I don't own Twilight … or the characters. Would never claim to!
I wipe my damp forehead with the back of my hand, wet strands of long brown hair sticking to my neck, while shooting a dirty glare at the room in front of me. Cigarette butts lay haphazardly on the floor next to the boxes of takeout that are currently smelling up the room. The thick smell of sex and regret, just an encore to the rotten food.
"Only nine more rooms," I chant to myself before snapping on the latex gloves.
This is my life. My name is Bella Swan and I am a twenty year old college student.
I have good grades, a great family, and think of myself as a pretty smart girl, but my summer job? Sucks ass.
My dad owns a little motel in the middle of nowhere Iowa, and lucky little me gets to be the maid. And when I say a motel, I really mean one of those sketchy little places that people come for a 30 dollar bed. The Fuck and run type. … I can't even begin to tell you how much sperm I have mopped up, and this is only the second week.
We also get the 'worker men.' The guys who stay with us months at a time, which is great for business, but they are dirty as hell. I don't think the carpets in these rooms will ever be the same again.
I guess I can't complain too much. I get to work at 6 am, and am usually done by noon, giving me the whole day to hang out with my girls. These girls, might I add, are only the best people on this earth.
First there is Rose. With her long blond hair and her slightly stuck up nose, some people might think she has what we Iowans call the "bitch face." That girl you see and say, "DAMN … Look at that bitch." But I'm not going to lie, I hear you say that, and I will mess up your face.
She has to be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. 5'8" and boobs that don't stop, she is never without a man attached to her side. Can you blame her? I must confess that I live my sex life, 100% through her. Some of the stories she tells can almost make me cum. God bless my Rosy.
But it's not all looks, she has got the brains too, lucky bitch. She is currently going to pharmacy school and will graduate next year. This summer she is working next door to me at Mike's pharmacy. Mike is a perv, but he pays well, so Rose sticks it out.
Next there is my lil Alice. Put us together and I look 750 times bigger than I am. I am serious, this girl is petite … in every sense of the word. And energy? Good God this girl. She is up at the butt crack of dawn, no coffee or anything, and is the happiest little shit I have ever seen! I swear she will be the death of me.
It is crazy though, unlike Rose, get her around a man and she clams up like a straight man's bunghole. We have tried to set her up, Rose and I, but she has never gone out in her life. Al thinks I am crude, the way I talk about men, but good lord, loosen up. It is just a freakin penis. How can she ever get near one if she can't even say the word?
Alice is helping to run the towns daycare this summer. I am so fucking jealous. My major? Elementary Education. Hers? PR major. I should be with kids instead of this hot hellhole.
Speaking of which …
My hands grip the toilet brush harder, taking all my frustrations out on the toilet in front of me, water splashing up the sides and onto my favorite Led Zeppelin shirt. Perfect.
As I finish up the room, I turn the air conditioner off and open the curtain only to see four of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life. No. Fucking. Shit. I know they can't be from around here … Iowa just doesn't grow them this good.
I try and sneak out of the room with as much dignity a girl can have with "The Works" soaking into their skin, surely eating through the first few layers of my flesh, but I knew it couldn't be that easy. Not with my track record for tardism.
The tip of my foot suddenly catches the vacuum I sat right outside the door, and I take quite the tumble. Luckily I manage to not mess up my face with the sidewalk by falling into the nice 'soft' grass right beside it. Super.
I jump right up, this being a minor mishap compared to my previous misfortunes, and dust off my now dirt clad legs. The grass, having already stained my kneecaps with dark angry marks, would have to just stay there until I can get a shower.
That's when I hear the deep laughter bellowing out about 20 feet behind me. I feel the heat rush to my cheeks, knowing they are now dark red, but I refuse to let these stupid beautiful men get to me.
My head jerks in their direction, eye squinted in a dark glare. Surprisingly, they all shut up, looking everywhere but me. All but one.
My eyes lock onto the bronze haired pretty boy who still has a slight smirk on his face, eyes roaming over his sharp features. I catch myself having to hold back a moan. Did I mention how hot these people were? The type of guys you see and you have no control over your hormones? Damn.
I can't let them get to me, I am way too embarrassed for that.
"Thanks. I really love the gentlemen type," I bite out with a snarl, whirling around to stalk off to the next room on my list.
Luckily, it just happened to be the room of my new friends. Their room is a hold, meaning I just have to offer them clean towels, make their beds, and get the fuck out of there.
I turn back around to face the music. Stalking my way over to them, I balance my laundry basket on one hip and plant my hand on the other one. Four sets of eyes were seemingly watching my every move.
"Do you guys need my services?" I ask in my polite maid voice.
The big brown hair guy lets out a girly giggle, nodding quickly, while the John Wayne looking guy elbows him right in the gut. Thank you John, your pervy friend had it comin.
My biggest fan, Mr. bronze hair himself, takes a step toward me … Well hello Mr. Green Eyes. *Swoon*
"Actually yes, we have some trash and could use some new towels ….," he is still talking, but I am having just the hardest time paying attention. My eyes are glued on his mouth, captivated by its movements. I'm certain that I am blushing when I see his tongue dart out to wet his lips. Oh what I bet that tongue could do. Wow I need to get laid ….
"Uh, Miss?" my mystery hotty brings me out of my lewd daydream. Busted.
"Y-yes," I stutter, "I will be in and out in five minuets, you guys can just wait out here," I say, gesturing to the truck bed they are leaning on before quickly walking into their room. And fuck is it a mess.
I get to work right away, my thoughts never leaving my pretty tenants while I make their beds. Two beds, four guys. Ahhh. Gay. Duh. Everything makes sense in my world again. I just knew that such beautiful men had to be too good to be true.
I finish up the room hastily and load up all their garbage in my basket before turning off the light. A gleam catches my eye and I turn to see what it is, but it is just the mirror. I can not help but stare at myself. My dull brown bun wet with sweat, black running slightly down my eye from a poor choice of eyeliner, and my outfit dirty from my fall. Now I know why those guys were staring at me … they were wondering if I smelled as awful as I look. Fuck.
I swat at my eye make up and re-put up my hair, needing to feel somewhat presentable, before stepping back out into the Iowa humidity.
"You are good to go!" I say with a genuine smile on my face. There is a mutual 'thank you' that rings through the air as I walk by and into the next room. I must confess that the rest of my day is absolutely amazing from here.
I am able to watch who I now call "my boys" play football in the front yard for the rest of my work day. I should feel like a creeper for watching them through motel windows all day, but if you are going to look that good, just get over it and accept your fate: Creepers will eye rape you, even if you are gay. I am pathetic.
Because of all my distractions I end up leaving work at about 2pm, climbing into my old clunker truck and starting her up with a roar. I lean down to adjust my radio when I hear a loud bang on my windshield. I see my cowboy and the dark skinned muscle man running this way, shouting apologies through my open window before fighting over the football that just hit my truck. Guess they threw the football a little too hard, good thing my truck is a beasty.
I wave at them, having them all smile my way and wave back. All but my green-eyed god, as he is nowhere to be seen. For some reason, it bothers me to not know where he is.
As long as all my eye candy is around, maybe this won't be such a bad job after all.