Twins

Inside her head

So..  to warn you...  this is just me thinking. Yes, stupid as it may seem...  you're reading my thoughts.  

I'm not a good looking woman. 
I'm not desirable...  like a Victoria Secret model.  I'm not super hot spy.  I'm not an epitome of a woman, and I don't act like one.  In 22 years of life here on earth, I am always described as chubby.  I'm not that fat, but I am quite large for my BMI(Body Mass Index)  which tells me, by the way, that I am overweight.  Being over weight means mostly that I'm unhealthy. I've got pimple marks on my face, and I have no proper knowledge on how to make it flawless.  I have stretch marks all over my body because I like to starve and eat myself.  Plus because of my constant sleep deprivation, I always look like a zombie.  I don't need to wear make up, that's one thing my co-workers who are girls does too.  But they don't look like me. I look like hell always.  Plus they are confident with themselves.  Dark spots, like elbow, underarm (I don't like shaving too btw...  that is one of the reason why my underarms are very dark now), and knees. Since I said I don't like shaving, my legs look like a man's legs because of the hair and because of my constant walking, it's muscle-y.  Boobs. Smol. Like..  really small. Some people actually mistaken me as a guy...  and it's becoming a usual reminder. But what the hell.  Everyone is fucked up anyway in some way. It's just that...  I'm fucked up in all ways.  


As I've always been a stupid and fat ass computer geek in a store of appliances and electronics called Quantum, I'm quite lucky enough to have friends who normalize my oh-so-normal-low-self-esteem and my so-called life.

Today is a bit extra ordinary. Since we offer services that involves a few employees with specific jobs to do, some of us goes out of the store giving house services like fixing computers, setting up appliances and all that, we received about 6 house calls.  Which is very unusual. We only receive 2 or 3 in a day. But we can't be bothered by that.  I'm just over thinking. Right?
Anyway, what made it more unusual is that the calls wanted a female employee to fix computers.  Yes,  just one female.  All of the calls is consistent with that. Suspicious isn't it? But nobody cared. My guy co-worker, Luis said that I'm just being a too paranoid and it's kicking my "CSI-CIA" instincts.  I think he meant paranoia, but who am I to judge?
Well, couldn't put it in a better way than he did.  But really, what if it's a trap to lure women...  and get r*ped or worse, killed then chopped into pieces and sold to black market.  COME ON! Tell me I am not the only who thinks that! 

But since there were only 3 girls in the computer services department, namely, me, Eulorica, and Irene, I have no choice but to be paranoid.  Why?  Because the two girls are on leave and I am the only female present.  So for 1 week, I will be on the road, getting these computers fixed.  
So please, let the ranting go.  

"Lin?  Get your ass over here." Jeff said. He's our manager. Technically he's not our boss, but I do call him boss although we're friends.
"Sure, boss." I answered. 
"I don't want you to mess up.  The clients are very demanding...  and important, so this is what you will wear when you do there. "  He said as he give me a paper bag.  I reached for it and nodded in approval. 
"Well, I hope it fits." I muttered. 
"It will."  he said.  
"How did you know that?"  I asked as I try to check what's inside.  But I couldn't cause there are boxes on top of the clothes.  
"They asked for your stats." 
"And you just gave it?"  
"Yes."
"Why would you even do th---"
"Shush! You'll thank me later, buttercup." he said as he winked at me.  He's gay.  And he loves calling me buttercup.  He said that because I'm like Buttercup from the power puff girls.  First it made me so annoyed, but now... it's something that assures me he's my friend. Like right now...  I'm having doubts cause it feels like he's the one who set this all up, but I am confident he wouldn't do that. 

I went to the locker room to check out the clothes. 
It was something I am comfortable to put on. It's just a blouse, and pants.  But what puzzled me is the matching underwear. And it has a note that says wear it.  That's it. So...  I did.  The bra alone is another puzzle. It has this squishy hard thing that is exactly where the nipple at.  Same goes with the panty... and yes it right where you guessed it. 

I went out of the locker and told Jeff that I'm going. He told me to take care and I went to the company car. As I drive to the first house, my phone ring. Unknown number. 
When I hit answer, the call ended.  Ok... this is getting weirder and weirder.
I reached the house and it was quite cute.  Something tells me it's not just someone's house, I feel like it's some kind of a rest house of a rich person. But that's just my impression. The front house is a garden, with walk path to the door. I reached for the door bell.  When the door opened a middle aged man greeted me with a smile.  

"Good morning, how may I help you?"  he said. His accent sounds British, and he looks and stands like one. Too manly. And I'm here looking so confused and shocked. So I smiled back. 
"Hello, I'm Linnea from the Quantum." I said as I extend my hands for a hand shake. 
He reached for it, shook my hands and said, "Hello, I'm Robert, the caretaker of this house. We've been waiting for you, please come inside." 

He let me in and once I stepped in, it felt like I do not belong here. Aside from looking like a waitress in this luxurious little house, the energy of the house felt pure and strong with a touch of mystery. 
The caretaker looks like he could own this house. I followed him. Come on, he's good looking. Plus the accent.  He's the kind of guy some 20  year old girl with fall for. I mean, he looks rich...  how the hell is he JUST a caretaker. 

Anyway, we went to room inside the house, and when I stepped inside, two beautiful creatures stood up and looked at me.  
I am seriously...  overwhelmed. And I just realized they are twins.  Identical.  
"Miss Linnea, this is Mr.  Ivan and Navi Anderson. They are the ones who acquired your help. I will leave you to them now."  Robert said, smile not leaving his face.  He closed the door behind me and I slowly looked back at Ivan and Navi.  
I awkwardly smiled at them.  I knew it.  I knew I shouldn't be here. I really do not belong here, even this two men looks like they don't belong here. They look like they belong into some museum to gawk at.  

"It's rude to stare you know?"  one of the twins said. His voice oozed out like the sound of a cello. 
"Sorry."  I said and quickly averted my eyes. 
As I did, I saw a few stuff at one of the side tables.  It was some of the electronics that have been bought from our store. Some of the paper bags were still there that's why I recognized it. 
"We have a problem with the computers, we don't know how to fix it. I hope it will be an easy problem to solve because we have to finish working before Tuesday." The other one of the twins said.  His voice is melodically deep just as his brother. But still I do not know who is who.  
"You seem nervous."  
"Yes, I am.  W-where's the computers?  Can I start now?"  I said. Damn it, why do I have to be so honest? 
The other one smiled.  Charming. And irritating, if I may say so. 
As I followed the twins, I felt something on my chest. Specifically the nipples. It's like buzzing. I had to reach my left shoulders by my right hand just to not directly touch my breast. And that confirmed it. The tip where the squishy but hard thing is buzzing. I saw the one of the twins snickering. WHAT. THE. HELL?  Paranoia on red alert. 

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