. 3. Not Life
Girl Made
The Capital Regional District (CRD) of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada is characterized by a mild climate, rich in diverse biotas that are in some cases, endemic solely to the region. This temperate climate also makes this area a desirable place for people to live and also, the introduction of alien invasive species that threaten indigenous biological diversity in this area.
While local governments recognize the associated costs and risks of doing nothing, they do not have the capacity, knowledge or political will to act on this problem in isolation from community resources, not the least of which, is human capital. The extent of the problem of alien invasive plant species cannot be addressed by the few formal small ecological restoration projects currently being conducted within the CRD. In response, volunteer groups have approached local governments or have initiated invasive species removal from public lands independently. [Urban Biodiversity: Building Community Capacity for Ecological Restoration; Nathalie Dechaine, Chris Strashok, CRC research team member]
The two women wander through the crowded upscale bar. Ignoring the stares of the male patrons they are looking closely only at the females present. They seem to display no preference in their interests, old young, blond, redhead, all are subjected to scrutiny. Those casually dressed women, wearing denim, slacks, hoodies, tank tops, or other less than striking evening wear, are given only cursory looks. The three gay females in the room feel slighted when passed by without even a glance. Lipstick Lesbian Sarah Needleman hisses at Joan Rustenburg, who nods in agreement. Elaine Parker, sitting with them, who has recently broken up with a university professor that she had had a ten year relationship with, is slightly less judgmental in her own evaluation, and far closer to the truth. They arent looking at women; they are window shopping for clothing. She dismisses the thought and wonders if wearing jeans throughout her long love affair had indicated a lack of commitment to the now not-lover. She picks her cellphone from her purse and star-dials her ex.
Several of the young women with male escort are examined closely. One of them becomes visibly upset at the calm gaze of the taller of the two women. Her consort turns and looks hostilely at the women, and immediately looks away seeing the look that is returned to him. An older woman, dressed in far too young a gown for her age, sipping a martini in a booth with a distinguished looking grey haired gentleman arches her eyebrow and sets her glass down precisely in the center of her drink napkin. The tall young
brunette speaks to her, Hello, my name is Aell, and this is my friend Anat. Weve been admiring your gown. Its so lovely; would you mind please, telling us where you obtained it? Anats hand curls around Aells.
Her vanity in full flame, Doris Jaworsky, smiles blithely and says softly Why, I purchased it in Victoria just a week ago, of course it had to be altered slightly, Im no longer as full as I once was, but the designer is a close friend, Nikki that is, of Nikki Babie fashions. Here I believe I have her card. That is so kind of you Aell murmurs quietly. Anat, with less patience than her lover, is looking over a young couple seated nearby. As Aell takes the offered card from Doris Anat leans down and smells the young blondes shoulder. It is only later, when they return to their town home that Eldred Warren Jaworsky, while removing his necktie before the bathroom mirror, glances at the refection of Doris removing her girdle, and says Darling, wasnt it odd that those two lovely young women were wearing no shoes?
The road side truck stop is busy and well lit, with rigs bearing licensing, permits, and border crossing inventory packages prominently displayed. Under the harsh blue white light of the new generation LED street lots the Cherry Red paint on Harry Tunsdales 1985 GMC General practically sizzles as it glows horror show neon red. Attached is a dented silver sheet metal long haul trailer bearing the shipping logo of EZ-Freight Inc. painted in fading Florida Orange. The border crossing bag with the RCMP stamp on it is firmly affixed to the rear doors of the trailer, in it are all of the required permitting and transfer papers for the thirteen tons of mixed electronics, weaponry, and ordinance being transferred from the Arizona offices of Rider Security Services to their British Columbia Operations Group in Victoria. Under the blaze of the LED lights, the cab of the Cherry Red General rocks erratically, booted feet can be seen kicking at the windscreen; then jerked rapidly sideways with a loud noise, upward and the legs bend oddly with another loud boom of the trucks sheet metal being bent; and then the legs are jerked backwards. The truck is silent and the sounds of the traffic at the truck stop, the hissing of the airbrakes and swish of the tires on the asphalt drown out any further noise from the truck. The sound of the male voice on the announcement system at the nearby border crossing can be heard under the traffic noises.
The tractor had been Harrys pride and joy for over 20 years. He had bought it off of his brother-in-law, Jerry Brown, when Jerrys life ran afoul of the law for an assault on an undercover female police detective outside of Baton Rouge Louisiana. Jerry had been adamant that he had in no way offered his penis as a gum massager to the officer while he was under the influence. Testimony from the other officers on the prostitution roundup had, disappointingly, proved otherwise. Harry had paid Jerry a small percentage of what the vehicle was actually worth, and had bragged to his wife, Jerrys younger sister Eloise, that Jerrys penis had taken Jerry to the cleaners. Eloise, loving her older brother, had spiked Harrys mouth wash with her pee, which she collected the next morning when using a pharmacy supplied commercial pregnancy test. Two blue lines had been displayed.
The blood on the inside surface of the drivers door and window, on the windshield and the wash of it on most of the trucks seats, is rendered black by the LED lighting; investigating officers will conclude that that optical effect explains the failure of staff of the roadside stop, and other drivers, from noticing it; thinking that the driver, Harry, had simply put a screen up to snatch some sleep while he waited for his turn through customs on his run to Victoria. Driver Security personnel will become involved with the investigation of Harrys immolation in the drivers compartment after it occurs in the bright morning light. It is this event that will draw the attention of both the operators of the roadside stop, and the state police. The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Homeland Security personnel will also conduct independent inquiries into Harrys murder.
Niki Babies steel and glass cube Boutique at the intersection of Finylason and Burnside East is lit up in the early night. Bright spots glow outside the structure lending a modernistic shadow light effect to the structure. Its large central show room, three stories high, is decorated in the currently fashionable industrial warehouse style with exposed steel stairways rising to an open upper floor and office space, and huge ventilation tubes, and piping systems exposed where ever there is ceiling surface. Mannequins posed in haughty positions are scattered throughout the clusters of small clothing racks, and wear selections of Nikis designs, and of several of the less in demand Canadian and English designers. Display tables of the standard higher priced footwear designers, all notably European, are arranged with shoes on multilevel display platforms on small artful silver stands. It is eight in the evening Pacific Daylight Time, and the store is practically empty. Niki and one coiffed young woman wearing Nikkis own bandeau top in black, and a pair of Miss Me Angel jeans are the only humans in the building.
Aell is examining a selection of dresses, tops, skirts and some of Nikkis current offerings in lingerie. Aell is holding a bra with layers of red feathers woven into its stitchery up and admiring it, mentioning to Nikki how she had always loved the manner in which Greek women, during certain festivals, would weave feathers into their hair, both on their heads and between their legs. Aell points at several items and Nikki adds them to the running list she is keeping.
Anat and Nikkis assistant, Lorraine Marie Bellard, are examining shoes and talking excitedly together. Oh, what IS that perfume you are wearing? It smells delicious! Lorraine is saying. Anat leans closer to the young girl to allow her to smell the spicy aroma, of cinnamon, musk, dry desert, horses, and a womans love, that her skin emits. Oh, I call it Aell Anat replies. You had it made especially? Were you in France? Oh, I SO want to visit France! Lorraine fills the air with her excitement, while thinking What is it about this girl? I NEVER was attracted like THIS to a woman before. She shifts her legs subtly to move her thighs more tightly together. Anat places her hand on Lorraines as if by accident while reaching for a heel. The girls pulse races; Anat licks her own lips.
Would you like to schedule a fitting Aell ? Our tailor can be made available at any time tomorrow, or at your convenience, Im sure that she would even be able to do so at your home; or at your hotel? Where ever youd prefer. Aell leans in close to Nikkis face and her eyes change shape and deepen in color, Why dont we all go to your home Nikki, we could have a drink, something to eat? Perhaps youd like to go out with us for the evening? Nikki looks distracted for a moment and breathes in deeply, then smiles and returns Aells direct look, Why yes, thats a wonderful idea, I think thats just what would be the end to a wonderful day. Nikkis pupils expand and she moves her head to stay in Aells scent.
The long drive out from downtown Victoria, into the Uplands area was smooth and quiet and fast. Nikkis car, an older Mercedes, rides like a storm cloud through the night; black with lightning thrown out from its headlights into the forests. Occasionally the red glimmer of retinas can be seen glowing wide eyed from the night at the passing steel. Anat and Lorraine are necking in the voluptuous cushioned rear seats, Lorraine with her jeans unfastened and Anats hand in them. Lorraines hair is beginning to become unpinned and her breathing fast and shallow. Anat has her mouth on Lorraines breast and Lorraines bandeau is wide and free and open to the love that she is receiving. Anat growls softly and runs her tongue around Lorraines nipple. Sitting close beside Nikki Aell toys with the earring dangling from Nikkis right earlobe, This is a lovely piece Nikki. Who is the designer? she runs her finger along the edge of Nikkis cochlea and watches as goose flesh runs down Nikkis neck. A warm rush of blood blushes on Nikkis neck, but is hidden by the makeup on her cheeks. Aell leans in close and kisses Nikkis temple as Nikki stutters A-Aya Azrielant; she designed them. The car moves slightly into the left lane as Aells left hand slides around behind Nikkis neck and her breast presses against Nikkis arm. The leaves along the forested road spin and whirl in the air thrown off by the passing Mercedes.
Nikki arches her head back off the edge of her bed; the four post iron canopy bed is draped with white sheers, the room is decorated with small tables painted in white with light washes of tiny floral embellishments gracing leg and drawer fronts. The indirect soft lighting softens all edges and with the white theme of the room gives a sense of fog and fresh snow. Vases of white and purple lilies stand on several tables and the air is thick with the sweet aroma of the lilies, and of the two women making love, the complexity of the scents mixing to intoxicate. The windows are wide and the temperature cool in the room; the sheers on the bedframe float lightly in the passing breeze. Nikkis hair falls down the side of the bed and her mouth opens in nonverbal praise of Aell. She expels a breath and then a moan, an affirmative guttural as Aells hands hold fast to Nikkis breasts, and her mouth kisses along the edge of the taunt tendon running from the top inner edge of Nikkis thigh along the inguinal ligament to the fold at the rear of her knee. Nikkis fingers reach and grasp Aells hair as her pussy is enveloped by Aells mouth. She is freshly shaven so the textures of mouth and pussy merge into soft warm wet flesh. Aell loves the taste of Nikki, so salt and sweet mixed, and under it the scent of her blood, so close to the surface. The temptation is great but she has no wish to end this womans life. Her practiced control of her hunger prevents her from having another savage moment to add to hundreds of thousands of others. And Harry is still fresh in her memory, and her stomach.
Anat and Lorraine, started in Nikkis kitchen where Anat watched Lorraine consume a huge salad, two large servings of plain Dannon yogurt with chopped oranges and pineapple added, a task Anat took great pleasure in performing, and several glasses of bubbling Cava with lime twists. They then worked their way into Nikkis library, a piece of clothing at a time. Both are now nude and sweating and are on the large Fereghan Sarouk Persian carpet, one of Nikkis most prized possessions. Anat has recognized the weave and the value of the carpet, running her hands across its surface, in memory of times long ago, before pulling Lorraine down on it and singing softly to her an old Slavic song from her childhood. Her hands explore Lorraine slowly and at some depth. Lorraine murmurs and kisses Anats mouth and knows that the blue in the carpet beneath them is only a faded memory of the eyes of this woman in her arms.
A floor above them Aell is undressing Nikki; standing behind the wealthy designer, she slowly unbuttons Nikkis top, slipping each perfect button from its hole on the Eryn Brinie blouse.
Nikki leans back and against Aells body, feeling the thrust of the womans small firm breasts and large engorged nipples rubbing against the silk of the blouse. Nikki has not had a model in her arms in years, and had had little hope of holding one for years to come. Her life is now filled with the struggle of establishing herself as a line both locally and internationally. Random encounters at shows and the enjoyment of herself have been her only outlet. The husband, Richard, that she had married almost ten years prior, had died, leaving her a wealthy bored woman with a penchant and background for design. She lets thoughts of her business and lack of companionship escape as Aells hands slip under the waistline of her skirt. This woman could have been a top model, shes so amazingly beautiful, and of a height and thinness sure to draw massive endorsement contracts.
Anat holds Lorraine down, sitting on her waist, leans over, gripping her hair in her hand, kisses her hard, bites her lip. "OUCH!!! Mmmmm." Anat's right hand worms its way between them, and caresses. Anat likes that this girl has shaved her pussy. So very many of them do that now she thinks. She wonders about completely losing the small tuft of hair over her own.
Aell rolls over Nikki and slides down her, kissing, mouthing, licking, and small bites of delight. "Oh my God" Nikki moans. Aell slides over the edge of the bed, kneeling, and pulls Nikki closer to her using her legs; "Oh yesss" Nikki sighs. Aell's mouth brings her to her edge, with no blood yet shed. Nikki raises her knees and allows Aell to open her widely.
Anat lifts Lorraines hips and leans in with her mouth. Her tongue touches the clitoral hood and slowly slides it up and over, and suddenly Lorraines pussy is bleeding. Anats eyes go wide and bright and she cannot resist the taste of Lorraines menstrual flow in her mouth and on her face. Anat roars loudly and bites into Lorraines thigh savagely; the femoral artery opened, the blood is unending and Anats mouth is locked tight to the pulsing flow.
Nikki is cumming, her orgasm loud and long and very wet. Aell, with Nikkis thighs around her head, squeezing her tight, lifts Nikki higher and runs her hands under Nikki and along her hips. She hears Anats scream blending with Nikkis and knows that this all will not end easily as she had hoped. I just hope Lorraine isnt all over the fucking room. Nikki is exhausted, and mumbles only a brief question as Aell moves quickly to settle her and kiss her and blur to the hallway outside the French doors of the bedroom. Where are you off to?
Aell stands in the doorway to the library, one of the dark stained mahogany pocket doors is open and she slowly slides the other into its hide-away. The six lamp Art Deco ceiling Torchiere is lit bright and Anat and Lorraine are beneath it. Lorraine looks beautiful, her dyed
blonde hair cast loose under and around her head, her arms slightly raised as if in a gesture of surrender or a heartfelt shrug, her legs wide, her sex open and on display, a small sliding drop of blood running down from the inner side of her left thigh, her menstruation evident. Aell smells the blood, and her eyes narrow and the shape of her pupils changes. Anat squats contrite beside Lorraine with her hand resting on Lorraines knee. Still looking at Lorraine Anat whispers, It was such a surprise, I had no time. I liked her so much. I know. Well at least theres not a lot of mess needing to be cleaned Aell replies. She walks over beside Anat and puts her hand on Anats shoulder. Squeezing lightly she directs Anat. We dont have a great deal of time; Id hoped we would be able to rest here today and move on tonight; that will be impossible now. Take her to the car and well prepare her for the sun somewhere else. I do not want to put Nikki in too awkward a position. Yes. What about the clothes though? Pick something you like, that wont be to awkward to take with us. Wear some of the jeans and a nice top alright? I think Nikki has a pair of earrings that you will love.
Walking back up the stairwell Aell sees Nikkis heel quickly reentering the large white bedroom. Anats mind is drawn elsewhere while she walks toward the still open doors. Your bite makes your children! Each child will make hundreds, if not thousands; very quickly the world will belong to only your family. Do what you claim to love, bare no children! See how that comforts you over the millennia! Ishtars voice was a shout in her head like the sound of one thousand battle trumpets. She ran, afire, away from Ishtar, the slaughter behind her, she found shadows to hide in, kept moving to keep the flames of the sun off of her, her eyes half blinded by the brightness of the day; and she found a creek bed, dug deeply into the mud of the overhanging bank hidden from the sun. She lay there until the sun had faded. Over the following days and weeks and months, she learned all of the rules. She could not remain in one place for long or people would hunt her. At night she was almost impossible to kill; but with dawn came exhaustion and a need to rest. If she fed, she had to destroy her victims. Over time she learned what she must do; separate the head from the body, place the body where the sun would find it. She had spent the first few weeks chasing down her made children, and their made children, until she learned how quickly all had to be finished.
And then, when she despaired of ever being able to find solace; she had found Anat again. Oh god, when I had found her in that village, I thought I would explode. And Anat had seemed to cleave to her immediately; longing to be safe, and loved, and with her. There could be no stopping it. I could not kill her, never; I had to have her with me. Aells voice carries into the bedroom where she finds Nikki, composed, sitting on a white fabric Italian designed chair that must have cost a fortune; simple and elegant like the woman seated in it.
Nikki looks over at Aell and watches as she comes closer. I think I know what you are Aell. Yes, there are and always have been stories Aell replies. Make me like you. No. That cannot be allowed. But, Anat? She is different. Why not me? Because you must remain alive, live, die; come to your own end. Nikki drops her chin to her chest. Then you are just going to kill me. I hope not Nikki; I do like you very much. Aell sits with Nikki for a small time, talking soothingly, quietly. When she leaves Nikki sits in tears on the chair, opens a drawer on the small white table, decorated with painted pastel blue and violet flowers, takes out an ashtray, lighter, and small cigarette case; and breathes a sigh of relief.
Anat sits quietly in the passenger seat of the Mercedes; she loves the feel of actual clothing on her skin. They are so filled with texture, and tight on the body, not like the
glamour that she and Aell cast or Aells wonderful wovens. She drifts as the car speeds through the night, looking for the right location to say goodbye to Lorraine, it would have been nice to have lain with her and then kissed her goodbye and sent her off to her days job.
Aell is lost in her memories, so many of them and more each day. At some point she remembered cowering in a cave for years, afraid that her brain would explode or just run out of space and shed go insane and be hunted and killed, or wander to late and be trapped by the sun. And there was the time in which she had longed for it to end; but she knew that if Ishtar still existed, that it would give her a great laugh that Aell had finally lost that battle.
I think its time Anat, I think you are ready now. Anat and she lay naked on the floor of the cave in a bed made of leaves under the scarlet blanket. I love you so much Aell, but I am afraid. How will it be? What will happen? I will take blood from you my darling, and then I will return it. I will stay with you while it occurs. There is some pain, but it only lasts for moments. Then, there will be the Hunger. You will feed on me then, to grow strong faster than any other might. Then, we will sleep for the day. You know the rules. And Anat had sighed and leaned into the arms of her beloved, her sister, her mother, her only one. And in the 9th century of the Lord Jesus Christ, two lovers were rejoined to wander, and love; forever. I love the jeans, dont you Anat? These little metal bangles on them are so much fun. Aell reaches over and toys with the gold and diamond Aya Azrielant earrings Anat wears.
"The future of NIKKI BABIE INC. holds lots of excitement.
Following a year of tremendous growth, both personally and professionally, I have decided to narrow my focus and concentrate on my gift, my designs. This is an exciting time of change, allowing the creative aspects of my company to flourish.
Im excited about creating magnificent styles that reflect the natural, feminine curves of the female body and truly fit all women beautifully and sensuously, no matter their size or shape.
BETWEEN JULY 31 AUG 15, MY STORE NIKKI BABIE BOUTIQUE WILL PERMANENTLY CLOSE.
2012 Nikki Babie Label will be available at select stores in North America. View our Website & Blog for the latest updates & events as they happen.
I appreciate your great support in the past and look forward to a continuing relationship going forward.
Ever so excited about the future,
Nikki Babie
Your imagination is your preview of lifes coming attractions
Nikki finishes entering the message on her website, closes her MacBook Pro. She sits for a moment at the packing crate shes balance the Mac on; looks around at the empty cube of steel and glass, sighs. Della darling, would you make sure to lock up after you finish the packing, make sure that all the labeling is correct for EZ-Freight will you? I want to get home before it is night.
Amanda 2011
Play List
The Wander
3. Not Life
Girl Made
Opening credits to Elaine Parker
Ariadne .................................Dead Can Dance
Elaine Parker to Nikki Babies steel
Towards the Within ..................... Dead Can Dance
The long drive out to Anat and Lorraine, started
Complicated ............................ Collide
Anat and Lorraine, started to Walking back up the stairwell
Somewhere .............................. Collide
Walking back up the stairwell to closing credits
When It Falls .......................... Zero 7
Amanda 2011
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