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~BBW, ~MWG - Two sisters plot to make something of their mooching roommate
“I can’t believe they didn't let us in…again!” exclaimed Jane, “We’ve been coming back for weeks now. You’d we’d get shown some loyalty, right?”
“Isn’t it obvious? They’re just looking for some blonde bimbo with a fake rack. True beauty just isn’t appreciated in this town,” countered Lindsey.
Lindsey and Jane were twins, but not the type you’d see on a beer commercial. While there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with their appearance, there wasn’t anything particularly right, either. Barring a small mole on Jane’s left cheek, the sisters looked almost identical. Straight, dull brown hair. Slim, but not overly skinny. Their faces had a smattering of freckles. Looking out from atop a narrow nose was a set of listless hazel eyes.
This walk back to their apartment had become a weekly ritual. After waiting for hours in the line for Spazio’s, a trendy nightclub, the girls would be turned away with a flick of the bouncer’s hand. On the way home, they’d shout to the heavens all the worst sort of curses and lamenting how vulgar the city around them was—primarily for not noticing them. However, they often failed to notice someone, too.
Mandy.
“Hey, Lindsey! I’m a blonde!” their roommate whined, honestly dejected.
“Oh, Mandy, no, no, no…I’d never say you have a fake rack,” Lindsey countered quickly.
“Well, okay then. But be careful what you say around people, kay,” Mandy said in softer tones, relieved at the explanation that failed to apologize for the harsher part of the insult.
Mandy was the most attractive of the group, though relative terms are a bit cloudy at times. When standing completely straight, you could say she was probably 5’2. Her light, blonde hair ended at the collar of her pink AE polo. Mandy was slightly overweight, but with the right wardrobe, no one would have really noticed. Mandy did not have the right wardrobe. Her closet was basically obnoxiously-colored polos, khaki Capri cut-offs and flip-flops. The main problem was that all of the polos and khakis were all at least one size too small, which resulted in Mandy having a little belly roll and an accentuated muffin top.
Once the girls got home, the twins decided to comfort themselves with some vanilla ice cream. Unfortunately, what had been half a quart yesterday was now gone. The likely culprit sat on the couch clipping at her toenails.
“Mandy, did you finish the double fudge in the freezer?” Jane asked.
“Mandy…Mandy…Mandy!”
“Huh!? Oh, yeah,” Mandy started, pulling the earphones out. “Totally scarfed it for breakfast. Sooooooory, dude.”
“Have you paid your part of the rent this month?” Lindsey asked, knowing the answer already---or some variant of it.
“Yeah, paycheck for this week isn’t in, so I probably don’t have the cash. I’ll get to it when I get to it, don’t you worry,” Mandy responded, focused more on the cracked, red polish that adorned one of her toes. Sighing in disapproval, Mandy returned the earphones to their customary spot.
Knowing she could shout and wake the neighbors quicker than get Mandy’s attention, Jane stared her sister down. “Why is she here again?”
“Well, she does usually pay the rent within a week of it being due. And the landlord ‘likes’ her,” Lindsey responded.
“Ohh…” Jane said, following with a snort. “But really, I’m getting tired of her serving no purpose around here other than being our personal mooch. What does she spend all that money on anyway?”
***
Two days later, the twins sat at the kitchen table, mulling over ideas to get what they thought they rightfully deserved; a spot on the dance floor at Spazio’s.
“We could die our hair!”
“We could wear thongs?”
“We could, uh…makeup more!”
“We could…do…that.”
Jane’s head sunk into her hands. “This is useless. We’ve tried all of those things before. We need something new, Lindsey.”
Feeling just as dejected as her sister, Lindsey hunched her back and watched as Mandy made friends with a family-size bag of Fritos Jane had purchased earlier.
“You know, why don’t I go pick up one of those guy mags? The ones where they grunt about what gets them going?” Lindsey said, feeling a spark on inspiration.
“Eh-he. Why don’t you take the cheaper route and hit one a website about the same thing?” Jane said in a mocking tone.
Shrugging, Lindsey got up and headed toward the bedroom where her Windows 98 compatible laptop was stored. In passing, she noticed that half of the Fritos had found their way into Mandy’s mouth. Mandy seemed oblivious, more focused on watching Judge Joe Brown and blaring some pop song through her earphones.
***
Three hours later, Lindsey burst out of the bedroom in the direction of her sister, who was reading the paper.
“I think I’ve got our answer! Okay, Jane, what do all hot chicks have that we don’t?” Lindsey said excitedly.
“Money?”
“No.”
“…Sugar Daddy?”
“No! Isn’t obvious?” Lindsey said, sitting down next to Jane. “We need a DFF!”
“What the hell is that? Some text speech junk?” Jane retorted incredulously.
“DFF. D.F.F. Designated fat friend!” Lindsey said, her nearly reaching shouting range as Mandy passed by the table on the way to the fridge.
“Sounds counterproductive to me, sis…” Jane responded.
“No, I’ve been reading all about it. It’s all mental or whatever. See, here in the paper, this article. Hot chicks always have a DFF they go everywhere with, you know. With the fatty there, they make hotties look even better! That’s our ticket into Spazio’s!” Lindsey finished, overjoyed. In the meantime, Mandy moved from rummaging in the fridge to the freezer.
“That’s actually a great idea! What sucks is that we don’t have one, and we don’t have many friends to begin with anyway.” Jane said, trying to think through this logically.
“What about that Carol from your office? She’s a heifer, isn’t she?” Lindsey questioned.
“Yeah, but I can’t stand being around her for more than a minute. And yes, even if that meant getting into Spazio’s.” Jane said, finishing with a sigh. Mandy’s digging through the freezer got louder as her movements became more desperate---and irritating.
“Mandy, what are you looking for?” Jane asked, hoping she’d stop.
“Ice cream! I’ve got a killer craving right now, dude,” Mandy responded, her head still in the freezer.
“Eh-he. You ate the last of it, dummy,” Jane said, cynicism laid on thick. Shaking her head, she returned to the matter at hand. “I guess we’ll just have to troll some of the cheap bars for some gullible chump, huh?”
Lindsey reluctantly nodded. “Yup. I’ve got no other thoughts…”
“Ah-ha! Ice cream sandwich! SCORE!” Mandy said triumphantly, spinning around to reveal a soft, exposed midriff. Jane and Lindsey looked at each other, then back to their slightly chubby roommate.
Then, it clicked.
(Continued in post six of this thread)
D.F.F.
by Symphonic45
by Symphonic45
“I can’t believe they didn't let us in…again!” exclaimed Jane, “We’ve been coming back for weeks now. You’d we’d get shown some loyalty, right?”
“Isn’t it obvious? They’re just looking for some blonde bimbo with a fake rack. True beauty just isn’t appreciated in this town,” countered Lindsey.
Lindsey and Jane were twins, but not the type you’d see on a beer commercial. While there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with their appearance, there wasn’t anything particularly right, either. Barring a small mole on Jane’s left cheek, the sisters looked almost identical. Straight, dull brown hair. Slim, but not overly skinny. Their faces had a smattering of freckles. Looking out from atop a narrow nose was a set of listless hazel eyes.
This walk back to their apartment had become a weekly ritual. After waiting for hours in the line for Spazio’s, a trendy nightclub, the girls would be turned away with a flick of the bouncer’s hand. On the way home, they’d shout to the heavens all the worst sort of curses and lamenting how vulgar the city around them was—primarily for not noticing them. However, they often failed to notice someone, too.
Mandy.
“Hey, Lindsey! I’m a blonde!” their roommate whined, honestly dejected.
“Oh, Mandy, no, no, no…I’d never say you have a fake rack,” Lindsey countered quickly.
“Well, okay then. But be careful what you say around people, kay,” Mandy said in softer tones, relieved at the explanation that failed to apologize for the harsher part of the insult.
Mandy was the most attractive of the group, though relative terms are a bit cloudy at times. When standing completely straight, you could say she was probably 5’2. Her light, blonde hair ended at the collar of her pink AE polo. Mandy was slightly overweight, but with the right wardrobe, no one would have really noticed. Mandy did not have the right wardrobe. Her closet was basically obnoxiously-colored polos, khaki Capri cut-offs and flip-flops. The main problem was that all of the polos and khakis were all at least one size too small, which resulted in Mandy having a little belly roll and an accentuated muffin top.
Once the girls got home, the twins decided to comfort themselves with some vanilla ice cream. Unfortunately, what had been half a quart yesterday was now gone. The likely culprit sat on the couch clipping at her toenails.
“Mandy, did you finish the double fudge in the freezer?” Jane asked.
“Mandy…Mandy…Mandy!”
“Huh!? Oh, yeah,” Mandy started, pulling the earphones out. “Totally scarfed it for breakfast. Sooooooory, dude.”
“Have you paid your part of the rent this month?” Lindsey asked, knowing the answer already---or some variant of it.
“Yeah, paycheck for this week isn’t in, so I probably don’t have the cash. I’ll get to it when I get to it, don’t you worry,” Mandy responded, focused more on the cracked, red polish that adorned one of her toes. Sighing in disapproval, Mandy returned the earphones to their customary spot.
Knowing she could shout and wake the neighbors quicker than get Mandy’s attention, Jane stared her sister down. “Why is she here again?”
“Well, she does usually pay the rent within a week of it being due. And the landlord ‘likes’ her,” Lindsey responded.
“Ohh…” Jane said, following with a snort. “But really, I’m getting tired of her serving no purpose around here other than being our personal mooch. What does she spend all that money on anyway?”
***
Two days later, the twins sat at the kitchen table, mulling over ideas to get what they thought they rightfully deserved; a spot on the dance floor at Spazio’s.
“We could die our hair!”
“We could wear thongs?”
“We could, uh…makeup more!”
“We could…do…that.”
Jane’s head sunk into her hands. “This is useless. We’ve tried all of those things before. We need something new, Lindsey.”
Feeling just as dejected as her sister, Lindsey hunched her back and watched as Mandy made friends with a family-size bag of Fritos Jane had purchased earlier.
“You know, why don’t I go pick up one of those guy mags? The ones where they grunt about what gets them going?” Lindsey said, feeling a spark on inspiration.
“Eh-he. Why don’t you take the cheaper route and hit one a website about the same thing?” Jane said in a mocking tone.
Shrugging, Lindsey got up and headed toward the bedroom where her Windows 98 compatible laptop was stored. In passing, she noticed that half of the Fritos had found their way into Mandy’s mouth. Mandy seemed oblivious, more focused on watching Judge Joe Brown and blaring some pop song through her earphones.
***
Three hours later, Lindsey burst out of the bedroom in the direction of her sister, who was reading the paper.
“I think I’ve got our answer! Okay, Jane, what do all hot chicks have that we don’t?” Lindsey said excitedly.
“Money?”
“No.”
“…Sugar Daddy?”
“No! Isn’t obvious?” Lindsey said, sitting down next to Jane. “We need a DFF!”
“What the hell is that? Some text speech junk?” Jane retorted incredulously.
“DFF. D.F.F. Designated fat friend!” Lindsey said, her nearly reaching shouting range as Mandy passed by the table on the way to the fridge.
“Sounds counterproductive to me, sis…” Jane responded.
“No, I’ve been reading all about it. It’s all mental or whatever. See, here in the paper, this article. Hot chicks always have a DFF they go everywhere with, you know. With the fatty there, they make hotties look even better! That’s our ticket into Spazio’s!” Lindsey finished, overjoyed. In the meantime, Mandy moved from rummaging in the fridge to the freezer.
“That’s actually a great idea! What sucks is that we don’t have one, and we don’t have many friends to begin with anyway.” Jane said, trying to think through this logically.
“What about that Carol from your office? She’s a heifer, isn’t she?” Lindsey questioned.
“Yeah, but I can’t stand being around her for more than a minute. And yes, even if that meant getting into Spazio’s.” Jane said, finishing with a sigh. Mandy’s digging through the freezer got louder as her movements became more desperate---and irritating.
“Mandy, what are you looking for?” Jane asked, hoping she’d stop.
“Ice cream! I’ve got a killer craving right now, dude,” Mandy responded, her head still in the freezer.
“Eh-he. You ate the last of it, dummy,” Jane said, cynicism laid on thick. Shaking her head, she returned to the matter at hand. “I guess we’ll just have to troll some of the cheap bars for some gullible chump, huh?”
Lindsey reluctantly nodded. “Yup. I’ve got no other thoughts…”
“Ah-ha! Ice cream sandwich! SCORE!” Mandy said triumphantly, spinning around to reveal a soft, exposed midriff. Jane and Lindsey looked at each other, then back to their slightly chubby roommate.
Then, it clicked.
(Continued in post six of this thread)
