Tattle-Tales: A Night at Crystal's
by: Prue Walker, Annie-O, Julia Manchester,
Terry, Joan Banks, and Heather Sinclair
Prue's Story:
I swear, all I did was invite Cathy over to Crystal's to help clean up the place. You could see she’d left in a hurry. Clothes were strewn across the bed, her lingerie drawer was open, and a bra was hanging out. We started to put the clothes away in the closet, and we were admiring her gowns when the door opened; Heather and Joan entered. They asked us why we were here, but they didn’t believe us and started looking around themselves. I saw Joan heading for the liqueur cabinet, but took little notice as Heather went over and started playing with your makeup.
About five minutes later, Julia and Terry showed up. They said they were just passing and heard the loud music. (Oops I forgot to mention Joan had cranked up the stereo up to full volume), I hope it wasn’t damaged. Anyway, they made themselves at home and even ordered takeaways and told them to send the bill to you. Terry wanted a party and Joan agreed, mind you, she was fairly tiddly by this time. Terry got on the phone and soon Paula came over bringing Anne- o with her. I started bring out a few snacks from the kitchen (sorry you have to go shopping when you get back, I used up a few things). Joan gave me a drink, I thought it was just coke, but from the way things got blurry after that, I suspect she put something stronger in it.
I remember at one stage someone suggesting a slumber party, but at that point, I was getting comatose anyway. I remember a few things like when the pizza arrived; the delivery boy got an eyeful. Then I remember some yells and saw some clothes flying. I’m sure I saw a naked male body running around with girls chasing him. By this time, Joan had given me two more cokes and I was feeling no pain even when somebody decided I needed spanking.
Things went a bit crazy for a while and I woke up lying beside Heather, she was tied up with a new pair of stockings. She blamed me, but I don’t remember doing it. (You have to believe me, wink wink).
Anyway, that’s my version of the story. I hope you got that mess off the bedroom walls (oops I um, well it wasn’t me, ask one of the others)
Heather's Story:
There we were, Joan and I. Uh...just coming from church. I told Joan how Crystal wanted me to feed her fish, so we needed to stop by the Park Avenue townhome. I checked above the doorframe and grabbed the key to let us in when I noticed the door was ajar.
Joan said we should go downstairs and call the police to report a break-in. I thought about it and decided against it because of Crystal's computers. Story Site could be in real danger! Joan and I entered the townhome and noticed two purses on the entryway table. I thought I recognized the black Fedni as Prue's so I made my way further inside when I heard giggling emanating from the bedroom.
Joan pushed the door open. Lo and behold, there stood Cathy_t zipping up a Royal Blue minidress that Prue had apparently just put on.
I blurted out to their dismay that you were gonna kill them, and they just squealed and screamed at being caught red-handed.
Joan was brushing a no-no sign off of her finger and moving her head from side to side.
I asked them what they were doing there in your bedroom. Cathy turned beet red and stammered for an excuse. Prue just stuttered something about Cathy and her cleaning up the place cause you left in such a hurry. Cathy concurred to this obvious lie and indicated the bed and the surrounding floor where numerous items of clothing lay dishevelled.
I decided to let them go with a warning when Cathy, knowing my ultimate weakness, said. Pointed to your make up table and said "Look, Heather…Make-up."
I was about to berate them again when I followed Cathy's finger to the fabulous makeup table...table, HA, it was a fount of every unattainable brand of perfume, foundation, eye shadow... oooooooooo...lipstick.
I just tried on a couple of things, I promise. I was oblivious for about an hour, just looking at all of the brands and smelling the perfect scents that Crystal had samples of.
It was then that I was disturbed by a loud crash coming from the living room. I jumped up and peered out of the bedroom door. Oh my God, everyone was there: Paula, Ann O. Julia and Terry all had decide to drop by to stop me from feeding Crystal's fish!
Joan breezed by me on the way to the lady's room and passed me a decanter. I sniffed at the lid. Hmmm. This doesn't smell like orange juice. So I tasted, just a little bit, just enough to tell what it was. Uggggghhhh, it was Vodka and Orange Juice!
I scanned the rest of the room to find out what the loud crash was and couldn't find anything wrong.
I'm sure a look of horror was plastered on my face when my eyes finally rested at the floor behind Paula. There, in a million pieces were the shattered remains of Crystal's antique Ming vase. I took a small drink from the decanter to sooth my already frayed nerves...just a small drink. This is the point I felt a little woozy. Oh no, Joan spiked the drink with something else.
The next thing I remember was a piece of pizza being shoved into my mouth and some guy trying to take off my panties. There was a lot of screaming at that point and Ann hit the panty thief with her purse 'till he let go, thanks Ann.
I hope Crystal doesn't move that area rug under her table. Paula just had to do everyone's nails and she was so drunk that she spilled the polish. I said I was gonna tell and that is when Julia and Prue dragged me kicking and screaming to the stereo cabinet and used a couple pairs of pantyhose to secure my arms and legs.
I was forced to drink more of that potion from Joan's decanter 'till I lost my awareness for a second time that night.
Finally morning came and I awoke to find various arms and legs interlaced around my body. What the heck happened?
Joan's story:
Fine, I'll admit there was some drinking going on. But why does everyone blame me
when they get a little crazy.
Heather was really nice to me when that jerk of a boyfriend dumped me. On our
anniversary no less! We had this wonderful date planned and....never mind I don't
want to talk about that anymore.
Anyway I had snitched some stuff from my old man's liquor cabinet. Nothing heavy.
I think it was called 'Everclear'. That's diet, right? Anyway it wasn't
enough of anything to make everything that happened happen. They made this 'we're so
drunk' stuff up just to put the blame on someone else.
I was pretty down, so I figured the best place for me was at the bar, right? It was
all so lame, that I wanted to liven things up a bit.
It worked.
Terry and Julia got there right after we did. I think Terry was pissed at me or
something. But after tending bar for a little while, I really didn't care.
Mom, you are such a tiny little thing but for some reason everyone (hear that EVERYONE)
was trying on your stuff. I really like that one blouse of yours but the lipstick
was already there. Honest!
Some nice friendly frat boys showed up after a while. They really have a bad
rap. They are SO friendly. Right Terry and Heather? You didn't know
anyone could see you, did you? Anyway I have the whole thing on tape so if you try
to push this "Joan got us drunk' song anymore then who knows where it will end up?
Heather you are really an animal when you loosen up! There was no panty raid just
you offering your panties to anything male.
Anyway I was talking to this really nice frat boy. That's right just talking!
He seemed really attentive especially after his friend took over the bar.
We did fall asleep together on the balcony later. He was gone when I woke up.
He must have had an early class.
You should all thank me for your wonderful evening. If I hadn't added that Lite
Alcohol to your drinks then we might as well been in a knitting circle or a convent.
I'm just glad I had the maturity to handle it.
By the way, has anyone seen my black thong panties? I haven't been able to find
them.
Julia's Story:
Crystal, don't believe any of the nonsense the others tell you, this is what REALLY
happened . . .
I was leaving with Terry to go shopping when I noticed some noise coming from your place,
across the hall. The door was ajar, and I knew you were out of town, so I decided to
investigate. Imagine my surprise when I found the place full of people!
Prue, Cathy, Heather, and Joan were all there, and the stereo was going full blast.
When I walked into the bedroom Prue was on the phone, and mumbled something about helping
clean the place, but she and Cathy were both wearing your outfits, and Heather was sitting
at your vanity, trying on your plum eye shadow. Joan was making drinks for everyone
(and yes, she was wearing your tan, belted mini) I think she was a bit tipsy
too. The room looked like Bloomingdale's after a half-off sale, so of course I
began to help straighten things up.
Well, as soon as I walked in Joan offered to get me a cola to sip while I worked, and I
didn't realize until it too late that she added something else to the drink! Anyway
. . . We cleaned and cleaned, but the more we straightened up the worse things seemed to
get. Sometime during the evening Anne and Paula arrived, and the next thing I knew
the place was full of people, half of whom I had never seen before. The hall outside
our apartments looked like the subway at rush hour, and everybody had a drink, courtesy of
Joan. She really is a flirt when she has a snoot full!
By the way, don't believe what Heather says. There never was any panty raid, and she
had her panties off long before the boys from the fraternity dropped by to pay their
respects. Between she and Cathy the pizza guy never had a chance. His boss
really shouldn't have fired him!
And Cathy! The last thing I saw of her she was wearing a Fed-Ex cap (and nothing
else besides her bra and panties), and telling anyone who would listen that she was going
down to Times Square to get some friends. Well, I know perfectly well that she
hasn't got a license, but I still don't think she actually meant to steal that truck.
I know things got a little out of hand, but it really wasn't necessary to call the SWAT
team, though things turned out just fine. They're really nice guys and very
understanding. Of course they had to stay and make sure things didn't get out of
hand. Something about "standard SWAT procedures."
Anyway, they arrived right after Annie finished her second song. She really looked
cute up on the table, wearing your black bustier. Nice high kick in her dance
routine too!
The first I knew the police were there was when I heard "Oh, Officer Riley!" and
a mischievous giggle coming from the other room. Terry claims she was just being
polite, but I saw a tall officer in a military uniform carry her towards the guestroom.
She looked like she was having a good time.
I don't remember too much after Sgt. Donovan escorted me back to my apartment, but he was
a perfect gentleman, and very understanding.
By the way, if you find my yellow sheath dress please let me know. I seem to have
misplaced it.
Terry's Story:
I don’t know about the rest of you but this is how I remember it.
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Someone told me, I think it was Cathy_t, Mom (Crystal) was going out of town on a Friday, I believe. Anyway, someone else suggested that we get together and meet in her townhouse for a so-called slumber party. I know we are too old for this but, what the heck! As Paula would say, ‘A girl just wants to have fun!’
I worked all that day for my client in Santa Monica due of his deadline. I needed to FedEx his vendor invoices to him so he could cut checks the next day. Since it was getting close to the time for all of us to meet at Mom’s house, I decided to call FedEx to arrange a pickup at her townhouse.
As I was walking down the sidewalk to Mom’s house, I ran into Julia and the both of us talked along the way. We arrived there around 5:45 P.M. but wasn’t the first ones’ there. We found the door unlocked and what seemed like all of the lights of the place were on. We found Prue, Cathy_t, Heather and Joan already enjoying themselves. Of all people there, I was most surprised to see Joan there. I talked to her yesterday and asked her what she was going to do that evening. She told me she had made plans with a boy so I let it go. When I saw her in Mom’s house, I started fuming. How dare that snot lie to me like that? I’ll get her back eventually.
I think about a half-hour later, Paula and Anne O showed up so I guess to the objective viewer, a party of sorts developed. I was being good, sitting in the living room sipping on a ginger ale. I had to wait near the front door for the FedEx guy to pick up my package. They must have been running late because I know I gave them specific directions to here. Someone suggested ordering a pizza or two so I gave my order for what I wanted on part of one. I want it made known right now that I didn’t ask over any boys to visit or service us in any way. The only one that I called over was FedEx, but that was strictly for business.
The pizza was delivered sometime around 8:15 or 8:30. I just heard the doorbell ring and I looked over my shoulder to see it was the pizza. I didn’t pay any attention what happened to the pizza deliveryman but, with hindsight being 20/20, I now know what is meant by ‘Domino Delivers.’ I’ll get to that story in a bit.
The FedEx guy arrived just before 9:00. I asked him if the package would be flown out to California that night in time for Kevin to receive the package the next morning. He assured me that it would be delivered to the airport before the plane takes off for LAX. He started chitchatting, which was nice, but I didn’t have time for that. I told him to get that package delivered then come on back so we could talk. The guy wasn’t running on all eight cylinders but man, was he cute! He said he would be back as soon as he could.
After the FedEx guy left, I went upstairs to use the powder room. Once I finished, I decided to visit Mom’s bedroom to see what new outfits she had bought since the last time I was there. I found it strange that her bedroom door was shut and like an idiot, I just barged in without knocking. I found Cathy_t and the pizza deliveryman on the floor with their clothes off. I knew they had started on the bed because the bed was a mess. I saw something sticking out of Cathy_t that looked like something I saw on the pizza. God! I don’t think I could ever eat another piece of pizza for the rest of my life! I backed out of the room faster that I came in.
After the initial shock and disgust wore off, I went back down to the living room to wait for that cute FedEx guy to return. He arrived back to the house about 10:15 in his work uniform. The moron didn’t have the good sense to go back to the warehouse to drop off his truck and go home to change. The fool parked his truck right in front of Mom’s house and left it double-parked for everyone to see. If he hadn’t been so cute, I’d have sent his dumb ass right out the door. We ventured back upstairs and bypassed Mom’s bedroom to go directly to the guest room. Now I’ll admit we had a little fun there but it wasn’t the orgy that Prue says it was. I’ll also admit that FedEx is fast in more than just deliveries. I never had a boy ‘cum’ and go as fast as Curt, the FedEx guy. And I thought the boy in junior high was quick! I went ahead and changed the sheets and remade the bed so no one would notice.
Right around midnight, Heather told me about the panty raid that occurred while I was occupied. We started looking around the house to see what else was tampered with. We found that someone had raided the liquor cabinet. If I had to guess, I would say it was that lush Joan who did it. The house was also a little messy but it would be an easy clean. I was too tired so I decided to use the guest room to go to sleep. The house could wait until morning for a cleaning. One of the girls crawled into bed with me and I don’t know who it was. Believe me, nothing happened that night!
We got up the next day and started to clean the house. Someone said there was makeup on some of Mom’s clothing but I know I didn’t do it. I don’t know who actually did it but I suspect it was Cathy_t. If Mom finds out and wants to know who did it, I’ll tell her it was Joan if no one confesses to her. That will get her back for lying to me. Someone also mentioned something about some stretched stockings with runs in them. I know nothing about them I forgot that I threw a used condom under the dresser in the guest room but it’s too late to get that now since Mom’s home.
Anyway, that is my version about what happened while Mom was gone. I cleaned up my mess and helped clean up the entire house. Anything else that happened, I have no idea about it. If anything else is wrong, Joan did it!
Annie O’s Story:
Well, gee! I didn’t do nothing. You see, I was out shopping and I found this really adorable peach silk blouse with a vee neck and wrist-length sleeves. So I needed something to go with it and I found this turquoise ankle-length skirt and a bolero jacket to match, and that’s when I met Paula.
Well, I asked her where she was going and she said to Mom’s flat to feed her fishes (I didn’t know she had piranhas) so I sorta tagged along.
When we got there, I thought I stumbled into a nudist colony! Julia, Cathy and Prue: it was a party! Somebody handed me a drink of coke (?) (Joan, you naughty girl, was that you?) and I drank that and a few more. Oh, that vase is definitely Shan, not Ming.
Now, as I remember I saw someone trying to strip Heather and, with Paula’s help, I went after them. Those frat boys can be so rough! Their idea of foreplay is saying, "You know you want me, baby!" At that point, I was feeling no pain—or anything else, for that matter!
I do remember trying some of your extensive collection of cosmetics. I did, emm, borrow some! After all, a girl has to look her best when she sings, doesn’t she? I started with that old favorite "D-I-V-O-R-C-E" and I think I got started on a second song, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" Some boy interrupted me, a FedEx driver, asking about a missing truck. Now what would I know about his truck, I was right in front of him, singing all the time. Booze makes me do that.
The SWAT (South West Arizona Transvestites) team never showed up, Mom, and well, I was a really good girl! I did find a really nice pair of black panties, thongs, but I prefer the briefs.
Oh, before I forget, what happened to my pantyhose! Someone took them off me for some use; I think they said to subdue a raving teetotaler. Julia, was that you or that cute muscle guy with you--on you much of the time I saw!
Anyway, I woke up in the morning to a mess. Nice perfume, Heather; Shalimar, Chanel or Charlie? (No, she wasn’t the mess!) So while the rest were out cold or staggering around, I cleaned up as much as I could (Got rid of a dozen or so of those little round thingies). Made a breakfast for them—I guess they didn’t tell you I fed them (And your fish too!) scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage (found a package of links in fridge, I prefer patties!) home fries, English muffins (what else!) and coffee (The piranha got sausage). You do need to shop, girl, your larder is depleted.
Anyway, that is my story. I mean, I’m innocent. All the rest caused trouble—I think you can remove smoke stains, the firefighters said it wasn’t too bad. And those police officers were very, very nice, if you get my drift (wink, wink). Court appearance—I can recommend a good Philadelphia lawyer, although he is expensive as they usually are. And they did, well FedEx did, drop those kidnapping charges for now. Most of the cleaning bills should be in later this month (I managed to get some of the pizza stains out), there’s only a dozen or so. Your new bed should be delivered some time next week; the old one just wore out from all the use (and not from sleeping).
Oh, those nice three-inch turquoise color pumps you’re missing—they really look nice with my new skirt. I know you’ll let me have them; I was a very good girl, Mom!
Epilogue, by Heather:
Well, I guess that's it, Crystal. You will have to determine who is telling the truth (me) and who was lying to save their collective hide (everyone else). Time will tell.
ps. To all of the readers out there: Who do you think was telling the truth and who is a big fat liar? Post it on Crystal's Cyberboard!
The End
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