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Betty Being Bad

BY

Jean Paradis

EXCERPT

On Wednesday morning Betty opened the newspaper, read that Bettie page had had a heart attack, and promptly spilled her coffee. This was good news. Not for Bettie Page of course, but Betty didn’t feel inclined to mourn the woman, as she had been eighty-five, and had no doubt had more fun in her life than most people. The news would be very good for sales, as the walls of Naked Betties were covered with framed photos of the very popular 1950’s pin-up girl. There was even a Playboy from 1955 with Betty Page on the cover, wearing only a Santa hat.
This occasion definitely warranted dressing in one of her Bettie Page costumes---the one she could wear in public.  
Twenty minutes later Betty entered Naked Betties dressed in a slinky red dress, (found at Teenie’s Treasure’s for a mere $14.95) sheer black thigh-high hose, black pumps, and of course, the raven pageboy wig with the distinctive blunt bangs. With more enthusiasm than she’d felt since the Christmas season began, Betty unlocked the front door, turned the sign in the window to ‘welcome’ and put her part-time help wanted sign next to the life-sized cut-out of Betty Boop (hot pants, roller skates, drink tray.)
It was a decent day weather-wise, which on the Oregon coast merely meant it wasn’t raining or overly windy. She hoped the thin layer of clouds would burn off by afternoon, luring some of the outlet mall shoppers down to the beach, and into Naked Betties for unique Christmas gifts. Inside, Betty reached into the box of odds and ends that she kept under the register and found a spool of red ribbon. She stood on her step stool and draped the ribbon along the wall to draw attention to the pinups, and the Playboy.
  Later that afternoon Betty was waiting on an older gentleman, ringing up an expensive coffee table book with pictures of famous actresses, including Betty Davis, and three of the Bettie Page pin-ups, when the bell on the door jingled. She looked up, and promptly dropped the man’s change on the counter.
“Sorry,” she muttered, already in motion, making her way around the counter.
Carson stood there, grinning. He looked amazing in faded jeans and a navy polo. Betty threw her arms around his neck and her feet came off the ground knocking over a display of bumper stickers as he swung her around. When her feet were back on the floor she looked at Carson’s face, watching his gaze travel up and down her body, “If I knew you dressed like that for work, I’d have dug my way out with a spoon.”
 Betty smoothed her hands over her hips, “This is my Bettie Page costume.” She pointed to the magazine on the wall. “Poor woman died today.”
 Carson glanced at the magazine and back at Betty. “Her Santa costume would bring in more customers.”
    “I’m sure it would. But that would mean changing the rating of this place from PG to X and that might reduce my number of customers.”
    “Or double it more likely.”
    Betty slid her hands along his strong forearms needing to keep touching him to be sure he was really there. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugged, guiltily. “I was afraid something would go wrong. I wanted to surprise you.”
“And you did.” Betty moved closer and pressed her cheek to his chest. The prison smell was gone. He smelled good, clean and male…
    She felt his hand on her lower back. One finger slid over the satin, stopping at the point where the curve of her ass began, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hips moved toward him automatically. The feel of him pressed against her, already responding to her, was enough to take her out of the moment and into the private world they’d only been able to share in whispers...
 “You have another customer.”
Betty turned around. A fiftyish woman stood at the counter. Betty went around to the other side to help her. She was buying several used paperbacks and a Betty Boop apron. Glad for a moment to regain her composure Betty took her time, and chatted with the woman for a few minutes. When the customer walked out the door, Betty realized that she and Carson were alone in the store. This was not good. She stayed behind the counter, suddenly overcome with nerves. “I’m really happy for you Carr, and I wish I could celebrate with you today, go out to lunch, do a little shopping and all that, but it’s been busy…”
Carson leaned on the counter and gave her a slow sexy smile, “Come on Betty, you’re the boss, you have the power to turn that sign around whenever you want to.”
    It was true of course. “It’s the Christmas season, I need the money.”
He moved closer. “I’m free Betty. And the way I feel right now, it can’t be put into words, but I need to share it with someone. Take a walk on the beach with me. I want to touch the sand, watch the waves, and smell the ocean.”
She was caving quickly, and knew he could see it, “I really shouldn’t...”
He reached across the counter and took her hand, “Give me this Betty. Give me the afternoon and the evening and I promise I won’t ask for the night-time.”
It wasn’t his asking that Betty was afraid of. He wouldn’t ask, he’d take, and in the morning she’d want it back. She could handle Carr locked up, but she could stay in control now that he was free?
“You can’t deny me this can you? This day I’ve waited so long for?”
 She couldn’t. “We’ll close for lunch, a long lunch, but then I’m opening up again in the afternoon, okay?”
“Sure, a long lunch.”
The hungry look in his eyes made her knees go soft. Was she about to become lunch? Betty reached beneath the counter for the key to the front door. Carson took it from her hand, and went to the door.  
 Betty stayed where she was, behind the counter, watching him turn the lock and flip the sign to ‘closed.’ When he turned back around she watched him approach, his expression serious, his intentions unmistakable.
“I’m going to have to change my clothes before we uh, before we go for a walk.”
Carson walked around the counter and entered the small space on the employee side, blocking her in. “I don’t think you should change just yet.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
His gaze lowered to her cleavage, “I like this dress. I like it a lot.”
“Thank you.” Betty tried to sound casual but heard the slight tremor in her voice. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. It wasn’t as if Carson were a stranger. She’d known him since---well since the first time he talked her into taking her shirt off during a game of strip poker. And she felt the same now, the old excitement that only Carson could evoke in her. His hands were on her bare shoulders, lightly caressing them. His warm fingers trailed along the straps of her dress and slipped down the satin, stopping to press both nipples with his thumbs, hardening them instantly.
“How well I remember these,” he murmured.
She pushed his hands off her chest. “You must have a good memory because you haven’t seen them since I was thirteen.”
“A boy always remembers the first breasts he saw that weren’t in a magazine. They were so perfect, two firm little peaches…”
His hands were back, big hands, with long well -shaped fingers; hot palms cupping her ‘peaches.’ She pushed them away. “You tricked me out of my shirt.”
“I did.” He grinned, “And if you remember right I tried many times to get you out of your pants too but never did succeed.”  
“No, you didn’t.”
Carson moved closer, putting his hands on the counter on either side of her, trapping her. “So many nights, I lay in that damn bunk, still smelling your hair.”
Heart pounding Betty looked into his eyes. This was it. If she was going to tell him that she only thought of him as a friend, she’d have to do it fast and she’d have to be convincing…he leaned down and kissed the indentation at the base of her throat. She knew he could feel her pulse there, racing. It was time to open her mouth, time to tell him…he was kissing his way up her throat, hot little kisses. His lips reached the sensitive spot just below her ear.
 “Carr?”

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