A Lil Massage
Chapter 1 - A Lil Life
Authors Note - Entirely in Lilly's POV. Italics mean thoughts. Enjoy!
Disclaimer - I own nothing
My eyes slowly focus on the green blur across from me, what does that say? I squint to try and trick my brain that I'm still asleep, the vision clears up and I'm left staring at alarm clock flashing 8.48am Its only 8.48…8.48!! Agh!!! I jump up quickly and dive into the shower, after a world record shower I rush out of the bathroom hair still wet and begin to forage through my closet like I'm looking for the holy grail – Clean Clothes.
Surprisingly I find acceptable attire, I throw on my work clothes; white pants, white buttoned up long sleeved shirt and head out to my car, skipping breakfast to which my stomach completely disagrees with, I look down "Shut up! I was late because of you the last time" pointing to my growling stomach to which it stops "Ah good, things are finally looking up" I smile opening the car door. Once tied in I start the car which chugs into life eventually, I pat the dashboard "Good girl, good girl, come on we can do it" saying more to myself than to the car. I pull out and begin the drive to work, praying that there are no red lights as this car may not go again if stopped.
"Stay green, stay green, green, green! Green! Green!" I plead pushing the steering wheel through the windshield as the car struggles along, "Come on! Come on!" passing the lights I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God!" only clear road til work now.
My job? I don't mind my job, its not exactly what I what to do but its close enough. I wanted to be a physiotherapist for a top sports team but money, time, luck and my own self-esteem/confidence weren't on my side. So I became a masseuse, which gets the same reaction whenever I tell some blokes - a smile and a wink, do they not realise that I said masseuse not hooker or prostitute, masseuse is not codeword for something else, well not in my book anyway. Women's reaction? It depends, if you're my mother bad reaction.
I arrive on time for a change, which leaves a look of surprise on my bosses face when I walk past her to the check in point Yeah! Suck on that! Mrs. Punch-in-on-time-or-I'll-punch-you-out-on-time!
"Hey Oliver, how you doing?" I ask my friend of the last 18 years.
"Hey Lils, it's going good, me and Joannie are getting more and more excited as the big day draws near," he turns in his swivel chair.
"I can't believe you two are getting married, your only 23," still not believing they are actually going to do it.
"Hey when it's right, its right. Don't worry you'll find it someday," an almost pitying look coming across his face.
"What was that? I'm not worried; I'll find it when I'm looking for it, OKAY!" hands on my hips.
"Alright calm down! I'm only winding you up," holding up his hands.
"Look shut up and hand me my schedule for the day."
He looks around his desk searching for my list of clients for the day.
"Come on Oliver you need to be more organised," I say tongue in cheek.
His face now sketched with surprise, "YOU are telling ME to be more organised? YOU?" emphasising each of his words.
"Just winding you up," I smile evilly.
"Uh-huh right here's your timetable for the day," handing me a sheet of clients names.
"Thanks see you later," I mumble too busy reading the names and walking away to my work locker.
Reaching my locker, I put in my combination and open the door letting sheets of paper and random junk fall out, "Damn it!" I pick up the stuff from the floor along with my bag which contains my pack lunch for the day and ram them into the small space while closing the locker door, straining until I eventually hear the click of the closed locker. "Phew! Someone should really tidy that up. Right where was I? oh yeah…right I've got a bloke called Tony first, then someone called Jaymes, then a girl called Soph, then LC-T who's that? Oh Lunch-Time! Then after that I've got a woman called Jen and finally a Mr. Fish…huh what's his first name Jelly!" I look around, "Pity no-one is near me when I'm unbelievably funny."
"Lilly? Lilly!"
"Over here."
"You got a last minute calculation, Mr. Fish won't make it."
"Gone back to the ocean has he? Huh?! Huh?!" I nudge his arm with my elbow and smile at my joke.
"You're not as funny as you think."
My smile retreats, "Go away now Oliver."
"Here's your replacement," he hands me a small piece of paper with a name on it and goes back to the check in desk.
"Please don't be who I think it is, please, please, please, pl-" I look down at the name in my hands, "Damn...Miley Stewart," I crumble up the paper and throw it across the room, my head falls to my hands, "Damn, Damn, Damn"
I get up and start pacing the room, "What's her deal?! This is the 5th day in a row! How tense can a girl get?! I'm not the only masseuse here! I should get one of my fellow colleagues to take her off my hands…literally!"
But then you'll get jealous
"Shut up brain!" I smack my forehead with my hand, "Ow! Lilly you idiot your hitting yourself! And who am I talking to? I swear I'm losing it and it's all because of this-this Miley," I clench my teeth at the name "No I can do this, I'm a professional."