PART 6:
“Well, I heard you were giving my friend here trouble.” “You need to let me go now. You seem to be in charge. Do you know who I am? If you don’t let me go, I’ll—“ “OK, shoot, how are you?” “I’m Danita Amore. Famous singer? Two Latin Grammys?” Lupitas facial expression was blank until the last part. “My grammy is Latina too, and my grampy is from Guatemala. So, you’re a singer, what do you sing?” Lupita fingered the pendant around the star’s neck, as the terrified women emitted a few pathetically weak notes. “I—can’t…not unless she lets me go.” Suddenly, Alma chimed in, “I recognize that song, Lupita, it’s that annoying song from that movie I saw once with my sobrinita. You sing that?” Danita bobbed her head, excited to finally be recognized. “Let me knock her out and throw her in the dumpster, please?” Lupita shook her head. “First, we’ll be taking this jewelry.” She systematically removed the pendant, the bracelets, and rings. Then she grabbed Danita’s shoes. All the while, the pop star was screaming, “No, don’t do that. I have money! I can give you money, please.” “Oh, we’re going to get money,” Lupita replied, “Trust me on that one. Now let’s see what kind of panties rich, annoying starlets wear. Careful, this dress looks expensive.”
As Lupita removed the dress and tossed it on the sidewalk, a puzzled look came over her face. Then, she pointed and giggled, “What the hell is that?” Underneath the dress, Danita was wearing a black, lacy, strapless bra, but from her thighs to just below her breasts, she had on a one-piece of white spandex. It was sewn together in a complex fashion with a number of reinforced panels on it. The singer’s face reddened. “I said what is that?” “Spanx,” she replied. “Don’t mind if I do!” said Alma, letting go with one hand to smack her on the backside. Lupita stared blankly, and looked the frightened singer in the eye, which was starting to well up with tears of embarassment. Danita felt compelled to explain, “a shape garment?” Lupita, with her athletic dancer’s body hadn’t seen one of these before. Alma, seeing Lupita’s confused expression, added “It’s something fat girls wear if they’re fake. Maybe Clara will want it.”
Lupita let the sleight against her best friend go for now. She was curious to see what this glamorous personality looked like out of this not-so-glamorous garment. First, she decided to remove the bra. Since it was strapless, this took very little time. Alma grabbed Danita’s wrists so she couldn’t cover her breasts, which, free of their supportive bra, fell lower and further apart than before. Then, Lupita stuck her index finger into the stretchy garment, and started to roll it down. Behind it, soft flesh popped out, overhanging the edge of the garment now that it was restrained by the spanx no longer. Lupita stopped when she had gotten it just below Danita’s navel. “There’s a lot of you packed into this little thing.” She grabbed some of the muffin top made as she pulled the garment down and fondled it mockingly, adding, “a mucho grande lot of you.”
Below that, the flesh of the singer’s hips and backside poured out of the garment. It had even been compressing her thighs. In addition, a wild tangle of black pubic hair came into view. Alma let go and stepped aside to take in the sight. This freed Danita’s hands to try to cover herself, as Lupita handed Alma the spanx, which she looked at with wonder as it dangled from her fingers. “How the hell did all THAT fit in THERE?” she said, looking at the now-compressed garment.
Danita was crying, and her dark eye makeup was forming rivulets down her face. “You can let me go now, right? At least let me get in the car before someone sees me?” Lupita laughed, “No, no, gorda. We’re not even started yet.” She turned her head to the sound of footsteps. Clara had returned with the phone. “That was fast.” “She had a charged battery that fit it.” “Let’s get to it then.”
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