This story is rated M. M stands for MAJOR Mature in this story. I've never done anything like this, and I'm kind of scared to do something like this, too.
But I thought, eh. What the heck? Why not..?
Please don't read if you cannot be mature. Please do not read and then send me hate mail saying this is too mature.
I warned you.
The first rubber bands I got were a red and an orange. The others were way beyond me.
"Hey, Jack," I turned around to see Kim.
"Hey," I said, still looking around cautiously. She noticed this and tried to see what I was looking at.
"What are you up to?" She asked.
"Nothing…" She gasped, and I knew she realized that I put on the rubber bands.
"Take those off!" She hissed and tried to grab my arm. I pulled it away and resisted my reflex to flip her. "They are bad."
I looked at her. "You don't think I know that?"
"Then why, exactly, are you wearing them?" She pulled me into a corner and began to trap me in.
I rolled my eyes. "For the same reason everyone else is wearing them: money."
"Ugh…" She put a hand to my forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Kim!" I smacked her hand away. "I'm fine."
"Then use your brain and take those rubber bands off!" She tried to take them off again. And I had to hold onto the locker behind me to suppress the feeling to flip her.
"No!" I eventually got her to stop. "I'm only wearing red and orange. Nothing bad."
"But you want to sell yourself? Sell yourself to people you barely know?" She raised an eyebrow. "Think about it."
I let go of the locker behind me as Kim stormed away, obviously pissed.
I had been doing this for a few weeks now, but Kim hasn't even noticed until now. Mainly because every other time I was ready to take off my rubber bands so she wouldn't see. She caught me off guard this time.
I sighed. Kim's right, but I need the money.
"Uh, excuse me?" I turned around to see a small girl. She was pretty. Probably in middle school.
"Yeah..?" I asked. She nervously looked around, and saw a group of girls her age, but bigger than her.
She gulped. "I was told I needed to talk to you."
"What for?"
"I need a job, and those girls over there said to talk to you."
I nodded and slowly started to walk around the girl, checking her over. I nodded again. "Okay. I have a job for you."
She smiled weakly. "What is it?"
"Do you see that store over there?" I pointed to the dollar store on the corner of the mall. She nodded.
"Go inside and buy one of each of these," I pointed to my bracelets. "I'll explain the system to you when you get back."
She nodded slowly and then ran over to the store. I sat down on one of the benches and took off my bracelets, showing that I was off the job for right now. I barely noticed a girl look at me sad and disappointed.
I smiled at her slightly, and put the bracelets in my hoodie pocket, letting her know I was keeping them. She smiled back and then turned away.
"I got them," I turned to see the small girl holding one of each of the bracelets.
"Okay, here's how this works," I put my hands on the table and she sat down on the other side. "You put on any of the bracelets, but only the ones you're willing to do."
"Do..?" She asked.
"Let me finish…" I looked at her. "You work for me, so stay loyal to me. You do the work, and I get you the people to work for. I make 1/3 of the money you make, and you get 2/3."
"But, what do I do..?"
"I'm getting to it," I looked at her sternly. "When someone wants to work for you, they snap a bracelet off your wrist. They pick the color, but only from the colors your wearing. So choose wisely."
"How do I know which ones to choose?" She looked at me, exasperated. I reached my hand out for her bracelets and she put them in my hand.
"This one," I put the red on the table. "Means you have to kiss whoever snaps it."
Her eyes widened, finally getting the main idea of the bracelets. "But…"
"Shh…" I told her. "If you want the money, listen."
She nodded and slumped a little bit.
"This one," I put the orange on the table. "Means you have to French kiss."
She scrunched her eyebrows together.
"Yellow…" I pun the yellow rubber band on the table. "Means you have to have sex with whoever snaps it."
"What!?" She stood up, her eyes wide.
"You don't have to wear them all. Just the ones you choose…" She seemed to calm a little and sat back down.
"This one..?" She took the blue one from my hand and put it on the table. "What is this one..?"
"Ugh…" I shook my head. "Almost my least favorite. Means you have to give and get an oral."
She raised an eyebrow. "What's that..?"
"Good…" I nodded, and she looked confused.
"This one," I cut her off before she could say anything and put the green rubber band on the table. "Is a mix of the yellow and the blue. Basically a one night stand."
She nodded and grabbed the purple like it was on fire. "This one..?"
"Means you have to do any of those, but with someone of the same gender."
She wiggled her nose and looked over at the trash can. I laughed a little, and she smiled at me. "The last one…"
I picked up the black one. I had never used any of these other than the red and orange. I had been asked and pleaded to put on any of the other ones, but I had refused. "Means that the person that's snaps it gets to pick anything."
"Anything..?" She asked.
"Anything they want."
… Should I continue this? I dunno… seems to, ya know..? I might… what do ya think?