Chapter 43 - It Ain't Fancy

 

 

"Is everything okay in there?"  Jon and Monica hear over the knocking on the door.  Both were startled and froze, thinking that if they didn't make a move no one would know that they were in there.  Another three knocks, "Is everything okay in there?" 

Monica clears her throat and says with a little laughter, "Everything is great."  she places her hand over Jon's mouth, not wanting him to say a word. 

"Are you sure?" the fitting room attendant asked  "Some customers said they heard a loud noise from in here." 

"Everything is fine."  Monica tells the attendant again, this time with attitude so that the girl goes away and leaves them alone. 

Monica slides herself off of Jon, not really wanting to part ways but they were pressed for time.  She could hang out in the dressing room with him all day and have sex, but she needs to get some shopping done and they can't do that being connected at the groin.  She pulls her panties on while Jon tucks himself away and makes himself look presentable.  The sweat that made his hair stick to his face was going to be a hard one to hide, if he cared.

"Well, that was a first for me." he says, standing up and fixing his shirt.

Monica faces him, kisses his lips and says, "Me too.  I can't believe we just did that."  she laughs at what she just did.  "This is so not me, you're such a bad influence."

"Me?  You put your boobs in my face."

"I did not.  I was trying on bathing suits and your mouth founds its way to my breast." she pokes him, "But I'm glad it found its way."  She's tying the top of one of the suits that she picked out, "How does this look?"

He walks into her, slides his finger under the elastic below her breasts and says, "It needs to come off."  And he gives it a little tug, while he leans over and kisses her. 

Monica gently removes his hand and ask, "Please hand me those bottoms that match."  So he does, taking them off the hanger, he hands them to her.  She slid on leg in and then the other. 

Jon looks at her like she's crazy.  "What?" she asks, when she sees the puzzled look on his face.

 

"You have your underwear on?" he states/

 

"Yeah, well I have no idea who has already tried these on.  I need some barrier between them and me." she chuckles as she's pulling them on.

 

Jon just got a glimpse of what goes on in the mind of a woman, and he impressed that she thinks that way.  "I wonder if guys do that too?  My mom has always just grabbed me whatever shorts she thinks I might like."

 

"Well, I can't leave this up to mom.  These have to look the bomb for my shoot."  She steps back, "What do you think?"  Turning in a circle so that Jon can get the whole picture.

 

"You look beautiful, but I don't want you flaunting yourself on the beach like that."  Winking at her, he laughs.  "That looks perfect on you."

 

She tried on the remaining suits that she had picked out and decided to buy them all.  This shoot could really do her some good, in the aspect of making money.  Her real passion lies in her photography, but if modeling is the means to the end - than she was on board with that.  It was a calendar shoot for Hawaiian Tropic and she was excited.  This shoot could gain her exposure, which could lead to other shoots that in the end can provide her enough money to take time off to pursue her dream - the way she intended.

After she bought what she needed and wanted, they headed back over the bridge to New Jersey, stopping in Woodbridge to have a bite to eat.  Jon pulled up to the stand farthest away from the building and they waited for the voice on the inside of the box to take their order.  They both ordered from America's favorite root beer stand; the well know hamburgers and root beer floats and waited for the food to be brought to them.  In the midst of waiting, Jon looked to her and asked, "Why are they doing a Hawaiian Tropic shoot in California?  I would think Hawaii would be the best place for that."

"I wondered the same thing, so I asked.  It turns out that the President of the company doesn't fly.  He's always on set, I guess, so it needed to be in LA."

"Doesn't fly?  If I had his money, I'd have a fleet of jets on standby waiting to take me wherever my heart desires."

"That could get expensive, a fleet?"

"Okay, maybe one or two.  But to have that kind of money and never fly - he's limited on what he can do."

"True, but if he pays me the $5,000, as stated in my contract, I don't care where he goes."  Monica rubs her fingers together, "Give me my money honey and I'm on my way."

The roller-skating waitress bring them their food and hooks it on the window.  Jon hands Monica her things and they sit there and enjoy an early dinner together.  They both are sad that they have to part ways, but on the other hand, they both are grateful that their careers are headed in a direction that they are happy with.

"Do you ever want kids?"  Monica asks Jon, quite out of the blue. 

He looks over at her and shrugs his shoulder, "Why are you pregnant?"