Bad Rep
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“What time do you want us here?” she asked.
Moore looked down at a clipboard in his hands. “Evian comes on at 5:00 and Damien is in at 5:30. What time are you done today, Jaz?” he asked.
“My shift is over at 4:00,” Jaz said, giving her boss an apologetic smile.
“I can train them. My shift starts at 7:00, but I'll come in early. No worries,” Jordan piped up from behind Moore. I looked at him and he gave me a toothy grin and then winked. Fucking hell, he had actually just winked at me.
I couldn't help but notice Jaz glower at me as she watched our exchange. Moore looked relieved with Jordan's suggestion. “That would be great Jordan. Girls, come in around 4:30 and Jordan will show you the ropes. I'd like to have you shadow tonight and then we can put you on the schedule for next week. Does that work for you?”
Riley and I nodded. “Don't we have paperwork to fill out?” Riley asked as she stuffed the shirt into her bag.
“Jordan will have you do all of that this evening. Welcome to the Barton family,” Moore enthused, giving us a huge smile before smacking Jordan on the shoulder and heading back toward the kitchen.
“Well, I guess we should get going. See you this evening,” I said, turning around to leave, clutching my new Barton's shirt in my hands.
“Bye girls. See ya later,” Jaz called out, less friendly than she was before.
“See you this evening,” Jordan called back and I had to suppress the urge to skip out of the restaurant.
Chapter Two
I straightened my form fitting black polo shirt and pulled down on my black short shorts. I felt a little exposed. I knew I looked good. The shorts were tiny and showed off my long legs, but I still felt a bit under-dressed. I had pulled my brown hair back in a high ponytail and toned down the makeup, opting for a more natural look. I figured I'd be covered in bar grease by the end of the night anyway, so what was the point?
Riley came out of her room, sporting her own version of the Barton attire. Her polo shirt was less tight, making me wonder if I was given the wrong size. Riley wore black trousers instead of shorts, but they were cute with a nice little flare at the bottom. Riley wasn't one to show of her...um...assets. But she still looked pretty.
“Ready?” Riley asked, picking up her messenger bag from the couch.
“As I'll ever be,” I responded, locking our apartment door as we stepped outside. A commotion at the end of the hallway grabbed my attention as we walked toward the car lot.
Randall and his girlfriend Cicely were heading out of their apartment. Eli and two other girls were behind them. A redhead with too much make up and a shirt that barely covered her ginormous tits was hanging on Eli's arm and he was laughing as she whispered something in his ear.
I glared at him as we made our way toward the group. “Hey guys,” I said, staring at the guy who took off my underwear on a regular basis, as the skank ran her nails up Eli's arm. Riley groaned from beside me and continued out to the car.
Eli looked up and smiled lazily, not concerned that he appeared less than innocent with some bitch snaked up against him like that. But the truth was, he probably didn't care. “Hey, babe! You coming to the party with us?” The redhead gave me a once over and then leveled a glare my way as Eli came toward me. I knew I looked good. A hell of a lot better than that crabbed out hoe. Humpf!
“No, I'm heading into work. I got a job at Barton's,” I told him, my breath catching as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the wall. I heard Cicely snicker behind us as Eli's hand slithered up my bare thigh. See! This is why I kept the boy around! His fingers were something akin to the touch of God!
I couldn't help but tremble at the feel of his fingers playing with the hem of my shorts. “You look hot,” Eli breathed as his tongue tasted the side of my neck.
“You guys going to the party?” I asked a little breathlessly as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his hard on through his jeans and I had to wonder if that was for me or bimbo Barbie back there.
I also couldn't help but notice his group of friends were still standing in the hallway waiting for him. Um, embarrassing much? I knew Eli was already drunk. I could smell the Jack Daniels on his breath as he moved to nibble on my ear.
“Yeah. We'll probably be down there all night. You sure you can't come? I'd like to see what you've got going on underneath here.” Eli pulled at my collar, looking down my shirt. I smacked his arm and pushed him back.
Eli laughed and stepped away. “No can do, I've got to do the whole responsible thing.” I hated how wobbly my voice sounded, but Eli brought out the bitch-in-heat side of me like nobody else. Eli smirked.
“Well, I'll miss you. I'll call you tomorrow,” he said lazily.
I would have smiled at the fact that he actually said he'd miss me except that the f**king red head had a hold of his arm again and was pulling him out toward Randall's car. I put a hand to my flushed face. It was crazy how he could make me go from zero to sex starved in point two seconds.
“Um, okay. Have fun,” I called out, but Eli didn't hear me, having already gotten in the back of the car, with slut one and slut two.
I got into Riley's car. “Don't say a word,” I warned, shooting her a look. Riley lifted her hands.
“What? I wouldn't dream of telling you he's a douche bag. Considering that you actually allow him to stick that filthy tongue down your throat. And I definitely wouldn't tell you that he clearly has a standing appointment with gonorrhea. That would be just too mean. I just really hope you guys are safe. I would double wrap it, to be on the safe side.”
Moore looked down at a clipboard in his hands. “Evian comes on at 5:00 and Damien is in at 5:30. What time are you done today, Jaz?” he asked.
“My shift is over at 4:00,” Jaz said, giving her boss an apologetic smile.
“I can train them. My shift starts at 7:00, but I'll come in early. No worries,” Jordan piped up from behind Moore. I looked at him and he gave me a toothy grin and then winked. Fucking hell, he had actually just winked at me.
I couldn't help but notice Jaz glower at me as she watched our exchange. Moore looked relieved with Jordan's suggestion. “That would be great Jordan. Girls, come in around 4:30 and Jordan will show you the ropes. I'd like to have you shadow tonight and then we can put you on the schedule for next week. Does that work for you?”
Riley and I nodded. “Don't we have paperwork to fill out?” Riley asked as she stuffed the shirt into her bag.
“Jordan will have you do all of that this evening. Welcome to the Barton family,” Moore enthused, giving us a huge smile before smacking Jordan on the shoulder and heading back toward the kitchen.
“Well, I guess we should get going. See you this evening,” I said, turning around to leave, clutching my new Barton's shirt in my hands.
“Bye girls. See ya later,” Jaz called out, less friendly than she was before.
“See you this evening,” Jordan called back and I had to suppress the urge to skip out of the restaurant.
Chapter Two
I straightened my form fitting black polo shirt and pulled down on my black short shorts. I felt a little exposed. I knew I looked good. The shorts were tiny and showed off my long legs, but I still felt a bit under-dressed. I had pulled my brown hair back in a high ponytail and toned down the makeup, opting for a more natural look. I figured I'd be covered in bar grease by the end of the night anyway, so what was the point?
Riley came out of her room, sporting her own version of the Barton attire. Her polo shirt was less tight, making me wonder if I was given the wrong size. Riley wore black trousers instead of shorts, but they were cute with a nice little flare at the bottom. Riley wasn't one to show of her...um...assets. But she still looked pretty.
“Ready?” Riley asked, picking up her messenger bag from the couch.
“As I'll ever be,” I responded, locking our apartment door as we stepped outside. A commotion at the end of the hallway grabbed my attention as we walked toward the car lot.
Randall and his girlfriend Cicely were heading out of their apartment. Eli and two other girls were behind them. A redhead with too much make up and a shirt that barely covered her ginormous tits was hanging on Eli's arm and he was laughing as she whispered something in his ear.
I glared at him as we made our way toward the group. “Hey guys,” I said, staring at the guy who took off my underwear on a regular basis, as the skank ran her nails up Eli's arm. Riley groaned from beside me and continued out to the car.
Eli looked up and smiled lazily, not concerned that he appeared less than innocent with some bitch snaked up against him like that. But the truth was, he probably didn't care. “Hey, babe! You coming to the party with us?” The redhead gave me a once over and then leveled a glare my way as Eli came toward me. I knew I looked good. A hell of a lot better than that crabbed out hoe. Humpf!
“No, I'm heading into work. I got a job at Barton's,” I told him, my breath catching as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the wall. I heard Cicely snicker behind us as Eli's hand slithered up my bare thigh. See! This is why I kept the boy around! His fingers were something akin to the touch of God!
I couldn't help but tremble at the feel of his fingers playing with the hem of my shorts. “You look hot,” Eli breathed as his tongue tasted the side of my neck.
“You guys going to the party?” I asked a little breathlessly as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his hard on through his jeans and I had to wonder if that was for me or bimbo Barbie back there.
I also couldn't help but notice his group of friends were still standing in the hallway waiting for him. Um, embarrassing much? I knew Eli was already drunk. I could smell the Jack Daniels on his breath as he moved to nibble on my ear.
“Yeah. We'll probably be down there all night. You sure you can't come? I'd like to see what you've got going on underneath here.” Eli pulled at my collar, looking down my shirt. I smacked his arm and pushed him back.
Eli laughed and stepped away. “No can do, I've got to do the whole responsible thing.” I hated how wobbly my voice sounded, but Eli brought out the bitch-in-heat side of me like nobody else. Eli smirked.
“Well, I'll miss you. I'll call you tomorrow,” he said lazily.
I would have smiled at the fact that he actually said he'd miss me except that the f**king red head had a hold of his arm again and was pulling him out toward Randall's car. I put a hand to my flushed face. It was crazy how he could make me go from zero to sex starved in point two seconds.
“Um, okay. Have fun,” I called out, but Eli didn't hear me, having already gotten in the back of the car, with slut one and slut two.
I got into Riley's car. “Don't say a word,” I warned, shooting her a look. Riley lifted her hands.
“What? I wouldn't dream of telling you he's a douche bag. Considering that you actually allow him to stick that filthy tongue down your throat. And I definitely wouldn't tell you that he clearly has a standing appointment with gonorrhea. That would be just too mean. I just really hope you guys are safe. I would double wrap it, to be on the safe side.”
