Welcome to the Shit Show

Chapter 10

Juniper

This is not good. So not good. This vampire bitch has her teeth latched on to my finger and WON'T LET GO OF ME. I was praying for Madam to come back, but I doubt he could find anything in that hoarder's fire hazard.

She wouldn't even look away, meaning we were just staring into each other's eyes as she smiled around MY FINGER in her mouth.

That's it, I am now in 127 hours and am getting ready to gnaw off my own arm. I HATE being touched. I hate it when people even PRETEND to touch me. So, this random stranger sticking my pricked digit in her mouth made me want to decapitate her.

This whole storm of 'I want to kill you energy' was stewing silently in my head. But overreacting in my head let me keep my face a stony immovable mask. Realistically, only a few seconds passed between her putting my finger in her mouth, sucking on it once, and then taking it out. I pulled my hand back immediately as she licked her lips. Ew.

"You're new in town, and you're staying with Felix, how nice." She was flashing a blinding smile most pageant contestants would kill for. Only her top row of teeth were visible, making it hard to discern which teeth were sharper than the rest. I narrowed my eyes and backed behind the front counter so there was a permanent space between me and her.

"You're cute." She stalked over to the counter and leaned over it seductively, resting her elbows on the surface so her chest was on full display. Luckily for me the dangling ruffle was bunched around her chest making it impossible to see anything.

"What?" I backed up against the back wall pressing as hard as I could. I was trying to melt into it like the shadow from last night had. If only I could escape real life like that whenever I wanted.

"You think this small counter can hold me back." She raised her eyebrows at me and laughed. It was soft and feminine but, in my ears, it sounded like a final funeral procession. Her very pores oozed with sexual charisma, and her eyes held a gleeful spark I was sure was chock-full of innuendo.

My immediate response to being caught retreating was to make a defensive affront."Who said I was trying to get away from you?"I tried to change my stance so it looked like I was merely leaning against the wall instead of trying to evaporate into it. I could tell it wasn't very convincing from the way her eyelids lowered and her lips transformed into a seductive smirk. I was horrible at dealing with people, normally when I dealt with clients, they weren't the slightest bit interested in me, only what I could do for them, but this woman was looking directly at ME. Her gaze made me feel enraged, insecure, and self-conscious all at once. I have no idea what to do. Send help. S.O.J. Save. Our Juniper.

The only reason I didn't deck her was because I didn't want to get fired before I was technically hired. Luckily, I was saved from any more sexual tension because Madam came back with a small first aid kit.

I excused myself and went in the back to dress my poor finger. I kept giving it dirty glances like it was my finger's fault for being violated. No, scratch that, I was mad that my finger was violated, but I didn't BLAME my finger because it had no power over whether it was violated or not.

After I got the bandage on I sat back down to continue sequinning. I bet some of the unseen shadows around me are laughing their asses off right now, and I couldn't blame them if they were. As soon as I had the outer edge of the gown, I heard Madam calling me again.

"Hey Chiquita, could you come back out here? I still haven't gotten you to do the thing I called you for yet." Damn my luck for the past 48 hours. Can't I catch a break? Or maybe get someone to mix me an antifreeze martini so I can put myself on break permanently?

I slowly went back through the curtain avoiding eye contact with the blonde she-devil I wanted to punch in the boob. Because nothing is more insulting than a punch on the boob.