"Latch"

Opportunity pt. 2

A couple of days and about 15 job applications later, I was just over it. I wasn't quite understanding why I was having such a difficult time finding work. Going to Magic City or The Cheetah Lounge to strip has even crossed my mind. I mean, afterall, I had the look and body for it, and from all the times playing around, dancing in front of the mirror with my older sister, I knew I would've gotten hired. That was really a last resort though. I couldn't even imagine what my mother would say if she had known that her daughter became one of Atlanta's hottest strippers.

Before I thought any further with that, I decided to text Myla to ask her for more info on that job. I came to the realization that I couldn't be picky and that the job was only temporary, so it couldn't hurt.

Being that it was early in the day, I immediately called the number Myla gave to me, and was told that I could go speak with August around 2pm.

I straightened up my apartment a little to kill time until I was ready to shower. After doing my hygiene, I lotioned &sprayed down in Pure Seduction, then put on some black leggings, a burgundy button up shirt, black knee length shoe boots &a jean jacket. I didn't feel like styling my hair, so I just wore it straight, grabbed my bag, keys, and headed out the door.

(*pic of August's house in media..... &no not his actual house lol*)

I arrived to August's house, after a 15 minute drive, and stood at the door while I waited for him to answer.

"Here goes nothin'.", I mumbled.

The door slowly opened and there stood August... with a cast on his right leg up to his knee, and allowing two crutches to support him.

Despite his minor "disability", I couldn't help but to get caught up in the moment of how attractive I thought he was. I quickly studied him before introducing myself. Tall, nice complexion, tattoos... and not for nothing, but I peeped his d*ck print through his basketball shorts. "Oh my.", I thought to myself.

"Hi. I'm Melanie.", I said, extending my hand for him to shake.

He held the crutch under his arm so that he was able to greet her. "I'm August. Come in."

I slowly followed behind August because I was nervous that I'd accidentally trip him or something, and that job opportunity would be out the window.

Once we were in his living room and he offered me a seat, I observed parts of the house and became comfortable of the enviornment I was in. "You have a really nice house.", I said. "Eh, once you see it everyday, it's just a regular house.", he chuckled. "But thanks! I am very much grateful for it."

He took his time sitting down, and placed his crutches on the side. "So tell me a lil bout yourself. ", he said.

I sat up straight and began to talk.

"Well, as you already know, my name is Melanie Porter. I go by Mel for short."

I noticed that August tensed up a little, but he continued to listen me as I spoke.

"I'm originally from New York. I moved here to Atl about 5 years ago. I've done some modeling, photo shoots, a few hosting gigs and what not, as well as retail and customer service. Umm... I'm a very humble and caring person...unless someone is on my bad side.", I said with a slight chuckle. "That's basically a little about me.", I shrugged.

He nodded his head. "I hear you. Cool! ...So, as you can see, I'm a cripple...temporarily doe. I'm not big on havin' just anybody in my crib, but right na I do need someone ta help me out around da house and what not.", he explained to me.

"May I ask what happened?. . .How'd you get injured? "

"I was horse playin around and tore a ligment in my calf...thought I was Lebron on the court.", he jokingly said. I gave a small grin and continued to listen to him.

"Well this cast should be off in a month or so, which is how long I'd need you around. I still got business and what not to tend to so I won't necessarily need you everyday, but I'll let u know. Whatever day you can't make it, it's not a problem. You're welcome to make yourself something to eat and I'm gonna show you a guest room you can chill in if you need it. I live here alone, but I do have company over sometimes. If you ever feel uncomfortable around anyone, just say the word. I ain't completely disabled, I can still function. My momma just thought it was best I have someone to help me around here a little. Everything else you'll figure out. I'm gonna pay you $450 a week. Is dat cool witchu? ", he explained.

I looked him directly in his eyes and nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, that's fine by me.". I smiled, and he smiled back.

After giving me the minor details, he gave me a little tour of the house so I'd know which room was which and where things are.