Hired pt.1

"So we get the job, just like that?" I ask, surprised. We are currently sitting at a desk in her office, signing papers.

Erin laughs. "Well, technically yes. I like you girls, and it's hard to suck at something easy like waitressing..." she shrugs. "If my mom doesn't like it, well she's the one that put me in charge."

Dakota laughs. "I promise we don't suck."

"When can you start?" Erin asks.

"I don't have much of a life to be honest." Dakota laughs. "So I'll work whenever."

"Hmm...well I'm gonna have to work it around dance... so I'm not sure yet." I open my calendar, littered with Ballet events.

"Right. Yeah, well at least Dakota isn't a dancer, since Tuesdays/Thursdays are barre days, both she and Keila can work."

"Hey! How'd you know I don't dance?" Dakota gasps.

We both look at each other, roll our eyes, and look at her. "You just know." Erin states. "Shit! I just remembered I hafta train y'all. Egh. When am I gonna find time for that?"

"Well, we got nothing for the day." Dakota offers.

"Oh! That's nice. So you guys could start right now?"

I glance a Dakota, who shrugs. "Yeah."

"Okay! Awesome! Y'all get these outfits." She reaches under the desk and pulls out a box. Examining us both, Erin grabs two medium shirts, and two medium skirts. "These should fit. Go try them on, then report back here and I'll show you the ropes."

She sends us off into the bathroom.

"Nice! Not bad at all, and it makes my butt look pretty good!" Dakota admires herself in the mirror. "Go! Try yours on!"

"I don't think..."

"Lucky for you, no thinking required! Try it on."

"It looks small." I hold it up to my body and notice the skirt ends higher than my knees, at mid-thigh.

"You'll never know unless you try it on!" She sings.

"Umm, I DO know though, because I'm looking at you, and clearly the skirt is short."

"Egh, posh. It's like the same height as those shorts you wear all summer." She adds.

"Yeah. Shorts. Where your ass doesn't show if you bend over, because there's this handy lil thing call a scrap of cloth COVERING your vagina!" I state.

"What about those teeny leotards you wear? Hm?"

"Yeah that's for dancing. I don't go to the store in a leotard or performance costume. I'm not being prudey here I just feel like I'll flash everyone."

"You don't know til ya try." She says. Instead of being sympathetic, she rolls her eyes and shoves me into the stall.

I sigh, knowing that just like the burger I ate earlier, I'm not going to win this. I quickly pull on the skirt and button up the shirt. "Awe HELL NAW."

"Ooh! Ooh! Lemme see!" Dakota pounds on the door.

"DAKOTA. You NEED to get me a large. I CANNOT wear either of these in public!"

"Fine. I'll be back."

"Thank goodness." I mutter, stepping out of the stall to look in the mirror. My skirts are as short as one of my comfy men's large shirts, and the white button up top, although buttoned all the way to the top, is straining at the seams.

"We're baaaccckk!" they burst through the door and stop in their tracks. "Holy Shit! You look hot!" they exclaim in unison.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. Now can I have the large?" I roll my eyes.

"Yeah...about that...We looked EVERYWHERE, but just COULDN'T find one ANYWHERE." Erin giggles.

"I call bullshit. Girls. Please."

"Okay. Listen girl. I have C's. I will never have boobs as good as yours, or a butt as muscular as yours. If I had them, I would definitely show them off." Dakota says.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But this top is clearly bursting at the seams. Look." I move my arms above my head and one of the buttons pops. I stretch behind my back, and another one comes undone. "See?"

"Yeah. You're right. Look. The problem is you've got it buttoned all matronly." Erin leans forward and undoes the buttons down to my cleavage.

"Yeah, but then I look slutty." I complain, secretly admitting that I do look pretty good.

"Well, if you're not exactly comfortable wearing it that low, wear a bralette." Dakota suggests. "I know you have a couple pretty ones."

"Alright, fine. You guys are right. I look good. I'll wear it."

"Yay!" They cheer in unison.

"But I'm doing one of the buttons up until I have my bralette."

They exchange a look. "Fine. But you'll get more tips if you leave it undone."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. It's just a trial run today. It's not like I'm gonna get any tips."

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. You guys are gonna be practicing waiting at the actual tables." Erin grins, ducking out of the room.

"Of course." I laugh. "She 'forgot'. That's likely."

We exit the bathroom after I quickly fishtail my hair, and Dakota throws hers into her signature ponytail.

"I'm not sure about this still..."I say, pulling the skirt that's riding up down, and pulling my top up."

"Trust me. You look incredibly hot." Dakota assures.

"I agree. You totally do. I'd tip that." A voice chuckles as I'm about to argue.

I turn away from Dakota and look towards the voice.

It's him.