Firemen are hot [Zo]

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen slurped on her frapuccino as she waited on Zo. She was staring at the Fire Department, expecting to see any of those calendar type firemen she was so fond of. She stared with a bored expression on her face, her cellphone in her hand and she sighed in annoyance as someone came out of the building. Just an overweight old man, not even wearing the uniform. Hey, don't get her wrong, she'd probably do anyone if they wore that uniform. That sexy uniform with the sexy straps and the sexy... hose. Yeah, sexy hose. She chuckled at her own thoughts and almost slipped the drink in her mouth. 

She cleared her throat now that the panic was over and turned to look at her cellphone. She was late. Jen removed the hair from her face in exasperation. Unbelievable! "The bitch." She muttered under her breath. She was making her wait! Ugh! Did she know who she was? 

Now, don't get Jen wrong. She loved her friend... sort of. Let's just say Jen loved her as much as Jen could love a friend, so that had to count for something, right? Besides, it wasn't every day the girl called to hang out. And what best friend than to spy on hot fire fighting firemen with their tan uniforms, without any shirts under neath and those bright red- What was she thinking about again? Oh! Zo! Right!

Where the hell was she? 

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo had been ready to bolt as soon as class ended. After all, she had plans to meet Jen. They didn't get to hang out often since Jen went to college and Zo was trapped in that school whether she wanted to be there or not. So of course because she had someplace to be, her teacher had decided to hold her back and have a talk with her, warning her that her grades were low. Maybe they were low, but they were passing and that was all Zo cared about. So she gave the same old 'I'll try harder' speech and finally was allowed to leave.

Which put her a solid 20 minutes behind schedule. Oh Jen was going to be pissed at her. But since she was late, might as well take the time to make sure she looked good. What was an extra five minutes spent in the mirror? After all, she and Jen, much as they liked each other, were always competing - and Zo liked to win.

Finally she managed to make her way to their meeting place and she could see Jen glancing between her phone and the fire station. Figures. Jen always loved to take in all the eye candy she could get. Of course, so did Zo. Besides, unlike her friend, Zo played both sides of the field. "Spot any hotties?" she called out before taking a seat beside Jen. She wasn't about to miss out on the view.

"Sorry, teacher kept me after class to lecture on the importance of my GPA," she said with a dramatic sigh and roll of her eyes. She knew that Jen was going to give her crap about being late, might as well try to cut most of that off from the start. "Couldn't get away without getting in even more trouble. But on the bright side now that I'm free, we're free to get into as much mischief as we want."

[Jen Mitchellson]

There she was! "Whore. You're late." Said Jen with a mocked pout, glancing at her up and down. Damn! She looked better than herself. Now she was going to be the one to steal glances. Jen turned her attention back to the station. "And no, no hotties yet, unless you like them extra big with a side of chilli fries and more wrinkles than hair." She turned to grin at the girl, "But the day is still young. We can always go over there and pretend we lost a cat or something. Might be a good way to get in and see what's up and... what's up." She winked at the girl and grinned.

Zo was already giving out excuses and Jen rolled her eyes before smirking again. "Oh, boo-hoo. Who cares about GPA? We'll just find someone rich and hot and marry them anyway, while having one or two toys on the side. Don't professors ever consider that life style?" It was a joke, of course, since Jen wasn't marriage material, nor she wanted to be, and she was quite sure Zo was the same way.

Jen fell quiet for a moment, turning her attention to the fire station again, waiting for someone to come out. Then she grinned. "Hey, remember that time we met and had that threesome with that hot fireman?" She asked her. It was obviously a joke, but she liked to play this game, so she turned to Zo with a grin that said 'Top that'.

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo just flashed a grin at her friend's greeting. A grin which only grew as she saw Jen taking notice of how good she looked. "Aww, that's no fun," she commiserated, wrinkling her nose slightly at the proposed image. "So not my type." Zo's eyes lit up at the prospect of going in though. "Oh yes, I quite like that idea. If we go to them, that just means the more for us," she added with a giggle and a wink. "And the more the merrier, ain't that right, Jen?"

Her smirk mirrored her friends. "Ugh, I know right? It's ridiculous. I couldn't care less about my damn GPA. But you know how it is, you tell them to shove it and they get all offended and it turns into a big mess. So much faster to just smile and nod. Not like any of it is going to matter once I graduate anyway," she grumbled. "Exactly right. We'll just get men to buy us whatever we want and we'll use them as we please. Now that's the life."

Then Jen started one of their favorite games. Retelling the tale of how they met. "Oh, you're being modest. It was a foursome, remember? Oh wait, you had passed out by that point, hadn't you? Damn, that was a wild party. Remember how we practically stole that bar blind before the party and made off with all their vodka before the foursome? That's what I call a good time." She offered a smug smirk. "Top that."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Oh, really?" Said Jen in a teasing voice, "You have standards? Colour me impressed!" She was obviously teasing, but Jen's teasing can sometimes get pretty mean if she let herself do it. But Zo could take it, she was a big girl and as wild as she was. At least she thought so.

"I know the type." Said the elastic girl as Zo talked about her professors. "You ought to bat your lashes at them, pout and promise to be a good girl and ask for... extra credit. Some profs are into that, I'm sure." Not that she knew first hand, but it would still be funny to find out Zo had tried it.

But now they were playing their favourite game and Jen grinned. "A foursome! And I bet you finished them off after I passed out, didn't you?" She smirked at her, "Oh it WAS a party. Remember that guy dressed up as a unicorn? He seemed to be fond of you, even if he wasn't wearing the horn in the right place." She chuckled at the image forming in her head. "I knew you were a furry." She turned her attention back to the fire station and the door opened again, looking in anticipation and hoping this time it would be a hot time.

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo laughed in response. "Yeah, its called if I have to close my eyes and hold my breath to be near you, the answer is no. That counts as a standard, right?" Really, she was a bit more picky than that as Jen well knew, but they were just teasing in good fun, so it didn't really matter right now. If there was one thing that kept the two of them 'close' - which meant something entirely different to them than it did most other people - it was that they could keep up with one another and their wild ways.

"Yeah, that usually does wonders. Unfortunately this was a female and she's so uptight I don't think she would have even noticed during all her preaching. You know the type, want to convert the poor troubled youth and teach them the power of learning, blah blah blah. Male teachers are so much more fun - they don't mind a little flirting even if they never follow through." Sure she was bluffing, but that was what she did.

"You know I did. I'm not the sort to leave people disappointed like someone I know," she teased. "Oh yeah, that guy. That was definitely an interesting night. But hey, you're the one who agreed to the whole tentacles thing which is way weirder, I'm just saying." However her addition to the story was cut short as their attention quickly became focused on the opening door, waiting to see who would come through it. Whoever it was was apparently feeling chatting though, because the door kept hanging open without anyone leaving. "Oh come on," she muttered under her breath as the anticipation built. "We wanna see you Mr. Hottie. Now come out and play."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"It might," She said with a smirk, "But only if they don't have to do the same to you." Now, that was a bit of a lie, because Jen knew exactly how good Zo looked, but she was never going to admit it. She turned to her, crossing her arms. "So any plans for today?" She wondered, "Want to go ahead and raid those hotties now?"

"Ugh." She said to her answer about teachers, "I hate girls! No offence. They are so damn difficult to flirt with, especially because I usually don't feel like it." Mostly because her taste didn't go that way. Not that she wasn't the kind to have girl crushes, but just the fact that she called them 'girl crushes' was reason enough to know she wasn't into scissor style. "Ha! As if you've ever done it with a teacher." And then her eyes narrowed, twinkling in delight, smirking at the girl, "Have you?" She wondered. Not even herself had done such a thing... yet, but she was still young. Who knew? Maybe she needed to add some wrinkles in her repertory. Hammel didn't lack of good looking teachers, looking like models and movie stars like everyone in this damned town, and she wasn't a student anymore. Surely she could... taste the soup.

She was teasing her now and Jen let out a sound between shock and laughter. "Oh, please. Just because you're a sex addict doesn't mean I leave people disappointed. I'm just not a slut like... someone I know." She returned the retort and grinned. Not that she was about to admit it but then- "Which reminds me. I met one of your little classmates and-" She let out a breath, "You have to meet him. One of the best I've ever had. And he doesn't seem to have very high standards. I'm sure he'll squeeze in even you." It was a joke though. Even Jen wasn't about to sleep with the same men her friends would. There had to be a line drawn somewhere! "And don't know off tentacles until you've tried them. Prude." First she was a slut and now she was a prude. Hey, Jen's insults didn't need any logic!

Now they were staring at the door and hoping for someone to come out. "Come on, come oooon." Insisted Jen along with Zo and then the door closed without anyone going out. "What the hell?" She complained. "Oh no, baby. Not this time." Jen turned to Zo with a grin, "Come on, Zo. Gear up. We're going in."

[Zoelle Heroux]

"Ha! Bitch please, you're just saying that cause you're jealous," she responded with a scoff. If Zo knew one thing beyond any doubt it was that she was awesome, especially on the outside. People might complain about her attitude, but no one ever complained about her body or how she dressed it up. She knew how to show off her assets, which she had plenty of no less. "No plans. I'm sure we'll find some trouble though - we always do. If things go well, maybe we'll find some studs to get into trouble with."

"Oh please. Some arrogant old hag does not count as a girl. But you're right, motivation really is the key to flirting." Her gaze when sideways when Jen asked if she had seriously been with a teacher before. "Now that would be telling, and I never share secrets," she said with a wink. "Besides, you've been to Hammel. They're not all old and grey. Some of them are downright hotties. Who says you can't have a good time and give your grade a boost all at once?" She was lying through her teeth now, but she had the confidence to pull it off. Even if she got caught in a lie, she would just dig her heels in deeper until everyone believed it was true. That was just who she was. Life was more fun that way.

"What do you prefer then, whore?" she shot back. "You get just as much as I do. Well, almost at least," she said with a smug smirk. Because she wasn't her if she didn't insist she was always the best. Her eyebrows raised as Jen talked about some Hammel kid she had apparently gotten all hot and heavy with. "When the hell did that happen and why am I just now hearing about it?" she protested. "Well you'll have to introduce me sometime. I'm sure he must have some fine friends. Hotties always hang out in packs." Zo did enjoy keeping her options open after all. "Oh yeah? Maybe you'll have to prove me wrong sometime," she said with a suggestive wink. Flirting with her was one of the fastest ways to shut her up, at least half the time.

They both became quickly distracted by the open door, only to be disappointed when it closed without any eye candy at all. "Seriously. That is unacceptable," she whined, flipping her hair dramatically over her shoulder. "Let's do this."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Must be really nice living in that little world of yours." Said Jen at the jealous bit, "Do pigs fly over there?" She grinned at the girl, obviously enjoying their little banter. Ah, how pleasant it was to have people around who managed to keep up with her. It always gave her a thrill, and Zo was particularly good at it. She wasn't like that girl she met before, Chassy. She was nastier, much less inclined to deal with shit and with an overall different perspective. "Remind me to hook you up with this hot girl I met. You'll love her." Oh yes, the two would make a good pair, what with both playing for both teams and being all... them.

But then she went ahead and said she wouldn't share. "Since when?" Complained Jen in annoyance, "You can't keep from bragging and you know it. So tell me." She dared, placing a hand on her hip while still holding her frapuccino on the other. "Unless you're full of shit." She added with a smirk. She wouldn't put it pass Zo to do just that. It was, after all, what Jen would've done. "Don't feel bad, Zo. Maybe you're just not hot enough to tempt professors." Low blow, but that would at least get the girl to make up some awesome story. Who cared for the truth when you had imagination anyway?

"You know a vibrator doesn't count, right?" Shot Jen back with a smirk. Oh, right, almost as much as she did. "When exactly do you get all this sex anyway?" She wondered with disbelief, "Between history and math 101?" She was teasing of course. Knowing Zo she would get for... relaxation time in the bathroom between breaks. Not that Jen was any better, but she liked to pretend she had more class than that... even though she did give a treat to some guy in an alley behind a public gym. But she wasn't about to share that story.

"And I don't even know his friends." Jen said, turning to look at the station again. "But if you're nice to me, I might invite you over next time he calls." If he called. Jen nibbled on her lower lip. Well, it wasn't like she was waiting for her phone to ring, but it would be nice to know there would be... seconds. And now she was flirting with her.

"Ugh, don't do that. You're embarrassing yourself." Said Jen with a disgusted face, "You're not nearly half as hot to tempt me." But it indeed made her quiet.

And now they were going in. Jen grinned, throwing her frapuccino into the nearest trashcan and grabbing Zo's arm to pull her toward the station. "Ready to cry your eyes out for Mittens?" She asked with a smirk.

[Zoelle Heroux]

"Only when you open your mouth," Zo quipped back, not missing a beat. This effortless banter that bounced between them was at least half the reason she made an effort to hang out with Jen. There were so few who could even dream of keeping up with her, let alone actually succeeding at it. "Oh? I do like the sound of that. It's always nice to mix things up," she said with a playful wink. After all, she had been hooking up with mostly guys lately. Probably Jen's influence there. That and guys were just so much easier to meet.

Zo just laughed. "Alright, alright, you got me. I just wanted to see how you'd react. You know I always share." She grinned, her mind quickly spinning a tale. "So, it was my math teacher last year. You know I don't have the patience for normal math, let along all that imaginary number shit, so I had to get a little more creative in my effort to pass. I stole the test and got caught. But I managed to sweet talk my way out of it right there in the classroom. It was after hours of course, and I had hide under the desk at one point when some other teacher stuck their head in, but he wasn't that bad actually. He was pretty attractive even, or I wouldn't have bothered hitting on him in the first place. You know grades don't mean that much to me. One thing about older men is they actually know what they're doing so it doesn't take forever and a day to start being enjoyable. Not that you'd know anything about that." Even when bragging about a fake conquest, Zo couldn't help but be smug. After all, that was what sold the lie.

"Oh trust me, I can tell the difference," she answered with a smirk. "All I'm gonna say is that being an insomniac sure can have it's perks. Though in between classes can be kinda hot too." An exaggeration, but not entirely untrue. "What can I say, I've got needs and I make sure they get taken care of. Not like you're any better."

"Aww, when am I anything but nice to you?" she said, playfully pouting. "Besides, you know you have more fun when I'm around anyway."

Zo just laughed at her protest. "Nah, I think it's safe to say you're the one who's embarrassed," she replied with a wry grin. "And please, you know you have a bit of a girl crush on me. I'm sexy and we both know it."

She quickly jumped to her feet as Jen tossed aside her drink. "You know I'm always ready," she answered with a giggle. Really though, one of Zo's greatest talents was her ability to cry on demand. It had gotten her out of trouble more times than she knew how to count. "Poor poor Mittens. I've had her since I was 3, how can I not worry?" she said with a dramatic sniffle before dissolving into a grin. "Besides, it'll come naturally as I weep with joy at the sight of those delicious abs in there. We'll have them in the palm of our hands in no time."

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Har har." Said Jen sarcastically, not her best come back but it gave her time to think, "You know what else flies up when I open my mouth?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, obviously intending it to be a dirty joke, but then their attention was where it usually was: their sex life.

Zo was telling her about this hot professor. A math teacher and Jen raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms and looking unamused. "Sounds like a nerd." She said, obviously not wanting to inflate her friend's head. Jen had never had sex with a professor and she was sure Zo knew that, so of course she had bragging rights with this one, except- "I still think you're full of crap." She said but then shrugged, "Maybe I'll go visit you at Hammel one day and see this hot nerdy math teacher of yours." She just wanted to scare her, catch her in her lie, but Zo was good. Who knew how she would play it if that actually happened. Oh, Jen intended to find out. But now they had more interesting things in mind.

"Oh, I don't know. When was the last time you called me a whore?" She said sarcastically, "That's right! Like two minutes ago." She raised an eyebrow, smirking at her, "You're such a bitch." Jen snorted. Fun with her? "Right. Because I have nothing better to do than pity take you out so you at least get some sun on you. When was the last time you went out? You should be thanking me." All lies and meant to keep the banter going though.

And now, on with the plan! Jen laughed loudly at Zo's comment on abs and turned to grin at her. "Amen, sister. I just hope they aren't wearing any shirts." She bit her lower lip, still grinning and let out a sound. "Mmm. That would be awesome." They approached the door and Jen fixed her hair quickly. "Now, be sad." And she opened the door...

[Zoelle Heroux]

She couldn't help but laugh even as she rolled her eyes at Jen's obvious innuendo. It was always like that with them, but that was just part of their charm. "Well nerd or not, it was an experience I'll definitely not forget," she replied with a smirk. "You do that, you just might change your tune." Zo doubted she would actually follow through, and even if she did, Zo would handle it. She was good at maintaining her lies after all.

"Pssh, coming from me, that's practically a compliment," she insisted. "You'd be disappointed if I was anything less," she pointed out. Girls like them didn't tolerate those who couldn't keep up after all, or those who judged. That's why, competitive as they were, they stuck together. "Besides, it's simple math. With two of us, we're bound to get way more attention, and therefore way more fun." She scoffed at the sun remark. "Please, like I'd want to mar my skin with a tan. After all, the vampire craze is strong as ever which makes me even hotter than I already was. Not to mention no one minds if I bite," she retorted with a smirk. "And maybe I will be thanking you once you hook me up with this guy of yours and his bound to be hot friends."

"Well, if we catch them by surprise, it's all the more likely," she pointed out with a matching grin. They both paused a moment to preen. "Thank god for waterproof makeup," she muttered. After all, crying would do her no good if it left her looking like a raccoon. "Of course, me still looking this good even after crying sure makes things harder for you. It's hardly fair really." Her smug grin quickly turned to wobbly lips as soon as the door opened though, and sure enough, she looked like she was going to burst into tears any moment.

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Oh, I will." Fair warning. She was so going to bust her lie or, if it wasn't a lie, meet this hot professor of hers and judge his looks herself. Knowing Zo, even if she had slept with someone, she was probably exaggerating the looks part. Nah, no hot professor could compare to her previous conquest, right? He had muscle control for the spaguetti monter's sake! Although, Jen had to admit, Zo got extra points for landing someone much older and a teacher. Teachers counted double, right?

"Oh yes. I call you just to get my daily dosis of insults and reminders of how easy I am." Said Jen sarcastically. Wouldn't want anything else. HA! Zo really thought much of herself didn't she? She'd rather die than admit it out loud, but Jen actually liked that about her. Zo was a no bullshit girl and would always tell the truth to Jen, or at the very least, deflate her ego down enough to be considered human again. Ah, friendships. "And that's what you want? To be related to those super closeted vampires?" Those weren't real vampires! So Jen was a bit of a nerd and that kind of craze bothered her to no end, okay? Besides, it wasn't like Zoe... knew KNEW how much of a nerd Jen was. "Like there hadn't been goth crazes before. It's the same shit as before only with more glitter."

She mentioned hooking her up with him and Jen snorted. "Ah, no. I'm pretty sure he has standards." She said with a smirk, "Besides, you know well I don't share. Find your own muscle controlling hunk. But I'm sure he has friends. He has to, right? He's hot enough and like you said, hot people flock together..." She sent her a look, "Although some good hearted people like myself ofter take pity on the less fortunate and hang out with drags like you." She almost regretted letting her know he had muscle control since she was sure that would make Zo interested. No matter. Jen wasn't done playing with her toy.

"Pfft, like it'll make a difference." Said Jen at the waterproof make up comment. Jen could play the part well enough, but it still worried her that she would get... distracted by sweaty torsos. And that just brought an image that made her get lost for a second and had her blinking in confusion at Zo. "What?" She said as she hadn't heard her, but then her brain caught up. "Oh. Right. Because that's what everyone wants to see: Goth chicks in pain. What a shocker!" Jen rolled her eyes and adjusted her bra so her cleavage would show properly. "Let's go... little sister." Jen grinned, letting Zo know her plan. "We have a Mittens to find." And Jen put her saddest expression, looking about to burst into tears as she opened the door to the Fire station. Here went nothing.

[Zoelle Heroux]

"Ew. Not those vampires. They might have sparked the trend back up, but a lot of better ones followed. Besides, I can't help it - this is all natural you know. Well, minus the green streaks, obviously. Besides, glitter is so not my thing." She punctuated her protest with a hair flip.

Zo raised her eyebrows. "Oh I see how it is, getting all greedy and trying to keep the hotties for yourself. So rude." Her eyes grew wider as her friend accidentally revealed a very important detail. "Muscle control. Ooh, that had to be useful for... things," she said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggling. At least now she might be able to track down this supposed hottie on her own - after all, it couldn't be that common a power, right? "Yeah, yeah, sure whatever," she said, brushing off the intended insult. "Just hook me up sometime. It's not like I haven't been your wingman a zillion times or anything. You owe me."

She could already see that Jen was getting distracted just thinking about the firemen inside. "Try to keep your tongue inside your mouth, okay? Drool is not attractive." She glanced over just as Jen was adjusting her bra. "Yeah, you want to make sure they notice you have some," she said with a smirk. After all, there was no denying that Zo had been blessed with the sort of curves that made men drool. "Alright, let's do this... Big sis." She shot her friend one last grin before they opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hello?" she called out, distress obvious in her voice.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen stuck her tongue out at her friend. "I've helped you more than enough times myself! And in case you haven't noticed, i have half the prospects you have. I can't go around giving away the ones I already got." Jen said snottily while raising her head slightly. She turned to Zo as she talked about the muscle control part. For a second there, Jen's eyes widened as the memories hit her and then her face broke into a huge smile as she nibbled on her lower lip, completely content with what she remembered. "Oh yes, it is. It is very much so." She chuckled a bit as she remembered just how useful it'd been and turned away again. When was he going to call her again anyway? Ugh. She better found a sexy fireman and pronto before she lost her mind. "I'll introduce you, but hands off. I know you well enough to know how sneaky you are. I'm so not sleeping with the same dudes you are. That's just creepy." And in Jen's head, it was used merchandise. Call her a snob, but she wasn't one for... vintage.

Jen grinned innocently, "Drool? What drool?" She wondered and then added, "drool can be plenty attractive if you know how to use it." She gave the girl a wink, turning again to the fire station. But Zo made a comment on her breasts and Jen rolled her eyes. "Fuck you." She said at the lack of anything clever to say. It wasn't that Jen wasn't gifted, per se, it was just that Zo was more so. "At least I'm not fat." She added, just to return the blow.

In they went. "Please?" Begged Jen in her cute voice, "Can somebody help us?" Empty. She straightened herself. "Where is everybody?" She wondered. Hadn't they saw the door open before? What had happened?

"This sucks."