The Door was #$%&ing Closed (and a collection of other shorts)

Stuck

A Sunny Flare Story

A Modest Sequel to Calendar Girls

The show had been… Awful. Sunny took a seat, running her hand through her violet and purple locks. Sure, technically the fashions she presented impressed the right people, and granted she had a solid deal with several name brand boutiques, but that didn’t stop the fact that most of the renown fashion world had missed the show because of the virus. She had attended Sugarcoat’s wonderful wedding, more than happy to make her dress, which she hoped had found its way back into a closet and not just on the floor on their wedding night, and then she, Lemon Zest, and Neon Lights had left for Manhattan for the show.

A show which should have been the talk of Fashion Row for weeks, no months to come, and instead it had just been those committed to her brand. Still, it was a technical success, but regardless it felt empty. On top of that they were simply stuck at the airport. They couldn’t leave, because all air travel had been canceled. They couldn’t leave the airport because someone had tested positive for the virus, and they were stuck. Quarantined, officially, and that meant they were forced to be where they were.

“Like, how long did they say we were going to be here?” Lemon asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Apparently until we’re all checked. Which according to our hosts will take a minimum of a week because their medical facilities hasn’t even received their testing materials yet.”

Lemon took a seat behind her, “Bummer, but hey, at least it’s not like we don’t have places to go eat, or somewhere to sleep.”

She gave a small smile to one of her lovers, “True, and it could be worse, but I had hoped on getting home and relaxing in a large tub.”

She looked at Neon who was carrying three cups. He handed her one, Lemon another, and then took his own. She took a drink, sighed as the warmth spread through her throat, and then let out a sigh, “Neon, dearie, thank you for the wonderful idea. A nice Caramel Mocha Latte was exactly what I needed.”

She leaned against the hard plastic chair, “So, do we know the sleeping arrangements? I believe the airport hotel may be full.”

Neon cleared his throat, “Yeah, we’re stuck in the terminals,” he replied, “They’re handing out blankets and pillows, but we’re not going anywhere.”

She sighed, “Well, this is perfectly joyful. I’m glad that I’m with both of you, but unfortunately I feel frustrated, and there’s nothing to do about it.”

She felt Lemon scoot near her, “Not exactly, I mean it won’t be everything, but remember when we shared a blanket at that park in Paris?”

Sunny blushed, “Yes, I do remember, but I would be a little afraid that we may get caught,” she replied, “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, but I would rather that everyone around us not know what we were trying to do.”

Lemon grinned, “Just practice on keeping quiet and not moaning,” she said as she slightly pinched Sunny’s butt, “and no one will be the wiser.”

Neon rolled his eyes, “Yeah, or we could go to the VIP lounge, get back into the corner, and just be quiet in comfort.”

Lemon sighed, “Sure, and take all of the fun out of it. Out here it would take some skill, that’s just like… Cheating.”

Neon rolled his eyes, “Lemon, none of us want to get into trouble, and honestly, the VIP would be better, but if it’s just frustration, why not hit the arcade?”

Sunny looked at him, “Are you seriously turning down…”

He kissed her, causing her to stop, before leaning back, “No, I’m not. But at the same time the last thing you need is for us to get caught. I don’t want to be part of something that causes your image to suffer. I love, and Lemon, too much for that. So, I suggest that the moment we can get somewhere private we go at it like a bunch of teenagers on viagra, but for now maybe we should take the easier route, play some video games, and just let some digital violence take the edge off.”

Lemon sighed, “Yeah, I guess that would be okay.”

Sunny smiled, “Okay, but I will hold you to your other suggestion the moment they have a room available for us to stay in.”

He nodded, “Of course, so lead the way.”

With that she stood, and the three of them headed toward the internal tram system that took them across the entire airport. Getting on had been easy, getting to the section with the Video Arcade had been fairly easy, but seeing a crowd that obviously thought of the same thing had ended the idea. Sunny looked at the collection of adults and children being told to please thin out and wait until some of the machines became available. They looked at the sign in sheet which was at least six hours out.

“Well, that’s a bust,” Lemon said. They began walking back toward the tram, when Neon grabbed their arms.

Both of them began to say something before he pulled them toward a store. Uncertain of what he was doing he brought them into a Coco’s Secret. The lingerie store was something that Coco Pommel had started as her own project, and while some of the styles were racey and revealing all of the clothes were of impeccable style and quality.

“Dude, are you wanting us to dress in some underwear?” Lemon asked.

He looked at them, and then walked to the counter, “Miss, my two friends would like to look around, maybe try something on, but both of them wouldn’t want to take up much needed space. So, could they possibly use a single dressing room?”

The girl looked at him, then them, and then rolled her eyes, “like, fifteen minutes max, and if there’s anything on the clothes, you bought it, okay?” she stated.

“Sure, not a problem.”

He looked at them, and together they walked toward a dressing room that she unlocked for them, “So like if you’re gonna use, you totes gotta take something to try on.”

Lemon grabbed a black thong, a lacey black bra, and then walked toward it. Sunny grabbed a nice Boddice, a pair of stockings, a garter belt, and followed. He stood there.

“Not gonna go in there with them?” she asked.

“Nothing out here is my style.”

“So, can he come in and tell us which one looks better?” Lemon called.

“Whatever, fifteen minutes,” she said before leaving them to it.

He walked in and both of them were already undressed. He was about to say something when Sunny got down on her hands an knees, “We’ve got fifteen minutes, so lets make the most of them,” she said.

In that fifteen minutes Sunny Flare was loved more passionately than she believed possible in a small four foot by four foot room. There was barely enough room for them together, but they made it work. When they were done both girls decided to purchase what they tried on, although Lemon did decide to go with an extra pair of hipster panties.

As they left the store Sunny hugged both Lemon and Neon. She was complete, she was whole, and she was loved. Even stuck here for however long it was, she felt good.