Later in the afternoon, I called Giselle to come and accompany me to purchase a few kitchen equipments at the store.
"Bitch you won't believe what just happened. You remember the guy that I met at the club last week?" She ask's as we walk down the side walk with stores aligned at our left.
"Yes," I accept.
"Turns out he is my sugar daddy's son," she says.
"You have to be kidding me," I respond.
"I wish. The funny part is that I slept with him," she discloses.
I look at her with my mouth agape.
"Sorry-" she apologizes to the stranger who she nearly bumped into.
"Okay, so you just sleep with somebody on the first night you meet them?" I question as we turn into a store.
"I mean, he was hot. Kash, I don't know what to do. He doesn't want to end what we started," she says.
"You're really in deep shit. Isn't this about the money? Norman is your sugar daddy and he provides for you. Shouldn't you choose him?" I question as I inspect a coffee machine.
"Well yes. But I'm tired of sitting on his wrinkly dick. I need a young dick," she whines.
I pick up a banana shaped gadget with multiple blades within it. "What do you think about this?"
"C'mon Kash. You're my best friend and that's why I'm asking you for advice. This is very important. By the way, What the fuck is that?" Giselle questions amusedly.
"I don't know, but I might put it to use". I throw it into the shopping basket.
After being done with equipment shopping, we head out. Giselle is trying to convince me to help her get a job at the baseball center.
"C'mon, it's a good idea. The pay is good plus we're going to be together. Don't you like the sound it?" She questions.
"As much as that sounds amazing, I don't think it's possible. There aren't any spots left. I literally had to beg the supervisor to find a spot for me," I explain.
"There has to be something! Okay, let's go there and find out," she says.
"Giselle no," I disagree. Anyway, she managed to convince me and that's where we are heading.
We arrive at the baseball center and make our way to the bar shed. Sundays are my day offs but Ivy works here all week. She is a bartender/supervisor.
"I swear, she will not give you the job 'cause there aren't any spots," I assure Giselle once more as we advance towards Ivy, who stands behind the bar cleaning glasses.
"Hi," I greet as I lean onto the bar table.
"Hey," she responds but her countenance changes when she espies a new face. "Who are you with?"
"Oh this is my friend Giselle," I introduce and Giselle says hi with a hand wave.
"She's looking for a job here but I know there aren't any spots left so I guess that's fine," I'm about to turn on my heels to usher Giselle out of here when Ivy says the unbelievable.
"We would need a pretty face. You're hired! You can work alongside me at the bar," Ivy appoints.
"Told you!" Giselle skits in my face as she jumps in excitement.
"What!? But you told me that you weren't hiring because there weren't any places," I say to Ivy.
"It's true but for miss pretty, I can squeeze her in". she winks.
I'm left with my mouth agape. Fucking pretty privilege! When I first came here, I had to beg for a spot.
When Ivy notices my scowl, she assuages, "What's wrong? I squeezed you in too".
"But I begged for mine. You know what, nevermind. Giselle congratulations," I congratulate her.
"So, when can I start?" Giselle ask's.
"Tomorrow 8am," Ivy answers.
"Thank you so much miss.." Giselle trails.
"Ivy. Just call me ivy," she responds.
"Right. Ivy. Thanks alot Ivy," Giselle gives gratitude.
We go back to our respective homes. I check my phone and a message tab appears. It's a text from Callan.
Callan: Hi. Next hangout this weekend Saturday?
Butterflies spread throughout my body. The thought or sight of him is very arousing. Like I said, I just can't get enough of him.
Me: yes yes. Sure.
Why the hell did I accept? Saturday is part of my working days but I can't text him and reschedule because I have already accepted and that would be awkward. He must be a busy person. I mean, what if he is only free on Saturday?
I will have to pick up the courage to speak to Ivy about taking the day off on Saturday. I'll have to wait till Friday to ask her about it.
The days go by and it's Friday. Ivy is in a good mood today. She is reading a gossip magazine.
"Sorry to interrupt you," I apologize and she looks up with a smile on her face. That's so unlike her, whose dick is she hopping on?
"I was wondering if I could take the day off tomorrow. I will fill up on Sunday," I say.
"No problem," she assures.
Oh, that was easy.
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