Beautiful

4. Charlies Angels

Charlie's Angels Need A Break Too

Bridget, Shireece, and Tierra met up once every month or so at their favorite entertainment spot, 'JC's Jazz Lounge', to unwind and enjoy some good ole' gossip and great food. Though, Tiera, had not made it to the last few. She deeply embedded herself in her work. She refused to pull herself away for even one night.

Bridget and Shireece were happily married, yet it never stopped them from ogling the hard-bodied eye candy, or from being enticed by the many mouth-watering, testosterone-induced flavors that frequented JC's.

'Not for their sake, but for Tierra's', so they claimed.

Dressed to impress for every event, party, and social gathering, these trio made it a point to be in the best dressed category for every event. Unbeknownst to the other women, the secret weapon to their stunning wardrobe success, was a small little known haute couture boutique; Tigrez (pronounced Tee-Grays).

After dinner and dancing at JC's, they'd always round out their 'Girl's Night' with a trip to get their shop on.

To their surprise though, as they approached its' East Longmeadow location, there was this new decor visited the establishment. They looked at each other shocked, and then all around the building to make sure that they were in the right place.

Hesitantly, they proceeded on towards the main entrance.

"Ladies, ladies, it's so nice to see you again," a tall, gracefully thin, chocolate complexioned man, with a Cesar cut and deep waves greeted the trio.

His tone was exaggerated, as he made his way towards them, sashaying in his usual manner that they'd come to know. His fashion ensemble as always, was impeccable. He wore a pair of perfectly creased, black dress trousers, a black leather belt with a gold buckle, a periwinkle, long sleeved, button down shirt, black cuff links, and black leather dress shoes. A large faced Movado watch adorned his left wrist, and a single .5ct stud rested in his earlobe to finish off the look.

"Marques, darling," Bridget began, sexily slinging her hips as she sauntered towards him.

"... It's been too long," she greeted with a smile, planting her best rich girl, cheek-to-cheek kiss upon the side of his face.

"Hello Marques. How's business? The store looks... different," Shireece said dryly, barely looking at him.

Instead, she was looking around the boutique stunned.

"Ummm, what happened?" she asked.

"Well, Ms. Shireece, to be honest with you, I... we were bought out, ... well, partnered up with some wanna-be thugs turned businessmen. At least that's what I think," he confided in a whispered tone. His eyes darted around, as if he didn't want anyone to hear him.

"I have yet to actually meet them, but they sent over a team of so-called designers, who are responsible for all of these décor changes that you see."

He waved his hands around wildly, the corner of his upper lip curling in disgust.

"Well, it's not that bad. It's just going to take some getting used to," Shireece added, as she sensed his displeasure.

She tried to comfort him by patting him sympathetically upon the shoulder.

"As long as there's still a VIP area then I'm good. Where is it anyway, I don't see the usual set up," she whined.

"What?!" Tierra shouted, spinning her head around in astonishment.

She'd been surveying the boutique's extreme makeover as well, but the sound of not having her usual treatment at her favorite place instantly brought her attention to the current conversation.