and blue patent leather
pumps with 5" stiletto heels and a one inch platform.
"I see only one drawback," the salesman said. "You work in a restaurant?
You are going to have such a mess of food on the floor."
"Why?" Kimberly asked.
"All those men missing their mouths when they eat."
"That's not just hot, Kimberly, that sizzles," Sharon said with approval.
"I just feel so, um, exposed."
"And for once you can enjoy it," Sharon said.
"Okay, I'll take it."
By the time Sharon arrived at the restaurant on the afternoon of
Halloween, Carol Anne was moaning as if in pain. Maurice was wearing a
nicely tailored green skirt suit, with a cream satin blouse, pantyhose
and black pumps with a 2" heel. A blunt cut red wig and a skillful makeup
job made him really resemble the speaker of the New York City Council,
and customers would be doing double takes all night.
Nancy made a very convincing looking pirate, with her hair tied back in
an unflattering ponytail and a patch over her left eye. She had a stuffed
parrot on her shoulder and all night she told customers, "talk to the
parrot." Lola, dressed in a costume of a pirate's wench, with a skirt
that was split almost to the waist and very revealing top, with black
fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels, made a perfect match for
Nancy, who made obvious passes at her every time they passed one another.
Janelle, with her blonde hair, came in as Marilyn Monroe, wearing a white
halter dress and white heels. Maurice had rigged a fan at the end of the
bar, so that anytime she came out from behind the bar, the fan sent her
dress billowing up. Unlike Marilyn Monroe's famous shot, Janelle wore a
tiny white lace thong underneath.
When Max came in dressed as a goth schoolgirl, he was clearly
uncomfortable. Sharon took him aside.
"You look fabulous," she said. Max looked doubtful.
"I love the uniform skirt, nice and short," she went on. "The torn black
fishnet stockings are perfect, along with the black combat boots. And I
love the black tee shirt. The jet black shag wig wouldn't work if you
were trying to look like any other kind of girl, but for goth it's
perfect. You just need a little help with the makeup."
She called Janelle over, and together, they helped make his eye makeup
heavier and they gave him a thick layer of black lipstick. When they were
finished, he checked himself out in the bar mirror.
"Wow!" he gasped. Janelle laughed and went back to work.
"Now, can I ask you something?" Sharon asked, softly. Max nodded. "Who
are you going to be, tonight?"
He seemed confused.
"Are you Max wearing a skirt? Or are you Maxine, unconsciously sexy even
when she tries not to be, bright, rebellious, but also with a sense of
humor and a much bigger heart than she lets on?
"Did you choose this costume because you thought it would be funny? Or
did you, deep down inside, want to know what it felt like to wear a skirt
and stockings and makeup?"
Max's eyes darted back and forth, furtive and anxious. Sharon giggled.
"What?" he asked.
"Max," she said, soothingly, brushing jet black hair away from his ear,
revealing an onyx earring. "You included a lot of little details that are
very good...the earrings, the heavy back cross on a chain, the black
lipstick. I'm going to ask you one question - I'll whisper it, so no one
hears - and I want you to tell me the truth."
She drew very close and whispered so softly he wasn't quite sure he'd
heard, "Are you wearing panties under that skirt?"
The sudden rush of red to his cheeks showed that not only had he heard,
but that the answer was that he had. Sharon bathed him in a warm, almost
loving, smile.
"You didn't do this as a gag, and you didn't just want to see how it felt
to wear a skirt," she said. "You wanted to know how it felt to actually
be a girl. And what you're most afraid of now is that someone who knows
you might figure that out."
He stared at the floor.
"The truth is, no one who sees you being a girl will think anything of
it, because Halloween provides the cover for you. They might tease you
about it tomorrow, but you can simply tease them back, telling them how
jealous they're being. But if you try to laugh it off as a joke, not only
will you not be convincing, but you'll also have ruined your chance to
find out what you really want to know."
The dinner rush started early. Regulars came in and brought friends with
them. Carol Anne, decked out in leather and vinyl, welcomed each patron
she greeted by pointing a riding crop at them and asking if they were
Dalmations, while Sharon greeted every patron with, "Good evening, I
don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
"Honey," one gentleman blurted, "if the real Dorothy had looked that
good, the Wizard never would have left without her."
He was rewarded with a hard nudge in the ribs from his wife, but after
Sharon had shown them to their table and returned to her station, her
hips swaying, the crinoline swaying alluringly with them, she could see
him gazing after her with undisguised hunger.
"I hope you checked his wife for weapons," Carol Anne said with a smirk.
"You're going to win, by the way."
She was referring to a ballot that was included with each check at the
end of the meal, on which diners were asked to pick the best costume -
Madame Cruella, Dorothy, Snow White, Long John, the Pirate Wench, Maxine
the Goth Girl, Speaker Christine or Marilyn. She had put up a $100 prize
for the winner.
"Nah, I think Kimberly has that locked up. Look at how people are
drooling over her."
"She's hard core sexy. But you're innocent-sexy, and that's why you'll
win."
As the evening wore on, friends came in. Jack and Julie Mumford came in,
dressed as Clark Kent and Lois Lane.
"I'm just about the only guy in costume as a guy," Jack said, bemused. "I
feel kind of left out."
When Rod and George came in as the Tin Man and the Scarecrow, everyone
wanted to get a picture of the together with Sharon. Of course, she went
along. George pulled her aside afterward.
"I just wanted to ask you something. Do you realize just how incredibly
sexy you look? People can't take their eyes off you."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, George. How do you always know me so well?"
"Intuition, my dear. Listen, I want you to take a cab home tonight. I
know you've never been raped, and I don't want you to have your first
experience tonight."
"Thanks. But Carol Anne is driving me home."
As expected, things got wilder when the parade marchers began to arrive.
Sharon and Carol Anne were able to spot the ones who were obviously under
the influence of mind-altering substances and they were encouraged to go
elsewhere, but even the straight ones were wearing strange and sometimes
shocking costumes. It wasn't long before a crowd gathered outside the
restaurant just to check everyone out.
"Can you handle things here?" Carol Anne asked Sharon, who nodded. "Good.
I'm going outside to sell appetizers and drinks."
"So, that's what all the paper plates and plastic cups are for! You never
miss a trick."
"Try not to."
Pretty soon, the sidewalk was jammed. There were college girls dressed as
fairies, their "wings" drooping more to one side or the other and their
skimpy costumes pushed further askew to reveal soft breasts as they
became more inebriated. There were legions of guys dressed as schoolgirls
and hookers, as well as one who made a very convincing nun.
The crowd started buzzing, and the buzzing grew louder and turned to
gales of laughter as a six-and-a-half foot tall penis made its way to the
door. Carol Anne did nothing to stop him.
As he entered the restaurant itself, the whole place went silent as
everyone turned to stare. Sharon gave him the same greeting about not
being in Kansas anymore.
"Well, then," he said, "where am I?"
"The end of the Yellow Brick Road."
He looked her up and down, whistled, and said, "Well, miss, I'm glad I
ran into you. I think I could make a vas deferens in your life."
Just then, two women dressed as police came in.
"Hey," the first one called out to the second, "they were right. They do
have a stiff in here."
"He's a big one," the second said. "But you know what they say: when the
head gets soft, that gets hard. Or is it the other way around?"
"It's not my fault," the penis said as the first cop started to lead him
away. "I was only a few inches long until I saw Dorothy, here."
The second came up to Sharon, and the look of hunger in her eyes was
unmistakable.
"Got anything to say for yourself, you piece of Kansas jailbait?"
"There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
Carol Anne decided to close at 1:00 in the morning. It was the single
most profitable evening she'd had since she opened the place. The tip
money was off the charts, easily twenty times what they usually got on a
good night.
Dorothy won the poll by a substantial margin, but Maxine the Goth Girl
was a strong second, with Snow White not too far behind. Sharon had a
chance to talk to Max quietly before they left for the night.
"Had fun, didn't you?" she asked. He shrugged in reply. "Don't be shy.
Admit it - you really enjoyed yourself."
"It was okay."
"But that's all?"
He nodded.
"Then explain to me why you still have all your makeup on, just refreshed
your lipstick and checked your hair in that mirror."
He blushed, but not as much as she'd thought he would.
"It's okay, Maxine. Your secret is safe with me."
Carol Anne had insisted that everyone be driven home, and Sharon was the
last one she dropped off.
"Thank you so much," Carol Anne said. "I have to ask you one thing. Is it
true that you kissed the giant penis?"
Sharon looked shocked.
"Absolutely not. I couldn't take the chance!"
"Of what?"
"That he'd ruin my costume."
To be continued...
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