Celestial Sensations
14. Tricks and No Treats
EPILOGUE: TRICKS AND NO TREATS
One week later.
Alfred puzzled at the insistent buzzer out front at the main entrance. Odd, I’m not expecting any deliveries. And the League normally calls. Who?
Curious, he opened the main gate and door. And was rendered speechless. Two young women smiled, sporting tight clothing and heavy makeup. A man stood next to them with long wavy hair in an orange tank top. He appeared somewhat…effeminate, despite the goatee.
“Ah, how may I help you?”
“Hiya, Mr. Butler.” A brunette woman with huge green eyes smiled. “We’re here to see Mr. Wayne.”
Alfred blinked once. “What?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce everyone. I’m Cissy. This here’s my best girlfriend Lynn, and our friend Ricky. He wanted to come along for the fun.”
“Charmed.” The man held out a hand sporting long purple nails. Alfred returned the grip weakly.
“I’m afraid there’s been some mistake.” Glancing down the main roadway Alfred saw a beat up van covered in graffiti. A rusty muffler dragged on the ground.
“Nah, we’re good. Although, we were really looking for Simon.”
Alfred was still staring. “Simon?”
Cissy fluffed her hair.“Oh yeah, a hottie we met out west. And loaded, too! Anyway, we thought he might be here since he seemed to know Mr.Wayne. And in Gotham, everyone knows Mr. Wayne. So we came on by.”
“How in heaven’s name did you get past the guards?” Alfred wanted to know.
“Oh crap, that was easy. We just showed the rack.”
“Guards now fired.” Alfred murmured.
“Hey don’t take it out on them. They tried to do their job, but we just wouldn’t go away.”
Lynn smiled then, spilling out of her shirt. “Sure, we thought to hook up. Since Simon is into groups we thought Mr. Wayne might-“
“Please, come inside and wait in the parlor.” Alfred rushed them in.
“Cool.” Ricky waltzed in first. It was then Alfred noticed his ass was completely out of his jeans. Lynn and Cissy bounced past.
The Brit followed them, rolling his eyes. He put a hand to his head.
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Bruce was at his desk reviewing profit reports. Alfred appeared suddenly in the office.
“Sir, you have guests.”
Wolf blue eyes lifted in annoyance. “What guests?”
“Truthfully speaking, a menagerie.”
“What? Alfred, you look like you’ve stepped in something.”
“Perhaps your new…friend has. I suggest you take a look.” A white gloved hand gestured out.
Confused and curious, Bruce stepped away from his work.
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Bruce strode into the parlor and came to a full halt.
Cissy leaped up, breasts bouncing. “Mr. Wayne! Long time no see.”
“What?”
“Sure, remember? Me and Lynn were with Simon out west. This here’s our friend Ricky.”
The man glided over to Bruce and looked him over. “Nice.”
“Excuse me.” Bruce stood off, quickly noting the ass out jeans. “And don’t sit down.”
A wink. “Whatever you say, Mr. Wayne. You’re the boss, if you know what I mean.”
“Mr. Wayne.” Lynn slipped next to him abruptly. “Think you can find Simon for us? He’s really something else!”
“He certainly is.” Bruce growled. “In any case, he’s not here.”
“Bummer.” Lynn sighed. She was nearly out of her blouse and her shorts. “We were really hoping to party before we got back. He’s waaaay wild!”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got a conference call in about half an hour. Perhaps you should try calling Simon to reach him.”
Cissy snapped her fingers. “Now hey, there’s an idea. Whatcha all think, huh?”
Ricky shrugged. “Works for me. But I gotta head back to Duluth in a week.”
Lynn nodded. “No prob. We’ll just call those numbers Simon gave us. That is, if we can find one that works.”
“Yes, well. It was nice meeting you.” Bruce caught Alfred’s eyes and signaled. Get them out of here!
Alfred coughed. “Ah, yes. This way, please?” he indicated the door.
“Nice joint, man.” Ricky looked around on the way out.
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Bruce and Alfred watched the noisy van pull off. The muffler dragged and shot sparks everywhere as they faded in the distance.
“I’ll kill him, Alfred. Even if he is immortal.”
“I know the sentiment, young Sir. Are we to expect this madness on a regular basis?”
“Not if I have anything to say about it. And I do!”
Alfred held his head again. “If you will excuse me, I need a drink.”
Bruce watched him head towards the pantry. “You never drink in the afternoon!”
“I do now.”
THE END