Mystery Girl

Chapter 9

Santana was able to talk to her boss and get Brittany an interview for the job at the gym. The Latina really wanted her girlfriend to get the job because the sooner Brittany was done with the job at the club, the better. Santana never thought the blonde's job would bother her, but she just likes her so much, that she can't stand not having her perfect body all to herself. She still remembers the first time she ever saw Brittany at her birthday party and she couldn't keep her eyes off of her abs. They're so toned and beautiful. And don't even get Santana started on Brittany's legs because Sugar has already had to hear countless rants about how they "go on for days and days" and how Santana can't imagine how flexible they are.

It was now Wednesday and Brittany was getting ready for the interview at the gym. Santana had told her to wear clothes that she could dance in because they would probably make her dance. The blonde decided on black leggings and a neon orange sports bra. As she was finishing packing her bag, Brittany got a text from Santana.

Hey baby. Good luck today. You're going to do great.

Brittany smiled at the pet name. Santana had called her that a few times already but still couldn't get used to it. It gave her butterflies every time.

Thanks, babe. I'll let you know how it goes.

With that, Brittany walked out of her apartment and started walking to the gym. It was a short walk and she still had some time before she had to be there, so she quickly picked up some gum and water from the store down the street.

Twenty minutes later, Brittany walked into the gym and went up to the front desk.

"Hello. I'm here for an interview for the dance coach position," the blonde said to the young lady working the front desk. She had beautiful blonde hair and her eyes were a deep blue, much like Brittany's.

"Hey. You must be Brittany," the girl said and Brittany nodded. "Great. Well welcome to Fulfillment, I'm Mia. Abby, our manager, will be with you in just a second, so if you want to go on in and start stretching, you can."

"Alright, thanks."

Brittany went to an empty room that had mirrors on all the walls. It looked a lot like the dance studios at her school, but she assumed they used it for more than just dance. As she started to stretch, another young woman walked into the room.

"Hey, Brittany. I'm Abby, the manager here. I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then see what you can do and I'll let you know about the job sometime this week. Sound good?"

"Yeah, perfect," Brittany replied.

"Ok, great. Let's start with the questions. How old are you?"

"22"

"Are you in school?"

"Yes ma'am. I go to the New School. I'm actually studying dance."

"That's wonderful. And please call me Abby. Ma'am is reserved for when I'm a grandma," Abby said chuckling, and Brittany shook her head nervously.

"Okay and last question. Santana mentioned that you are her girlfriend. If you were to work here, would that interfere with you being productive?"

"No ma'am, I mean Abby. No, it wouldn't."

"Wonderful. Let's see you dance now. You can connect your phone to the speaker and dance to any song you would like."

Brittany got up and walked over to the speaker. She plugged her phone in and opened up Spotify. She already knew exactly what song she was going to pick. It was her go-to performance song. As soon as "I'm a slave 4 you" started to play, the blonde ran to the center of the room and began to dance. Brittany didn't really have to think much while dancing. Her body just moved to the music and did what it wanted, and most of the time it came out pretty well.