Foxy Fry

Character Drawing by "GEORGIEandJAMES"

FOXYFRY wears bodysuit by Louise Goldin, bolero jacket by SteveJ & YoniP,

nude belt and heels by Vivienne Westwood, scarf by Alexander McQueen,

Frisbee hat villains own

Once upon a time there was a young girl

who was rather good at HulaHoop.

She loved Hula so much she practiced every day without fail.

She got so good kids from all over the neighbourhood

would ask her for lessons,

to which she would always decline,

as she wanted to be the best in the country, no, the world!

Time passed, and as normal girls would have grown out of their childhood obsession,

this little girl did not.

By the time she was in her early twenties she was a pro.

She could hula on every inch of her body and held the world record.

She was a proud young woman who had achieved her dreams,

and so she put her hoops aside, confident that she was indeed, unbeatable.

One day a telegram arrived... she had been beaten.

Now in her late twenties,

she no longer had the athletic wiggle required,

but her confidence made her determined

to beat the girl from Brazil, who had bested her.

The day of the challenge approached and she was nervous,

but the nervousness soon gave way to arrogance and she failed to practice,

thinking her engrained skills with the hoops would allow her to win.

Her confidence was short sighted, as she was severely beaten in the challenge.....

Depressed upon her return,

she found she was unable to get any other job

as she had spent all her time developing hula hoop skills,

rather than qualifications.

Within a couple of years she had sadly become a 'table dancer'

at a private "Gentlemen's Club"

earning a pittance but being able to wow the men with her hula / gyrating skills,

which gave her temporary gratification.

One day,

A table of large tycoons with even larger cigars

requested her presence at their plush table...

One of the tycoons, whom she understood as the host of the men

(or at least the most powerful)

was particularly misogynistic towards the other girls, slapping their asses

and throwing money at them, rather than sticking it in their thongs,

shouting "i'll give you money, man"

With some degree of nervousness, she stepped up to the game,

and began her hula routine.

The men cheered and whooped,

as she tottered around the tabletop in precariously high heels,

the multi-coloured hoops whizzing around her in a blaze of colour.

One of the men, (which one she wasn't sure due to the dizziness)

threw his drink at the table in his excitement,

causing the surface to become sticky and slippy.

The next thing she knew was waking up backstage in her manager's office.

With the muffled screams of a red faced man pounding in her head

as one of the other girls was mopping the cut on her head,

she learned that not only had the "big" clients left in disgust

and taken their money with them, but she was also facing the sack.

Another loss in her life sent her over the edge.

Whilst in a taxi home on the way back to her flat,

she pondered why fate was punishing her so much.

The female taxi driver asked her what was wrong

as the tears rolled down her face,

and all over the coloured plastic of her hula hoops.

After she had explained the story, the taxi driver stopped the cab

and said she would like to see this sad girl do her dance one last time,

and that if she did, she wouldn't have to pay the fare.

Realising that in her concussion she had been robbed

by one of the other girls in the club, she had no option,

although she thought perhaps this strange cab driver

was being a 'little bit lesbian' in her request.

The cab stopped on a deserted street

and she began the routine as the driver watched,

clapping and applauding louder and louder

as the hulas whirled around her.

Faster and faster she spun,

the colours becoming all but a blur....

In the motion induced dizziness

she thought she saw jolts of electricity crackling

from a strange black hat the cab driver was now wearing,

which she was sure she didn't have on before.

Then everything went dark...

....and all she could see in the dark was a pink circular object.