The traditional way to get a man
Like any other working day, today wasn't different. I was standing in front of my full-length mirror in the living room looking at my self. This time I comb my hair into a sleek high bun and actually put a little effort into my make up. A little which means all I did was use concealing powder and eyeliner. I had on a nice red dress that stopped at my knees and a cute little black wedge heel, turning sideways on regular intervals, "My stomach looks big" I complain.
"Uuugh!!" Trish yelled from the couch, "Again? Again, again again?!" She asked.
She got up out of the couch with a towel wrapped around her chest and headed into the bathroom while I was still there looking at how huge my stomach is and occasionally tucking it in.
"Here," she came backhanding me something in a plastic wrap that I slowly took from her milky hands while looking at her confused, before opening the package.
"A waist trainer?" I asked holding out the black high waist tights.
"Yes, now put it on and stop complaining about your stomach that ain't even showing" She grumbles into the couch. I smiled, I always wanted to get one but I was too ashamed to buy one at the mall. Just as I was going to leave the living room a second head pushed up from under the sheet on the couch.
"Morning" Trish fling said to me. Awkwardly smiling I asked, "When are you guys leaving again?" I asked, looking at Trish and when I said 'you guys' I meant her boy toy.
"Today for sure," He told me. Mr Sexy bodybuilder had been sleeping at my house for four nights straight. He did go home but whenever I am leaving for work he would just pop up his head from under the sheets on my couch.
"Alright..." I said slowly closing the door.
*
Oh boy, how I wish work was the same, "Kam, girl you are looking nice" One of the front end workers told me as I walk in. I smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' even though from the bottom of my heart I wanted to roll my eyes and keep walking.
"Did she lose weight on her stomach?" One mumbled a little too loud.
"Probably just a waist retainer," Another said. I wish I could hear the rest but I was already inside my office with my door closed.
They didn't say anything bad, no not even in the slightest tone, but I still felt embarrassed that my weight was the centre of attention and not me.
Maybe wearing this was a mistake.
The last customer left my office and before I could even breathe, Tamara walked in.
"Hey!!! sexy momma" she greeted me enthusiastically.
"What's up Tam" I smiled.
"I brought lunch," she told me.
"The usual?" I asked chuckling. She walked over to the customer's seat and carefully sat down.
"Yea," she told me taking out the fruit vegetable sandwich.
Tamara has been on a diet since she had her first child two years ago.
In my opinion, she didn't need it, she was perfect. She got all the right junk in all the right places.
"How is lulu," I asked taking a bite of my sandwich.
Bland...awful... Disgusting... That's healthy eating.
"Cute and adorable, but a headache," She told me tiredly.
"How about Jason?" I asked her. She got married to Jason a year after Lulu was born.
"I'm tired" she whined mimicking who's supposed to be Jason.
"I'm guessing he's no help at home huh?" I asked her while sipping a little of the green juice she brought me.
"Not one bit" She sighed. "Hey, don't get married, don't have kids cause the minute you do" she made a sickening sound while using her hands to 'cut ' her throat, "you're done".
Oh, trust me Tam that's not even possible.
But I just smiled and nodded my head.
Today was a lousy day and when I got home the house was clean fresh and lonely. I smiled.
It's been a while since I've done what I love most, walking around naked.
Yup, that's right, don't pretend that your not guilty...unless you don't have your room or house then too bad for you. Just like other's I love self-nudity. It's called self-nudity because I would be alone, naked.
"It's been a while..."
"You creep!" I yelled throwing a pillow at Trish.
She laughed. "I'm kidding, I didn't see anything!!"
"Oh whatever," I told her sitting up in bed.
"You know what?" She asked steering at me.
"What" I yawned.
"Let's get you laid... Tonight"
"What!" I yelled.
"I'm finished with sexy caramel," she told me..." and he is still here"
"Don't you dare!" I glared but she smiled making me know I fell right into her trap.
"Or we can go to the club you know the traditional way" she smirked.
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