Post by kingfaraday on Aug 25, 2017 11:01:25 GMT -6
Air of Maturity
by Timewarper
"Shopping! There is just nothing like it, especially here on Rodeo Drive," Nicole Ritchey commented to her partner in crime Paris Hilton.
"Yeah, we've made quite the haul, but we're still missing those few last purchases for the Bush twins birthday party later."
"Listen, we've been up and down this place all day, and there isn't a whole lot of room left in the limo. But...I guess just a few little old items couldn't hurt Paris."
"That's the spirit!"
And so, wandering on, the two shopaholics proceeded to retrace their steps. They looked everywhere, in every little nook and cranny, and just could not find anything.
About to give up, they noticed a side street they seemed to have overlooked.
"Wow, that's bizarre," Nicole sighed,"how'd we miss this little road.I'd swear we've been by this spot more than a dozen times today, and you'd think
one of us would've noticed?"
"Well, we didn't, and that shop over there is just screaming for us to race on into it and find the unique and unusual, a gift those two gals, and the
rest of those at the party, aren't likely to forget anytime soon,"Paris responded vibrantly,"so what're we waiting for, let's get shopping!"
They soon found themselves entering a very exotic looking shop called," Strange Finds for Crazy Times."
Heading under the neon sign and through the door to the sound of tinkling bells, they found themselves in a most mystical environment. Shelves and cases were filled with ancient tomes, bright colorful bottles, jars of unusual potions and concoctions, and
they found one scintillating scent after another as they proceeded from room to room.
Nicole soon found a strange looking violet bottle, with the words,"Air of Maturity" upon it. Not able to help herself, she grabbed it and rushed it to the counter instructing the clerk to,"Hold onto this, I'm not through buying. This is one of the hottest
shops I've encountered in a long time."
"Well,thank you," the patchouli scented gypsy women behind the counter replied." I pride myself in having the most unique, unusual, and I might add, somewhat 'magical' finds around. So, take your time and enjoy the place. Get as much as you'd like. It's
not the kind of place you find every day."
Meanwhile, Paris had found a bottle of "Old Crow," and what smelled like a brand of coffee with a home made tag that read ,"Middleaged MUd42."
Not to be out done, Nicole had managed to find a bag that she thought said,"Fogerty," and figured it must have something to do with music. She also got
some retromints65, ladiesofthe80s hairgel 84, a selection of cool looking glasses with beads attached to them called GezerOptical77, Menalpawsya lotion 56,
and without even checking them out picked up a box with 99Canenabled party supplies and met Nicole at the counter with all of it.
"You ladies have managed to make quite the haul. I hope you do enjoy these purchases, and a bit of advice. A little goes a long way here, so do be
careful. However, with all the things you bought it should be quite the magical evening."
"Oh, it will be!"they laughed together, tipping her $5,000 as they had their attendants bag things up and carry their purchases back to the limo.
Just as they exited the store, the gypsy quietly laughed and they could hear her voice carry faintly to them as they headed away saying,"I'm sure it will be my pretties."
Air of Maturity Part2
By: Timewarper
Nicole and Paris headed to the Beverly Hills Hilton to prepare for the party, but not before having their personal assistants go back and just about buy out the store. They also left their business card for the unassuming gypsy woman there, who they thought the clerk, She happened to be the owner, but chose not to flaunt that.
Instead, she sold her wares to the unaware, and then helped them out of the holes they dug themselves ( or in some cases, from one hole to another to
another, etc.). Thus went the nature of the magical supplies she sold, and why she chuckled to herself when she placed the business card in her pocket."Oh, I'll be there girls, if for no other reason to observe the spectacle of it all!"
Meanwhhile, Nicole went on up to the room to make sure the presents got wrapped, while Paris supervised the setting up of the executive suite for the party.
There'd be music by Cher, the Dixie Chicks, Dolly Parton and Janet Jackson, as well as some hot young male flesh parading in and out. She smiled to herself, knowing this would truly be an evening to remember.
Back in the room, Nicole proceeded to test out the new perfume they had bought.
"Oh, she won't miss a squirt or two," she thought, as she gave herself a squirt.
Not smelling anything, she gave herself a couple large squirts.
Just then the smell hit her nose, while she stood there semi-paralyzed staring at herself in the mirror.
"Ms. Nicole, I'll just go ahead and wrap this for you," replied an eager to please assistant, as she whisked the thing away.
"Yeah, uh, sure," the transfixed woman responded, as she found herself barely able to move, let alone speak.
"Well, if you'd rather we left you alone. Come along everyone, let's leave Ms. Ritchey to get ready for the night."
"Personally, I think she's already been getting a bit juiced with Paris," chuckled one of the men who had assisted with the shopping, as they all retreated from the room.
Nicole would have loved to have told them not to leave, but for some reason her tongue felt tied, her thoughts were moving at a snail's pace, and all she could do is watch herself in the mirror, aging before her very eyes.
Her cheekbones and face became more angular at first, while her tight white leather mini dress became more snug.
Soon she had left her twenties far behind, as she raced through her thirties with a vengeance. Looking at herself, she watched horrified as fine lines began creasing her face and crow's feet showed up.
Going past 40, to 41, 42,43,44, and 45, her butt and hips had enlarge to twice their size, and she noticed a second chin and under eye bags come in. her hair had dulled, and traces of silver now graced it.
"Oh nooooo, this is just not happening," she moaned as she raced past 45 to 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52. She now had white and grey streakes through her hair, and found herself going through hot flashes. Her skin looked more and more leathery, while jowels began to form and her neck sagged.
"Once I kin move agin, best go fast as I can an warn Paris an them others. Dis don't look good."
Indeed, she continued aging into her sixties, sporting leopard print 1/2 bifocals on a beaded chain, and now wearing Depends.
"May be hard fer them a reconize me like dis, buts I gotta try," rattled the senior citizen, as she raced into her seventies, her her now a mass of white and grey, going more white by the second.
Leaning forward slightly on her cane, the eighty two year old woman finally managed to pull away from the mirror, and brushed away a tear from her
joweled cheek. Staring into those ancient eyes, she saw a fierce determination and wisdom that hadn't been there before. Or, maybe it had and she just never noticed it.
Either way, she managed to pull herself together and shuffle to the door and out into the hall.
"No use cryin over spilled milk or youth, as the case may be. Best jes buck up ol gal, an be seein what hep I kin be ta dem others now."
If all the things they'd bought packed this kind of a whallop, she knew she had her work cut out for her.
by Timewarper
"Shopping! There is just nothing like it, especially here on Rodeo Drive," Nicole Ritchey commented to her partner in crime Paris Hilton.
"Yeah, we've made quite the haul, but we're still missing those few last purchases for the Bush twins birthday party later."
"Listen, we've been up and down this place all day, and there isn't a whole lot of room left in the limo. But...I guess just a few little old items couldn't hurt Paris."
"That's the spirit!"
And so, wandering on, the two shopaholics proceeded to retrace their steps. They looked everywhere, in every little nook and cranny, and just could not find anything.
About to give up, they noticed a side street they seemed to have overlooked.
"Wow, that's bizarre," Nicole sighed,"how'd we miss this little road.I'd swear we've been by this spot more than a dozen times today, and you'd think
one of us would've noticed?"
"Well, we didn't, and that shop over there is just screaming for us to race on into it and find the unique and unusual, a gift those two gals, and the
rest of those at the party, aren't likely to forget anytime soon,"Paris responded vibrantly,"so what're we waiting for, let's get shopping!"
They soon found themselves entering a very exotic looking shop called," Strange Finds for Crazy Times."
Heading under the neon sign and through the door to the sound of tinkling bells, they found themselves in a most mystical environment. Shelves and cases were filled with ancient tomes, bright colorful bottles, jars of unusual potions and concoctions, and
they found one scintillating scent after another as they proceeded from room to room.
Nicole soon found a strange looking violet bottle, with the words,"Air of Maturity" upon it. Not able to help herself, she grabbed it and rushed it to the counter instructing the clerk to,"Hold onto this, I'm not through buying. This is one of the hottest
shops I've encountered in a long time."
"Well,thank you," the patchouli scented gypsy women behind the counter replied." I pride myself in having the most unique, unusual, and I might add, somewhat 'magical' finds around. So, take your time and enjoy the place. Get as much as you'd like. It's
not the kind of place you find every day."
Meanwhile, Paris had found a bottle of "Old Crow," and what smelled like a brand of coffee with a home made tag that read ,"Middleaged MUd42."
Not to be out done, Nicole had managed to find a bag that she thought said,"Fogerty," and figured it must have something to do with music. She also got
some retromints65, ladiesofthe80s hairgel 84, a selection of cool looking glasses with beads attached to them called GezerOptical77, Menalpawsya lotion 56,
and without even checking them out picked up a box with 99Canenabled party supplies and met Nicole at the counter with all of it.
"You ladies have managed to make quite the haul. I hope you do enjoy these purchases, and a bit of advice. A little goes a long way here, so do be
careful. However, with all the things you bought it should be quite the magical evening."
"Oh, it will be!"they laughed together, tipping her $5,000 as they had their attendants bag things up and carry their purchases back to the limo.
Just as they exited the store, the gypsy quietly laughed and they could hear her voice carry faintly to them as they headed away saying,"I'm sure it will be my pretties."
Air of Maturity Part2
By: Timewarper
Nicole and Paris headed to the Beverly Hills Hilton to prepare for the party, but not before having their personal assistants go back and just about buy out the store. They also left their business card for the unassuming gypsy woman there, who they thought the clerk, She happened to be the owner, but chose not to flaunt that.
Instead, she sold her wares to the unaware, and then helped them out of the holes they dug themselves ( or in some cases, from one hole to another to
another, etc.). Thus went the nature of the magical supplies she sold, and why she chuckled to herself when she placed the business card in her pocket."Oh, I'll be there girls, if for no other reason to observe the spectacle of it all!"
Meanwhhile, Nicole went on up to the room to make sure the presents got wrapped, while Paris supervised the setting up of the executive suite for the party.
There'd be music by Cher, the Dixie Chicks, Dolly Parton and Janet Jackson, as well as some hot young male flesh parading in and out. She smiled to herself, knowing this would truly be an evening to remember.
Back in the room, Nicole proceeded to test out the new perfume they had bought.
"Oh, she won't miss a squirt or two," she thought, as she gave herself a squirt.
Not smelling anything, she gave herself a couple large squirts.
Just then the smell hit her nose, while she stood there semi-paralyzed staring at herself in the mirror.
"Ms. Nicole, I'll just go ahead and wrap this for you," replied an eager to please assistant, as she whisked the thing away.
"Yeah, uh, sure," the transfixed woman responded, as she found herself barely able to move, let alone speak.
"Well, if you'd rather we left you alone. Come along everyone, let's leave Ms. Ritchey to get ready for the night."
"Personally, I think she's already been getting a bit juiced with Paris," chuckled one of the men who had assisted with the shopping, as they all retreated from the room.
Nicole would have loved to have told them not to leave, but for some reason her tongue felt tied, her thoughts were moving at a snail's pace, and all she could do is watch herself in the mirror, aging before her very eyes.
Her cheekbones and face became more angular at first, while her tight white leather mini dress became more snug.
Soon she had left her twenties far behind, as she raced through her thirties with a vengeance. Looking at herself, she watched horrified as fine lines began creasing her face and crow's feet showed up.
Going past 40, to 41, 42,43,44, and 45, her butt and hips had enlarge to twice their size, and she noticed a second chin and under eye bags come in. her hair had dulled, and traces of silver now graced it.
"Oh nooooo, this is just not happening," she moaned as she raced past 45 to 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52. She now had white and grey streakes through her hair, and found herself going through hot flashes. Her skin looked more and more leathery, while jowels began to form and her neck sagged.
"Once I kin move agin, best go fast as I can an warn Paris an them others. Dis don't look good."
Indeed, she continued aging into her sixties, sporting leopard print 1/2 bifocals on a beaded chain, and now wearing Depends.
"May be hard fer them a reconize me like dis, buts I gotta try," rattled the senior citizen, as she raced into her seventies, her her now a mass of white and grey, going more white by the second.
Leaning forward slightly on her cane, the eighty two year old woman finally managed to pull away from the mirror, and brushed away a tear from her
joweled cheek. Staring into those ancient eyes, she saw a fierce determination and wisdom that hadn't been there before. Or, maybe it had and she just never noticed it.
Either way, she managed to pull herself together and shuffle to the door and out into the hall.
"No use cryin over spilled milk or youth, as the case may be. Best jes buck up ol gal, an be seein what hep I kin be ta dem others now."
If all the things they'd bought packed this kind of a whallop, she knew she had her work cut out for her.