Trashy Desires - Part 28

Constance jerked her vibrator away in a panic. Frustrated, she got up from her sofa, the burning, unsatisfied desire still throbbing between her thighs. Stumbling towards the door, Constance was desperate to quickly send whoever was there away and jump back into action.

When she opened the door, Kendra barged inside without hesitation, holding a bottle of sparkly wine.

“Let’s toast to becoming neighbors!” she said enthusiastically, entering the living room. Then her eyes fell upon the vibrator on the sofa.

It all went too fast for Constance to stop it. Her mind was still hazy from her intense fantasies, and she needed a few seconds to realize her vibrator was out for Kendra to see. Once she did, Constance frantically jumped into the living room, only to find Kendra looking at her with a wide grin.

“I’m sorry to disrupt your fun time. You must really feel at home here to have a go right after moving in. I had no idea! I heard you talking, so I thought you might have been on the phone. Did you say something about being cheap? What was that all about?”

“N…nothing,” Constance stuttered while throwing her vibrator into the nearest drawer, “you must have heard someone else.”

Kendra gave Constance a knowing smile, making her worried she might press the topic further. But then she opened the bottle of sparkly wine and got two glasses.

“To us!” she said, and Constance took her glass, breathing a sigh of relief. She lit a cigarette with slightly shaky hands and sat on the sofa.

The two girls chatted about the latest reality shows while emptying the bottle. Once it was gone, Constance enjoyed the pleasant buzz she was getting used to getting almost daily. Meanwhile, Kendra went into her apartment to get another bottle.

“I talked to my friend Tammi,” Kendra said after she returned, “she works at the gas station a couple blocks away and told me they have a position open. You can get started on Monday. They will love you, and you’ll fit right in with them!”

The thought of working a dead-end job at a gas station made Constance want to take out her vibrator immediately. “That sounds amazing!” she said, trying not to sound too excited about her new minimum-wage gig.

“Tammi is a lot of fun! I’m sure you will become friends with her in no time,” Kendra added.

Constance took another sip from her glass. “Did you tell her my name?”

Kendra looked at her friend, a little confused. “I don’t think so. What does that matter?”

“I just don’t like my name,” Constance said, “it doesn't fit in here. It’s so stuck up and snobby. I’ve hated it for a while now. Maybe we can find a new name for me that better fits who I am?”

Kendra chuckled. “You’re not wrong; Constance is such a boring name. Well, let’s see. When I think about you, I think about the color pink and lots of makeup and jewelry. Maybe we can do something with that?”

The two thought about it for a moment when Kendra piped up. “I have an idea! Maybe it’s stupid, but why don’t you call yourself Jewely. I think it’s totally you! You always have some bling on you.”

Constance’s face lit up in excitement. “That's perfect!” she said, looking at the cheap bracelets on her wrists. What could be trashier than naming herself after the fake products she was wearing? It made it sound like she was proud of her style. As if wearing cheap jewelry was the best she was able to afford.

She couldn’t wait to flaunt her style and make a new name for herself.

“Well then, Jewely. Let’s toast to your new identity. I feel like someone called Jewely should always have a good buzz going on,” Kendra said and laughed.

“I like the idea,” Jewely said, raising her glass and lighting another cigarette.

She would need to fill up her liquor cabinet tomorrow. Jewely was ready to live life to the fullest.