𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒𝓈~

𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓇

The day was slow, as usual. It was a Friday morning. Shit was never busy on
Friday mornings. Marshall was cleaning off tables, he knew tonight it was going to be packed. He always cleaned the tables in the public room on Fridays and Saturdays. It was only 3 pm. Close to 5 he knew a lot more clientele would be around.

After a few minutes more of cleaning he decided he would go ahead and get ready. He put the wash rag up and made his way down the hallway to their rooms, he reached his room, at the very very end of the large hallway. It was a black door with a hanging sign that glowed "ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁" on it. He smiled and opened the door, walking into the hotel room sized bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

He spent a few minutes relaxing before finally deciding to get ready. He went into the bathroom, starting the shower water. He brushed through his ginger hair, staring in the mirror meeting his own juniper green eyes. With a small smirk, he bit his full bubblegum tented lip.

Once the water was warmed up he slowly started to strip out of his clothes, stripping his black "bad bitch" crop top, his black mini skirt and bubblegum boxers.

He stepped into the shower feeling the hot shower water caress his soft pale skin. As he tilted his head slightly to the right to feel the water drip on his neck, he sighed.

His bubblegum pink loofah hung on the wall of his shower, he grabbed it covering it with his cherry body wash. He realized as he let the now cherry scented loofah lather the pink soap all over his body.

Grabbing his strawberry shampoo, he took much more than the recommend nickel size amount and lathered the soap through his hair.

He finished his warm shower, stopping the water. He grabbed his towel wrapping it around him and stepping out into the red mat.

The bathroom door unlocked as he stepped out, starting to dry himself off. Finally he was dry, he threw the soft towel on his bed, grabbing a pair of black laced panties slipping them on, checking the time. 3:57. Wow, he had taken way too long in that shower.

He giggled quietly to himself as he went to his closet, he picked out a pink crop top with the word "𝒷𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓂" inside a black rectangle plastered on it. As well as picking out a black fucking booty shorts, that showed up to the top of his thighs. He smiled and slipped on a pair of white fishnets under his skirt.

His white vanity sat in the corner of his room. He made his way over to it and sat down on the bedazzled black stool. Getting a headband, he pulled his hair back as he started to apply makeup. He did light pink and grey eyeshadow with a cut crease, and covered the cut with tiny gems. Once he decided his eyes looked good enough he moved onto his lips.

For his lips, he picked out a dark maroon color matte liquid lipstick. He took the applicator out of the pot and started to apply the lipstick to his soft lips. He worked on his eyeliner as his lips dried. He went for a simple black wing.

Soon after his eyeliner was finished his lips were dry. He grabbed his glossy clear lipgloss applying it on top of the matte lipstick. He caught a glimpse of his full face in the mirror and smiled before looking back into his smaller magnifying mirror.

Once everything else was done, he took a light pink blush and brushed it against his cheeks, adding a bit of highlighter to his nose and cheeks.

He caught his reflection in his full sized mirror and smiled. His makeup was finished, he stood up and slipped on his black socks and over the knee high black heels.

As he stared at himself in the mirror he felt a feeling of disgust. But, he quickly brushed it off. Huh uh! No! You're a bad Bitch. He smiled at the thought. Slowly, he made his way out of the room. Walking back down the long hallway to the main room.

While walking he heard moans and screams from his co-workers Tia's room. "Damn, she's getting some" he giggled and kept walking until he reached the main room.

Upon entering he saw how crowded the main room was. He reached into his pocket grabbing a cherry sucker taking the wrapper off and popping it into his mouth. After he made his way over to his boss, telling him he was starting his shift.

Then he was off.