50 Shades of Crap

This Week's Schedule

Monday~

"Aww, crap." Dean grumbled as he looked over his schedule. He had to work Friday. That was going to be the worst day of the year.

"You're working Friday too, I take it." Charlie looked up from her schedule with a frown on her face.

"Almost everyone is. It's going to be one of the busiest nights of the year." Pam leaned against the counter and waved her own schedule in front of them. "And we risk losing our jobs if we call in. So suck it up cupcakes, we're working it."

If there was one thing Dean hated, it was these stupid "5o Shades" movies. They were chick flicks to the extreme, but with some really bad BDSM thrown in. He had a few friends in that world that went on tangents about how poorly that lifestyle is portrayed in the books and movies, and after a while he really gets sick of hearing them griping. Now he'd have to spend the next six months listening to them gripe all over again. He truly despised both the books and the movies.

He also pitied all the guys that got dragged along by their girlfriends to see the movies. Some looked downright miserable, like they knew they were about to lose two hours that they'd never get back, all for the hope that they'd get laid later that night. Some seemed enthusiastic, if only because they too hoped they'd get laid. Some looked like they were being dragged to their execution. A very rare few seemed to genuinely be looking forward to it, but those guys were rare. And they clearly had no clue what the BDSM world was even about. Not that Dean was all that knowledgeable. That wasn't really his cup of tea, but his friends liked to share, even when he didn't want them to.

Resigning himself to a hellish few days of large crowds and long, stressful hours, he tucked his schedule into his pocket. This was paying his way through college. It was just another few months and he'd be done. At least he'd be out of there before the next "50 Shades" movie came out!