I have no idea where this story idea came from only that I've been meaning to write it for a long time now. Seeing as how I'm improving on my writing, I'm gonna get serious with this one so look out! This is rated M. I have warned you. I own nothing enjoy!
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The early morning light seeped in through the hotel room's thick and opaque curtains just enough to wake the blonde woman who was sprawled out on the king-sized bed. Her head rose just enough to see that it was daylight and slumped back down into the mass of pillows. She was completely aware that she needed to get things done that day; she had a reunion to attend that evening. Not that she was planning on impressing her old high school class mates, but it wouldn't hurt to show up with groomed fingertips and waxed eyebrows to at least look like she'd accomplished something in life. She pulled her head out of the mound of pillows again, this time dragging herself out from under the covers of the knotted up sheets and blankets. She readjusted her pajamas, what she considered pajamas; lacy panties and a skimpy tank top, and headed toward the hotel bathroom.
Rima had already raised the white flag before she saw her tangled blonde locks in the mirror, she knew that it was just better to wash it anyway. She stripped naked and hopped in the shower, letting the steamy hot water melt away her morning crankiness. Whatever hotel she'd picked, it had been a great one. What was the name of it again? Hirton, Himpton, Hilton? Her mind couldn't create enough consciousness to pick a name, she was too distracted by the shower that was currently jetting hot water on her back, all she knew was that it was fancy and cost a pretty penny. A pretty penny that she didn't have. With the help of parent's credit card, the room was paid in full, and the manicure, and the waxing, and the supply of food which consisted mostly of fast food cheese burgers. She wasn't the richest person in the world, and not the most successful either.
Admitting that she wasn't successful was something that she refused to do, she was stubborn like that. She'd had dozens of jobs; grocery bagging, valet parking, restaurant table waiting, the list went on and on, but she never found her calling. She had dabbled in comedy but ended up a failure and an embarrassment, she assumed that comedy was her future, her destiny; she'd loved it so much as a child that making people laugh came naturally. Her "Bala-Balance" knocked them dead every time. But it didn't last. She lost the title of "class clown" in her third year of high school because her comedy was too "childish" and was told by peers that it needed to mature. After that, she just stopped. Occasionally cracking a joke was the most comedy anyone was ever going to get out of her. She was still patiently waiting for her calling to find her. She thought going to the reunion and listening to her past class mates stories of success would inspire her.
The mirror of the bathroom was fogged up when she stepped out of the shower, a paddle brush awaiting her on the counter. She carelessly wrapped a towel around her lithe figure, tying it tight to make sure that it wouldn't fall off. Taking a deep breath, she moved on to her hair, picking up the brush and shutting her eyes tightly, awaiting the pain that usually came with brushing her hair. Soon after the brushing came the hair-drying, not the worst part but it took an incredibly long time. It was another hour before she exited the bathroom, the towel now beginning to droop. The towel dropped, leaving Rima stark naked. She could care less, the curtains were shut and a "Do not disturb" sign was hanging on the doorknob of her room.
A purple and gray striped sweater with dark blue skinny jeans topped with a beige pea coat and white scarf made up her apparel for that day. Slipping on her gray fur-lined boots, she slipped out the door of hotel room 1309, took a confident puff of air and pressed on to the salon.
The hallway and the elevator were full of familiar faces, faces she felt like she knew but couldn't exactly remember the names of all of them.
Except one.
Just as she was walking through the lobby, headed for the door. A shade of extravagant indigo-purple locks caught her eye. She stopped abruptly, she hadn't seen that hair since high school.
"Rima?" She hadn't heard that voice either. She was tempted to turn around, but no. She wouldn't give into him again. Never again.
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