80s Women Characters Novels & Stories

Instead, my heart filled with the warmth of my connection with Beki. As we loaded the last of our choices and zipped our cases shut, a curvaceous woman about my body’s height sauntered into the room, looking like a 1950s secretary with her red hair swept up in a chignon. Everyone had been talking about a movie called Grease around the time of my execution, and I wondered if she was dressed like that because she’d gotten swept in a 50s craze. She treated us to a broad smile, the light reflecting the hellfire brimming within her brown eyes. She was clearly a demon in a glamor.

But still, sorry. The woman was mature, around fifty years old. She was clearly a wealthy lady, and that could be told just by the clothes she wore. A pink dress, with haute couture details and a matching scarf. She was a woman with a soft, pretty face, few wrinkles and few gray hairs. She was a classic beauty, with lace gloves and a bow in her hair, as if her style was stuck in the eighties. Blair recognized Dorothy Banks's face at once. She was a very elegant figure, and certainly unmistakable. She felt bad, truly, for staining the woman's dress, but she had a script to follow.

She sounds like an 80s sex icon. Just. My. Fucking. Luck.

Ch-2 --------------------- Back to the fight. The two women, both over 40, were huffing and puffing as the digital camera whirred away. When mom grabbed her hair, the wig came off, the other actress totally bald! When she yanked at her bra, it came off, along with the padding that had made her seem so busty. It turns out that actress Vivian was over 40, and over 50 for that matter. As her rather elaborate girdle was exposed, she made a final lunge at my mom. I saw mom, unused to fighting, draw back with her right fist. It came forward with surprising speed and power, hitting that other actress, and old bag, Vivian, square right below the eye. After each of mom's three punches, you could hear

The luxury building was gleaming, and Derek led me into the building. Silently, I trailed behind Derek as he paused on the first floor, and we were welcomed by two elegantly dressed women. They were slim-figured, but from their stunning features, I knew they were not young women, but in their late 30s or early 40s. "Welcome, Derek. What brings you here? Do you need any woman for today?" One of the women asked. She wore a blue dress and a pair of black shoes. Her face was adorned in heavy makeup, and likewise her companion, who wore a short green dress that revealed their thighs.

Ó The woman didnÕt bat a lash when she walked from her desk to the open doorway. Gone was any semblance of the matronly type who just sat and answered phones all day, and in her place was a savvy past middle-aged woman who knew a thing or two about the world. All that was missing was the proverbial cigarette in her hand, and sheÕd be the epitome of the nineteen fifties big shoulder broads of television and screen.

“Who were they?” “I don’t know. One of them looked like, I don’t know, like an old movie star. Like Claudette Colbert or Clara Bow or somebody. She had short dark hair and was really sexy but kinda old timey, you know? And the other one— I don’t know, man. She was like something out of a fairy tale.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t know. Like she had really long blonde hair and— I don’t know.” “What did these women do?” I asked.

I feel bold, and I approach a middle aged female. "Hello. I notice you are dressed lovely. I am not from here, nor familiar with these buildings. Do you know any affordable buildings to buy attire from?" I curse myself for my stiff dialect, but communication with most humans still makes me nervous. "So formal and charming. Yes. That dress is overwhelming my dear. But let me let you in on a secret." Her mouth scratches wide and she leans into my ear. "Everything I wear is thrifted. Bargains, honey. Let me put you on." I grin at her playful demeanor and happily trot along to wherever this alpha lady leads me. Her presence is demanding, and people acknowledge and take note of her as we pass. I