Mimi Gets Drawn Out

October 16, 1995

Note to keep the legal twits at bay: This is a parody as protected under US Law. I did not create these characters, nor am I being compensated for this story in any way. This story is entirely born of my own twisted imagination, and I doubt you'll see it on TV anytime soon...don't you wish!

Drew was still torn up by the loss of his girlfriend, the pain of her parting words still wounding him to his core. He did the usual admirable job of putting up a cheerful front for his friends, but they detected the undercurrent of sadness bordering on dispair. They tried to get him out of his funk by dragging him out for a night on the town, but Drew resisted. Part of him wanted to wallow in it for awhile. "Yeah that's right...instead of a self help book I should right one for self pity, twelve steps to true misery", he thought to himself sardonically.

After a week or so of this he began to get annoyed even with himself, and decided to really throw himself into his work. He thought that by filling his time with something as mindless as his job might push him past his heartbreak, or at least mask it sufficiently that he wouldn't recognize it -- the emotional equivalent of wearing a fake nose and glasses.

One night, he was muttering under his breath while laboring over some figures in the quarterly budget that he already knew were fine (this was the seventh time he had checked them) when a sudden snort just behind him made him wince.

"Well, if it isn't the model of brown nosing boot licking syncophants, working late again. You keep this up and you'll be dead of a heart attack within six months...if I'm lucky".

Drew didn't even turn around...he knew Mimi's screech all too well. It seemed almost constant over the last weeks, a drone likened to a babies tormented shriek repeated endlessly on a tape loop. "Mimi, I didn't expect to see you here...doesn't the Zoo have a curfew?"

The rejoinder wasn't that good, and he knew it. He just didn't feel much of anything, and even Mimi, the target rich environment laden with so much makeup that even Tammy Faye would have cried "uncle!" before getting to that point, couldn't bring himself to exert more effort.

Mimi's response didn't suffer from the same sense of restraint. "They do...that's why they sent me to see where you had gotten to. By the way, call the gorilla cage...your mother is worried." She walked over to her desk, opened a drawer, and removed a small package she slipped into her purse. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date who's picking me up in a few minutes".

The opening was perfect, and the responses floated in Drew's mind like bubbles in pop -- "With what, a forklift?", "How much did he cost?", and "There's no excuse for you" went unused and unmourned. Instead he sighed, "Fine, just go.".

Drew still hadn't looked up. If he had, he would have seen a momentary pause as Mimi began to walk away, a strange look flashing through her eyes, before she simply went "hmph!" and stormed for the elevator, umbrella under one arm, purse in the other, her rain coat fluttering as she walked.

Drew listened to her heavy footsteps until they disappeared. Suddenly, he tossed down the pages in disgust. "This is ridiculous. Even insulting Mimi isn't fun anymore. I have to snap out of this, or I'll avoid a heart attack by killing myself."

He decided to just go home, get a good nights sleep, and try to get his life back on track in the morning. Maybe the guys would still be willing to take him out and get him seriously drunk. No, he would much rather get silly drunk instead.

The resolution only made him feel partly better, but at least it was a start. He got up, locked up the desk, turned out the light, and left the store.

He got to his car only getting slightly soaked...the downpour threatened to drown the unwary with it ferocity. He climbed into his car and was starting it when he spotted a lone figure standing by the front entrance.

Worried that someone from the staff, also working late, might be stranded, he drove toward them. When he was within fifty or so feet, he saw that it was Mimi, umbrella hanging unused at her side.

Instead of his usual repulsion at the sight of her, he was struck by the utter dejection in her manner. It was almost as if she had deflated, in spirit rather than body, and that there was nothing left to hold her arms up to ward off the driving rain. The thick make-up on her face was washing away, giving her already down-cast features an additional sense of the pathetic, like one of those atrocious sad clown paintings that hung in trailer parks across America.

Drew felt the battle in his conscience as he drove near. She was staring off toward the street, and barely seemed to notice him as he drew up. I could roll down my window and bait her, he thought. A last zinger as I leave her standing in the rain.

No, I don't think so...not this time. Even Mimi deserves better than this. Sighing, and looking around to make sure no one saw this break in character, he rolled down the window and called out to her.

At first she didn't seem to hear him. "Mimi! Are you okay?" Drew put a little more force behind it, hoping it would cut through the noise of the storm. He wasn't sure if his sudden softening toward her predicament would induce him to leave the car and shake her. Though slapping her out of it might be kind of fun.

She looked up at him, recognition bringing a strange look into her eyes. It wasn't derision or the sardonic gleam that she attained upon zinging him particularly well. It was anger.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" She snarled. Drew started -- Mimi almost never swore, and this wasn't a offensive rejoinder, it was a desperate defense. "Mimi, do you need a lift?"

"And if I say yes, you'll just make more hypocritical comments about forklifts or something." Drew winced, remembering how he had almost used just that line almost two hours earlier. Which made him realize...she had been waiting two hours. In the rain.

"Mimi, I know this sounds crazy, but I don't want you getting yourself sick." Seeing no way around it, he got out of the car, trying vainly to pull his coat up over his head, ran around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Mimi looked on, still trying to decide what the gag was.

They stood and stared at one another for what seemed like forever in overzealous Chinese water torture. Drew was slightly ticked. Did she think that this was easy, making this gesture? Mentally, he considered the damage his leather shoes were sustaining because of their immersion in the rapidly rising gutter water.

Mimi went for it, stiffly walking up and sitting down in the passenger seat, arms at her side and staring straight ahead. Shaking his head, Drew closed the door and rushed back to the drivers side, relieved to find the door still unlocked.

As he climbed in he reached in the back and found a beach towel, no doubt there for months but reasonably clean and definitely dry. He offered it to Mimi. "Here, try and dry yourself off a little. I'll turn the heat up."

She looked at the proffered towel, then at Drew. She started say something, stopped, and took it. She did sniff at it tentatively. Drew couldn't blame her. This was incredibly out of character, something he wasn't sure of himself.

As he belted in and threw the car into gear, he glance over again and got a shock.

She had briskly wiped her face and hair with the towel, wiping the last of the makeup off. He saw Mimi, for the first time minus the big hair and the thick paste she perpetually applied to her skin.

She actually wasn't bad looking at all. In fact her eyes, which often reminded him of a demonesses in the office, were soft and sweet. Her over blushed cheeks were soft and full. Drew blinked, and looked back toward the road before she could notice his stare.

"So, uh, what happened? Car break down?" Silence. "Mimi, is everything okay?" More silence. "Oh-kay, then, where would you like me to take you? Home?"

At first he thought she was sniffling from the rain and the cold, but then there came an unmistakable sob. Before he could decide if she was crying or not, Mimi burst into tears.

Drew's felt his heart melt. Mimi was really broken up about this, whatever it was.

"Mimi, look, I know you and I don't get along, but...well... if someone stood you up, I know what it's like..."

"I'll bet you do", she interrupted. "I'll bet you do. If the asshole just stood me up, it wouldn't have been so bad."

Drew was confused. "What were you doing standing in the rain if he hadn't stood you up?"

This resulted in another outburst of crying so intense, Drew pulled over and threw the car into park. He turned to her. "Mimi, what happened?"

He hazarded a hand on her shoulder. He hoped it would pull her out a bit, even if it was just to slap it away. As he touched her, she looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly she was in his arms, crying even harder.

Drew felt awkward, to say the least. He didn't know what to do with his hands, what to say, what to do. Mere hours ago they were mortal adversaries. Now he was comforting her in his car. Nervously patting her back he tried not to think about how she felt, her face buried into his chest.

He noticed that she was very chilled. Since she hadn't told him where she lived, he made an executive decision to bring her back to his place. He would get her warmed up, she could dry off in his bathroom, and maybe he could run her clothes through a drier or something. Or, he realized with bemusement, she could wear some of his clothes, the sweats at least. He grimaced at the fat jokes he made at her expense in the office as he acknowledged that, aside from different body shapes, they were pretty much the same size as one another.

He disengaged from her (which, oddly enough, made her cry even harder into the almost dripping beach towel in her clenched hands) and drove toward his house.

It seemed to take forever until his headlights played across the familiar garage door. As it opened, she seemed to clue in that they had arrived somewhere. The combination of cold and emotional stress had made Mimi unusually compliant.

"Wh...where are we?" She stammered.

Drew tried his best to sound non-chalant. "We're at my place. I'm going to get you some dried clothes, give you a chance to warm up. You can call a cab if you like."

She didn't reply. At least she wasn't crying anymore.

Once inside he sat her down in the kitchen and grabbed some more towels from a hall closet. She had peeled of her coat. Drew noticed that her wet clothes left little to the imagination, clinging to her skin and undergarments like plastic wrap and almost as translucent.

Trying to look away and refusing to wonder at that odd twinge he felt, he handed her a towel. She took it, but didn't make use of it.

Drew started to boil some water for some tea. He wasn't normally a tea drinker, but there was something about this kind of situation that demanded tea. He stood there by the stove until the water began to boil.

She had been so quiet for so long that Drew almost dropped the pot when she began to speak.

"He didn't stand me up. He arrived, a few minutes early actually."

Drew held his tongue and let her talk it out.

"We had met on-line. I know, you probably think I told him I was some sort of bimbette, all slinky and underfed." Drew had. "I didn't. I told him I was a big girl. He seemed to be okay."

Drew poured the water over a teabag in a coffee mug and handed it to her. She took it in both hands, warming them while it steeped. Drew felt gratified that her color was starting to look better.

"We finally, after weeks of flirting on-line, made a date to meet. It seemed so right. I thought that maybe, this time, it would be someone who could appreciate me."

Another long pause. When he couldn't stand it anymore, Drew asked "What happened after he showed up."

Mimi snorted. "Nothing. He took one look and drove off."

"He...he didn't say anything to you?"

"Not a word. He acted like he was looking at someone else, and drove off. Yes, I know it was him... he made the mistake of telling me about that passenger side door being green instead of blue because the car had been hit a few weeks back, and he was fixing it himself." She snorted again. "I thought that was so handy of him, so sexy...a man who could do his own car work." She too a sip of her tea. "Shithead."

Drew found himself pondering Mimi in a different light. Mimi finding someone sexy... it made him feel uncomfortable. "Ah...Mimi, I know apologizing for all men for what this creep did to you won't help..."

"It doesn't matter... it'll happen again." Oh great, thought Drew, she's going to cry again. I should just keep my big fat mouth shut.

"Look, you'll feel better once you get out of those wet clothes and warmed up. If you'd like to take a shower I can dig up something you could where until your clothes are dry."

Mimi followed him to the bathroom. He grabbed some more towels on the way and left them with her. He went back to his bedroom, dug up a terry cloth robe and some sweats he hoped would fit, and walked back to the bathroom.

The door was still partly open, and the light was on. He stopped dead in the hallway, unable to look away from the sight.

Mimi had already wriggled free of the damp dress, and was beginning to unclasp her bra. Drew knew it wasn't right to keep looking, he should clear his throat or something. She would jump, swear or make a nasty remark, and close the door. Which is what he wanted, wasn't it? Why would he want to look at that hippo naked?

Drew tried other insults: Elephant. Blob. Rhino. Blimp. It wasn't working... he wanted to see her take that bra off, and he was terrified of that fact. Was he that hard up from the breakup?

It was wrong... she was vulnerable, so was he, and besides she turned away from him as she started to un-hook her self. Refusing to let himself look at her ass, barely concealed in cotton panties, he looked to one side and cleared his throat.

He expected the hallway to go suddenly dark as she slammed the bathroom door. It didn't. "Drew?"

He looked up, expecting her to be wrapped in a towel. She was facing him, her hands holding on her undone bra, the cups held on by the damp. "Drew, tell me the truth. Is there anything wrong with these?"

She slowly pulled the cups away from her breasts, one at a time. As they came free they bobbed slightly, round globes surprisingly firm. Drew noticed her nipples, large and dark, were fully erect, the aerolas crinkled and tight...from the cold no doubt.

Drew stammered. "Uh, well, they look fine, Mimi. Why do you ask?" Keep calm, that's the trick. Try and make everything seem normal, and she'll close the door.

Mimi smiled slightly. It wasn't the mean smile he saw so often, it was genuine. It amazed him how it changed her face even more than the removal of the excessive makeup had, softening it further.

She slowly moved behind the door and closed it enough to cover her body as she looked around it. Relieved, Drew walked up to hand her the robe and clothes.

"What about you?" She asked. "You're almost as wet as I am, and there's only one shower".

Drew found himself wondering just how wet she was, triggering a whole slew of red-alerts.

Before he could decline what was beginning to sound like an invitation, she moved quickly. Later Drew would consider how remarkably fast she was as she flung the door open, taking his head in her hands and kissing him.

Not given time to think he responded. He was only peripherally aware of his hands touching her bare back, feeling her substantial form in his arms again. She was undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and running her hands up the inside of his undershirt before it occurred to him that this wasn't what he had intended to do.

Breaking the kiss and grabbing her hands, he tried to catch his breath. "Mimi, this isn't right. I've gotten into enough trouble at work about dating fellow employees as it is. And besides, you're upset about this date thing, it's just not...right". He trailed off, looking into her eyes... he had never noticed their color before, how big they were. It was that damn eye shadow, the bright colors and extreme shading that masked and distracted from her eyes.

He felt like he was falling as his hands slipped down her upraised arms where he had held them, her face filling his vision as he leaned closer. He brushed his fingers against her hard nipples just as he began to kiss her again, noting that they weren't hard because of the chill after all.

This time she broke contact, though she didn't remove his hands from her breasts. "One, I'm a big girl...as you so often pointed out to me. Two" She cut off his protest, "This is between you and me. As far as the office is concerned, nothing's changed. Neither of us can afford to lose our jobs. But I want this, and judging from that..." she glanced down at his crotch, "you want it too.".

Drew felt that panic again...when had THAT happened? He was incredibly aroused. And if he was completely honest, he was aroused by Mimi. Stuff like that didn't just happen unless...

Oh no. Months of mutual abuse, neither one of them taking any number of steps to stop it. He could have had her fired ages ago for any number of legitimate reasons: She was insubordinate, made stupid job errors, didn't produce certain deliverables on time. And she could have made any number of complaints about his treatment of her, some of which bordered on harassment, pure in simple.

Could they... could he... oy, it was like a replay of every 12 year old boy/girl experience ever, only they were adults. At least they weren't punching each other's arms.

She punched his arm. "Hey, wake up!". Drew looked at her. "Okay, excuse me for being dense, but I need to understand this. Are you sexually attracted to me, or is this another elaborate ploy to make me feel stupid?"

Mimi frowned. "Oh yeah, right...I get myself dumped, come home with you and throw myself half naked into your arms because it's a good joke. Yeah." She pushed him away. "Damn it, don't be so fucking full of yourself. Yes, I find you attractive, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity. I have to admit the expression on your face is priceless..." She turned toward him again, this time with a gleam in her eyes that sent a tingle down Drew's spine, "...but not as good as some expressions I want to see on that face...minus these stupid glasses." She reached out and took Drew's glasses off, putting them on the counter. "Now, will you get those clothes off, or will I have to TEAR them off?"

Drew began to peal off his shirts. He had kicked off the ruined shoes upon entering the house, so he pealed off the socks next. Throwing them against the wall, he noted that they stuck where struck. "Hey, look, I guess that means their ready to eat." he joked.

Mimi chuckled. Drew felt oddly good at that...he couldn't remember Mimi ever being amused at his jokes before.

Mimi stopped him as he reached to undo his belt. "No, let me." She undid the buckle, parting the belt like she was un-doing a ribbon. She undid the first button, then slowly drew down the zipper. As she did, she got onto her knees in front of him.

Reaching to either side, she drew down his underpants and slacks in a single motion over his hips, moving her hands behind him to pull them over his ass. She then reached up front and pulled them slowly over his crotch, until his erection popped free.

With a sudden bob of her head, she took him into her mouth and held him between her teeth. Drew felt a bit of fear course through his body as she held him there, unmoving as he throbbed against her tongue. Fear, but also a strong sense of arousal.

She released his cock from her teeth, closing her lips around it and rubbing her tongue along the underside of the head as she pulled away from his crotch. Drew felt like he was being drawn out slowly, the tingle in his spine growing into a full scale electrical shock.

She was very, very good at this.

She slowly kissed her way up over his round, full stomach, her body pressing into him and his erection as she rose. She was amazingly firm, her muscles padded enough to disguise her strength. Drew began to wonder if he really had a choice at this point, if she would even let him stop what was happening. Fortunately, he wasn't going to try.

When she reached his nipples and began to suckle them, one by one, he felt his legs get wobbly. Holding her tight, he managed to gasp out the suggestion that perhaps a bed would be in order.

It was only 20 feet to the bedroom, but it took them almost 10 minutes to get there. Drew ran his hands down her back at one point, feeling her full cheek in his hand as he pulled her panties down. As he kneeled to pull them over her knees and feet, he noticed that returning the oral favor was not as simple as he thought. Her belly overhung her mound quite a bit, and he had to work to hold it up as he probed her crotch with his tongue. He came no where near striking home, but Mimi gasped her approval none-the-less.

Both completely naked they got to the bedroom. Drew was enormously grateful that the bed was only unmade and not covered in the usual debris that only a bachelor in the throes of recent heartbreak could create.

Mimi slipped onto the bed, lay back, and slowly bent her knees as her thighs spread to completely expose her pussy, glistening in the dim light of the hallway. Drew again pushed her belly up, and began kissing and licking her inner thighs. They were amazingly textured and felt wonderful. He especially intrigued by how intensely like a women she smelled between her legs, the pheromone like quality of the scent driving him to take her good sized clitoris between his lips.

Mimi gasped and pushed herself into his mouth, arching her back easily for someone so big. Drew suddenly realized that she was probably in better all around physical shape than he was. He didn't have time to ponder this too much, as Mimi began pumping herself rhythmically into his mouth.

Remembering how sensitive her nipples were from that initial touch in the bathroom, he reached up with one hand to brush them lightly. Encouraged by a gasp "Yes!", he continued. Since her belly now rested comfortably on his head as he ate her, he removed his other hand and reached down between her legs.

She gasped and pumped towards the hand as he brushed against her asshole. Making a note of that for later, he moved up and inserted one finger into her vagina as far as it would go. This was simplified by the fact she was now very lubricated.

Applying pressure with first the one, than a second finger, towards the front of her body on what he was pretty sure was her g-spot, she began to moan and clutch at the bed, occasionally rubbing his head with her hands. He could feel her pussy muscles twitching around his fingers, sometimes grabbing them so tightly he could barely move them.

Suddenly she gasped loudly and grabbed his head with head with both hands. With a large intake of breath she began thrusting her body into his mouth with a force that startled him. After about a dozen or so thrusts she began to cry out, and Drew felt liquid splash his face and mouth in strong spurts. She's ejaculating! He thought, excited. He had heard of this before then, but had never seen, much less tasted, a women as she did it.

She came for several minutes, occasionally spurting more of the musky fluid into his mouth (though not as strongly as that first time) before finally begging him to stop. "Damn, that was good." Drew looked up just as she reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders. With a single movement she easily flung him onto his back and straddled his waist, pushing back his stomach with her great thighs.

She rested her own belly onto his and sat on his dick, slowly settling onto him. He was surprised at how well they fit, the fat seeming to enhance rather than hinder the contact. He felt completely enveloped by her, firmly planted and stroked by her rippling muscles. She proceeded to ride him, using her weight to drive his full length into her body. He began to rise up to meet her descent, the sound of their bodies meeting producing the occasional slapping noise. The noise seemed to turn her on even more, and she came quickly, ejaculating again.

Drew like the way the hot fluid felt as it ran over his cock, balls, and thighs. In fact it pushed him over the edge. "Oh my, I think I'm going to..."

"That's it, come in my pussy Drew. I want to feel that big dick of yours explode. Come on...NOW". She did something that felt as though she had grabbed his dick, and he realized she was clenching him with her pussy as if it were a fist. Remembering how tight it had felt with just two fingers, he pondered the possibility of it being torn from his body.

It not only remained where it was, the sudden clenching produced the friction needed to produce his first orgasm of the evening. He felt a lot more than his jism leave his body: All the stress, the pain, and the anger at his breakup seem to go with it, making him drive into her even harder, tightened pussy or no. And he realized she was doing the same thing, releasing all of her anger, and ramming back into him even harder.

Their voices rose together, defiant shouts of mutual pleasure as she came once again, simultaneously meeting his spurts of come with her own.

They hung there for a moment, eyes meeting, time stopped. Then they lay side by side, crying in each others arms. They lay and talked for hours, naked bodies pressed together, until they finally fell asleep, exhausted.

Monday morning Drew walked into work, whistling for the first time in ages. The storm had passed the day before leaving the sky clear and the sun as bright as his mood.

Unfortunately a cloud might as well passed in front of the sun as he saw who was waiting by his desk. It was her.

Drew girded himself and tried to be polite. "Hello, how are you?"

She looked up. "Drew! I wanted to talk."

"Yeah, well, here I am. Talk."

"Well, I've been thinking about what I said to you, and how things were...I...well, I want to apologize."

Drew restrained his smile...this had been one of the more self indulgent fantasies he had while he was mooning over this woman, and now that it was happening he just wanted to laugh. He was pretty sure that it would be taken the wrong way. "Okay, apology accepted. Now, if you'll..."

"Wait...wait...I... look, Drew, I think maybe I was a bit too hasty about, uh, me and you..."

Drew saw that Mimi was arriving at her desk and doing an admirable job of not looking like she was listening or that she even cared, even though she was and (he knew now) did. She already looked resigned to Drew re-uniting with his ex.

Drew looked back at his ex. "So, now I'm *not* some fat slob who you're embarrassed to be seen with?"

"Drew, I said some things in anger...I admit that I was wrong..."

Drew sighed...it figures. It was perfect. Too perfect. He looked back to Mimi, who was making a big show of filing her nails. The mask was back on, the eye shadow and mascara, the big hair and the garish jewelry. Here was his ex, begging to take her back, a fine looking girl...

Except he kept thinking about Friday night. And Saturday. And Saturday night. And Sunday...it was late afternoon before Mimi finally had to return to her apartment. Had she really decided to pretend that the entire weekend never happened?

He sighed again. "Look, can I think about this a bit? I have to say I'm still a bit angry about what happened."

He could tell by her startled look that she was expecting him to fold without a fight. A few days ago she would've been right. "Uh...well, I guess..." She got up. "Uh, call me, okay?"

"Sure." He watched as she walked off, emotions very mixed. Pureed, to be honest.

He was startled by a sudden screech behind him "Hey, Romeo! You want your phone messages, or do need to go take a cold shower first?"

Drew turned around...it was uncanny haw she could take on that role so easily, so completely. Wait a second...it was Monday morning, she came in after he did, and the phone hadn't rung. Phone messages?

Walking to her desk he took the message and read it:

"My place, my toys. 8 PM. Tonight. --M"

Looking up he saw a sudden flash in her eyes, and felt himself flush from head to toe.

Toys?