A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

2-Pampered & Probed

~Caroline~

"Only you would wear Giuseppe Zanotti to a charity event, outside" My best friend Olivia Osborne  said to me the following day. She was a beauty, Liv, with a heavy Irish accent. Her gingery hair was cut short, to her shoulders and she had the most dazzling green eyes.

I frowned at her and looked down at the heels I had chosen this morning. "What, I always wear these?"

"Yea until you break your ankle when the heel sinks into the grass." She laughed humorously and I shook my head at her. I had learned the hard way to avoid grass and stick to the sidewalk. She was always teasing me about my expensive attire, ever since I had gotten with Sol. "Oh, is that a new necklace as well, little call girl? What duties did you have to preform to earn that?" Liz asked next, wiggling her eyebrows in my direction.

"Oh shush, I did not have to preform any duties." My hand went up to the necklace as I remembered watching Sol put it on me last night in the mirror. 'Do you like it?' he had asked and of course I said I loved it.

"You are so spoiled...Hello, little one, would like to buy a pastry? We have quite the selection." Liv rolled her eyes before turning her attention to a little girl that had come to the stand. I snickered at her lack of using kid friendly language.

"You have a funny voice." The little pixie with blonde pigtails giggled, barely tall enough to see over the table. Liv got that a lot, especially from small children. I found it quite humorous.

Liv did have knowledge of our lifestyle and rather thinking it was weird she loved to make extraneous jokes about it. It annoyed Sol, given how serious he is but I thought it was harmless.

When my cell started ringing I stepped away and left Liv to do the selling of sugar that would have every child here bouncing off their bedroom walls.

"Hello?" It was the massage parlor I went to a few times of month, on Sol's exhortation, of course. I could live without a full body massage, unless of course he was giving.

"Hi Miss Thomson are you going to make your appointment today?" It was the owner, Ang. She was a nice woman, definitely a trophy wife and seventy percent of her body was plastic.

"Oh? I don't recall making an appointment."

"Mr. Specter made it this morning. Would you um... like me to cancel?" She sounded a little antsy, like if I did want to, it probably wouldn't be a good idea.

"Uh no, no don't do that. What time should I be there?" I asked and glanced down at my watch. It was four and I still had an hour before I could leave the campus without Liv and possibly a few of my professors getting pissed. Ang went on to tell me five-thirty and I hung up, frowning.

"Everything ok?" Liv asked when I was back at the table beside her.

"Yea, I guess Sol made some plans I didn't know about."He was notorious for doing that and often. Liv squinted at me and placed her freshly manicured hand on her hip.
"So, no coffee after this, I suppose?" She asked next and didn't mind looking up at me as she rearranged the pastries, anything to keep me from noticing her sudden disappointment. It was all in her voice though.

"I'm sorry, Olivia. Let me make it up, how about tomorrow after Cognitive Psych?" I asked. I felt-I was and had been a terrible friend towards her lately.

"Sure. Don't forget to check in with Sol first." Liv answered sarcastically and nonchalantly waved my offer. A deep sigh on my end and I felt utterly defeated.

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I made it to the parlor five minutes early. It was a lovely little place, softly lit, decorated in red and gold. I was always satisfied after I left this place.