Blindsided 08

Leaning down to check the underside of the bin, Robbie shuddered as he felt the phone slide down slightly from its position wedged in between his breasts. Crouched in a rather unladylike manner, he felt around the underside of the bin while flashing his panties to anyone who cared to look. Feeling something taped there, he ripped off an envelope before lifting himself back to his high-heeled feet.

Shaking his head, he tore open the envelope, curious but also a little frightened to discover its contents. Inside he found a folded note and a small green ticket with the number 58 on the front. Flipping the ticket over, he saw the word, Lush printed on the back. Confused, he decided to read the accompanying note.

LOOK AT YOU, A REGULAR LITTLE DORA THE EXPLORER.

THE TICKET YOU FOUND WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR NEXT CLUE. FLUTTER YOUR WAY TO 17 HALL STREET, MY LITTLE FAIRY, AND FIND TERRANCE.

IF YOU ASK HIM ABOUT THE TICKET NICELY, HE MIGHT BE ABLE TO POINT YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.

Looking down past the two obstacles jutting out from his chest, Robbie lifted his right foot and rotated it in a circular motion to try and ease his discomfort. For a moment, he considered taking off the uncomfortable ankle boots and going forth barefoot. But with the cringe-worthy memory of him wandering around the park, asking strangers if he could kiss them still fresh in his mind, he quickly changed his mind. Dreading the thought of what else he might be forced to do if he incurred another forfeit, he sighed loudly before placing the phone back between his breasts and plodding out of the park.

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Finding Terrance turned out to be a more difficult task than it first seemed. After asking a few people for directions and getting either ignored or brushed off, Robbie had tried a different tactic. Hailing down a taxi, he showed the address to the driver, who after typing it into his phone, informed the embarrassed young man that there were three places in the city matching that address. Rummaging around inside his panties, Robbie retrieved what remained of the money Shar had lent him. He then offered it to the driver and pleaded for help. Somehow it worked.

Typically, the first two stops turned out to be wrong. So, tired and at the end of his tether, Robbie stood under the moonlight at the final address given to him by the taxi driver, praying for Terrance to answer. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. He wasn't sure what he was going to do If this address was wrong too, he was now alone, out of ideas, and penniless.

“And who might you be?” A giant of a man boomed as he opened his door to find a fairy on his porch.

“Uhm… hi,” Robbie announced while hunching his shoulders. Suddenly feeling quite vulnerable in the huge man’s presence. “I’m looking for Terrance. Is he here?”

The man looked Robbie up and down as a smile crossed his weathered face. “You don’t look like the bailiffs. What do you want, little fairy?”

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“Erm… I… This might sound crazy, but I have this, and I was told to come here and ask for Terrance.” Robbie said while opening his hand to reveal the ticket.

“Who told you?” A confused-looking Terrance asked while looking down at the ticket.

“Agatha. A woman named Agatha,” Robbie answered nervously while taking a small step backwards on his uncomfortable shoes.

“Hmm. Don’t know no Agatha,” Terrance replied while appearing to think. “But that’s a ticket for the cloakroom at work. How'd you get that?”

“At Lush?” Robbie yelled out excitedly, remembering the name from the ticket. “You work at Lush?”

“Yeah, I work at Lush. What's it to you?” Terrance replied, folding his arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Robbie said while flashing the man a smile. “I don’t mean to get in your business or anything. It’s just if this is for the cloakroom where you work. I need to get in there. Can you give me the address? if it’s not too much trouble, of course.”

Terrance smiled back. “Well, ain't you a polite little fairy? And I could give ya the address, but it won’t do you any good. The club is for members only. You won’t get in, not dressed like that or without someone vouchin for ya.”

“But… I have to get in. Please, you have to help me. I’m begging you. It’s literally life or death. There must be something you can do?”

Terrance paused for a moment before looking Robbie up and down. “Well, I could getcha in. If I had some incentive, that is. What’s in it for me?”

“I have money. Well, not right now,” Robbie spluttered. I can get it to you. soon! How much do you want?”

“If ya don’t have it now, I’m not interested,” Terrance replied, folding his arms. “But how bout I do it for ya as a favour? Then after, you can do one for me?”

“What kind of favour?” Robbie asked, not liking the grin on Terrance’s face.

“Hell, Lil fairy. Do ya want my help or not?” The man roared while throwing his arms up dramatically. “I'm riskin my job here, you know? It took years to get a cushy door job like this one.”

Robbie closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nose. He had no choice, and he knew it. “Ok, how does this work?” he asked, feeling like he’d just sold his soul to the devil.

“Come over around two-thirty, and I’ll let you in. I finish at three, so we can talk then,” Terrance stated while licking his lips. “And put some makeup on and wear somemin sexy. As cute as ya look now, I can’t let ya in looking like this.”

“Two-thirty? As in tonight?” Robbie gasped.

“Course, tonight. That a problem?” Terrance asked while narrowing his brow.

“Erm… no. No problem. I’ll be there,” Robbie replied while backing away. “Thanks. See you later.”

Without looking back, Robbie walked away from the intimidating man as quickly as he could manage. Once out of sight, he sat on a wall and tried to think. How was he supposed to find another outfit at such short notice? He would also need to get to Lush somehow, and he had no idea where it was. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a car pulling up.

“Come on, get in,” Shouted the taxi driver from earlier through the open driver's side window.

“I thought you were gone!” Robbie shot back as a smile crossed his previously miserable face.

“Well, this ain’t exactly the nicest of neighbourhoods. I couldn’t just leave you here,” the driver replied, rolling his eyes. “Besides, my shift ended half an hour ago. Where can I take you?”

Robbie could only think of one place. “Do you know Beauty by Shar? he asked while hopping down from the wall.”

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As he entered the salon, Robbie’s heels clicked loudly off the polished floor, announcing his presence. As he approached the front desk, Shar suddenly popped out from beneath. “Sorry, we're close. Robbie! What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?” she shrieked.

“Hey, Shar. Well, It’s a bit of a long story actually, but to cut to the chase, I could really use your help,” Robbie replied while rubbing his neck and looking away bashfully.

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