Shake it
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
The sound of the alarm fills the room and blares in my ears. I blink as I fight off the blanket of sleep that whispers that the next alarm will wake me. I’ve learned that promises made when the alarm is going off are lies, sweet lies. I groan as I sit up and lean over to shut off both the alarm and the sound machine. I tap my screen to check the time and automatically fall flat on my belly. It’s 9:30, that was my last alarm. I set six to ensure I woke up, but I somehow missed the first five. Had I turned off the alarm and waited for the next one, I could have either been very late, or slept my entire shift.
Ugh.
My phone vibrates on my bedside table and gives me a heart attack in the process. I try not to whine, but I guess I need to get up. Exhaling, I get up, grab my phone, cross my legs and sit back on the bed. I stare at the picture of me and Gabe on the table from the first birthday we celebrated in Auburn. When I peer down at my screen, Gabby flashes across my screen. I press the green button and pull it to my ear.
“Good morningggg,” Gabe sings.
“Mm,” I hummed.
“Someone’s grumpy. Did you not get any sleep?” he asked.
“The problem is I got too much sleep,” I yawned.
“Oh, well that’s good! I’m glad you got some rest honey, buuuut I need your sweet ass to get up out of bed. It’s not easy saving the world, but who else, other than me, can shake it like you?” Gabe asked.
“Do I have to?” I grumbled.
“Yes! Are you still in bed?” he asked.
“I’m not laying down,” I said.
“That’s not an answer,” Gabe said.
“I am, but I’m sitting, Mom,” I said sarcastically.
“Mm. Well, sitting isn’t getting ready,” Gabe said.
“I’ll get up as soon as we hang up,” I lied.
“Nope, you’ll get up right now and then I’ll hang. Then you’ll snap a picture of you standing up, so I know I don’t have to have Leo bring me there,” Gabe said.
“You’re with Leo?” I asked cheekily.
“Mm, nice try. I won’t be distracted. Up, Ady,” Gabe ordered.
“Fine, fine,” I said. I stood to my feet, snapped a picture and send it. “There, happy?” I asked.
Ding!
“Yep, I got it! Love you! Send me another picture after you’re ready. I NEED to see what you’re wearing tonight. I live thru you and your spicy outfits,” Gabe said.
“You’re welcome to join me at the club,” I said.
“Nope, definitely not my scene. Well, I mean it is, but I prefer being a customer,” Gabe teased.
“Of course,” I laughed.
“Well, I’d love to stay on the phone with you, but you have a job to keep,” Gabe said.
“Bye,” I yawned.
“Love you, byee,” Gabe sang into the phone.
The line clicked and I dropped my phone to the bed. My hair is dry and tickles my lower back. I walk over to the closet and slide it open a little harder than I meant to. I grab the pieces I want and walk over to my bed and put them down. Twenty minutes later, I’m standing in front of my floor to ceiling black framed mirror.
I’m oiled down in a think layer of magic lotion that makes my body sparkle under the light. The sequin fringe skirt falls just below my goodies, but only covers the top half of my backside and my ass cheeks are on full display. It covers my belly button and I give a little hip twist to watch the skirt lift up and shake, revealing a thin, see through fabric that pathetically covers my lady bits.
My breasts on barely covered in the diamond bling metallic rhinestone tassel top. There are little chains hanging down from between my breasts that hang on my hips and wrap around and it’s backless. I don’t like wearing jewelry, but I’m wearing a diamond collar around my neck that falls down between my breasts.
I’m standing in eight inch clear stilettos that could kill a man. I knew as soon as I tried them on that they were coming home with me. Shoes in my profession were the most important part of the ensemble. They couldn’t be too tight or they would hurt and they couldn’t be too loose or they’d fall off. I could walk in these confidently and not worry about twisting an ankle. I had a feeling they would soon become my favorite shoes since they could go with everything.
My hair was gelled up in a high ponytail. It was long enough that the ponytail fell down to the middle of my back. I’ve had men and women ask me if I was wearing a wig. It made me a little proud being able to say it was my natural hair. The girls at the club used to do my makeup for me, but over the last year I started applying it myself. I didn’t like it too heavy. I went for a more natural look and enhanced my eyes so they looked even bigger than how they usually did. After working at the club for as long as I have, I’ve noticed the men like the girls to look as innocent as possible. It’s creepy and really weird, but there is a clear difference in the tips and I won’t question it. I’ll judge, but I won’t question it. While I won’t wear pigtails, I know how to make myself look my own version of innocent.
I pulled out my phone, Gabe would freak if I didn’t send him a picture, and he’d freak even more when he saw what I was wearing. I sent him a picture and my phone instantly started ringing. I was grinning ear to ear when I answered Gabe’s call.
Yep. I Knew it.
“Biiiiiiiiitcchh!” Gabe squealed.
“Biiitch!!” I giggled back.
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