GITJ Post 412: Back to Her Stinkbugs

“You’re…y-you’re Adriennne Aleppo, aren’t you?” the young woman said, standing nervously in the aisle of Flight 4433, headed to LAX, “I’m sorry to disturb you…I’m just such a big fan.”

“Awww, yes, thank you,” replied the bosomy red-haired woman, who immediately was silently cursing this stupid airline for letting coach passengers the unfettered ability to just stroll on up into first class and bother its patrons. “That’s nice of you to say.”

“I loved you in ‘All Tomorrow’s Yesterdays’ and ‘Uplight’ and of course now I watch every episode of ‘Stinkers!’  - Tuesday nights at nine! - with my girlfriends,” the woman continued. Her voice had the spastic, unmistakable cadence of a starstruck admirer. There were more of those every day. “You’re so, so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m seeing you here, on the same plane as me, in person!”

“That’s sweet,” she replied, doing her best to smile up at the plain, underdressed young woman who was now leaning in towards her.  Adrienne Aleppo, Product Study #F8-042-AA and daughter of immigrant Portuguese bakers, was a growing celebrity, slowly becoming jaded to the fame she was acquiring, but still a sucker for adoring praise. She figured she could indulge this obviously over-enthusiastic fan a little, at least for a moment or two. “But soon you won’t have to wait ‘til Tuesdays. There’s going to be a new episode every Saturday night now, too. ‘Stinkers After Dark!’”

“Omigod really!?”

“Yeah it starts next week,” Adrienne Aleppo added. The new show was going to be the network's chance to get a little more risqué, capitalize on its rising star’s captivating figure and how exactly she’d been using it to more-or-less take over the house.

“Omigod im so excited. I love ‘Stinkers!’. I’m glad they picked such short guys, I’m glad you’re on it! The show is becoming so popular! Everyone loves it!”

Of course it is, and of course they do. The camera spends the whole show in my cleavage. “Oh thank you,” the starlet replied. She was happy, of course, that the show was now enjoying such huge viewership. It wasn’t really much more than your typical reality show where young, beautiful but otherwise unlikeable people were thrown in to live together and backstab one another. They were basically halfway through its planned run and the producers were tickled pink by how exponential its growth had been…with no illusions that it mirrored that of its now main attraction. A main attraction who was now a little annoyed by the woman standing in the plane aisle over her. How can I get rid of this person?  “Would you like an autograph?”

“Yes sure of course!” the woman gushed, as Adrienne Aleppo was already pulling a pen and pad from her bag. She kept these in her purse exclusively for this purpose.

“I’m headed back to the ‘Stinkers!’ house right now-“ she began, as she swiftly scribbled the swirly scrawl that constituted her celebrity signature.

“‘Gotta keep your little stinkbugs in line’!” the girl interjected.

“….yeah, that,” the busty redhead said. The girl was quoting her directly from last week's episode, when she was commenting to the camera on her new strategies concerning her housemates. “Anyway, I think the fasten seatbelt sign just went on……”

The fan looked up in confusion just as - soon after Adrienne spoke -  the ding of the sign came to life and the captain got on the mic telling people to get to their seats. The fan stammered a few words of thanks and admiration, and left.

The bosomy young beauty took the chance to relax again, gaze out the window, and plan. She had another several hours before she’d be back on the ground and swooped up, driven to and sequestered in the Hollywood megamansion that doubled as a reality show set. The only one allowed out of the house, and only for these weekly treatments at that rink-dink little Midwestern clinic, Adrienne Aleppo knew that she was in perfect position to not only come away from ‘Stinkers!’ as the game’s victor, but with new assets to insure a meteoric rise in fame. She was already in talks with her agent about a new show, one centered entirely around her, and there were rumors of imminent movie offers. She knew how things worked, though, and that she should still take the opportunity and spend the last two months of ‘Stinkers!’ run building her cult of personality.

In fact, something the girl in the aisle said earlier - ‘I’m glad they picked such short guys’ - rang back into Adrienne’s head. It got her thinking about the clip she’d seen, shown to her by one of the pretty girls at the clinic, of the Kathy O’Connor show. She’d already made her male housemates more submissive. What could it do for my ratings if was able to…?

Images came to her, images not of stinkbugs, but rather of a houseful of men the size of rats, scurrying around her feet.

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