The Assistant (Lesbian Story) ON HOLD

The Phone Call

You have just moved into New York, also known as the city that never sleeps, and after living there for a few weeks you know exactly why New York is nicknamed that. The city never stops, it's loud any given time of day.

You live in a loft apartment that you had to spend a lot of money out of your savings account on because it was too good of an offer to pass up. Every morning you can see the sunrise and set through the various glass windows that adorn your wall.

You moved to New York, just like most of the people there have, to pursue your dreams. Although, you aren't exactly sure what that is yet. You just know that if there is any place in the world to find yourself, that place is the city of dreams.

You work at a small coffee shop that's a locally run business called the Brew House. You're surprised that it hasn't been taken over by large cooperations like many of the stores near the coffee shop. It tends to be a well populated cafe and the owner, Ada, is perhaps the sweetest person you've met since you moved to the city. She's old, around late 60's and always has a smile on her face. She cares for you like a daughter which makes it easy for you to go to work each day. The pay isn't great but you've decided that you have saved up enough money throughout the years to pay the rent for at least a year. In the meantime you've been searching for new jobs.

It's a bright sunny morning and you have a feeling that today is going to be a great day. You wake up feeling refreshed, ready for whatever the day might bring. You cook yourself a small breakfast, and decide to head out to Brew House since it's not too far from your house. It's not your day to work but you enjoy spending your free time there anyways. The calm aura that the coffee shop has always makes you feel at ease.

A ten minute walk later, you find yourself at the entrance of the shop with your favorite book in hand. The aroma of the coffee hits you full force as you pull open the glass door.

Ada is working behind the counter and a wide smile appears on her face once she sees you.

She waves to you, "Good morning, dear!"

"Morning, Ada," you say as you head behind the counter to give her a quick hug, "need any help?"

You're about ready to grab your apron and clean off tables when she cuts you off by sweetly saying, "no, no. Today is your day off, go sit down and I'll bring you a cup of tea in a little bit."

You think about helping her anyways but decide that she would probably get upset with you, so instead you plop down into a seat at a table for two and pull up your book to read. Reading is one of your favorite pastimes, you can get sucked into a book for hours without even realizing how much time has passed.

Ada had brought your tea fifteen minutes ago and you are just finishing the last drop as you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

You pull it out and notice an unknown number flashing on the screen.

Hesitantly, you answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi," the cheerful voice on the other end greets, "this is Cindy Beckett, you dropped off your resumé at my office a few days ago."

Memories of you stopping by a modeling agency pop into your head. You had seen a job flyer for them one day and had decided to stop by and see if they still had an opening.

"Oh, of course. Thank you for calling me," you reply, trying to sound as professional as you can.

"Yes, of course. We have a job opening if you're interested, although there are a few others that want the job as well," Cindy stated.

You sit up straighter in your chair, "I'm interested."

"You would be a personal assistant for one of our models. The hours will be a little unpredictable, but the pay is great and it's a good way to get your name out in the business world," the woman explained.