(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 28: Streetwalking, baby

"So, what do we do now?" Michaela asked.

"You tell me," I huffed, feeling awfully lost in the crowd of strange talking people.

"What kind of language are they speaking here anyway?"

"French," Michaela stated, as the matter of factly, and I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"How do you know?"

"Because it's obvious, duh! Just listen to them talk."

"I do, and it all sounds greek. And I don't speak greek."

"Are we in Greece? Because this isn't more greek than I am Peter Pan."

"We're in Morocco, and I have no idea what they speak here."

"It's French, I told you! And something else. But mostly French from what I hear."

"And I suppose you speak that fluently, then?" I said ironically.

"Yapsy dapsy."

"Yaps... What?!" I laughed.
"Is that French?"

"Nix. It's Divinity in Motion deLuxe."

"Great mother of God..."

But then she did something totally unexpected. She started singing. And her voice was breathtaking! High-pitched tones from a wordless melody erupted from within her, and she started moving around a bit. At first it was only a few dancing steps. But as the little melody turned into a full blown catchy song, complete with lyrics and all, she disappeared in her own little world of a dance I'd never seen before. I was stunned. And I was absolutely positive that I got a scrape on my chin as my jaw hit the ground, and I wasn't the only one. It didn't take long before people formed a ring around her, and applauded in the rhythm of the song. And everybody cheered and wolf whistled, when Michaela took a bow when the song was finished.

Then, when people were shouting for more, she started on another one. Her voice was great, and very different from any other voices I'd heard. And she even added small vocal hiccups, and hee-hee's, that seasoned it all so perfectly. And the way she moved... Oh! My! God! She thrusted her hips like she'd done nothing else, in her whole life. And she moved sideways and backwards in ways I couldn't even describe. I was mindblown.

She's a genius, Gail! Look. People are throwing money in front of her. She's fixing you breakfast!

"Woah! That was fun!" Michaela breathed with a huge grin, when she was done. She had collected a nice amount of money, that she now struggled to fit in the pocket of her jeans.

"I am sooo gonna get a new outfit today!"
She waved her hands out in the open, making it more than obvious what she meant about her clothes.

"Who wears black slacks and red shirts anyway?"

"What are you talking about? It looks great on you!" I argued, but with a smile on my face, shaking my head slightly. I basted the baby carriage through the ocean of people, as we tried to find a café or a small restaurant to buy something to eat.

"Besides, we need to go grocery shopping. Forget about any clothes today. You've got a full suitcase back at the motel."

"Oh yeah? Nice! What's in it? Anything sparkly? Like sequins? Silver? Gold? I would look amazing in a pair of goldpants, don't you think? Oh! And a sparkling jacket! Everybody should have at least one sparkling jacket."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Sorry to disappoint you. You've got regular pants and shirts, mostly. And t-shirts and a couple of shorts."