Today Lori Lynn is happy. Her mom sent her a teal green sweater dress for her birthday. Lori is going to wear it when she goes to the restaurant to pick up her paycheck.
After getting all made up, with perfectly lined red lips, big hair, and her favorite scent, she slips into her new dress, and her thigh high, spike heeled vinyl boots. She checks herself out in the mirror. The dress is just a bit snug, but it's so soft that she lets her hands move slowly over the fabric caressing her body. Lori loves how her dress compliments her red hair, and doesn't notice the visible panty lines from her thong. Blowing a kiss to the mirror, she heads for the door.
The street is busy with afternoon traffic. Sidewalks are bustling with the mix of people you'd expect in a neighborhood with blocks and blocks of 2-flats and family owned storefront businesses.
Being slightly clumsy, Lori begins to tumble down the three steps from her stoop. Fortunately, her fall is broken by the back of Janet Mizzl, the always elegant neighborhood real estate agent, who happens to be drinking her afternoon frozen coffee while waiting for a cab. The drink spills down her silk blouse.
Oops! Lori exclaims. Janet turns to find out who caused her to plaster her suit and shirt with icy coffee slush, crying out, What the...? Oh, Lori. almost like she was expecting it. Lori takes a napkin from her purse, and attempting to clean up the mess, smears the drink around Janet's front, making the stain even bigger.
I can't seem to stay up on these heels. But I didn't know what else to wear with my birthday dress. Sorry.
Oh, it's your birthday? In that case, never mind, says Janet. I hated this blouse anyway. I'll let it go. Just be careful. I can't be saving you all the time.
Lori sees how Janet's eyes follow her as she walks away. Lori's heart flutters. She struts onward while smiling backwards at her messy friend. Honk!!!! The blaring horn of a bus crossing through the intersection forces Lori to turn and face the street, just as the bus plows through a deep puddle of standing water, dousing her from head to toe. Her hair, now stringy and dripping with muddy water, sticks to her face. Her mascara runs down her cheeks, and her dress seems like it's vacuum- sealed to her body. Lori clears the splashed water from her eyes, and crosses the street hoping nobody noticed what happened. As she moves, the fabric cheats up her legs, revealing just a hint of her soaked thong. Her nipples are clearly perked by the cool water. She realizes too late that a bra may have kept her tits from bouncing so much as she bounds toward the restaurant door. Janet calls to her, Are you alright?
I think so, Lori says, trying to look sophisticated in spite of it all.
She hurriedly grabs the doorknob, whips the door open, turns to go inside, and is met by the restaurant staff and all her regulars with a chorus of Surprise! Happy Birthday! Surprise indeed.