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The Crazy Chick
by DKB
I can't stop thinking about her, her hair, her eyes, her kisses. It's
driving me crazy. But what else could I have done? What else could I
have said?
I met her a couple of Fridays back, at my usual after-work haunt. It's a
bit of a run down old place, no music or television, just beer. But I
like it. I can drink in peace with the other old farts. But that night
this girl came in and she was totally out of place. I don't think the
old watering hole had seen anything like her in living memory. When the
regulars lifted their heads from their beers I swear all their eyes stuck
out on stalks. Everything about her was stunning. She had long,
tumbling, golden hair; incredible breasts, young and firm, the kind that
just stick straight out, you know; and they were wrapped in this tight
white cropped t-shirt; and she had this short, bolero-style leather
jacket; and she was showing off a stomach as flat as a board; and a
luscious ass in a miniscule denim mini; legs that went on forever; tiny
little stiletto-heeled ankle boots. And she looked young. She might
have been twenty-one, but I wouldn't bet on it. I could see the barman
wondering whether to ask for ID, but she smiled at him and he decided not
to. She had that kind of smile. And then she sat down next to me and
she said, "Hey, you wanna buy me a beer?"
"Sure," I said. Just getting to sit next to her was worth four dollars
of anyone's money.
She said she was called Candy. Later on it was Barbie, or Babs. Then
she asked me to call her Trixie. Much later, when she was sober, she
said her name was Ann, so that's what I'll call her.
She was all over me that night, really familiar. She had her hand on my
leg almost immediately, stroking my hair, all that shit. No way was I
complaining but it was a bit weird, kind of intense. We talked about all
sorts of stuff. Maybe I told her then some of the stuff that later it
seemed strange that she knew. I can't really remember because, of
course, we didn't just stop at one beer and I found her almost as
intoxicating as the drink. She was acting like she'd known me for ages.
I think the other guys thought they were seeing a side of me they hadn't
known existed, that I'd turned into some kind of wild babe magnet without
them noticing. That was kind of nice. A guy like me and a girl like
that? Wow! "What's his secret?" I could see them thinking.
Pretty soon I took Ann back to my place and, well, she fucked my brains
out. There is no other way of describing it. As soon as we were alone
together she went wild. She almost pushed me into the bedroom, jumped on
me, kissed me all over and thrust her magnificent breasts in my face.
The energy of that woman brought out something in me I hadn't felt in
years. She made me feel like a kid again. We did it twice, straight
off, once hot and hasty and once long, slow and intense. The next thing
I remember is waking up in the early hours to find her having another go.
I was too exhausted to lift a finger, but I didn't have to. She did all
the work while I just lay there enjoying it.
And when I woke again I was almost ready to think it had all been a
dream, except there she was, padding about the apartment (my apartment!)
in nothing but a pair of lacy panties, fixing me breakfast. She was
incredible to look at, but even then I also thought there was something
slightly odd about the way she moved. I mean, she was very slinky and
everything, but it didn't look quite natural to her, as if she'd learned
all her moves watching the Playboy channel or as if she was trying to
audition for something.
After she'd eaten and dressed she said she had stuff to do, but that
she'd be back that evening, that she wanted me to take her out somewhere
nice.
Well, I had thought I could take her for pizza. I knew a nice cosy
place. But when I saw Ann again that evening I had to revise my plans
pretty sharpish because there was no way I could just take her to Tony's
looking like that. She'd changed from rock chick to movie star glamour
puss, in a long, scarlet evening dress with a plunging halter-style
neckline; backless almost down to her butt; full skirt, slit halfway to
heaven; matching stilettos. Unbelievable! I quickly changed into a tux
and took her to the fanciest restaurant I knew. I must have blown a
week's wages with all the champagne we drank, but I didn't care. I felt
like a million dollars and she looked like two million.
It was over coffee that things really started to get a bit weird. She
started asking about my work and my boss. Just casual, to start off
with, but then she was more insistent, did I really enjoy the job or had
I just taken it because of Jerry, what was it like working for an old
friend. How did she know all this stuff?
I should explain. Jerry and I were best friends from way back, junior
school. We ran around everywhere together, all through to high school
graduation. We were totally inseparable, even though we were from real
different backgrounds. His family were pretty rich. His dad owned a
factory making optical instruments, a major employer in the town. But he
never let all that go to his head. He never looked down on anybody.
People liked him. And he threw great parties. And he was real smart,
worked hard at school. I was just an ordinary guy and I preferred sports
to books. But we hit it off somehow. He helped me keep my grades up and
then he came to watch me playing football. We got drunk together and
chased girls together. After high school something happened, I'm not
sure what. Jerry fell out with his dad, or maybe he just wanted to make
his own way. Whatever, he went to Europe to study and then did all
sorts, I don't know what, and we lost touch. Then, a year back now, old
man Davison died and Jerry came back to take over the business. When we
met up again I was in a bad patch. I'd been made redundant. Jerry gave
me a job, in sales. Now don't get me wrong. It's no cushy number just
because we're old mates. I work hard and I'm good at my job. But of
course I'm grateful. And we hang out together sometimes, just like old
times. But it's not the same. It's been too long.
And now here was Ann asking all sorts of strange questions. I know all
about not looking gift horses in mouths, but I was getting a nasty
feeling.
"Did Jerry put you up to this?"
"No. Not really." She didn't sound convincing.
"Are you some kind of call girl?"
"No!" She seemed shocked, vehement, maybe just pretending. "I just..."
"What?"
"Bob, I love you. I always have. I've always wanted to..."
"Oh come on! We just met yesterday."
"Bob, listen. This will sound completely crazy, but listen. You
remember Jerry was away in New Orleans a few weeks back? Well...I found
this medallion...apparently it's called the Medallion of Zulo and...
something happened, something magical, something incredible,
something..." She had this strange, wistful, scared, awed expression, as
if just remembering whatever it was was freaking her out. She leant in
close and her voice, deep and low for the last few minutes, descended to
a whisper. "Bob, it's me. I'm Jerry. I turned into... It's me."
Well, what can you say to that?
"You're fucking nuts! What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull here
you mad bitch?"
She looked down at the table. "I should have known you wouldn't believe
me."
"What did you expect? Look, this is complete crap, not least because,
one, I just saw Jerry yesterday at work."
"That's not really Jerry."
"Oh, right. That was really Ann I suppose?"
She shrugged and nodded. "It was her medallion. I met her selling
trinkets on the sidewalk and she was wearing it round her neck. I asked
her how much it was. She said it wasn't for sale, but if I took her back
to the hotel she'd show me what it could do. We had a bit of fun
experimenting. Body swap is just the start of it. And then..."
"What?"
She gave a rueful grin. "We lost it."
"Oh, how very fucking convenient! So you're stuck like this now are
you?"
"I don't care. I'm twenty years younger."
"And she's twenty years older?"
Another shrug. "Yeah, but she's also a millionaire. And if she finds
the medallion again then there are things she can do. But that's her
business. I'm happy with the way things turned out."
"How does it make you feel that she's got your stuff?"
"I don't care. I hated it. And I was rubbish at it. The firm's been
coasting ever since I took over, we've had no new clients in months. I
only tried because I felt guilty. Dad hated what I... We didn't speak
in years. But I saw him a few times before he died and I knew he wanted
to keep it in the family." You had to admire her. She really had her
story worked out. "But Annie, she's really good at it. She's got a real
feel for business. She's ambitious and she works hard. She, you know,
she's come up from the streets. I'm quite happy to leave her to it.
She's given me a lump sum out of my old inheritance. So I've got no
worries. Anyway, are you starting to believe me now?"
"Don't be stupid. You cannot be Jerry because, secondly, if you were,"
now my skin was beginning to crawl thinking about it, "you would not be
running around fucking guys...me! Jerry Davison is not gay. I know that
for a fact."
"I was bi. I've had a few different relationships, but they never
lasted. You were my first and biggest crush."
"This is mad. We used to share girlfriends."
"I always asked them what you were like."
"We looked at his dad's Playboys together."
"I envied those women the way you looked at them." She struck a pose.
"Now I could be in Playboy, couldn't I?"
I almost couldn't bear what she was doing to me, to Jerry. "This is just
sick, you know that?"
"Bob, what did you see in me, or Jerry, if you prefer? I always
wondered. I mean, you were so handsome and popular and everything and I
was this clumsy, geeky, little spoilt rich kid."
"Everyone liked Jerry."
"They liked that I was rich. They liked my dad. They liked my parties.
They didn't like me. But you did. Why?"
"He respected me. He didn't treat me like a brainless jock."
"I looked up to you."
"He was a good laugh. He was always up for anything."
"I adored you. I would have done anything for you. Anything you
suggested, I was always there. I was totally fearless if you were in the
lead. Stealing champagne from my dad, vandalizing the principal's car,
bugging the girls' changing room, I wouldn't have dared any of that if
you hadn't suggested it."
"No! You know nothing about it!"
"Remember when we went on that hunting trip? We never shot anything, of
course. But we camped out together under the stars. You went skinny
dipping in that lake. I wouldn't and you said I was scared. And I was,
scared that you'd see how excited I was. But I sat with my legs
together, holding it down, and watched you swim around. The water
glistened off your back and your shoulders. And in that tent your body
was inches away from mine and I..."
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I know I would have lost it completely if I'd
had to listen to any more. "I do not know what crazy game you are trying
to play, but it is time to end it right now. I really think you should
leave now, Ann. Just go."
And she did. Calmly and quietly, with a slightly sad but also resigned
expression, she got up, put her coat on and left. She turned at the door
to give me one last look, and then she was gone. A few of the other
diners were obviously interested, but couldn't quite tell what had
happened. I suppose they thought it was some kind of lovers' tiff. I
felt their contempt for me. What kind of man would drive away a girl
like that?
I saw Ann again a few days later, just walking down the street. I don't
know if she noticed me or not. I didn't think there was any point saying
anything.
She looked different. Don't get me wrong, she was still sexy as all
hell, but somehow it seemed more natural, not the glamour model act she'd
given me. She was wearing jeans, a loose, baggy t-shirt and flat-heeled
sandals. She was with this young guy, some college kid I think, good-
looking. She was laughing at something. She looked happy. I can't get
her out of my head.
Thursday I bumped into Jerry for I think the first time in a week or
something, just going into the office. I felt like punching his lights
out, which makes no sense at all no matter how you look at it. But I
couldn't help feeling he must have been involved somehow. Instead I
tried to talk to him.
"Hey Jerry, remember the old days, when we were kids together?"
"Great days, Bob."
"Remember that hunting trip? Do you remember that stag we brought down?"
"Hoo yeah! He was a big fella' wasn't he?"
"You should come round Saturday and watch the game with me. We'll get
some beers in."
"Yeah, sure. Except..." He pantomimed remembering something. "Sorry, I
have to be away. Business trip, you know. But definitely, we'll catch
up, sometime. I'll check my calendar."
How does she remember that camping trip better than he can? Is he
pretending? I don't understand what they're up to. I had to try
something different.
"Jerry, do you know someone called Ann?"
He paused and gave a wry grimace. "Hm."
I thought I knew what that meant.
"She fucked you over too, huh?"
Then he laughed. "Nah, we're not like that. We're, ah, just good
friends, you know."
"No. I don't know. Do you know she's pretending to be you?"
He laughed again. "Well, yeah, but, what else is she going to do? After
all, she's got the figure for it."
It took me a moment to realise what he meant. "Hang on. You're kidding,
aren't you? You're not really saying you're Ann?"
He put his hands up in mock protest.
"Now wait a minute. I've got Jerry's driving licence, so I must be him,
right?"
I really didn't need him goofing around like this.
"Look, Jerry. I don't know what she's said to you. But, I got to tell
you, she really..."
He shrugged. "Hey, the way I hear it - you had something, and you didn't
know what you had. Then you lost it, got it back and lost it again, like
a fool."
I think I clenched my fists, or something, because he sort of squared up
to me and gave me a look. "Listen Bob, you're a good worker, but I
really don't think we're going to be pals any more. Sorry about that."
Then he turned and walked away.
I cannot figure it out. Why's he being like this? What has she done to
him? What's their game? All I really know is I'll never meet another
girl like Ann, and it's driving me crazy.
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