| Once again, Marisa erupted with laughter. Wil laughed as well. �Why you laughing at me?� asked Marisa, after she was able to compose herself. �Damnit, it�s funny. I can�t help it sometimes. Ay, look at the bright side. At least they not fucking you.� �Wil, that�s comforting. You sick, man. At least they not fucking me.� Ay, it�s a possibility. But as of yet, they�ve given you the courtesy of not fucking you.� �Oh, I should be so grateful.� �You should. Shit could be worse.� |
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| (Gloria) |
| About ten to fifteen minutes later, Wil and Marisa were backstage at a local theatre setting up equipment and waiting for Wil's new assistant to arrive. (Actually Wil, was setting up equipment, while Marisa watched, her being wheelchair bound and all.) "Wil, she's late," growled Marisa. "Five minutes, Marisa. Chill. Your ass was late all the time." Marisa frowned. "Shut up." The backstage doorbell rang and Wil went to open the door. It was Wil's assistant looking just as he had described her, wearing a pink mini-dress and matching Candies mules, one of which she had slipped out of, curling her toes at its back. "Hey Gloria." "What's up Wil? I'm not too late am I? Traffic was a little crazy." "Nah,you're good. Come on in." Gloria slipped back into her shoe and entered. Wil brought her over to Marisa to introduce her. "This is my former assistant Marisa." |
| "Hi,� said Gloria, shaking Marisa�s hand. �What�s up? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!� Gloria looked over at Wil with a confused expression. �You�ll get used to that,� he said. �Maybe. Shit, I still ain�t got used to it.� Marisa calmed after about half a minute. �Look, Marisa,� said Wil. �This is what an assistant�s dress is supposed to look like,� Marisa looked Gloria up and down, observing her tight fitting little dress and cute matching shoes. Gloria shook out of one of the shoes and wiggled her toes. �Whatever,� grumbled Marisa, rolling her eyes. �See how unruly she is?� said Wil. �I was probably gonna fire her ass anyway.� Gloria giggled. �Wil!� Marisa screeched. |
| Onstage, Wil and Gloria ran through Wil�s repertoire of tricks. Gloria seemed to be catching on to her duties pretty quickly. Wil was impressed. Marisa was a little less than enthusiastic about the situation. Wil saved the slice-the-girl-in-half trick for last. He wheeled the box forward, explained to Gloria where she was supposed to stand and what she was supposed to do, after which, Gloria slipped out of her shoes and allowed Wil to help her into the box. After Wil had made sure the box was securely closed, he took a feather from his pocket and begun waving it across Gloria�s soles. Gloria gasped and spread her toes, obviously taken unawares by this new development. �Wil!� Gloria�s feet waved around and she tried to pull them back through the ankle holes, but her feet were too big for that. She�d been trying to hold her laugh in, but it became too much for her, as it spilled out in a staccato giggle. �Wil, what are you doing?� she croaked. �This is part of the initiation.� �Initiation?� And an initiation she did endure. For about ten minutes, Wil went back and forth between Gloria�s soles, feathering her arches and teasing her toes, making them curl, spread, twist and contort into innumerable positions. Her giggles had turned into back bending laughter. Marisa watched the initiation with mild amusement. It seemed to assuage the bit of jealousy Marisa had detected simmering within her. At one point, Gloria appeared to be trying to speak, but Wil�s feather sliding across the balls of her feet robbed her of her words and was chasing her laugh as it was barely audible. Gloria�s face was turning bright red and Marisa was starting to feel sorry for her. She looked so helpless, not being able to say anything and struggling within that box. |
| �Wil, don�t you think that�s enough?� said Marisa. �She�s turning fucking purple.� �Oh, I guess you�re right,� said Wil, sticking his feather back into his pocket. Gloria let out a big sigh, grateful for the relief. Wil helped her out of the box and into a chair. �Did you enjoy that?� asked Wil. �Not really,� replied Gloria, still breathing hard. �You still wanna be my assistant?� �Hell yeah. I didn�t go through all that for nothing.� �Good. Sorry about all that initiation business. Let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner.� �What?� Marisa shrieked. �You hungry?� �Yeah,� said Gloria. �Marisa, we�ll just drop you off at the crib.� �But I�m hungry too,� Marisa whined, looking ready to cry. |