"Hey hooker, wake up!" Blair yelled at me through my door. My eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light. I turned my head over to the right and noticed a scantily clad man lying next to me. I laughed slightly, because I had almost forgot about him. I slid out of bed and into my bathroom, quickly turning on the shower and stepping in. I let the water wash over me, attempting to erase my sins.
I do this a lot you see. One night stands. I'm not sure why I do it, for fun perhaps. Lucy thinks I'm just lonely and when I find the right guy I'll stop. I guess that's true and until then I'm just having fun. Lucy and Blair are my best friends. We share an apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan, and I guess you could say they're used to random men popping in and out of the apartment. It's somewhat of an ongoing joke between us. It's not like I'm a prostitute or anything. I just have my fun and send them on their way, and it sure as hell beats being alone.
I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around myself before stepping in front of the mirror. I grabbed the brush on the counter and pulled it through my long blond hair letting my curls straighten out only momentarily. I wrapped a towel around my damp hair and stepped into my walk-in closet to pick out my clothes for the day. I fingered through my rows of skirts until I found the one I was looking for: my black pencil Marc Jacobs skirt. I picked out a navy tank top and a black Chanel blazer to put on top. I dressed quickly and examined myself in the mirror. I went back over to my counter and blew my hair dry before adding product to make my perfect curls stay that way. I applied make-up to finish my look. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds deciding I looked presentable. I picked out a hair of black stiletto pumps, and grabbed my Chanel purse as I glanced at the clock noticing it was 6:30 already. I figured I should wake up what's his face now. He jumped awake as soon as I poked him. I would be more...delicate, but I don't want to be late for work. He got up and got dressed in the clothes from last night. I left him in my room as I went into the kitchen to find Blaire and Lucy. Lucy handed me a muffin and gave me a knowing smile. I laughed as random man walked out of my room.
"Hey there, so what number are you?"
Blair joked and Lucy let out a snort. He cocked his eye brown
confusedly, but shook his head ignoring it.
"Do you want a
bagel or something? It's the least we can do." Lucy said
offering him a baked good. He shook his head 'no' obviously unaware
of the situation he had gotten himself into. He turned to me and
spoke, "So I had a great time last night. Can we do it again?"
He asked kind of awkwardly since Lucy and Blaire were standing right
there.
"Oh yeah, leave me your number and I'll call you."
I smiled and he wrote down his number on a piece of paper. As soon as
he left Lucy and Blair started to crack up.
"What was his
name Jen?" Blair asked with a crooked smile.
"I have no
idea, " I laughed, "Lets just go to work." I replied
throwing the piece of paper in the trash can on the way out of the
apartment.
The three of us all work for Vogue magazine. I
work in the styling department, Lucy works as the lead fashion
journalist, and Blair is the magazines lead fashion photographer.
Blair and I met four years ago when we were 18. I was just beginning
as a fashion stylist and I styled a photo shoot for her. We both met
Lucy when we started at Vogue two years ago. Ever since then we have
been inseparable. We hailed a cab and in about 10 minutes we had
arrived outside of the office. We went to starbucks next door first
and got our usual coffees before heading into work. Today was a very
odd day for us because all three of us would be working, somewhat,
together on a band that was coming in. We entered the lobby and
headed upstairs into the Vogue offices.
"See you in 20
loves." I said as we all parted toward our separate office
areas. When I set my things down it was almost 7am, and Raul, my very
gay style intern, was bitching about how he didn't know what these
'rocker' boys were supposed to wear.
"Raul, breath."
I said as I put my hands on his shoulders and he took a deep breath.
"Okay well we have these stars coming in an hour and I
couldn't remember where you told me you put the sketches of their
outfits for the shoot today, so I was freaking out." He spewed
quickly and I laughed.
"Next time call me. It's fine, I know
where they are and I already have some of the clothes laid out. Who
are the guys anyways?" I asked as we began to walk into the
Vogue closet to get the clothing.
"I don't know...some
brothers. Apparently they are super excited to see all the clothes,
and especially the shoes, for the shoot today." He shrugged. I
raised an eyebrow. "Gay?" I asked. "Who knows these
days honey." I giggled slightly pulling out the notepad with
their sizes on it.
I grabbed three Armani suits for them, as
well as a series of Marc Jacobs vests and tailored pants for a
slightly more casual look. Finally I picked out a few looks from Ed
Hardy, just to have a variety of style when they arrive. I'm not sure
what they look like, or like in general so who knows. Plus you never
know with these 'rock star' types. My cell phone buzzed in my jacket
pocked and after seeing it was Lucy I answered it.
"So the
talent has just arrived. Sense my excitement?" She joked.
"Oh
yes you sound oh so thrilled. What's happening first? Your interview
or the photo shoot?" I questioned.
"You're first with
the styling and then me, and then B's shoot." She answered.
"Okay well I've got to go, they must be close Raul just
started to hyperventilate." I laughed.
"Oh boy, make
sure he keeps breathing or else those boys won't be able to fall in
love with him." She jokingly advised. I hung up and grabbed a
tape measure throwing it around my neck before heading into the
dressing area to meet the stars. I wonder who these 'brothers' are
and why they're such a big deal.