EVA: GRATUITOUS FLASHING

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Gratuitous Flashing: Thanks For the Mammaries

“You’re James?” the light-skinned buxom blonde answering the door asked in a thick cockney accent, looking bemused, cheeks a little red, face a little flush, ample breasts bulging out over the top of her bathing towel.

“Yes I am,” I smiled as I entered her spacious, tastefully-decorated one bedroom apartment. It was much neater than Chloie’s apartment and didn’t have that Circus-packing-up-to-leave-for-another-town-soon look that Chloie’s place had. Propped against a vanity table near the kitchen was an 8x10 full frontal nude photograph of Eva.

“You like it?” she asked, catching my open-mouthed stare. I said something as clouded and dumb as my mind was at the moment, something like “Dauuuh, yeah, it’s nice.” I could tell it had been taken by a professional photographer, but I was still quite shocked to see it being proudly displayed for all to see.

She laughed. “You’re quite different in person, aren’t you then?" she said as she tightened the towel around her otherwise naked torso.

“Lynnie said you were chums," she explained, “but over the ringer you sound like a proper black wanker.”

“Huh?” I asked, barely able to make out the gist of the thickly British words she was throwing at me, still focused on the giant mammaries so proudly displayed in the photograph.

“Like a black man, silly.”

“Oh, must be my east Texas twang,” I mumbled, thinking ‘Great, just great. Working with another foreigner I can barely understand.

“Thought I got rid of that years ago. You’ve got a pretty wicked accent there, your own self,” I said, laying on the twang for effect, “Whar’s that from?”

“Me mum and dad are from . . .” she told me something like Worcestershire of York and went cheerily on babbling about the “istory of the cockney dialect”, but I could only make out a few words in every sentence.

On and on and on she went, telling me about how she was a ‘airdresser in Great Britian and came to Los Angeles to be a model and would I like to see her portfolio, she was a bit of a calendar girl you know and she’d be dressed in a few shakes and I realized that driving this girl was not going to be the evenings of solemn meditations like it mostly was driving Chloie.

One thing was the same, though: the gratuitous flashing. Eva’s flashing was much more overt than Chloie’s, but in the end the goal was the same: controlling the driver.