(Jeanette and Calvin)
Related (Featured) Song: Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande
Please, can I just get out of here? I thought to myself as I wiped the tears quickly before someone
saw. The fat man of a boss kept yelling at me for messing up on his paperwork and accidently spilling water on his desk. It wasn't my fault that fat man left his jacket lying on the
floor, I wouldn't have tripped then. I sat there and listened more as if it even mattered to me. Ralph's face was beginning to turn even redder and veins popping out of his
barely covered head. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he kept yelling and yelling at me. This fat man sure had a lot of anger in his body. I sat silently with my
legs crossed and my mouth shut as each cruel word hit me in the face. I was going to get fired for sure. There was no doubt about it. Ralph has always told me that I was a lousy intern
and should never get hired ever again. The only thing I'm confused about is why am I still his employee then? I kept being clumsy and always refusing the pervert for touching me in certain
places. I didn't want his disgusting fat hands on me, I'm his employee not his booty call!
"You..." Here it comes. "You are fired! Get out, you little slut!" Slut? He thinks I'm a whore now? Really? He's been the whore not me! I even caught him a few times eating Donna's.... well, I really don't want to picture that in my head right now...
Frustration and anger were at its brink but I knew I couldn't win this fight. No matter how hard I tried to keep this job. I nodded silently and quickly got up from the seat that I have been sitting in the whole hour this jerk had been yelling at me. I didn't want my tears to show when I got up, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
Ralph started yelling again as I came out of his office. I took a deep breath and looked up. Everyone in the room stared at me, glaring and snickering towards me. They've been waiting for the past five weeks for me to get fired. Donna started to laugh at me cruelly, she even shoved past me to go to Ralph's office. I already knew what was going to happen in there. Everyone else kept snickering as I walked to my desk. Well, they got their wish and now, I'm just going to grab my things, go to the store to buy sweets and pizza, go home, get into bed, turn on Netflix, and cry while I eat my very unhealthy food and watch a marathon of The Walking Dead again; the world should end since mine has.
I grabbed my stuff, tears finally pouring out as everyone stared and snickered at me. I didn't want to stay long here anyway, everyone was horrible and snotty. My lip quivers as I looked down at my Silhouettes in an awkward stance. I couldn't quite fit in as it is when I came into this business. I'm only 21 years old and graduated college at a very young age. Yup, I'm one of those genius chicks. I could have been an author, a scientist, a doctor, or even a lawyer! But I chose to be an intern for some douche at the newspaper industry? Yeah, not a very smart choice on my part.
I walked to the elevator with my box of office stuff in both of my hands, my black leather purse hanging from my left hand as I managed to reach for the floor button. I heard something rip as I pressed the button. No, oh no, no, no, no! Not now! I can't have my day even worse! No! My eyes widened, my cheeks red as I looked down at my olive pencil skirt. The slit from the bottom in the back had ripped higher than the company who made it was supposed to be. My pale butt cheeks were clearly showing and popping out of the not secure skirt. I chose the wrong day to wear a thong. How the heck am I supposed to get out of this crap now? I whimpered, tears streaming down my ruined makeup. I fumbled in the box of office stuff, hoping to find anything that could help me cover the rip of my skirt. The level to the lobby floor was coming up, panic was surfacing quick as I tried to find something, anything. Before the ding to my stop came, I finally found my long coat and pulled it on before anyone saw. I was so close for people to see my butt cheeks if I haven't had found my coat. It's so wonderful to have something just magically appear for you when you need it the most...
I drove in my purple mustang in silence. I had no heart for any tunes as I drove. I usually blasted pop
music and such that sounded good to me. But today was that day that no music was a comfort. I gloomily stopped at a traffic light. The streets of New York were so busy at this time of day
that it would be about five minutes before our light turned green.
I sighed as I tucked one strand of my curls behind my ear. Something caught my eye and I turned to my left to see what it was. There was a couple sitting in a cafe table laughing and talking to each other. They looked happy as they stared into each other's eyes admiringly. The brunette guy took his girl's hand and got down on one knee. He was proposing. The girl covered her mouth in surprise and squealed. The ring was put on her dainty finger and the couple kissed. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I watched. Damn, I wish I could find a man like that. Why can't I get one?! The car from behind honked and made me jump. I waved back in agitation as I steered the car forward to the grocery store. The only thought that came to me was that this was a not-so-ordinary worst day for me.
As I got all the depressing food from the store, I came into my bedroom, tying my long strawberry blonde hair into a messy bun. I took off my contacts and put on my big nerdy glasses, and slipped into a hoodie and sweatpants. Yup, this is what I call a girl who just got fired and is depressed package. I turned on the light to the kitchen to unpack the groceries. My apartment was pretty big, it had two bedrooms, a living room, one master bathroom, and then the kitchen. The second bedroom was in case I had a kid or two, which is what my parents were hoping for if I had a man... They picked out the apartment without my consent. I was still irritated by that. Because my parents were so rich, they could afford my apartment even though I told them countless of times that I can afford my own apartment. The thought of my parents made me shiver, I was going to tell them sooner or later that I lost my job.
Netflix was loading up as I grabbed a slice of pizza. My sniffles were subsiding as I pressed the button on
the remote to watch The Walking Dead. And... My crying came back again once the theme song started. The emotion I was feeling was unbearable and I couldn't keep them in. Dammit! Why
couldn't I just suck it up and just go on with my life?!
Throughout the whole show, my tears and wails kept flowing. All of the anger and disappointment I had been keeping in just didn't seem to stop. Tonight, this will be the night I will just cry, forget the freaking marathon. How am I supposed to face my parents? How the hell will I get a new job without that pervert spreading crap about me?! My cries kept going until my cell phone rang. My sobs stopped as I looked at the phone. I paused the show and stared at the phone of doom. It was Jessica, well, not so doom after all, I guess. I was debating to answer it, the phone ringing the Waffle song for her continued. It was her favorite kid song. My tears kept flowing when I finally reached the phone. I switched it to answer the call.
"Hello?" I said in a not-so-okay tone.
"Hey, babe! I heard the news! Those jerks don't know what they're missing! Come and go clubbing with us! It will make you feel better!" Jessica sounded from her car. I heard Camilla, Kim, and Wendy's voices cheering to have me join them.
I couldn't help but grin at their enthusiasm. Those girls know how to make me smile even when I'm at my worst. "Well, I need to get ready then." I scratched my forehead. I didn't know if I could get done in time before they reached my apartment.
"No problem, we are already here to help you out!" Camilla called out in the phone. I narrowed my eyes. The doorbell rang.
I turned around and got off my bed to see who was there. They weren't kidding when they said they were there. The girls posed silly as I looked through the peephole. I chuckled as I opened the door. All four girls hugged me tight and stroked my hair. They wanted to make sure I was okay, which I understood, but the stroking hair thing was a little weird.
Jessica was the tall dark one, her mini skirt almost hiked up to the point her butt cheeks would show. The
little pink halter top showed her pierced belly and lots of cleavage. The angel tattoo was showcased on her back since Jessica pinned her black curly hair into a loose hairdo. Her chest was only a
cup or two smaller than me, but she still had a rack. Jessica and I had been best friends since high school and she has always looked out for me.
I looked at Camilla for a moment as she admired her cheetah acrylic nails. Her heavy mascara eyelashes batting rapidly as I watched. She is about 5’1, the shortest one out of her Mexican family as she jokingly told me. She had on a lot of bling too, and it almost blinded the crap out of me: she had on rings, one choker and two necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. I don’t how this tiny little lady could carry all of that, I couldn't hold that much bling for my tiny body either! Camilla’s hair was light brown and there were bits of hair extensions added to the length; her tight long cheetah-printed romper had fitted perfectly to her toned body. Looking at her eye makeup, I grimaced to myself; I never understood why the hell that girl would think she had to be sexy with all of that crap smeared on her face.
Kim and Wendy, the Russian twins, were both blonde, and matching. Wendy on the other hand, her hair was bobbed and Kim’s hair was long and luscious. They were both beautiful girls and I envied them a lot. Kim and Wendy’s outfits were matching corsets to show off their cleavage (even though they are pretty flat chested) and tight black leggings with tall black heeled boots. I also noticed them wearing matching gold hoop earrings.
I looked at each and every girl in the room, their body sizes and looks compared to me. I shrugged, I don’t
know how I made friends with a bunch of gorgeous girls. All of them had the goods and beauty like me; I was just nerdier than them. Let’s just say all of us were pretty busty in the butt and chest…
well, except for the twins.
“Are you okay, mama?” Camilla purred at me as she inspected my appearance. I nodded and wiped a few stray tears from my eyes. I was still upset about the whole day but now that the girls were here, I could stop worrying.
“Good, cause’, girl, we need you to have some fun tonight!” Jessica exclaimed, putting an arm around my shoulders. She smelled of cinnamon and chocolate, awe, I wish I knew where she got that perfume from, I love that scent.
I looked from one girl to the next, a grin crossed my face. You know what, I do need some fun. Screw that fat asshole. “Let’s get going then.” I announced.
"Okay, let's make you look sexy again!" Kim announced. Oh yippy for me... The girls whooped as they brought out my makeup and hair stuff. That kinda crushed my enthusiasm, ugh, having to take forever on makeup and hair was not my forte tonight. But then again, the girls were getting me ready and I didn’t have to do it. I made a face and shrugged as they pulled me into the bathroom to get to work on me. Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get pampered.
We got out of the red convertible and looked at the huge club, Dance and Grind. It wasn't my idea to name
the club that but it was a very popular place. The night was bustling loud and clear as cars honked and people cursed at each other. I stayed close to my group, cautious not to get caught in a
middle of crap. In New York, a girl had to be careful when going out.
The girls had me in a short tight white dress. My cleavage nearly made my boobs hang out. It didn't help that my mom's side and my dad's side of women in the family both had huge breasts. I was either gifted or cursed. The dress had shown my perfectly toned legs and nicely curved butt, also a feature of busty women in the family. My hair was pinned in a loose updo and down in its natural wave and hidden curls, people always admired my hair’s length since it was down past my butt. Women would have killed for the length because of my rich waves and little curls, but I always thought it ratty and frizzy. The girls didn’t put too much eye makeup on me, knowing that if too much on me would make me look like a clown. I can pull off the cat eyeliner look easily with my green eyes, my lips were colored shiny red. At least I didn't look like that bummed down chick at home anymore.
I took a deep breath and wobbled with my friends to the club. I wasn't much for very skinny heels but they said it looked sexy... I brought a pair of my black heels just in case.
The bouncer stood tall and still like a statue as we sashayed to the entrance, ignoring the long line of
complaining teenagers and grumpy couples. My friends and I had the gift to flirt with the bouncers of Dance and Grind. Whenever we show up, the bouncer would automatically let us in.
I wasn't succeeding in the whole seductive act tonight but it was worth a shot. We halted in front of the giant bouncer, his bald head shining brighter than my future under the neon lights. He took a once over at us and grinned. We all giggled as the bouncer let us through.
"Evening to you gorgeous ladies." The bouncer replied. I forgot the guy's name even though we've run across him almost a million times.
"Thanks, Brad." Wendy purred his name as we passed by. Wendy's short blonde hair hid part of her face as she looked up at him in a teasing matter. Her little boobs nearly popping out of her corset as she whispered something in Brad's ear. She stroked his chest in an up-and-down motion. I noticed his, um, "sword" went hard as she passed by, and I stifled a laugh as the bouncer's face burned under the neon lights. We both giggled as we came into the club. I heard many disappointed voices and accusations from the long line of waiting people. Well, life isn't always easy, I guess...
The girls and I ventured into the large crowded club, the lights were dimmed low to the point all you could
see were silhouettes. Music and the bass boomed inside the club, deafening my ears as we wandered deeper into the place. There were neon lights flashing here and there at the dance floor way in the
back of the club. There were so many people crowding each other, dancing and grinding and making out with others. I cringed at the couples who were slobbering all over each other. That was too much
PDA right there. There was a huge space for groups of tables and booths, people chatting with each other and some shady people smoking something that I didn't want to be involved with.
I also saw a few couples thrusting each other in a corner, there was a lot of skin showing. I blushed as I saw one guy thrust behind a skinny redhead hard, making her yelp and squeal with delight. My woman part kinda throbbed at the sight of the group. I have never seen something so vulgar yet kinda exciting in my life before. One couple saw me and motioned me to them, I immediately turned the other way to my girls. My face burning red as I kept my eyes to the ground. "As tempting as it was", I didn't want STDs. Where the hell was security when you need them?! I didn't think this was legal at a club! Even if it was kinda exciting…I need a life, dammit…
There were a lot of drunks when we got to the bar at the right side. Stools were taken by guys trying to
scope out innocent young women who dare to come here. The far left side is where the pool table and other little games are held.
We sat together in the five empty stools at the bar. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I rubbed my hands together. The tight dress I was wearing was constricting the life out of me. Note to self, never wear this thing again even if it's cute. The girls were laughing and ordering some shots of tequila. I wasn't much of a drinker but I didn't want to have the girls think that I wasn't having a good time. Jessica was our driver so she only took one shot of the tequila and the rest was water for her.
“Come on, mama, let loose a bit. You look like a fucking good girl.” Camilla patte my thigh, bringing me out of my daze. I looked at her, Camilla’s expression concerned and worried.
“Hey, hey, I’m alright, really. I’m just kinda tired from all of today’s crap.” I smiled reassuringly. She huffed as she ordered another round of shots. If she kept this up she would be puking in about 20 minutes because of her size. I was only one inch shorter than her though, so I knew my limit was about two shots and that was it.
Many guys were surrounding us as we sat at the bar, some were drunk and some were very cocky and
disrespectful. I had to shoo a couple away from me because they were rubbing their hands between my inner thighs. I was not going to let some asshole I have never met just get their way with me. If
I wanted them to have sex with me, I would’ve let them know. The girls were eating all of the attention up as I sat there uncomfortably with a blonde guy leaning in for a kiss. I didn’t know how to
get out of this one. What the hell could I do? I didn’t know whether he was a drunk or if he had anger issues if I slapped him in the face. There were other college football players surrounding me
as I finally got up from my chair. Well, this was not what I wanted.
The tall and muscled guys looked down at me and started to flirt. I was not used to this kind of attention since I barely went on dates.
“Hey, gorgeous, you wanna dance with me?” A dark skinned guy asked me. I blushed as he took my hand in his large hands.
“Nah, she should have a little fun with me.” Another tall guy replied, his hair was brown and wavy. He winked at me as he hooked his arm around my waist and scooped me up to his side. The guy’s huge hand cupped my left butt cheek and I yelped in surprise. Oh dear, I was so short in this group of massive bodies. But I certainly didn’t want guys just touching me wherever the hell they wanted.
I searched for Jessica through the trapping group and found her. My eyes pleaded for her to help me out of this mess. Jessica read my expression and immediately rushed to my side, her tall beautiful figure standing by me.
“Alright, you asses, let her be. If ya want to make her feel special how about trying to respect her! I saw that fucking hand on her ass, don’t you lie to me!” Jessica glared at the tall brunette who was about to exclaim. He clamped his mouth shut. “If I see ya’ll trying to disrespect my friend, my fist will be shoved so high up your asses, you won’t be able to walk again.” Jessica’s glare stabbed each and every guy that trapped me. I just stood there awkwardly playing with the ends of my hair.
All of them left me as my knees buckled. How the hell did that happen when I was even with my group? How did I get pulled into that without my friends noticing? I looked at Jessica as she motioned me to our group. “You okay, babe?”
“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” I assured her.
“You need to be more careful, Jeanette. If I wasn’t there, those dicks would’ve raped you right there and no one would have noticed.” Jessica’s frown deepened. I could tell she didn’t want to picture that in her head.
“Trust me, I’ll be more careful.” I hugged her. Though, I don’t think that promise would last if a group like that happened again…
I sighed as I watched my friends go to the dance floor and grind on each other. It was fun going out with them but I still wasn't feeling like myself. We’ve been here for almost three hours and I still couldn’t find anything fun. I didn't really want to dance or chat or drink the night away. I just sat at the bar and watched my friends dance with other people. There were guys all over them and grabbing their butts and whatnot. I wasn't much of a girl to let a guy touch me like that unless I was dating him. Maybe that's why I'm single. I frowned at the thought. Maybe I should let myself loose a bit so I could at least try to get a guy. I looked down at the floor as my thoughts flooded my head. But then the intense group of football players played in my mind. Huh, maybe not.
I heard some girls squeal in excitement and cheered. I turned to my right to see what the commotion
was. The squeals turned into disappointed comments. I arched my brow as I focused on the person walking to the bar. My breath was caught when I saw the person who made the commotion. My heart
thumped hard, and my insides fluttered lightly. There was a totally gorgeous guy coming toward the bar stools, dressed in a black buttoned shirt and black slacks. His bare muscled chest had shown
out of the opened shirt. There was a gold cross laying on his pale chest. His hair was truly an ebony shade as it glistened under the bar lights. His eyes were icy blue as they
laid right on me. My heart was beating fast as he came closer to me. What did he want with me? A beautiful man like himself shouldn't be conversing with a nerdy chick like
I squeezed my hands tightly in my lap as he stood in front of me. He leaned against the bar counter and grinned at me. All white teeth shined perfectly at me. His black ink hair fell down to the edge of the counter. I wish my hair would flow like that. I looked back up to his face. My breath was caught as I tried to think of something to say.
"Hello, beautiful angel." He spoke in a deep low and husky voice. It sent tingles through my body. I just sat there awkwardly figuring out what to say to him. Damn, a hot guy is talking to me and this is my chance to go for it, and I can't squeak one word?! This is so not my night...
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