'Oh my dog', thought Reece, 'could today be any damn longer? Like for real though?'
She was more than ready for this long, boring, tiring ass day to end so that she could be free to do what she would much rather be doing. Which would be meeting Milicent at the Hog Wild Café.
Only a few more minutes, well an hour, she corrected herself glumly, and she'd be free. 'Free to party!' Reece screamed loudly in her head, singing and dancing. Well the dancing spilled out to little head bobs and hand motions she immediately had to call a halt to so that she could take this call.
Reece answered this call. She thought if she managed it right this would be her last call of the day.
She was totally right. She managed that call perfectly. She was hanging up with a minute to spare. Reece hurriedly cleaned up her work space to sparkling, jumped out of her seat and went to clock out with everyone else.
Just as she got one foot out the door-
"Miss. Whitney? If I could have a few minutes of your time, please?"
"I'm sure it wouldn't matter if said no, you're the boss, are you not?" Reece said under her breath.
"Miss. Whitney, you obviously don't like your job. Nor do you seem to like me very much. This is not to say that you are not good at your job, when you do said job, because you are. What I want to know is, why are you here?"
"I needed a job and you hired me."
"Do you still need the job?"
"Well, yeah, humans kind of need money to survive." Reece says.
"Miss. Whitney, what I mean is you are young. You should be doing what you love. Would you starve if you didn't have this job? Do you need this job to live right now?"
"No," Reece answered honestly. She would survive.
"Then you're fired," Reece's boss smiled at her and finished, "you can finish out this week, this pay period, then find something that makes u happy."
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When Reece finally walked out of that meeting, glancing down at her watch, she saw she didn't have any time left to to run home for that quick shower and change of clothes she had wanted.
She decided she'd do what she did best. She was going to fake till she made it. One day her ass would be sexy she thought.
Reece pulled up at Hog Wild Café. She looked around and noticed Milly wasn't here yet. She figures she had a few more minutes.
Reece turned to her back seat to check for her emergency outfit. Every girl should have an emergency going out outfit stashed in their car somewhere it won't get uber wrinkled. She grabbed it and her knee highs out of the back floor, then quickly skedaddled inside to the restroom.
Reece quickly grabbed a stall and stepped out of her work clothes. She quickly and efficiently wiped up with a discreet little wipe discarded it in the trash stepped into clean undies and a black thigh high faux leather skirt, black knee high faux leather 'hooker boots' and a lace camisole that tied up the front and showed a lot of cleavage but since it was nude colored it looked like it showed more than it actually did.
Reece did the best she could with what she was working with. She was not downright dog ass ugly but she knew prettier women. She is tall for a woman standing 5'9" tall. She thanks her grandmother who was 6 feet tall for that 'gift'. She probably weighs more than she's willing to admit. That's a don't ask and she's definitely not gonna tell thing. She has dirty blond hair, really thin, Angel hair they call it. It just floats through your fingertips. Her eyes, that would depend if she's mad, sad, loving, happy, but they have been emerald green and even summer blue. Her skin is so pale she can't tan, only burn and inevitably freckle.
Reece walks out of the restroom and actually get seated at her and Milly's favorite table with their favorite server.
As Reece sits down she turns to the server and brings her fist up "you already know the business, Kat!" Giving her a bump. They were in there so much Kat really did already know what to bring to the table. All she needed to know was one thing..
Kat looked back at Reece, eyebrow raised, and asked, "Milly?" Reece nodded her head in the affermiative and that set the tiny, delicately boned mixed girl, with the good hair and firey green eyes, on her way to place our order.
Reece kept glancing toward the door, looking for Milicent. It wasn't as if she would need to though. Milicent wasn't the kind of girl easily missed.
When Milicent walked in heads turned. Thats how Reece knew she was there. Standing 5'3" tall, delicately boned, olive skin toned, long light brown hair with blond highlights down to her ass, and blue eyes. She was a pretty thing. She could be dressed in rags and still look good.
But rags was not the case today. She was wearing a pair of skin tight low rise blue jeans that had been white washed on the ass and knees. They had rips from pockets to knees. Her shirt was a white clingy little thing that fell from her shoulders and showed off her golden skin...she looked hot.