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The last thing I liked to do when I left my morning shift was stop anywhere other than home. The probability that I would run into someone I knew from work was high. As much as I wanted to go in and get stuff for dinner and some snacks, I didn’t want to chance it today. I felt edgy today with the change in my schedule. Plus, when I ran into customers, there was no time limit or excuse about having to ring up the next customer and they would take that as a sign that we could talk for hours. I wouldn’t chance it today. I stepped on the gas pedal and the car sped forward as the apartment buildings came into view. Twenty minutes later, I was parked in our parking spot, in the elevator, and speed walking toward the door to our apartment. I pressed the key fob to the door and it beeped.
Home, sweet home.
The door unlocked and I pushed the handle down. I pulled the door open and stepped in. It clicked as it locked behind me and hooked my key chain on the wall mount. I yawned and stretched as I kicked off my shoes. I sighed and wriggled my toes. Taking your shoes off was probably the best feeling, second only to removing your bra. Now that I was home I shimmied out of my pants and pulled off my shirt. Due to my night job, I preferred wearing less when I was at home. Since it was just me and Gabe who lived here, we wore next to nothing around the house. We let the other know when we had guests, so they didn’t feel weird.
When we first came to Auburn, Gabe and I had shared a tiny studio and as much as we loved each other, we knew we needed something bigger. We shared a bed and Gabe couldn’t bring men over out of respect for my space. After a few months of saving, we pitched in and moved here. It’s perfect of our needs and we haven’t even thought of moving anywhere else in the last year. It’s a 2,000 square foot apartment on the top floor of a six floor unit. It was hard to afford, so I got a second job at Ocean Side. It pays the bills, so I can’t complain.
I walk into the living room and instantly stop. The hair on the back of my neck stands and I inhale deeply. I scent something, or someone. Something is off, I can feel it. I tend to be paranoid, so I try to find proof before I go into full on freak out mode. Looking around, I scan the area, but can’t seem to find what’s wrong. I try to tell myself to calm down and remember that Gabe shares this space with me. He could have brought his friend here before work, I’ll have to ask him tomorrow.
Since I couldn’t shake the eery feeling, I checked the balcony before walking past the kitchen. After I searched the bathroom in the hallway, I checked Gabe’s room before my own. When I was sure no one was here, I sighed in relief. I blamed Gabe’s alpha gossip for my unease. My bed was calling me, but I refused myself the pleasure of sinking into sweet oblivion. If I didn’t shower now, my hair would be wet for work tonight and I couldn’t have that.
After washing the smell of coffee from my hair and body, I shaved every inch of hair from my body. Before I washed off and hopped out of the shower, I did a smooth check. The club had strict rules about body hair. Most clients found it repulsing and we needed to remain as smooth and silky soft as a baby’s bum.
I threw my hair up in a towel before I squeezed toothpaste onto my brush. The mirror fogged up, but I don’t wipe it. I screamed at Alexa to play some music for me before I started brushing. When I was done, I spat into the sink and walked from my bedroom into my room.
My mind wanders to my shift tonight. I needed to figure out what outfit I’m going to wear tonight. I picked up a few things last paycheck, so I have some new options to choose from. Sliding the over-sized close door open, my gaze darts from tops, to bottoms, to stilettos.
Luckily, the club required a percentage of our ass to be covered in the main lobby. Only in the VIP sections did we wear less. I eyed a shiny black leather breast covering that had metal clips in the front, a diamond bling metallic backless rhinestone tassel crop top, and a sequin low-cut top with straps. I looked through the bottoms. I was sure there was a matching pair. When I spot it, I smile.
Perfect.
Those are going to look amazing together. I’m not the most beautiful girl, but I like having pretty clothes. I like having pretty things. They feel like my armor and I get a little confidence boost when I wear them into work. I grabbed what I wanted to wear. Now that my mind was made up, I slid the closet door shut and turned toward my bed.
After I dried off, I slid on a pair of nude underwear and a black tank for bed. I lowered my blinds and turned the light off. I liked my room being pitch black when I went to bed. The light just kept me up. Crawling onto my bed, I hooked my phone up to the charger and pressed my white noise sound box. It was set to rain and light thunder. I figured out that I slept better with it on. It helped my body get used to this schedule. I depend on it for sleep. I settled under my blanket and closed my eyes. My last thoughts before I dosed off were of a heartbroken wolf as it ran through the woods.
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