Whatever Happened to the Bimbo Note? (Flashback Friday)

 Well, we've recapped guys and girls and even a cat so now we go one step beyond and look up a book. Not just any book, but the Bimbo Note. The original story is here Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

"Everyone's a smartass...right, Azalea?"

"Arggghh!!" Azalea shrieked and spun around to face what she thought was her empty apartment. Her back had only been turned for a few seconds while she set up her camera tripod to film her latest video for her OnlyFemmes profile. No way had anyone got in. And yet, gazing at her calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world, was a delicate raven-haired girl in a corset and long socks sitting right in the middle of the sofa. A large book rested in her hands. Unimpressed, Azalea placed her hands on her hips, showing no shame for the black latex catsuit she had donned for her planned fetish video. "What in the flying fuck are you doing in my flat?!"

"Why, to give you this of course," the girl held out the hardback, "I'm Rook by the way." She smiled sweetly but Azalea just stood there frowning and creaking in the vinyl outfit. "I assure you it is completely safe – to you anyway. After the last owner's...hmmm...misfortune I have chosen a successor very carefully. I have chosen you Azalea."

"Let me see that," Azalea strode over expertly on the towering stripper heels and plucked the book from Rook's delicate fingers. Brushing her long white-blonde hair from her heavily madeup face, she opened to the first page with her gloved hands. A list of names was scrawled down the ghostly white paper beginning with Colin Pertwich at the top followed by countless more she didn't recognise. She turned the page and paused. The name of the former President of the United States was printed at the top of the second sheet of paper. Azalea's eyes widened in surprise and she looked up at her visitor. "Is this what I think it is?"

"The one and only," Rook grinned. "I had to rescue that from a locked room in Area 51, you know? Such a waste. The Bimbo Note has far too much mischievous potential to be left to gather dust. And so now it's yours – to wreck havoc wherever you see fit – to redefine the world around you – to consign all whom you see fit to a life of bimbodom. Bouncing tits, pouting lips, throbbing clits...the world is your oyster...neh! The world is your personal Barbie doll factory. Everyone is a smartass...until their name ends up in that book!" She watched a smile spread across Azalea's lips as she realised the power of the object she now possessed.

"Thank you," Azalea was almost cackling – a fiery energy burning in her eyes. "Thank you for giving me this. Thank you for trusting me."

"Bitch please," Rook snorted. "Trust you? The only thing I trust you to do is to fill that thing with names. I'm giving it to because if your name somehow ends up in there – and the last three owners' have – I don't see how you can become any more of a bimbo than you already are. Trust you indeed..."