As Adam and Gogo left, Katie's head was spinning, for several reasons.
Her friends always looked at her funny when she declined their offers to spend her winter/spring/summer break in some exotic trip with them; between living in the dorms and Adam's reluctance to screw her or her mother when her father was around (he still did, of course, but less often and with a bit more hesitation) she didn't get to have her too-male fix often enough as it was, and she certainly wouldn't get it if she went off to some foreign locale. True, Katie often dreamed of him coming along so she could introduce him to and share him with her girlfriends, but she knew that would never happen; he loved his wives to much to leave them for that long.
So she was slightly peeved at having to share him with yet another woman. This was a silly and immature thing to feel, Katie knew, and her mother would undoubtedly chide her about it, but she felt it anyways. And that led to another thing that was bugging her.
Kaite had always known she was adopted, and even had some vague memories of her birth parents. But she'd never really given her origins much thought, until tonight, when Gogo had mentioned that she was from Mastonesia. She was pretty sure that was her country of origin as well, although she hadn't said anything. She was reasonably certain that Gogo was the sort who'd take the opportunity to start going on and on about her native land if invited, and Katie wasn't sure she wanted to hear about it just quite yet, especially if that little tidbit Gogo had mentioned about the average Mastonesian bust was true.
Which led to the third, and oddly most notable of the things that was making her brain sizzle. Katie knew she was a beautiful woman, and took pride in every facet of her beauty. But her greatest pride was her breasts. She was the bustiest of Adam's women (although the call girl, Mary, was only a hair smaller), and enjoyed flaunting her enormous H-cups. And yet there was Gogo, who made her look flat. For someone who self-idenified herself as super-busty, that was pretty shattering. There was only one remedy she could think of.
Now she had to convince her mom to let her get implants.
"Say, mom, can we talk?" Katie ventured.
"We'll be spending a lot to look good for whatever wedding Adam has planned," Joan advised, not looking up from her book.
"Mom, you're so cynical. Not every conversation has to be over some major expense."
"'Cynical' is not the word, dear. I would call myself 'conditioned.'" She sighed and put away the book. "But since you were kind enough to neatly insert the word 'major,' I presume you have a so-called 'minor' expense in mind."
"Mom, I need a boob job."
Joan held still. "Please tell me you're joking."
"Mom, I don't understand. I'm Mastonesian, right?"
"No, dear. You are only half Mastonesian. Your father was a missionary, and your mother was ... well ... the reason he gave up being a missionary. And by the way, you know your mother has always envied your figure -- along with pretty much the entire female race."
"Yes, but I want to look really and truly Mastonesian."
"He's never going to marry you."
"You think this is about marriage?"
"I know it's about Adam. Dear, you had your chance. He took one look at you and thought 'I've got to nail that.' So he nailed you. But he also nailed Heather, who he respects, and Flora, who he just plain loves to fuck. Just because you're the bustiest belle at the ball, that doesn't make you the queen."
"Yes, but you saw him with that ... Gogo woman."
"Yes, and I don't know if I can blame him. Leave me alone with a woman built like that for too long and I might just switch teams."
"Maa-awm!"
"I'm kidding. Well ... maybe."
"I want to look like an average Mastonesian, like Gogo said."
"But that's not what Gogo said, my dear. Remember, I was part of the conversation too. She never said all Mastonesian women are like her. She always specifically said that a lot of the women in her home village are like her. We may not be dealing with an entire nation, but simply an extended family. Anyway, Adam is no more going to marry Gogo than you. He likes his bosomy girl toys. Live with it."
"Well ... I'm going to go for it anyway."
Joan looked back up. "You would rather have a boob job than that silly skycar you've been socking away all your money for? I'm impressed. It will be less expensive and leave you more savings."
"So I can do it?"
"It's within your budget and as whims go it's a slightly more sensible one. Sure, go for it."
"Mom, thanks!" Katie hugged Joan's shoulders as Joan continued to look away. "I'm going for K-cups!"
As Katie left, Joan quietly murmured to her book "Sure, and you'll have them right back to normal in two years when people quit taking you seriously as an entrepreneur. Mark my words." her face settled into a twisted smirk.
(Originally posted to the BE Addventure, by Shendude and DruulEmpire) |