Chapter 2
She headed into the back of the store and she could see that there was a model named Lafawnda modeling the new fall sweaters. Mariah went over and she looked at the new sweaters on the table when a conversation caught her attention. "So like he had me on my back, and my legs were pushed up, but they were up so high that my butt cheeks weren't even touching the bed. He went in really deep. I actually had tears coming out of my eyes from one thrust," Lafawnda said to her friends.
"Wow," one girl said as she stared up at her.
"And like he is eight inches and when he fucks me hard, I feel like my pussy is going to explode," she said.
"Excuse me," Mariah said as she spun around to face her.
"I'm trying to shop here and you're disgusting. I don't appreciate you talking about your sex life in front of my dog," Mariah said nastily.
"Well I hope that scrawny piece of shit you call a dog, gets fleas and dies," Lafawnda said.
"Well I hope you get an STD and your vagina shrivels up," Mariah shot back.
She grabbed a sweater off of the table and stormed to the counter pushing in front of everyone. "I want that skank out of this store now," Mariah said angrily.
"Excuse me," the woman who was first in line said.
"Do you know who my father is?" Mariah said angrily.
"Miss Svenson we're so sorry that this happened, but we can't have her leave, she is working for us right now," the woman behind the desk said.
"Well then I'm going to call my daddy and he is going to buy this store and you're going to lose this job," Mariah said hotly.
"Hold on a moment, let me see what I can do," the woman said. A few moments and three phone calls later, the woman turned back around.
"I have the president of the company on the phone and he'd like to personally apologize to you," the woman said.
Mariah snatched the phone out of her hand. "Hello," she said.
"Miss Svenson. My name is Richard Pruitt I'm the president of Louis Vuitton and I'm sorry to hear that had an unpleasant shopping experience today. I'd like to give you whatever you'd like today for no charge and I can guarantee you that Miss Lafawnda won't be working for us ever again," he said.
"She better not be," Mariah said as she handed the phone back to the woman. "I want one of every shirt on the back wall, one in every color, all size small and I want them in boxes," Mariah snapped. "And you since you're not doing anything you can go down the street and get my dog Evian because she is thirsty and if they don't have that then don't buy anything, I will have nothing but the best for my Fifi," Mariah said as she picked him up and cuddled him. "Don't put those in bags yet. I'm not finished shopping," Mariah said as she headed over to the shoes.
Quinn opened the doors to Louis Vuitton. She had on Mossimo jeans from Target, a gray long-sleeved shirt, and a fuchsia puffy vest from Old Navy to keep her warm, with a striped scarf to complete her look. She didn't know where anything was. The closest she ever got to Louis Vuitton was by reading In Style magazine. She headed over to the accessories and found the blue cashmere scarf, that her sister had described. She grabbed one and got on line. "So anyway what happened on your date last night?" Mariah said into her cell phone as she picked up a satin top and put it up against herself and then she held it out in front of her.
She placed it off to the side and grabbed another sweater. The store clerk went to put it in a box for her and she stopped suddenly. "Oh no I haven't decided yet. Don't bag that," Mariah said.
Quinn who was trying to wait patiently in line was now fuming. "Excuse me Cinderella, but there are some of us here that have lives and I'm in a hurry, so can you get off your goddam cell phone, get your shit and get the hell out of here," Quinn said.
"Shouldn't you be at Wal-Mart with the rest of the trailer trash," Mariah said.
"Listen you bitch. I have one item and I'm going to pay for it, while you play with yourself. If you have a problem with that I'd love to see you try and do something about it," Quinn said as she pushed in front of Mariah and placed a one-hundred dollar bill on the counter, grabbed a bag and headed for the door.
"Ma, am we have that water for your dog," a young man who was sweaty and panting said to her.
It was evident that this guy went through extreme measures to get the special Evian water with doggy nutrients in it. "Oh no I don't want it anymore," Mariah said as she grabbed her packages and hurried out the door.
Quinn got up from her seat on the subway and she headed to the door, when a tall, leggy blonde, with really big boobs, pushed into her to get onto the subway. Just as Quinn reached the door for a second time the doors shut and the train began to move. "Thanks bitch. I missed my stop," Quinn said angrily.
"Oh well," Lafawnda said as she reapplied her lip gloss.
Quinn plopped down in a seat next to the window and thought about calling Zac. "That's a big package you got there. What is it?" a old woman asked Lafawnda.
"It sure is big," she said as she pulled out a box.
"This is a dildo made from a mold of my boyfriend's penis," she said as she took it out.
"Isn't it hott?" she asked as her eyes sparkled.
"That's one of the biggest ones I've ever seen," the woman said.
Lafawnda giggled. Quinn swallowed hard to force back the vomit that was rising in her throat as she rested her head against the window. Just one more stop until my freedom. Just then the phone rang. "Pour Some Sugar On Me," Quinn's cell phone played. It was Zac. "Hello," she said.
"Hi babe. Listen Do you remember how we've been talking about all getting together with our girlfriends, so girls can finally all meet, well how does Saturday night sound?" he asked.
"That sounds great," she said.
"Ok cool. I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said.
Finally, after a day from hell, she had something to look forward too.