The Finest Line by Catherine Taylor Page B

not fucking doing it.”
    Miranda ignored her. “Oh my god,
I even know the perfect song for you to dance to.” She paused for
dramatic effect. “ Nobody does it better .”
    “I love that song!” Mairead
could feel the adrenaline beginning to course through her body.
    “Right, that’s it.” Kylie got up
and took Mairead’s hand.”Get your purse girlfriend. We’re getting
out of here.”
    Mairead snatched her hand back.
“No I’m not going.”
    “You’re going girl, if I have to
carry you out of here.”
    Mairead sat back wounded and
looked up at Kylie tearfully. “Not you Kylie, not you telling me
what to do, like everyone else.”
    Kylie could see the pain in her
face and sat down defeated. “I just don’t want to see you get
hurt.”
    Mairead shrugged. “Too late,
James sorted that out already, but you... you’re my partner in
crime. I need someone who doesn’t always think I’m wrong.”
    “Thelma and Louise,” Kylie
nodded and smiled. “He’s going to be watching you, him and his
bitch.”
    “And he won’t even know that
it’s me.” Mairead grinned. “Imagine his face when I tell him about
it six months from now. I’ll be sure to be wearing my
seatbelt.”
    “Oh my god you are evil,” Kylie
awed.
    Miranda had watched them and now
ventured tentatively, “So are we really going to do this?”
    Kylie fixed a stare on her.
“First I want to know just how this is going to happen. I would
hate to have to come and smash up some bitches because they put my
friend’s image all over the internet.”
    “Oh god,” Miranda looked at
Mairead. “I’d never do that to you. We can get you masked and
costumed out back and I’ll tell everyone that I’m trying out a new
girl. Give me a name.”
    Mairead thought and her wicked
smile returned. “Vanessa.”
    Kylie and Miranda dissolved in
fits of laughter. As Kylie wiped tears from her face she shook her
head at Mairead. “Girl I don’t even know you.
    Later she had to repeat her
words as she looked at the goddess standing before her. Even
Mairead was stunned as she looked at herself in the mirror. There
was very little to the white costume with its sparkling silver
thread interweaving it. A thin triangular strip ran from each
shoulder to firmly round her breasts and just barely cover her
nipples, gathering in the centre with a silver bow. The triangle of
the thong with its matching bow just covered her pubic mound and
thinned out to a silver thread which ran up between her buttocks.
The two pieces were connected by more stretchy silver threads which
were all held together by two bows, at the centre and small of her
back.
    Miranda went to hand her a pair
of silver stilettos but Mairead shook her head. “I’m going to need
to practise in those. For now I’ll just use my feet.”
    Her hair was swept up tightly
into a pony tail which hung from the top of her head. Long and
dangling diamante earrings were put in place and a silver and
diamante choker encircled her neck. Finally a silver half Venetian
mask was tied firmly to her face and sparkling lipstick applied to
her lips.
    Kylie’s mouth hung open until
she could speak. “Hell Mairead, your own father wouldn’t recognise
you.”
    Mairead giggled. “That would be
really awkward.”
    “You’re telling me,” Kylie
grimaced. “And especially if he tried to stuff a twenty dollar note
into your thong.”
    “Kylie!” Mairead swatted her and
then noticed Miranda was staring at her with tears in her eyes.
    “You are beautiful.” Miranda
wiped at a tear. “I’m never going to be able to wear that costume
now, not without knowing that I’ll never look half as good.”
    Mairead hugged her. “You are
gorgeous Miranda and I’m not going to look that great when I fall
flat on my arse out there.”
    “Oh hell,” Miranda became
panicky. “Do you want to go through a routine quickly, get some
pointers, top up your health insurance, or maybe sign a disclaimer
not to sue me if you get hurt? What