The Curve

Four

Destiny

I walk into the building with a new found freedom. I no longer work here. My freedom isn't from this place though. Through the past few years, I've made friends here. Like Dernale the guard. I show him my badge and speak.
"Hey D."
"Hey, Destiny."
"She still hasn't popped yet."
His wife was in her last few weeks of pregnancy. She use to work here too, but her pregnancy was a rough one. I always ask about her to see how she was doin'. And I really wanted to see the baby pictures.
I'm gonna have to get his info on my way out. Find out what hospital she's gonna have them at. I head towards the elevators and go to the top floor for the final time. Everyone's gone so it's really dark on the floor. I hate the dark, so I hurry through, speed walking to my desk. I don't pay attention to the fact that his office is lit. I don't realize he was still here until it's too late.

"You're late." His deep voice scares the shit out of me. I jump back almost tripping over my feet. He looks at me with a blank face.
"We have a meeting to get to" he says turning off the lights in his office. Shutting the door behind him.
"But sir.."
"I don't accept your resignation, Destiny" he tells me.
"Now let's go" he says
"Um HELL NO!
Just because you don't except it doesn't excuse the fact that I do quit." I tell him.
I roll my neck hands on my hips. I have had it with this man. I don't work for him anymore. I can talk back now.

He looks me up and down. His eyes slowly gaze over me.
"Destiny. It's in your best interest to not argue with me" he says calmly.
He pulls at his cuffs all while staring me down. I think twice about talking back to him now. His persona leaves no room for my protest. 

I swear I won't take shit from anybody, then this asshole comes in and takes over. And I let him. I start off wanting to give him a piece of my mind and end up doing what he says. I walk and he follows. When we get outside he has a town car waiting. He opens the door and I slide in.

"We'll have to make a stop to get you something to wear." He tells me when he gets in after me. He was really getting on my nerves. I didn't even know there was suppose to be a dinner tonight. I stay quiet. I'm about ready to go off on him. He can't just tell me I can't quit. I know damn well he knows why I can't work for him anymore. He can go around and act like last night didn't happen but I know it did. I look over and he's typing away on his phone. His big body looks cramped and this is an escalade that we are in. That's what he gets. I won't dare say something as petty out loud,  but my thoughts are safe.

Soon enough we stop in front of a little shop, Lexi's.
We're at the wrong place.
"I think you have me all wrong" I turn to him. "I can't fit nothing in this place." I turn back to the shop looking in the windows. This place is where skinny girls be getting they shit. I got too much meat on my bones for anything in this place. 

Shawn gets out of the car.
He waits for me.
If he wants to be like that. He going to see. This was a waste of time.
We go in and we're greeted by a really pretty woman. Her brown hair flowed around her face. Her dress was super tight, I'm surprised she can even breathe. Her bright red lips are in a big smile.
"SHAWN!" she says walking up to him. She doesn't seem to see me.
"Are they ready, Francesca?" he stays on topic.
She doesn't seem to get the message. She bats her mascara coated lashes, touching his arm.
"They sure are" she sighs out. Hoe.
"I'm on a tight schedule, so it would be nice if we got this show on the road." He was getting annoyed.
She arches her perfectly trimmed eyebrow. Finally, lookin' over at me. She looks me up and down.
"Francesca!" he snaps out.
She turns on her nine-inch heels and leads the way.
She walks up to the dressing room. Gesturing to a rack with three dresses. A long red one. A short green one and a long black strapless.
All very pretty. All very expensive.
"As you've requested." Francesca says.
He nods his head. Not even looking at the dresses or her.
"Leave us" he orders while looking down at his phone. She looks shocked, then her pretty face twists up into a pissed off mug. She looks at him, then at me. Giving me the stank face she storms out.
I look up at him as he walks over to the bench and takes a seat. His big size makes even the normal size things look like its children's toys.
"Um, Mr. Sanders. I can't afford any of this."
He looks up and rolls his eye.
"Try them on Destiny," he orders me. Y'all, now sometimes I do wanna choke this man, but do I do what he says? Yes. Yes, I do.

Shawn

She grabs the black one first. I bought these dress imagining how good she would look in them. I was so nervous. I mean I wasn't going to accept her rejection even if she tried, but still. I still got anxious thinking about it. 
After an acceptable amount of time for her to have the dress on I call out her name. I hope she didn't think she was gonna try on these dresses without my seeing them on her. She comes out.
My dick twitches.
The dress is hugging her everywhere. The sweetheart neckline showed off her perfect tits. She glowed. I put my hand up and silently tell her to turn for me. She does. God! She was beautiful. The dress did her justice. While I look at her ass, my memory from last night comes to mind. It's a no for tonight. I still want her to have it for later, but I won't have anyone looking at my future wife like that again. That was for me only.
"Next one." I tell her. She looks at me before grabbing the green one. Having her model dresses for me feels like the hardest part. But the night has just begun.

The next dress is no better. Its straps go around her neck and her back is out. It flows and stops at her knees. I like how this green goes on her skin. But it shows skin and I won't have it. Why the hell did I pick out these dresses again?  She was driving me crazy. 

"Go change into the next one," I breathe out. On the outside, I looked bored. But God she's was killing me. I wanted to eat her up. But when she comes out in the red one. It was over. The straps hung off of her shoulders. The bust hugged her and it flowed down to her feet. I wanted to tell her to take it the fuck off, no better yet I wanted to take it off for her. But on the other hand, I needed for her to keep it on. It was the only silk dress out of the three, and damn it fit her good. It flowed down her curves like water. The red against her skin was a fucking sin. I don't say anything I get up and walk to her. She shudders under my steady gaze. I can tell she wants to look elsewhere but she doesn't. I bring my hand up to her shoulder. And slowly push her hair back. I lick my lips and think about kissing her skin. But I don't. I reach down behind her and pick up the two dresses and her regular clothes. And walk out of the dressing room with her still standing there.
I walk over to a pouting Francesca. She's standing there with black red bottoms and two other shoe boxes. And because of the way she was looking at Destiny earlier. She won't have this job by the morning. She should have thought twice before doing that.

I walk out the door and hold it open for Destiny. She walks out smiling. This is a good sign. This makes me hope that tonight goes smoothly.