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"Sir, 'Devina' was spotted at Cherry's around 12:30 am. How would you like me to handle her?"
"For now, get close to her. When the time is right---she'll be mine again."
"You got it, sir."
"You're dismissed. And remember, don't fuck around with what's mine."
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I didn't sign up for this.
Being constantly poked by pins and bossed around by this designer man was not what I thought this position would be. The lady on the phone said I would be 'his assistant'. Guess I should have asked a few more questions.
But hey, I'm still getting paid eighteen bucks an hour so can I complain.
"Be still. Is that too much to ask, for fucks sake? I can't concentrate with you fidgeting."
I mutter 'sorry sir' under my breath and try to be as still as possible as he is still tugging onto the fabric wrapped around my body. I try to relax to the quiet peaceful music that is playing.
Now that I think of it, I don't even know this dude's first name. Apart from the fact that all the people around here call him Mr. Park. You would think a designer like himself, who truly has some amazing pieces around here, would have their name somewhere......right?
I take in a deep breath as I feel Mr. Park place his hand on my hip. With concentration written all over his face, he twist me from side to side to get a better look at the design he'd just adjusted that runs along my lower stomach.
