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Chapter 7: A new job

So, it's official. You and Tom were now a couple. Have been for a couple days now. When you woke up that morning, you went out to interview for a few jobs. You interviewed for 3 jobs. One in which you were actually interested in, which was a clothing store. You waited a few days for them to call you back. Two of them shot you down and the one store you liked hired you. You were lucky to get the job you were actually interested in. It was a big name brand store. It was a Calvin Klein store. You were surprised that they actually hired you considering you had absolutely no experience whatsoever. But you went along with it and got dressed. You had no specific attire for this job, but you did need to dress relatively nice. Obviously. It was a Calvin freaking Klein store. It was a big brand of clothing so it was common sense to dress nice. 

You fed Dodge and gave him water before driving to the store and walking inside. It had music blasting everywhere and everything looked so expensive. They haven't told you what you were going to be doing but you were excited anyway. Once you were inside, you walked up to the front desk and talked to the lady standing behind it. She was tall, a bit on the older side, black hair with some grey streaks in it from old age. And she looked like a stern person. "Um, excuse me? I'm here for my job. No one told me what I'll be doing yet. I was hired yesterday."

She looked you up and down before responding. "Hmm, yes. Follow me." She lifted up a small door to let you in behind the desk and walked behind another door. It opened up into a room that looked like some kind of photoshoot room. You started getting really confused but kept following her. "Alright, here is your dressing room. And here is your-" 

You cut her off. "Dressing room? Um, what exactly is my job?"

"Have they not told you? Dear lord, what do I pay these people for?" She sighed. "You are going to be modeling clothing. Specifically beachwear and gowns." Your face went pale and your eyes widened in surprise.

"You mean I'm a-a model?" You gulped in nervousness. 

"That's right." 

"Um, sorry, but I didn't sign up to be a model. I signed up to like stock shelves or try to get customers to by the product. N-not to model clothes and have my picture taken in them." You protested.

"I mean you could stock shelves and stuff but being a model includes large amounts of money involved. Plus, that guy who interviewed you, was Calvin himself and he said that you had the perfect body for the job." She smirked. "If only he could look at me like that." She sighed, dreamily. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Calvin freaking Klein wanted you, you, too be a model. You had no idea that was him you interviewed with. You never knew what he looked like until this very minute. "So, are you in? Yes or no. We don't have all day. We have a tight schedule and if you think putting clothes on and taking pictures is easy. It's not. Not for a famous brand. If you say no, you can still work out there and.....fold the clothing."

"Um, well, how much does it pay?" You asked and she leaned in and whispered in your ear. Apparently, no one was supposed to know how much the models make. Your mouth dropped in a split second at hearing the pay. You would earn $50,000 per year if you worked here. "Uh, yes, yes I'll take the job." You said without thinking it through first.

"Great, head into the dressing room and try on the first article of clothing on the rack. Come out when you're done, we still need to do your hair and makeup. There will be other models posing with you in the photoshoot." She said and practically pushed you into the room. She closed the door with force and you stood there in awe. You didn't have any time to process what just happened and you wouldn't until you got home. You quickly went over to the rack and held it up to yourself in the mirror. It was a small, black one-piece swimsuit with the logo "CK" in the middle of it written in golden letters. This must cost a ton. Nothing you could afford anyway. You quickly took your other clothes off and dangled them over a chair then slipped on the expensive one-piece.