Pink Parts

I  had the pinkest pink dream that ever pinked. 

My name was Pam, and I was a middle-aged man in his forties living in a pink world, and I was the proud boss of "Pam's Pink Parts Emporium". I was pretty good at minding my own pink business, making a pretty pink penny. 

The store was divided into a diversity of departments, each of which sold parts, accessories, or offered repair services of some kind. I had several employees that each ran each of the departments. As for myself, I greeted customers at the front entrance as they came in, and directed them to the appropriate department, depending on what they were looking for. 

Today was Parade of Petals Day, so the street was lined with onlookers, all dressed in pink outfits. Across the street was "Rebekah's Rose Repository," which was a peculiar flower shop and nursery that sold roses, carnations, and other types of flowers, all of which were pink. As the parade passed by, Rebekah and her twin sister were tossing flowers into the crowd, creating a shower of pink flower petals to fall on the parade. 

As the parade ended, the crowds dispersed, bringing in a steady stream of customers. Three blonde women came in, each carrying broken purses. One of the women was Reese Witherspoon, but she introduced herself as Elle. In one arm, Elle was carrying a pink Chihuahua. Apparently, Reese was playing the pink part, it seemed.

"Can you look at our pink purses? They're broken and we need new pink parts for our pink purses," said Elle. 

"Let's take a look at those pink purse parts. Right this way," I said as I guided the women to the women's accessory department. 

It seemed my employee was out to lunch, so I assisted the women with thier pink part needs. I stared at their  pink purses, assessing what parts needed repairing. All three purses simply needed new straps, so I said that my employee could replace them when they got back. The two women that came in with Elle left, leaving Elle alone, and she looked lost.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked. 

"What other pink parts do you have? I feel like I might need something else."

"Let me show you all my pink parts," I said trying to keep a straight face. 

I guided Elle around the store, showing her my abundance of pink parts. 

"This is the Photography Department, where we offer a variety of replacement camera parts. We also refurbish broken cameras, and we even take pictures of pink parts in our studio," I said pointing toward the back of the store.

I showed Elle several other of my pink parts departments, which included an electronics and computer parts department, a tools and equipment parts area, an all wooden parts department, and finally an auto parts department. The pink auto parts department was at the back of the store, which was where the backrooms were, such as the restrooms and break room. 

Suddenly, a pink cat appeared from around a corner that led into the back breakroom. "HISS!" it said, glaring at the pink Chihuahua in Elle's arms. 

"WOOF!" responded the pink Chihuahua, sounding more like a full-grown Saint Bernard. 

"Bruiser!" gasped Elle. "Watch your mouth!" 

"This is Bradley," I said as I restrained the cat from murdering Bruiser. "She's my pink pussy, and it's time to feed her." 

I asked Elle to wait a moment while I dashed into the break room. Inside were two of my employees, finishing up their lunches, one of which was my women's accessory department employee. I went back into the back hallway and asked Elle if she wanted to wait for her purse to be repaired, as it wouldn't take long. Elle agreed, and I invited her to sit with me in the back breakroom. 

"Time to feed Bradley some tacos," I said. "Does Bruiser want tacos? Do you want pink lemonade?"

"Probably not, since he just ate," replied Elle. "But I'll take some lemonade, thank you!"

I opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of pink lemonade and poured a couple glasses for Elle and myself. I also got a taco out of the fridge, which had pink raspberry salsa drizzled on it. 

Bradley and Bruiser each hopped up onto empty chairs at the table, and Bradley munched away at the taco, while Bruiser just stared at the pink pussy consuming a pink taco. 

After Bradley finished feasting on that deliciously juicy taco, it was time to show some love. 

"It's okay, you can pet my pink pussy," I said as I side-eyed Elle while petting Bradley. "Feel free to stroke her. Go ahead. You know you want to." 

Elle and I pet Bradley until she purred. "Her fur is getting a little long. Time to give my pink pussy a trim," I said as I tried to keep a straight face. 

"Bruiser could do with a trim as well," said Elle as she picked him up.

"Your pink purse should be about ready by now," I said, leading Elle back through the store. 

When we got to the women's accessory department, the two women that had come in with Elle earlier were there waiting. My employee was just finishing up the repairs, and now the three women had their pink purses back, good as new. 

"Come back if you need more pink parts!" I said as the three women were leaving. It sounded cringe, but it was my standard thank-you to all customers. 

About a moment after Elle and her friends left, in walked Rebekah and her twin sister from across the street. As they entered my emporium, Bradley sat down beside me, and I smiled at the sisters.