The Quest to Happiness

CHAPTER 2

God, I hated this chapter...hopefully it's better now.

I burst out of my toilette cabin with the bag in one hand. I let my bag down next to me and looked at myself in the mirror. Alright, my outfit was badass sexy. I had black tights where the skin shines through, which had a slightly ripped appearance, and some high wasted shorts, which were very short—a black and dark pink patched boyfriend shirt loosely on top of the silver spiked black bra. Tiffany burst out of her cabin too. She wore some shorts and a black fishnet top where her neon orange bra shone through. Well, hello there, she looked hot too.

"Wait, a second, I will do your make up." She said while she got her black pumps out and put them on.

Then she made me some smokey eyes and gave me some dark pink lipstick. She did the same makeup for herself, just with a blue eye shadow. I styled hair in a dramatic hair flip to the side, which I secured with hair spray. Simultaneously, Tiffany styled her hair in some complicated hairdo, which looked a little over the top but kind of worked.

When we came out, the boy's mouths dropped to the floor.

"Oh my..." Conner gasped.

"God?!" James finished with the what-the-actual- fuck tone.

"Watch and learn," Tiffany stated. We are totally selling ourselves here, was what I thought to myself.

"Well, you can count on that. I'll watch," Conner admitted smirking.

"Ugh," I mumbled and followed Tiffany into the little hotel.

The hotel was cheap and not luxurious. We chose this hotel because the workers were more likely to be more unprofessional to be seduced by us by this act.

We walked in and spotted the two men behind the counter. Bingo.

One guy didn't look so bad, but the other one wasn't exactly my type. The okay-looking guy yawned in boredom.

Tifanny and I stalked over to them.

"Hi," Tifanny greeted, and they both looked at her, and immediately you could see that they liked what they saw.

The not-so-hot guy pulled the other boy backward, trying to get her attention alone. "It's okay, I will handle it from her. Go get some food. You deserve it," he told the 'boy' who was around 20, while he was basically almost dropping over the counter. It was actually gross.

"So what can I do for you?" He asked Tiffany, flashing his yellow teeth.

The boy pushed the around forty-year-old guy away.

"You said, I do the clients. And you probably are illegal." He argued with the other guy.

"What's the problem?" I asked as I walked up to them and looked at my fake plastic nails.

The younger one looked at Tiffany and me like he couldn't believe what he saw until he finally settled his eyes on my spikey bra.

"Eh..eh..." He composed himself. The older, taller guy threw his arm over the other's shoulder like they were best friends, even though I knew it was to make him look cooler now that he knows he doesn't have to share. Even grosser. Guys can be so disgusting sometimes.

"So babes, what do you want?" the older one asked.

"Well, we want to have a room, but, you know, we don't have enough money." Tiffany pouted slightly to show her sadness.

"Oh, don't worry, babe, we will just pretend you paid the bills. It'll do," the older dude said with a smirk.

"Just pay cash. And we'll pretend you never were here."