“Yeah, I’m just about there now. That bitchy Renee Yrilkosminov is gonna be there too. She’s the last slut I want to see. I know she slept with about ten people to get on the cover of that magazine. Now, so what’s so urgent that you had to call me as I’m heading to one the craziest parties of the year?” supermodel Kira Moss asked smugly into her diamond-studded cell phone. Kira listened intently as she pulled her custom Maserati into Eily’s palace in the hills, parking it among the multitude of equally impressive vehicles.
“Holy shit!” Kira quipped as her long legs snaked out of the doorway, high heels clicking to the pavement. “Omigod, I have to let her know. That’s, like, some serious shit. Well, I guess if it did wonders for Paris’ career, then…” Stopping to adjust her mini skirt, “On second thought, Eily’s got a lot more to lose.”
Kira, currently one of Britain’s most popular runway models and younger cousin of well-known Kate Moss, has known Eily for a number of years when they crossed path’s at one of Cinemaville’s hottest clubs. Back then, they often traded boyfriends like girls traded dolls; in fact they still do. “Hey, how are you? It’s been forever,” Kira cheered as she hugged Stacy Stellis and Bruce Dawdson as she made her way to the back of the house, where some 30 people had gathered. The amount of drugs and alcohol was countered only by the lack of clothes on the guest’s bodies. Moody Indy music played softly over the party.
Kira stood poolside, searching through the landscape of cocaine snorting and fornicating celebrities, to find Eily floating in the pool, taking a hit on a joint, steam rising from the water’s surface as the thermostat regulated the temperature for maximum comfort. “Hey, Kira, over here. Get in. Have a joint, Take off your clothes!” Eily rang out. Kira began slipping off the designer duds that hugged her 5’10” frame and slowly stepped into the pool, eyes widened in disgust as she spotted a naked Renee Yrilkosminov in a pool lounge chair just ten feet from her.
“I can’t believe you invited that bloody low life to this party,” Kira whispered to Eily in her thick English accent as she rested her arms on Eily’s raft, pointing discreetly to the 5’11” Renee. “What’s your beef with her? Did she do something to upset you? Just try to get along for the evening.” Eily tried to assure. “It’s just that she’s such a fake; She makes Vogue after coming in second on that cheesy “America’s Next Model”. Eily rolled her eye. “A little jealous I see. Here take some of these.” Kira picked the tiny blue ecstasy pill from Eily’s palm. “I took one an hour ago, and I’m totally chill.”
Dwayne momentarily interrupted Eily’s rub down, grabbing another raft for Kira. “Thank you,” Kira smiled as she hoisted her wet expanse onto the float. Several minutes passed as marijuana smoked filled the air as Nelly Furtado reverberated gently from the pool’s underwater stereo system. Kira and Eily floated next to each other as they watched the likes of rapper D-Tane and actress Molly Tres tongue wrestle as sexy cocktail waitresses kept the waterfall of champagne and vodka flowing.
“Ahh, wow this is the best X I’ve ever experienced. I haven’t felt this good and pampered since I don’t know when,” Kira purred. “Know what you mean. My schedule and wrapping up this 50’ Woman movie has completely drained me. It’s nice to kick back with good friends and even better drugs.” Eily glistened as she faced Kira. Both women giggled in contentment.
“Hey Eily, ya know on my way over here, my agent told me that some asshole posted a video of you on Youtube. I think it's the one…” “Yeah, the one of me fucking what’s-his- name from a year ago. Trish told me the news right before you came in.” Eily interrupted. “Aren’t you pissed?” Kira commanded. “I was, but for one, the X is totally trippin’ and two,…Dwayne show Kira the letter that I got.” Dwayne waded over to the side of the pool and gestured for Trish, now in a bikini to hand him the letter from HomTech. “Here, Eily’s got a plan for that shit,” Dwayne laughed confidently.
Kira read the letter as she positioned herself more comfortably on the rubber and plastic float. “They can actually do that?!@? Make you that fucking tall?” Kira exclaimed. “Yes! And that’s my plan. I mean after reading that letter and, I know who the assholes are who put that damn video up. It was a whole bunch of people who did it. I’ve spent several years carefully managing my image and I don’t need that shit in people’s minds.”
Reading the letter again in disbelief, Kira asked, “Can I call these people for you?” “I was gonna have Trish call them on Monday, but I can have you take care of this for me if you’d like. Trish’s got enough on her plate. Whispering softly to Kira, “I want to make the most of this, so I had this ‘holy shit!’ idea that will blow people’s minds and teach people never to fuck with me again. Do you remember that movie ‘Queen of the Damned’? I think it came out like five years ago [Kira nodded affirmatively]. Well, anyway, it starred one of my favorite actresses, Aaliyah, God rest her soul. She died in some accident or some other freak shit…whatever. I want to pay tribute to her, so I was thinking of wearing the same outfit she wore in that movie.” “You mean….” “Lower your voice,” Eily snapped to an incredulous Kira. “You mean you want to go as a vampire…a giant vampire? [Eily smiled from ear to ear]. “Holy shit!” Kira marveled. “That’s what I mean by a ‘holy shit!’ idea. A giant vampiress or 50’ vampire in the middle of Cinemaville” Eily proudly trumpeted. “How about showing up in Metro City too,” Kira suggested. “Good idea, girlfriend. All those people and a giant vampire girl.” Eily oozed.
“Actually, kindof an Egyptian-ish vampire.” Eily smartly added. Now, if you check out online, and you can plan it how ever you want, but Aaaliyah in that movie…she’s totally wearing these funky contacts that make her eyes mysterious, fanged teeth, of course, this beautiful ornate breast plate that runs around her boobs and up to her neck, and some vampire-like bracelets. [Laughing] Don’t forget to pick me the tight leather mini-skirt. And the best part, Aaliyah wore this fucking over-the-top tiara or something. Get me that, too!” Eily giggled as she placed her hand on Kira’s raft.
Kira was overjoyed and honored to be chosen for such a monumental task, smiling with a satisfaction she could hardly contain.. “MMmmm, I think she had these incredibly long lashes and killer fingernails in that movie,” Kira revealed as she puffed on a joint, leaning back to take in the night time sky.
“Make me a sexy 50’ foot vampire and I’ll do the rest.”
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