I always thought that the trouble with my friend Lacey was that she was so gullible. As much as I hate stereotypes Lacey is quite simply one stupid dumb blonde.
Imagine this, a tall six foot statuesque girl, with curves in ALL the right places, firm but bouncy tits, a rounded ass that sways not wobbles when she walks, and that wonderful not quite honest tint to her skin. She has masses of long blonde curls, huge innocent blue eyes and a mouth that is as fuckable as the rest of her, red, moist and deliciously wide.
A mutual friend of ours once said that Lacey had been short changed on brains because of all the other advantages that God had given her. That I can believe!
Lacey was also oblivious to her own gullible nature and her lack of brains. In fact she thought of her self as being a singularly sophisticated and intelligent young woman. I didn’t tell her the truth mainly because she wouldn’t believe me and also because if I was being honest I was jealous of her and her looks.
I’m no six foot leggy blonde, I’m short, with curly brown hair, I’ve got a curvaceous body but it would never win a modelling contract, and I’m cursed with freckles and a snub nose.
Anyone who had one bit of sense in them took advantage of Lacey and let me tell you it wasn’t difficult, she believed everything she was told and went along with it with such enthusiasm you almost felt sorry for her, almost but not quite.
There are hundreds of stories I could tell you about Lacey that would have you laughing your socks off, but the best one I think concerns her efforts to make money for charity. It’s also a story about me but I think you know that already!
We were in her apartment along with a mutual friend Jake drinking sodas and eating chips. She told me wanted to make an impact on poverty in the third world she told me earnestly and I would have probably laughed out loud if she hadn’t been so serious faced. Here was someone who was wearing so called designer clothes that had probably been made in a third world sweat shops, she was so naive and stupid it was unbelievable. Before I could say anything, Jake spoke.
“Well there is a lot of things you can do Lacey,” and at that moment he winked at me and I knew he was up to something. I quelled the urge to be sharp with Lacey and waited with baited breath.
Lacey leaned forward eagerly, her tits were almost hanging out of the skimpy t-shirt she was wearing and the shorts she had on were so tight around her crotch I was sure she must be having a perpetual orgasm with the amount of rubbing they were doing to her clit.
“You could make a movie,” Jake said smoothly, “And some of the proceeds could be sent to charity.”
Lacey’s big blue eyes lit up.
“Cool!” she said enthusiastically, “That sounds great!”
I knew Jake well enough to know what sort of movie he was thinking of and I raised my eyebrows at him. He gave me a little smile and turned back to the eager faced Lacey.
“Of course,” he said, “It would have to be an adult movie.”
“Oh,” said Lacey and she looked confused but not for long. Jake smiled at her.
”They make the most money,” he said, “And you could be the star, I mean after all, it is your idea.”
Lacey looked like someone had given her a million dollar note and told her to spend it. She clapped her hands in glee.
“What do you think Molly?” she looked at me expectantly and I looked thoughtful. Jake knew I could blow his plan out of the water in a second because despite her dumb blonde stupidity Lacey trusted me implicitly and if I said it wasn’t a good idea, she’d listen and want us to come up with another idea for her endeavour to end third world poverty.
“I think it is a great idea,” I said and I almost heard Jake’s breath explode from his body in relief, “Think of how many people you will be helping.”
I felt a little bit guilty later on, after all Lacey and I are both women, I should show some loyalty to our sex, but the thought of Lacey “doing it” for charity actually was a bit of a turn on, and the spiteful side of me wanted her to be taken advantage of.
It was fun to watch to Lacey discuss the details with Jake. She was so serious about it all. Jake is a consummate actor and I knew that he was enjoying every single minute of his little charade.
It was a few days later that we got down to business of getting the “movie” underway.
“It has to be natural,” Jake told Lacey as we sat in her lounge, our feet sinking into the fake shag pile carpet, our bodies reclining on an expensive leather suite that Lacey had just purchased on a whim, “No faking, you have to go all the way and totally enjoy what you are doing, we want the movie to sell, and no one likes anything that is fake.”
“Of course,” Lacey agreed with him and I spluttered back a laugh by pretending to choke on some soda I was drinking.
“How about we see how natural you can be?” Jake suggested and my ears pricked up at his words.
“Sure,” Lacey said and smiled a wide gullible smile.
“Take your top off, “Jake ordered her and without a protest Lacey whipped of her pretty baby blue designer sweatshirt and flung it to one side. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were as magnificent as ever. I bit back my feelings of resentment and jealousy; after all I wasn’t so dumb as to fall for Jake’s “wonderful” idea.
