The Plan
"You see, last night, Micky informed me that unfortunately they are all attracted to me. Since they didn't come to me and explain this like adults, I am going to show them a whole new side. That's where you come in, Becca. I need you to put together a drop dead gorgeous outfit that personifies the horse whip."
Becca grins and says, "I think I can help you with that."
"Well, it looks like you are in good hands, so I will go meet Paul and tell him the next part," says Laura.
"I really appreciate your help, Laura, I'll see the two of you tonight. From what I understand, Brett has invited you to this banquet thing."
"I can't wait to hear all about this afternoon. Have fun and see you tonight."
After she left, Becca and I get to work. It takes 4 hours to complete the outfit but it was all worth it. She created a lovely black satin bustier set that covered everything exactly the way I wanted it to. While the skirt is slit up to the hip on the right side, the top is comfortably boned to show lot of cleavage. She is truly gifted. Paul enters the shop just as I am putting on the trench coat.
Shocked he asks, "Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Yes, is everything set?"
'Yeah, Davy was very concerned when I told him that the bags were in the lobby, and you were no where around."
"Excellent."
Paul had Laura's car, as the limo was in for an oil change. We road to Davy's in silence. I was aware that he was still not sure I was doing the right thing. When we arrived, he walked me to the door and rang the bell. He gave me a final vote of confidence and left. So there I was, 3:15 in the afternoon, standing in a trench coat holding my little black bag, on the doorstep of Davy Jones's house. After a few minutes, Davy opens the door, surprised to see how I am dressed. He invites me in and offers to take the coat; I refuse.
"Show me where the others are."
"Are you ok?" he asks.
"The better question is - are you?"
"You're starting to scare me."
"Be afraid, be very afraid."
We go upstairs to the cozy living room. This was more than I could ever hope for, complete privacy - I had planned on having to close drapes or something. Davy takes a seat; I open my bag and take out the horsewhip. You could smell the fear.
"Relax, I am not going to hurt anyone. Unless, of course, that's what you like. I am sure by now Micky has told you of our little conversation. By the look on your faces, you are a little surprised to see melike this."
There was a collective - umm
"Since you have all discussed me, 'tis high time I discuss you!" I look at their faces as I start unbuttoning the coat. Keeping it closed, I continue, "Now, I was hurt when you, Peter, left the other night with a flimsy excuse and no explanation. Then Micky brought it up. It seems that you three want to do more than just hug; but have taken it upon yourselves to decide that I would be repulsed by the idea. So instead, you have bought me fancy clothes, taken me to expensive restaurants, paid for me to become beautiful - not to mention the hotel room and limo. You have received back the clothes, and now here is your WHORE." I drop trench coat as I finish the last word.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't this what you said last night? You want me; I arouse you. Well here I am, so use me like you wanted." I tell them, with tears streaming.
Davy takes a blanket from the couch, and covers me. When we hear the limo arrive, Micky and Peter leave to talk to Paul.
Davy sort of shakes his head and says, "I think you have had too much time to think. Would you like to know why we haven't made any moves?"
"Ok."
"You have stirred up a lot of emotions within us. We have so much respect for you and we want to help fulfill your dream. On the other hand, seducing you has crossed our minds, once or twice. When we are with you, we are like teenage boys again. When Ami set you up with Hayden, Peter was fuming; jealousy ran rampant within us. Later that night, when Peter was in your room, he wanted to see how far a kiss would go. Ultimately he wanted to make sweet passionate love to you."
"Why didn't he say something?"
"He didn't know how. He was also unsure how Micky and I would react. We were going to ask you to come with us on the next leg of our tour."
"Were?"
"Well are, but there are still details that need to be worked out. For instance, we don't want you to be uncomfortable in any way."
Micky and Peter come back in and hear the last part. Micky asks, "You told her? I thought we were waiting for tonight."
"I did because she needed to know now."
Peter apologizes to me and I counter by saying, "'Tis me who should be apologizing. I jumped to conclusions." Then the blanket falls from my shoulders, I smile and say, "I guess I went a little overboard with the outfit."
"No, not at all, " they respond together.
Davy notices the clock and says, "I hate to break this lovely moment up, but I believe that it is getting late. Let me show you to your room, so you can get ready."
Laughing I tell them, "I guess the next time you see me I will be a little more covered."
Micky admits, "I do believe that we will be slightly disappointed, as you are unforgettable in this so-called outfit."
As I enter the room, I see the dress. It appears that Davy has talked to my mother. The dress has a black slip, with a chiffon overlay in a shimmer of purple. There are bell sleeves, a low square neckline and the skirt is about tea length in the front and the back hits my ankles. It is definitely in the renaissance style. When I am finished, I emerge from the room and go downstairs. The boys gasp as I descend.
Giggling I ask, "So, which outfit do you like better?"
"Well, Luv, both are nice but I think this one is better for going out," Davy comments.
"Diplomat"
Peter, raises his hands in defeat and says, "Davy won, I conceded."
Micky simply states, "you're gorgeous."
"Thank you. Umm, where's Mike?"
"He'll be meeting us there. Don't be surprised if he is a little distant, " Davy says. "We had a tiff, it appears that he disapproves of our attention to you."
"Really?!?"
"I believe the term unhealthy came up." Micky says as we head out the door.
As we get into the lime, Paul notices that things are a little strained, but says nothing. Although things should be back to normal, we can only manage bits of conversation, which turn into awkward silences. Peter decides that he has had enough and breaks the ice.
"So if your were to sleep with one of us, who would you choose?"
Shocked but not shaken by such a question, I ask, "do I really have to choose just one? On the other hand, technically, I have already slept with you, Peter."
He responded with laughter, "True, I was joking, you don't really have to answer."
"I know. To be honest, if you had asked me after our first meeting, the answer would have been easy. Davy has always had my heart. But now that I know you, it is too hard to decide."
"Now who's being the diplomat?" stated Davy.
I clear my throat and casually change the subject. "Paul told me that Steve Martin is being honored tonight. What kind of award is it?"
"Well he is not getting any physical award, so I guess it could be called a retrospect. They're showing clips of his SNL days and the various movies he has been in. Plus there will be dancing and some other entertainment," explains Micky.
"Cool." After another silence, I ask, "Are you all ok? I mean, is this the way it is going to be between us? Silences and awkward conversation?"
"No, I guess that we still have not gotten over that speech," says Micky.
Peter adds, "Or that outfit."
Micky asks, "Have you ever considered becoming an actress?"
"Once in awhile, but then I think I may have trouble with the lines." I say as I laugh.
"Gentlemen and lady, we have arrived." Paul announces, maniacally.
"Are we safe?"
"When you are with us, yes." Micky says, with a gleam in his eye.
"Maybe you should be renamed the Secret Serviceor better yet the Secret Monkees?"
We all laugh, putting aside all the awkwardness. Before Davy takes my arm, Paul tells me that this is the last time he will be my driver. Officially his job is over and he will be picking up Laura since they are both invited.
"You see, last night, Micky informed me that unfortunately they are all attracted to me. Since they didn't come to me and explain this like adults, I am going to show them a whole new side. That's where you come in, Becca. I need you to put together a drop dead gorgeous outfit that personifies the horse whip."
Becca grins and says, "I think I can help you with that."
"Well, it looks like you are in good hands, so I will go meet Paul and tell him the next part," says Laura.
"I really appreciate your help, Laura, I'll see the two of you tonight. From what I understand, Brett has invited you to this banquet thing."
"I can't wait to hear all about this afternoon. Have fun and see you tonight."
After she left, Becca and I get to work. It takes 4 hours to complete the outfit but it was all worth it. She created a lovely black satin bustier set that covered everything exactly the way I wanted it to. While the skirt is slit up to the hip on the right side, the top is comfortably boned to show lot of cleavage. She is truly gifted. Paul enters the shop just as I am putting on the trench coat.
Shocked he asks, "Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Yes, is everything set?"
'Yeah, Davy was very concerned when I told him that the bags were in the lobby, and you were no where around."
"Excellent."
Paul had Laura's car, as the limo was in for an oil change. We road to Davy's in silence. I was aware that he was still not sure I was doing the right thing. When we arrived, he walked me to the door and rang the bell. He gave me a final vote of confidence and left. So there I was, 3:15 in the afternoon, standing in a trench coat holding my little black bag, on the doorstep of Davy Jones's house. After a few minutes, Davy opens the door, surprised to see how I am dressed. He invites me in and offers to take the coat; I refuse.
"Show me where the others are."
"Are you ok?" he asks.
"The better question is - are you?"
"You're starting to scare me."
"Be afraid, be very afraid."
We go upstairs to the cozy living room. This was more than I could ever hope for, complete privacy - I had planned on having to close drapes or something. Davy takes a seat; I open my bag and take out the horsewhip. You could smell the fear.
"Relax, I am not going to hurt anyone. Unless, of course, that's what you like. I am sure by now Micky has told you of our little conversation. By the look on your faces, you are a little surprised to see melike this."
There was a collective - umm
"Since you have all discussed me, 'tis high time I discuss you!" I look at their faces as I start unbuttoning the coat. Keeping it closed, I continue, "Now, I was hurt when you, Peter, left the other night with a flimsy excuse and no explanation. Then Micky brought it up. It seems that you three want to do more than just hug; but have taken it upon yourselves to decide that I would be repulsed by the idea. So instead, you have bought me fancy clothes, taken me to expensive restaurants, paid for me to become beautiful - not to mention the hotel room and limo. You have received back the clothes, and now here is your WHORE." I drop trench coat as I finish the last word.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't this what you said last night? You want me; I arouse you. Well here I am, so use me like you wanted." I tell them, with tears streaming.
Davy takes a blanket from the couch, and covers me. When we hear the limo arrive, Micky and Peter leave to talk to Paul.
Davy sort of shakes his head and says, "I think you have had too much time to think. Would you like to know why we haven't made any moves?"
"Ok."
"You have stirred up a lot of emotions within us. We have so much respect for you and we want to help fulfill your dream. On the other hand, seducing you has crossed our minds, once or twice. When we are with you, we are like teenage boys again. When Ami set you up with Hayden, Peter was fuming; jealousy ran rampant within us. Later that night, when Peter was in your room, he wanted to see how far a kiss would go. Ultimately he wanted to make sweet passionate love to you."
"Why didn't he say something?"
"He didn't know how. He was also unsure how Micky and I would react. We were going to ask you to come with us on the next leg of our tour."
"Were?"
"Well are, but there are still details that need to be worked out. For instance, we don't want you to be uncomfortable in any way."
Micky and Peter come back in and hear the last part. Micky asks, "You told her? I thought we were waiting for tonight."
"I did because she needed to know now."
Peter apologizes to me and I counter by saying, "'Tis me who should be apologizing. I jumped to conclusions." Then the blanket falls from my shoulders, I smile and say, "I guess I went a little overboard with the outfit."
"No, not at all, " they respond together.
Davy notices the clock and says, "I hate to break this lovely moment up, but I believe that it is getting late. Let me show you to your room, so you can get ready."
Laughing I tell them, "I guess the next time you see me I will be a little more covered."
Micky admits, "I do believe that we will be slightly disappointed, as you are unforgettable in this so-called outfit."
As I enter the room, I see the dress. It appears that Davy has talked to my mother. The dress has a black slip, with a chiffon overlay in a shimmer of purple. There are bell sleeves, a low square neckline and the skirt is about tea length in the front and the back hits my ankles. It is definitely in the renaissance style. When I am finished, I emerge from the room and go downstairs. The boys gasp as I descend.
Giggling I ask, "So, which outfit do you like better?"
"Well, Luv, both are nice but I think this one is better for going out," Davy comments.
"Diplomat"
Peter, raises his hands in defeat and says, "Davy won, I conceded."
Micky simply states, "you're gorgeous."
"Thank you. Umm, where's Mike?"
"He'll be meeting us there. Don't be surprised if he is a little distant, " Davy says. "We had a tiff, it appears that he disapproves of our attention to you."
"Really?!?"
"I believe the term unhealthy came up." Micky says as we head out the door.
As we get into the lime, Paul notices that things are a little strained, but says nothing. Although things should be back to normal, we can only manage bits of conversation, which turn into awkward silences. Peter decides that he has had enough and breaks the ice.
"So if your were to sleep with one of us, who would you choose?"
Shocked but not shaken by such a question, I ask, "do I really have to choose just one? On the other hand, technically, I have already slept with you, Peter."
He responded with laughter, "True, I was joking, you don't really have to answer."
"I know. To be honest, if you had asked me after our first meeting, the answer would have been easy. Davy has always had my heart. But now that I know you, it is too hard to decide."
"Now who's being the diplomat?" stated Davy.
I clear my throat and casually change the subject. "Paul told me that Steve Martin is being honored tonight. What kind of award is it?"
"Well he is not getting any physical award, so I guess it could be called a retrospect. They're showing clips of his SNL days and the various movies he has been in. Plus there will be dancing and some other entertainment," explains Micky.
"Cool." After another silence, I ask, "Are you all ok? I mean, is this the way it is going to be between us? Silences and awkward conversation?"
"No, I guess that we still have not gotten over that speech," says Micky.
Peter adds, "Or that outfit."
Micky asks, "Have you ever considered becoming an actress?"
"Once in awhile, but then I think I may have trouble with the lines." I say as I laugh.
"Gentlemen and lady, we have arrived." Paul announces, maniacally.
"Are we safe?"
"When you are with us, yes." Micky says, with a gleam in his eye.
"Maybe you should be renamed the Secret Serviceor better yet the Secret Monkees?"
We all laugh, putting aside all the awkwardness. Before Davy takes my arm, Paul tells me that this is the last time he will be my driver. Officially his job is over and he will be picking up Laura since they are both invited.
Alwaysforever,
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
Kessy
"Never judge a fruit by its skin." Neelix ST:Voy
