The MakeUp Artist Internship

A Long Day

  Charisse stirred around seven, did  some yoga, and I still sleep. I was tired the Y iwas closed.   I got up, ate  a bowl of oatmeal and went into the bathroom to get ready.   We were going to my Grandma's, mom's, and then her parents.  Her dad, Milton Theroux owns The Theroux house, a metal, glass, and tube house built in the sixties that looks like a fast food playground.  "It's the ugliest thing I have ever seen, but it was what my dad wanted," she told me.   "Come here."  I walked over.   She was nude.   She said, "Let's scissor to get the day off right."   She looks at me and I take off my tee shirt and shorts.   "I am glad you are letting your landing strip go," she told me.   I was broke and busy, no time to get waxed.   I got between her legs and she and I moved together until I came and she did shortly after.   "Your body is so much like your mom's at the same age.  She was really pretty," she said.  I said, "Well to have Johnny Depp notice her."  I nod.   "Your mom is very pretty."   

     She talked about my mom and I began to wonder, was she really attracted to my mom.   "She had just had you.  Sometimes she brought you.   She still was cute with you. Sometimes Mom's become mom blobs."  I looked at her.   I think she liked my mom.   

     "So where does she live?"

"Well she has been in Brookwood Forest for five years, but she will get an itch and move sometime."

"You are too funny."  

"She's bougie."

"That's not nice."

    My Grandma was nice to Charisse.   They were close in age.   Charisse  wasn't comfortable with them.  "Sort of uneducated simpletons you know.   Now your mom.  She's just doe eyed and sweet.   I always wanted to lay on her chest like I do yours."   

     "So you knew my mom?"

"She came to a few dinners, even brought you.   She breastfed you at the table.  It sort of turned me on."   This made me wonder.   "She was always feeding you well, saying the dad was some celebrity and that was ALL she talked about.  You were so chubby and cute."

     Was she after me because she could not get my mom or was it the celebrity.   My eyes were very much Johnny's, but I was not blind.   

        We get to my mom's and Charisse is nice.   She even brought some wine.  "How sweet," my mom said.   I gave her a tour of the house.   The formal living room with the white carpet, grand piano, black and white brocade couch, chairs, and a white table.   This was so Bowie and mom loved Bowie.   The foyer with seventies wallpaper and Hanna's and my baby picture.  I showed her mom's room.  SHe said, "What a pampered princess."  I showed her my bathroom.   It was now Johnny's.  "I love the wallpaper," she says.   She strokes my hair.   "I can see you naked in here getting ready for a date.   Jade, did you ever date  boys?:  Gregory I Grantham for a year.   We just gifted apart and then I met Sadie."  She paused.  "Oh that Sadie thing.  I think you're okay.  Not rashes or weird things, but that was stupid of you to date her."   I wanted to tell her I was desiring a boy more than her.  I just had to break it to her.   Before she came over, I read in my diary.  "I was going g to break it off with Jeff but I went to his partners and 5ebway they treated him?  His parents are very good looking and I cannot help but wonder if this was a genetic mistake,   I mean he just looks like some creepy thing but his sisters are so gorgeous.  It's weird genes, I guess...."   

     We got to my room and she said, "I like it.  Very nice.   Is this where you played with yourself?  I love it when you do that and don't lie, you have played with yourself for some time."   I whispered, "since the summer of 2006."   We didn't live here though and I always waited until I knew Hannah was fast asleep.   I showed her my mom's room and she got nosy in there.  She found the assorted collection of dildoes my mom used when she was single.   

    "Shut that drawer!  She would kill me."

"Girl, she has a collection!  I have one ordered that you would like."   

"Oh?"

"I hope gets here." 

"We'll love it."   

      She looks in my mom's closet, which now has an area for Johnny since it is a walk in closet.  "She dresses really well," she told me.   

      I go out in the kitchen and help my mom and Johnny, who are so cute, and should have been doing this all along.   My grandparents come over and they, of course, are critical.    Tomorrow, Hannah and I were going to the chocolate walk and then to see Grandma.   She was at my other Grandma's but she was really overwhelmed.   Dad sort of behaved.   He only drank beer.   I don't think he liked Charisse.    "She's a liberal," he said.   The meal is good and we talk.  I wanted to talk more but Charisse texted me, "My parents are waiting.  They are important, too."   

      On the way there she said, "Now my parents are different.  My mom is a strong feminist writer and my dad is a doctor. Don't talk about weird things like movies, here."   I nod.  She said, "I am being serious, Jade.  No manly stuff.  You Have to make me look good."  She dug her fingernails into my wrist.  I was scared.   

      The house was massive.   The sun was setting and it looked like a giant fast food playground....   I could hear the rush of the highway when I got out.  The place was probably quieter in spring and summer and gorgeous in the fall.   Charisse's parents were the typical, Chanel suit, bobbed hair, wearing wife and doctor father.   "My she is lovely, Charisse.   Do you think k you can keep this one?"  Her mom asked.   I sort of felt bad for her being treated like that. "I intend to," Charisse quipped.   Her dad said very little and we ate some sort of weird dessert and she showed me the place.   It was weird.   Glass rooms overlooking what I think was a woods at one time.   "If we stayed here, I would make you lean against the glass and would do very sensual things to you," she told me.   She showed me her closet, her old,cheerleading uniform, and there was a 21 Jump Street poster in the closet.  I found it weird.   

       "I thought you liked girls," I said.

"But your dad is so, so beautiful.  Well, was.  Now he looks like a vagrant.  When he got that long hair in 1993, I was like Ew," she told me.

"I got my start in 1993,"  I told her. 

"I know. "   

     We go back down and have a glass of wine, then we go back to her place.  Tomorrow she was taking me to a small town who has a gingerbread festival, so I was spending the night.   

     "That is Milton and Midge," she said kissing me.

"Awww, they're sweet."

"Sweet MY ASS!!!  Fucking verbal abusers!!   Made me go to therapy.   HOW DARE you say that!"

"I am sorry."

      She kisses me and takes off my clothes.  She began playing with my breasts and rubbing me between my legs.   

       "That really feels good," I moaned.  I quickly came.  She kept on rubbing and then she went down on me,   I came again.  "Charisse, you're really good."

"And never forget it."

     I return the favor and she tastes musty, but I do my best to get through it.  After all, she curled my toes, feet, calves and legs.."   "Never leave me and for Christ's sake, never make fun of me."  I felt bad for her.   I felt obligated to her.  Maybe Scott was supposed to be the one who got away.   Maybe I was to have  babies with Charisse and always think of him.  A trwr went down my cheek.   Never in my life had I felt so trapped....