2021-02-04 - Trailer Trashed

It is a cold, drizzly day in February, with the wetness rapidly solidifying into snowfall and slowly but surely finding purchase on roads and sidewalks. What is left behind is that miserable slush that sometimes freezes into razor-sharp divots. Woe be to anyone who trips and falls!

Anyway it's cold outside, but warm and comfortable in the well-maintained single wide mobile home that Ainslie calls her own. Thing is, life is a bit different now: someone else is living here. It's been a fairly recent change, likely just in the New Year. Since they began dating exclusively in the summer, things just felt right and this trashy duo decided to take the next step. Ainslie, who OWNS her home (but not the land that it sits on) was the logical choice. She asked Ariana to move in with her just after Christmas.

Fast-forward to the present...

Even though it's cold outside, Ainslie is wearing plaid flannel shorts and a tight black camisole that reveals some flat, firm midriff. Her hair is cinched up into a towel wrapped turban-style; she must have showered recently. Jutting out of the corner of her mouth is a joint; she puffs away on it close to a narrow window that has been opened up a smidge, the skunky vapors being sucked out into the cool winter air. It makes her a bit chilly but she's not about to take her ass outdoors to freeze and toke.

As she puffs, she's using a spatula to scrape dried egg from a plate, into a sink with a garberator. Music plays from an oldschool CD player, sounds like fiddle music.

Cold? It's not cold. And just to prove how not cold it is, Ariana is stepping inside after a post-breakfast jog. There was exercise before breakfast too but she is trying to get into a routine and went running anyway.

She slips inside, wet from the run and drizzle, closing the door quickly behind her before Ainslie gets too discomforted. How did it come to this? A year ago she was in the wilds of Russia, and now she was cohabitating with a sexy, and flexible, woman on the other side of the world. Life is strange but it's best to just go with it. "I'm back" she announces in her deadpan way - just in case the gust of cold air didn't announce her presence. Moving up behind Ainslie, she wraps cold arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek - complete with cold nose. "Can I have a hit?" she asks about the joint. "No...I will roll my own." An affectionate spank of Ainslie's firm buttocks as she pulls away to take off her jacket.

"I think it might be a nice day" she muses - it's always difficult to tell if she is joking though Ainslie is catching on by now. She is joking. "We should have picnic down by water." Definitely joking. "Any hot water left in the shower?"

Ariana has carved out a little area to call her own - the part where electrical devices, cameras, EMP/EVP readers, are being taken apart and reassembled. Improved is what she likes to call it. And there is also a bottle of vodka next to the pile. Always a bottle of vodka. All the time. She takes a swig. "Hot water left in the shower?" There seems to be steam rising from her body as the warmth of the mobile home hits.

It's not a huge living space... end-to-end a den, kitchen, single bathroom, handful of closets and one bedroom sandwiched into a modular. Granted.. she may not act it, but Ainslie is exceptional at organization. There's not as much clutter as one would expect! Oh, she's not perfect.. but her skills have seen to it that her belongings and Ariana's have blended together seamlessly. Ariana's section for her equipment has been partitioned off in a corner of the den with the use of one of those folding partition walls... mostly to give her lover privacy when she is working and while Ainslie yells at shitty reality TV shows on Hulu.

Anyway as she scrapes off a dried patch of egg, Ainslie is about to dip the pan into the soapy water when Ariana walks in, bringing the coolness with her. Despite herself --- Ainslie is hardy in the cold -- she shivers. "Christ on a hotplate, brr!" She yelps, turns to look to the Russian with a smirk. "Hey, it's ok.. have a toke." Said as she offers the joint, hops lightly with a 'whoop!' as her arse is tapped. "A picnic? God, no... too damned cold. I've become soft living here... there's better things we could be doin' here." She looks to the pan, drops it into the sink.

"Should be enough hot water for a good shower, but only for one. I didn't linger too long in there, so it's all yers." She leans against the counter, watches the blonde. "How'd the run go? See anything fun?"

Ariana will gladly enjoy a puff on the joint. Maybe two. But then she will offer it back. "Good stuff" she smiles before grinning at what better things they could be doing inside. "Should I shower now or later?" she teases before planting a hard kiss upon her lover's luscious lips. When it breaks...eventually...there is a snort at the towel turban. "Good look." A wink before she sashays off, until to be held up by a question.

"Fun? I didn't see anyone or anything" Ariana laughs. "You are not the only soft one around here. I had to make my own fun. You know that trailer where the fat guy lives." That doesn't really narrow it down, so she tries again. "About ten down. The guy who likes to ogle you from the porch when you go past. I swear I caught him jerking off under a blanket as he watched you. Okay, he has good taste, but it is not something a person should do. Anyway, I superglued his door shut. From the snoring I heard inside, I could have welded it shut and he wouldn't have heard it." A wiggle of her eyebrows. "Does that count as fun?"

Ariana tries one of her seductive looks - they still need work. "You want another shower?"

Receiving the deep kiss tasting of vodka, skunk weed and Ariana, Ainslie sides happily through her nostrils and gives just as good back, easing forth and toward the other woman's body. However this is as far as she will go! Ainslie, where sweat is concerned (and sweat CAN be sexy!), is fastidious. She won't hold Ariana back from grabbing that shower. There's a wink of one thickly-lashed eye and a primping of the turban towel at the compliment. "Thanks, heh... maybe I'll wear it outside eh?" Snort.

Moving reluctantly back to the sinkful of soapy water, the Canadian woman listens to her lover's recounting of her run. However talk of a neighbors, uh, 'antics' earn a boisterous spat of laughter. "FUCK! He's at it again? Jesus mercy he's been a damned tugfest since I moved in here... sure I ain't the only one. I reckon it's on account of me being closer. Sure he knows we're living together now... just think of the material we've given---" BLINK.

Ariana goes on to tell Ainslie the conclusion of the tale. Her laughter heightens into a hysterical staccato of mirth. "WHAT! HAAAH!" Ainslie bawls, wiping her eyes and laughing wildly. "That is amazing... he won't get out for awhile. Teach him a lesson!"

A sigh, she's still chortling... even as she considers Ariana's offer. "I'm tempted... but ya better get in there. The way we get, we'll kill the hot water tank." She hauls back and gives the Russian a swat to her fine arse. "I'll be right out here."

Ariana grins at the spank of her buttock. "I have two buttocks, don't favor one over the other, they'll get envious of each other" she deadpans before heading for the shower. "I won't be long." Though, she will be thinking on the horror of giving that wanker material for his imagination and feeling terribly creeped out by it all. Ariana will double-check all the curtains are closed before bed tonight.

Ariana soon emerges from the rear of the trailer home. No towel turban for here, just wet hair giving her that sexy bedraggled look she is so fond of presenting. Since preening is not her thing. A long sweater and panties are her outfit - not even a bra! Time for a less sweaty kiss to her lover. "You are so sexy" she growls softly, "Even with that on your head." Out in the trailer park there is the faint sound of someone bashing on a glued door.

"Do you know where I left my winter socks?" Ariana asks, rummaging around under couch cushions and checking the floor. "Ah...I remember." The Russian heads to the sock draw and voila, there they are. Of course Ainslie keeps everything perfectly in their place. Ariana no longer has to worry about spending an hour finding clothes. It's quite the revelatory change to her life. Even an improvement.

A swig of vodka as she passes her worktable before flopping down on the couch. "Why don't we make some hot chocolate, Russian style..." This probably includes vodka. "And then snuggle on the couch and watch some movies? I just want to laze around with you today." This seems to be her preference every day but this is what happens when Cupid shoots you with his arrow. Possibly for the first time.

The willowy brunette was ready to haul back and give that ass another slap -- this time on the other cheek -- but the Ariana finally went to the shower. Ainslie snorts laughter to herself and busies herself in the kitchen while her girlfriend showers. Minutes tick by and by the time Ariana trots back into the cramped-but-clean kitchen/den area, the leggy Canadian is propped on the couch beneath and around which the Russian is ferreting. "Ya mean the ones I took to the laundroma--" Blink, wait.. Ariana finds them. Ainslie laughs outright, "Fuck woman, ya should've checked there first. Get used to it if yer living here... everything has a place." She will hammer that into the blonde's stubborn mind if it kills her.

Everyone has quirks though and Ainslie doesn't mind in the least. As Ariana returns to the couch, Ainslie pats the cushion. "Already pickin' up what yer putting down. C'mere then." Said with a grin, she still has the giggles re: the fapper having his doors and windows glued shut. "Sounds good to me, ya got a favorite movie? I can find anything, honestly.." She gestures to a decently-sized television that she has set up, with a laptop connected to the HDMI ports. "How about you make our drinks and I'll get this ready to go, eh?" Looks like Ainslie, Cupid's other victim, is just as mooky and happy to have been struck. Dark eyes follow Ariana wherever she goes.

"I am not used to socks being in a sock drawer" Ariana pouts. "So sue me." She is hopping on one leg, trying to get a sock on, when the invitation to join Ainslie on a cushion is offered. The sock can wait. The blonde rushing to the spot to give the giggling beauty a deep kiss upon the lips. "Put on any movie you like" she shrugs, getting ready to snuggle in...when she's asked to make the drinks.

"Sure" she deadpans, pushing herself back up to sort out, some of, the lubrication for the two ladies. It involves vodka of course, Ariana adding some cranberry flavoring to the bottle. Is she aware she is being watched. Not at all...those hip wiggles and exaggerated bending over are entirely appropriate for her task. Finally, she returns with two very large tankards of sweet vodka. "See anything you like?" she purrs, offering one of the mugs over. "I mean film wise. Did you see anything you liked when looking for a movie." She didn't mean that at all, and Ariana plays innocent terribly.

"Shove over" she smirks, wriggling onto the couch alongside her love. "Damn you have long legs" she notes with a sigh. "I'm not complaining. I like them...and where they end up." Eyebrow wiggle as expected before a few mouthfuls of her drink.

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The brunette watches the art of Ariana donning socks, her expression amused and perhaps a bit lascivious. Socks are abandoned and the Russian is moving over to be in the far more favorable position of cuddling up with Ainslie on the couch. The darker-haired woman tips her chin up to receive that kiss, returning it with just as much gusto as given. "Consider that my please an' thank you. I can only pour beer or make rum and coke.. yer good with the other stuff. I'll organize the sock drawers til' all get out.. yer gonna be the mixer. That's our rental agreement." Now Ariana knows that the latter part of this statement is a joke... Ainslie is NOT charging her rent to stay here. That is payed in-full via companionship and sexual favors!

In all honesty, Ainslie has been loving this arrangement... oh the physicality is a bonus but it's just so nice to have someone here with her. Someone with whom she connects! A fellow trashy, prickly but good-hearted human. She adjusts herself, pivots on her arse so she can watch Ariana get to work. Not one twitch of the hips is missed! In this moment Ainslie really thanks herself for preferring women! Oh, men can be fun... but this...

"Fuck, I see plenty I like. But movies..? Uh.... what ya thinkin'.. documentary? Or comedy?" Another side to Ainslie that Ariana would've discovered: she's a history buff. She loves documentaries! She scrolls to.... suddenly a huge laugh. "OK.. found somethin'.."

She does as bid, the pair of them fitting together like two peas in a pod. "Trailer Park Boys: Countdown to Liquor Day." Ainslie cackles, "This was filmed in my home province. If anything it's gonna be background noise."

"Why do I get the impression that this province of yours is entirely a trailer park? We have cheap housing in Russia, but it is usually concrete blocks with a door cut in them. If you are lucky. We do not think to move our houses around" Ariana muses while snuggling in with Ainslie and a tankard of cranberry vodka...can life get any better? I think not. "Probably because one part of Russia is as bad as the next. Why would you want to move from Dismalov to Dismalburg? Lucky the people are so wonderful." A side eye to Ainslie. "Right? The people are wonderful."

Ariana is happy to put up with Ainslie's history documentaries, she even learns things, since the landlady has put with the Russian's penchant for bad action moves...and the occasional porn. Sometimes it's even a bad porno action movie. "Countdown to Liquor Day? I am not sure, is this a documentary or a comedy? Why would you countdown to Liquor Day? Every day is Liquor Day, dah? Or is this special thing you have where you come from? I think your home is a very interesting place. Cheap housing. Liquor celebrations. It is like a little part of Russia in Canada."

Another mouthful of vodka as she thinks on something. "Do you mean 'liquor' as in drinks, or 'lick her'." A little wiggle of her eyebrows to her girlfriend. "That should be every day too." Before she gets too carried away...again...there is a grandiose wave of her hand at the television. "Show me the Trailer Park Boys."

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"Well, there's parts that are trashy as fuck.." Ainslie muses as the 'soundtrack' of the obnoxious show fill the room. Gruff male voices, heavily accented like her own, cursing and scheming and... yeah. As she snuggles with Ariana and drinks the cocktail, if the blonde looks up and at the brunette's profile, the wistfulness is strong in her features. "But it's a great place, Ari... ya would love it. Someday we'll go, how about that? I'm long overdue.. maybe in the summer..."

Breaking out of her lull, Ainslie fills the room with her bawdy laughter as Bubbles rockets across the screen in a go-kart. "It's a comedy... when this show first came out, it was a mockumentary... ya would've shit at the shoddy cameraship. It was practically filmed with an early 2000s Sony Handycam...." Blink, she snorts. "Sorry, I love these bastards. If it bores ya we can change it though, ok?"

She leans back into the couch, "See that beefcake in the black, with the goatee? That's Julian, the ringleader... and this guy with the sideburns and track pants... that's Ricky..... OH.. HIM... there's Bubbles!" Ainslie gets animated again, practically giggles. "Fuck... sorry... it just reminds me so damn much of home." Said as she tips the mixed drink back, sighs with the pleasure of everything.

"Ya ever keen on visiting Russia again, someday?"

Ariana certainly laughs at the antics on display. Though her laughter is more of a smirk and a shuddering of her chest - which is quite effusive for her. "It is okay. We can watch this. It is very amusing. Very much like Russia." It seems there are trailer park idiots the world over. "He is a beefcake?" That gets Ainslie a curious look before Ariana turns back to the television. "I thought beefcake meant something else. Like, handsome? Sexy?" She purses her lips in a frown. "I do not think I can grow a goatee for you. So, like many leaders, he is idiot, da?"

"I used a Sony Handycam before. It is fine. You may be surprised how bad the camera work is in most of my work. I do not mean it, but it is easier to mount cameras on the body to keep your hands free. And then people run. And turn quickly to try and catch a glimpse of something. If you do not have high definition camera on a Steadicam mount, things always look blurry and badly framed. Though now that has become a joke when people make the fake films about ghosts." It's touch to be a paranormal investigator. But it's not tough drinking and snuggling up to a beautiful woman.

"Nyet. No need to go back to Russial." That is said abruptly and firmly. "We go to Canada in the summer." She raises her drink towards the television. "Go and meet your people."

"Can mean handsome or sexy.. in this case he's built." Ainslie says with a snort, "When I was younger, I wanted to climb that actor like a tree." Admitted without much fanfare; Ainslie enjoys (well, enjoyed at this stage) men too but never committed to them. She studies 'Julian' on the screen for a few seconds, there in his black muscle shirt and perpetual rum and coke in his mitt of a hand. A nostalgic sigh. Then a laugh as she reaches over and gives Ariana's chin a little touch. "NO facial hair.. that ain't right. Don't change a thing about yerself, ok?" She means it.. then another laugh, "HAH... about right. I'd say this guy is smarter than some of the asshats in charge." A gesture to the television, with Julian bellowing at Ricky.

Interested more in learning about Ariana, Ainslie turns a bit into the crook of the couch arm and leans back so she can face the blonde proper. Legs are stretched out, an invitation for Ariana to lay back between them against her body.. a human cushion! Ainslie is liking this cozy thing! "How cool is that... so, ya attach the thing to yer body? Every try a Go Pro?" She suggests, lifting her glass to sip languidly.

Inwardly, Ainslie feels pleased at the thought of Ariana vehemently shutting down the idea of going home. She can't help it, she smiles brightly. "Summer.. yeah, let's go. Don't even have to pack a lot... everyone has somethin' to help make yer stay comfortable. We can just show up with our bags on our backs and we'd be fine. MY people would fuckin' love ya. I swear. I don't think I've even seen a Russian set foot in Inverness..."

"Climb him like a tree?" That has Ariana thinking of all the permutations involved in that statement. "With spikes in your boots? Oh, with one of those straps around him." A wicked grin for her lover. "If you want to do some bondage, you only have to ask. Okay, no beard for me. You know me, Ainslie. Minimum hair except on my head.

An Ainslie cushion? Yes please! The Russian settles between the Canadian's ridiculously long legs. "I design my own cameras. No Go Pro for me. I don't think they make a Go Pro for ghost hunting. And if they ever do. I will sue them. That is what people do in America, da? Sue people. That is how some of them make all their money."

"Russians are everywhere" Ariana grins about the 'virginity' of Inverness. "We are always spying." She's probably teasing. Probably. A quirk of an eyebrow at her lover, doing her best to look Ainslie in the eye though it's very difficult in this position. And since it is a very comfortable position, she's not trying that hard to disrupt it. "Why does this sounds like a 'meet the parents' trip? Are you going to ask to marry me next? I think I am an illegal immigrant. You would not be allowed to." Another sip of her drink between giggles at the antics on the television. "I always travel light. You never know when you have to run." Ariana probably does that a lot. Run from people. Not that she would ever back down from a fight, but when it's a hundred to one, a strategic withdrawal is sometimes necessary.

"If you love home, you should go back there. All those troubles you had...time cures all." And then one of her famous deadpans. "And I can kill anyone who bothers you."

I'm fine, thanks. Take care of yourself. If you can't continue, that's cool too...though I would love it if you could 🙂