“Alright ma’am, that’s the last box,” the driver said as he got in his truck. “Thank you so much” I told him while handing him a fifty-dollar bill, he folded it up and put it in his pocket and drove off. It was time to finish unpacking into my new home, here in Iowa. I looked down the street and saw a few other houses, but none of them looked like they were being used. Shrugging my shoulders, I walk into the house, it was beautiful.
There was an antique glass chandelier, the kitchen was big and spacious. I grabbed the first box off of the counter, it read, hall closet, I started to look for a closet but didn’t find one, so I set the box down and picked up another one. Master Bedroom. As I walked through the doorway to the room, I could smell the fresh scent of lavender, “Ooo, I love this house so much!” Box cutter in hand, with the flick of the wrist, the tape of the box was cut in half. Before I could do anything else with the box, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I slipped it out into my hand and
looked at it.
Fryia Fazebear’s Pizza.
I swiped left on the green answer button, “Hey,” I started with, “who am I speaking with?” On the other end of the line I could hear the woman’s voice, “Hi, this is Emily from Fryia Fazebear’s Pizza, and we wanted to let you know that we have obtained and viewed your application form. Do you know when a good time for an interview would be?” She asked me. I hesitantly told her, “M-maybe around llike one or t-two I guess?”“Okay,” Emily stated, “we’ll see you then.”I sat there, on the floor, in shock. I actually scored an interview, I thought to myself, If I keep this
up, maybe, just maybe, I could get the job.
(Three hours later)
As I finish unpacking the last box, I check the time on my phone, 12:24 pm, is what it tells me. That left me enough time to get dressed. As I walked over to my dresser, I opened a drawer and grabbed a plaid white t-shirt, and some black jeans. I set them on the bed, and grab the bottom of my shirt,
pulling up to reveal my bra and breast. Yet, as I slipped my leggings off, I felt a sensation that I was being watch, so I put my clothes on as quick as possible.
I grabbed my car keys, and walked out the door, closing and locking it behind myself. Getting in my car, I turn on the GPS, so I know where I’m going. Luckily for me, this place wasn’t that far away from
my house, as I pulled up, I grabbed my purse and phone, then locked my car. Walking in through the automatic double doors, I felt a since of relief and hope. “Hello, how are you today? Is there anything I can help you with?” the lady on the other side of the counter asks.
“Oh, umm, yeah,” I reply, “I’m here for an interview, where do I need to go for that?” The lady points to the hallway left of the center stage, “All the way done that hallway, it will be the last door on the right.” I thank her and start to head in that direction, when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder, “(F/N), is that you?” I turn around and am surprised to see Chica standing in front of me. “Oh, yeah it is me, hi Chica, long time no see.” She eyed me up and down, “You’ve really grown, and gotten pretty as well.” I leaned in and hugged her, “Thank you, and you look better than ever.” Chica looks away back at the stage, where they are starting to announce her presence, “I got to go, I’ll talk to you before you leave, bye.”
I waved her good-bye and headed towards the hallway, as I got to it, I noticed all of the kid’s drawings they had posted on the walls. I see a big steel door, it’s the last door in the hallway, so I knock on it, “Who is it?” I hear from inside the room, “It’s (F/N), I’m hear for the interview.” I heard a clicking
noise by my feet, so I took a few steps back, and then the door went flying up into the ceiling.
“Hello, (F/N), please, come have a seat,” Emily said as she pulled out an empty chair from under the desk. An hour goes by and I had already answered all of her questions, she was just going over some
of the rules and guidelines of working here. I was listening to what she was saying, but I was completely zoned out at the same time. As she’s talking, I make it look like I’m interested in the work environment.
Then it caught me off guard once I realized what I was doing, I was completely staring at her breast, and she had noticed too. I looked up into her eyes, she had her arms folded and an aggravated expression on her face. “You noticed, didn’t you?” I asked her as I looked at the ground, trying to hide
my blood shot red cheeks. “Uh-hu,” she started to lean back, and she pressed a button on the wall that closed the door that I entered through.
After the door closes, she starts to unbutton her shirt, but I don’t notice because I was distracted by the posters on the wall above the monitor. I turn towards her to see her bra separate from
her breast, “What are you doing!?” I questioned, “Why are you taking your clothes off!?” She looked at me in the eyes, with a slight red blush on her face, “Well, you were already looking at them, so might as well.” I heard her say, but I demand, “Please, just put your shirt back on, we are in a work environment.”
“Okay,” she replied as she rebuttoned the blue button up back on, without a bra. “You can start tonight if you would like,” she states, “here is your uniform, badge, and shoes. Keep these in good shape, we will not order more if you damage these ones.” I nodded and she opened the door to let me out, on my way to the door, I was stopped by Chica again, “Hey (F/N), wait up!” I hear from the other side of the room.
“Hey, what’s up Chica?”
“I thought that it would be fun to try and catch up on- “she paused mid-sentence, “are those night guard uniforms?” I looked at the uniform then back at her, “Yeah, I think so. I’m going to be the new night shift worker. Chica lets out a sigh of relief, “Well then, I’m going to let you head home and
rest up for tonight. Sweet dreams.”
I waved to her as I walked out the door and get into my car. I start to drive off, and head back home, maybe I do need a nap, I thought to myself because I was really tired. When I got to my house a got out and locked my car. Walking up to the front door, I see a package on the front porch, it must be my books, I imagined having the time to just sit on the couch and read a good book. I picked up the package, and then I unlocked the front door, when I got inside, I shut and locked the door again. I placed the package on my dresser next to the tv, and laid down on the bed, and fell asleep.
