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| Alarmingly Strange Stories |
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The Escape |
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| . At the meeting before the show, Denise was amazing. All the designers, or at least reps from the companies, were there. Everyone was talking about how great the New Year would be, transforming the face of fashion," I think they said. They say that every year, of course. But Denise fluttered among them all afternoon, showing her designs and passing out resumes like a tornado that puts everything back. I have to admit I felt proud, even though I really didn't know her at all. Still, she came from my store. I fucked her that night. I figured she'd be reluctant to get into it so early since we'd only just met days ago. But she was so excited from the show that she would've probably masturbated all night had I not been there. It wasn't bad. I guess it was good, but it's not like rockets went off or anything. Afterward, all she wanted to do was talk about her future. "I met soo many people today!" She was sitting up, letting the comforter slide into her lap. "Yeah, I know. You were really shining out there." "I'm gonna be big soon. I can feel it. Do you ever get that feeling, you know, that your life has just changed for the better." "Once, when I started my junior year of college. That's when I started getting heavy into my business classes. I realized for the first time that that's what I really wanted to do, you now. Before I was just taking the classes because I had to major in something and that left plenty of time for the parties." "Cool! That's how I feel right now!" Denise poked my arm in emphasis. I sat up, too. "That's great!" I faked a smile. I was very tired, but she was so energetic it was contagious. "I'm not sure I'm gonna go back with you. I mean, all the action's here, and I'm sure I'll be hired on soon. Everyone said they really loved my designs." "That's because they're good. Really. But you may not want to quit your job just yet. I mean, I'm sure all of the people we saw today have to talk things over with their bosses and human relations chair people and all that. And you'll need money to start out on." "Yeah," Denise stared down at the comforter. "But at least that way I'll also be able to get to know you better. I'm really glad you took me out here. I was starting to get bored with the job, you now? But I guess I can slug it out for just a little while longer." "I'm sure it won't take longer than a month or so for them to hire you on. And if you don't just wait at their door, they won't think you're desperate. And then they'll be more likely to cut you a good deal when you do get hired." Denise yawned, "I'm sure you're right. I'm tired all of a sudden. Do you want to go to bed?" "Sure," I shrugged. . |
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