The only thing Roxanne "Roxie" Robinson wants is the ability to finally move on from the only man she's ever loved. However, that's easier said than done when the woman he left her for is her monster of a step-sister. She's been gone from home and e...
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Roxie's POV
My feet still ached from the numerous hours we spent looking through the racks at various lingerie stores and trying many, many things on. There wasn't a single time in my life that I could recount ever owning a pair of nice, matching underwear.
I bet Tori has an entire closet full of expensive lingerie.
That's probably another reason why Jedrek left you.
Aaaaand there goes my somewhat good mood.
I rolled over on Khloe's guest bed - which was worlds comfier than my bed at home - and stretched. I peeked at the clock on my phone, noting that it was seven at night meaning I had plenty of time to get ready for my first shift at nine. Yeah, my normal work hours being from nine to three am is going to take some getting used to.
"WAKE UP, GIRL! IT'S TIME TO CAKE OUR FACES!" Khloe screamed excitedly as she ran into the guest room and jumped on top of me. I groaned loudly as she landed on me before flinging her off. She giggled her head off before shaking her arms comically, unable to contain her happiness.
"You can use my products because your face needs to last the whole night," she said before dragging my still half-asleep body into her massive bathroom. I sighed in content when she rolled out her drawers and opened her train case. Her bathroom was like a personal makeup store.
I squealed girlishly at the prospect of using products I'd been drooling over for months but were never in my budget. We cranked the music, singing at the top of our lungs as we got ready.
I couldn't remember the last time I felt this happy. Surely it was before the breakup.
Nope. None of those thoughts tonight I told myself before forcing my mind back in the moment. When we were done curling our hair and applying fake eyelashes, Khloe pulled out one of the numerous shopping bags from earlier today and began to lay everything out. I watched her with amusement as she analyzed everything with extreme intensity.
"Laugh and smirk all you want, but there's serious science behind the outfit you wear and the outcome of your career. Here's the thing, we have some seriouslyamazing pieces, but we can't reveal those justyet. What you wear and how you act on your first night is crucial. If you show up in the most revealing, sexy thing in your closet and don't play hard to get at all, then you'll be forgotten in an instant. Most of our male clients - and even the majority of our female clients - want a chase - and it all starts with catching their eye. You start by giving them a sneak peek of what you have to offer. Some cheeky booty action, a hint of sexy side boob, a little leg here and there. You reel them in and make them wonder what you have under all that clothing. Then, you stroke their curiosity with subtle, yet flirty touches and conversations - if you're comfortable with that of course.
