“It’s the most famous paranormal free spirit we’ve got in stock.” Winston explained as if I already knew.
I raised an eyebrow and looked into the oblong container sitting on a cart to my right. “What the?” Inside the containment field appeared to be from their shape a pair of women’s blue jeans with a yellow strip down the side. Three different sized yellow flowers decorated their left thigh and the right knee had a small red patch stitched in. “It’s a pair of pants?” I said somewhat confused.
“Bell-bottoms to be precise.” Egon explained, “Circa 1970, we were lucky enough to come by them while searching the Sedgewick Hotel a day ago.”
“So… it’s a ghost?”
“Well the pants themselves aren’t of a metaphysical nature, but they are inhabited by a spectral force, not necessarily dangerous, but elusive, and deviant.”
“Oh, fair enough.” I said slightly surprised before looking to them again. “What do they do?”
“They get down when they’re not in restraints kid, quite a sight actually. Has to be a hell of a girl inside them to dance the way they do.” Winston said with a grin and a chuckle. “Venkman always wanted to try and get some girls to try them on.”
“Dr. Venkman’s research habits are unfortunately aside from the point.” Egon said, even he had a small grin. “Apparently they became a host to a spirit during a séance aboard the Merry Pranksters Tour Bus in the mid sixties.”
“Girl was probably to high on life to understand why her pants suddenly started moving.” Winston laughed.
“Since then, they’ve been seen many places of note, you can read about it here.” Egon handed me a clipboard with a few pages worth of photos and articles. “Other then what’s stated, the pants have been missing until we found them, not entirely sure why they were in the Sedgewick though.”
“Do you want me to try and find out why?” I asked.
“It would be nice, yes, but not entirely necessary at this exact moment, ghost behavioral patterns are a difficult subject. For now just begin categorizing, that will be enough for the time being.”
“Sure thing.”
“See you kid, if you need anything just holler.” Winston nodded as he and Egon walked off.
Just as I was about to begin, I heard a woman yell from up the stairs where Winston and I had come from. It startled me, causing me to bump into the container holding the pants. Before I could react it toppled from the cart and fell to the ground with a heavy clang. “Shit!” I exclaimed trying to pick it up, but it was too late, I heard steps at the top of the stairs. I quickly through a sheet that was lying on the desk over top the container and turned around to see Miss Melnitz walking down.
“Hey new guy, where’s Dr. Spengler and Winston? I got another applicant that wants to talk with them.”
Behind Miss Melnitz walked a girl in sunglasses, her hands in her cropped leather jackets pockets; I couldn’t understand how I didn’t notice her immediately. Long blonde hair spilled across her slender shoulders, curling at its ends, it framed her pretty face perfectly.
Remembering I was asked something I shook my head slightly, “Oh… uh, they walked away, they didn’t say to where.” I responded to Miss Melnitz who was in front of me now.
“Great, as if I don’t have enough to do.” She sighed, “This is Michelle, she’s a late applicant, just let her help you do whatever your doing, I’ll go find Egon.”
“Wait, so I got the job?” Michelle finally spoke.
“Yeah sure, it would be nice to have another girl around here.”
“Hey wait a minute! What about me?” I asked slightly panicked.
“You both got the job, happy? Good.” Miss Melnitz snapped as she walked away, leaving me standing with Michelle.
I took a quick look before Michelle turned around, not able to help myself staring at her nice round butt she had stuffed into the tight pair of black leather pants she wore. My eyes followed the curvature of her ass, to her thighs and below where I could see nice heels; given the creases just below her knees meant she was wearing boots.
“So, what’re we doing, umm…?” Michelle said turning around not sure of my name, I managed to pull my eyes off her before she realized my ogling.
“Oh sorry! I’m Travis, really nice to meet you Michelle.” I knew my face was red, but I couldn’t help it, or hide it for that matter.
She smiled an incredibly pretty smile, “Nice to meet you too Travis.”
I laughed somewhat and touched the back of my head with my hand, smiling with a big, dumb, grin. "S-so, you wanted to know what I was doing?" I said remembering I had dropped the container and covered it.
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