Authors Note: So this is just a two shot. It's something I've had in my mind for a while now and I wanted to get it out before I publish my multi chapter fic that I've been working on for a while aswell.
The story behind is this fic is basically just my life. I work at a kids party venue, my cousin owns it and there are many attractive mother's that step through the door. So by writing this I'm kind of ridding myself of sexual frustration haha, enjoy :)
p.s sorry for any grammatical errors or mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
I had been working as a children's party host for almost two years now. The kids weren't so great, but their mom's were ridiculously hot. Milf after milf stepped into my work and every time I'd catch myself staring and accidentally paint over some 6 year olds eye. They'd shriek and catch me out of my daze before I could divulge fully in the amazing view.
Ofcourse I'd apologize and put on my best fake sincere voice. I'd greet the parents with a lopsided grin and a cheery 'hello', because that's what I was basically paid to do. I had to act happy for my job even if I had the worst head ache or stomach cramps or if Lord Tubbington and I just got into a fight.
That was when I was at my worst.
I just started my second shift of two parties today and the birthday girl had arrived. The parents were lovely of course because they didn't have a clue of how we run the place. My boss gave them a tour while I showed the birthday girl the karaoke machine and art.
After a few minutes, more kids started filing in. I was busy fiddling with my paint brushes when she came through the door. She had a child in her arms, a little boy aged about 5.
I had seen milfs before, but I was actually looking at this one. I couldn't tear my damn eyes away.
Her long brunette waves, tanned skin and mocha eyes caused a storm in my heart that was ready to elevate into a hurricane. I had to run to the bathroom for a second to splash water on my face in case I passed out. When I stepped out of the bathroom I saw that she was conversing with a few other mother's but not really looking all that amused. She looked more interested in the coffee machine set up behind the kitchen bench.
I decided to walk over there, pretending to sort out some cutlery so maybe she'd notice me.
She didn't. She was just staring into space while some small brunette with a huge nose and ass to match bantered on about some new Streisand song.
I wasn't at all prepared for a woman this beautiful to come to my work. She looked young, so maybe she had been one of those teen moms. Maybe her boyfriend is in jail, or maybe she has a happy life with her husband of three years.
Or maybe she's like me.
My boss was sending me this weird look and I realised I had a job to do. As I swiftly made my way through bodies of small children, I took a glimpse towards the tanned brunette who now looked even more unamused and caught up in her thoughts. I sighed and continued walking in the direction of the paint.
Of course I had to get paint on one girl's pretty princess dress. Only me. She didn't seem as annoyed as her mother though, who carried her child away and shot daggers at me. My eyes widened and I backed away a little, before hearing a giggle emitting from someone's lips. Well it wasn't a giggle as such, more of a throaty chuckle.
Regardless, it was fucking sexy.
Indeed, as I turned to clean my brush, I noticed the tanned brunette pursing her lips at me and shaking her head. It didn't seem like she thought of me as some dumb high school kid - although I had graduated a year ago- who only got this job because my cousin is the boss. She seemed amused, for the first time.
I shied away from her stare and continue cleaning off the rest of the brushes. It was the kids turn to paint and they all scurried around the art table. I heard some rushed footsteps as I was writing the names of the children on the back of their art work. When I turned around I saw a slimmer of chocolate brown waves disappear behind the bathroom door. It slammed behind the woman but I seemed to be the only one to notice.
My eyebrows furrowed, but only for a moment, as my boss tugged on my shirt and told me to finish writing names. I got down to the little boy who came in with the brunette and he had amazing skills for his age. All of the other kids painted completely outside the lines.
"Hey buddy, can I write your name on that?" I asked him just as he started mixing up all of the colours and giggling.
"I don't know, can you?"
Woah. This kid has an attitude. He probably gets it from his mom. Speaking of which I haven't seen her in a while. Not that we're best friends and it'll be like a reunion as she emerges from the toilet.
Hearing the way this kid speaks makes me want to talk to his mom even more. If she's feisty, I'd let her do all kinds of thi-
"Harry."
I shook my head really quick, forcing my brain to remember what this kid just said his name was. I took his artwork and wrote 'Harry' on the back of it. When I handed it back to him he grinned really wide, like he was teasing me and my stupid job. He was a cute one though, not as bad as some other boys we've had come in.
Lots of the kids hadn't had their face painted yet, most of them not wanting too. Including Harry. Maybe I could keep him back when the other kids go to the party room upstairs, just so his mom will have to stay as well. I don't sound like a psycho stalker at all, right?
"Brittany," I whip my head around to face my boss. "Please put the artwork aside to dry."
I nod and gather up the artwork, also telling the kids to line up near my boss. They seem excited when they mingle with each other, but as soon as we start talking they lose the spark inside of them that's bursting with enjoyment.
Once they've begun walking in a line upstairs, I take the paint and wash it out at the sink.
Then I hear a door click and a heavy sigh followed shortly after. "Hello?" My heart races because the voice seems like it's directed my way. Shit the tap. It was running, that's why the hot brunette is yelling this way. The music is pretty loud upstairs, but it's her first time here and I don't think she knows how to even find the stairs.
I turn the tap off and bring the towel around my hands. I move towards the television which is at the far end of the room - a good distance away from her.
"Hi, the kids have gone upstairs to eat. You're welcome to go up there, or stay down." I say politely and she pinches her lips together in thought.
"Well you look bored shitless so maybe I'll stay here with you," She replies with a sincere smile.
I did not expect her to say that. I don't realise I'm holding a paint brush in my hand until it makes a tap, tap, tap noise as it hits the floor. There's green paint splattered at the tips of my shoes and I can instantly feel my face and neck grow hot. My ears are probably tomatoes right now. I don't dare look up at the brunette, she probably has this bitchy smirked etched on her face and is going to say something like "Clumsy much?" In that really bitchy 14 year old tone.
But she doesn't say anything. In fact she's already bending down with a piece of wet paper towel, cleaning up the mess.
"No!" I almost yell. "It's my job." I breathe out a laugh awkwardly and take the paper towel from her, skimming my fingers slightly along hers.
"Sorry, you were kind of just standing there staring at it," She replies innocently.
"I tend to blank out when I'm around hot..." I pause and scratch the back of my neck. "Paint."
She chuckles and brushes her fingers through her hair, before stepping to the side so I can reach the sink. I hear her phone vibrate and her mumble some curse words to herself before switching the device off. When I finish cleaning the brushes and my hands, I dry them off and face the gorgeous woman beside me.
"I'm Brittany," I say, wringing my hands together.
She smiles warmly at me and begins to walk in the opposite direction, swinging her hips as she glides. "Santana."
I follow her around the corner towards the tables and play area. She leans back against one of the small coffee tables and I notice her eyes travel down my body. I place my hand on the back of a chair, that unfortunately turns with my weight and I'm halfway to the floor before I feel arms wrap around my waist.
"Woah there," Santana laughs.
"I'm hopeless today, I don't know why!" I exclaim, rubbing my fingers against my forehead and shying away from her.
"Don't worry, we all have our off days. Some more than others," She says with a hint of sadness in her tone.
"Well, I'm sure you have a better job than me," I reply to lighten the mood.
"I'm a DJ," She shrugs and shifts her gaze towards the table.
"That's awesome. At a bar or a club?" I ask, practically beaming at the woman. She doesn't notice though, as her eyes continue to study the dry paint covering the table.
"A club, but you look too young to be going to those things huh?" When she says that I can notice the teasing etched in her tone, and plus she has a smirk on her face and is staring directly at me.
"I'll be 20 in 4 months." She looks completely surprised when I say that and her mouth begins to open but closes immediately after. I chuckle and begin to walk in the direction of the stairs.
"As much as I'd like to stay down here and talk with you, I kind of work here so..." I trail off as she nods in understanding. Her lips have formed a smirk again and as she saunters towards me I can almost feel my heart drum against my pepperonis.
"Are you flirting with me Brittany?" Before I can answer, we hear loud footsteps thump around upstairs. I remove my gaze from the ceiling first and notice Santana's biting her lip. As her head turns downwards her bottom lip breaks free and flicks down in slow motion. I'm so caught up in watching that damn lip that I haven't realised she's already started walking passed me.
"Is this how you get on top," She pauses instantly. "I mean, to the top," She still has that damn smirk on her lips. I nod blankly, still thinking about the wondrous things I'd do to her lips, both upstairs and downstairs.
/ / /
Once we're upstairs playing games with the kids, I notice a change in Santana. Since we started speaking she looks a little brighter and happier to be here. I don't want to seem like I'm some sort of saviour or superhero, but I can't help but think I'm the cause of her sudden happiness.
"Alright guys, who likes the game musical statue?," My boss yells and all the kids basically squeal 'yay' back. I start the music, not needing to explain the game. I look over to my boss and she's gesturing for me to dance along. I notice the parents of the birthday girl waltzing off to the side and then my eyes fall on Santana.
She's smiling at me, her lips trembling as if she's about to laugh. I roll my eyes and begin swaying a bit. I look back to her and she's making the same gestures my boss was. She mouths, 'dance' and I can't help but grin widely at her. I was definitely wrong about Harry and Santana. I have no idea where Harry get's his attitude from. I pick up my feet off the floor and begin to dance around more. I stop the music, laughing at some kids who bob down instead of staying frozen.
It's taken almost 10 minutes but we're down to the last three kids in the game. I've been dancing around like a maniac, because most of the kids have been tugging on my shirt to dance with them. Plus I'm a killer dancer and I want to see if Santana will notice it.
When I look over to her, she's intently watching my feet. Harry's beside her playing with the little prize he got for 'giving it a go'. I watch Santana's eyes travel upwards towards my legs, lingering a little before continuing on to my stomach, chest and finally my eyes. I can't help but bite my lip and move a little slower than this beat allows.
Once I've stopped the music and there are only two kids left, my boss and I decide that there has to be two winners. Of course all of the kids rush over to the prize box and ask if they can have one as well. It's hard saying no, but after a while you get used to it. Then they ask if we're playing another game and you have to repeat 'no sorry' or 'if we have time' a thousand times.
I'm cleaning up around the table when my boss tells all of the kids to line up. This is the point in my job we're I'm most excited. All of the kids and parents go down stairs and I get to stay up here, eat all of the party pies that they've left and pump up tunes on my iPod while vacuuming. Of course that's impossible when I notice Santana still sitting on the red sofa on the other side of the room.
I watch her lips part as if she's about to speak, but then her phone rings. So much for turning it off. I continue clearing the table and walk over to the sink to wash the cups and plates. Santana strides passed me into the bathroom and shuts the door slowly. I turn around, watching the stairs in case someone sees what I'm about to do.
I creep towards the door, place my ear against it and listen to her yell something in Spanish to whoever is on the phone. Not only does it sound sexy but she does have attitude. I walk slowly away from the door and place my ear phones in. I plug the vacuum in next and start clearing the floor of crumbs.
I move the bench in front of the food table and lean down to reach some crumbs right under there. I'm unaware of the eyes studying me until I stand up straight again and turn around.
I almost have a heart attack, but those aren't from sudden shock or anything like that. They're from loving too much.
"Are you okay?" I ask randomly. I don't know why, but it's what a normal human being would say to another person who was screaming in a foreign language.
"I'm fine," She sighs. "Thanks for asking." I'm glad I did ask, because she seems genuinely thankful. I walk over to the kitchen area, which isn't really a kitchen because it only has a sink, microwave, freezer and bench. Maybe it is a kitchen. Anyway, I place the vacuum under the bench and begin to wash some dishes. I figure Santana wouldn't want to stay up here with just me while I wash dishes.
"Could I maybe get a drink of water?" She asks timidly and I turn to face her.
"Sure." I point to where the cups are and the jug of water. She smiles in thanks and pours herself a drink while I continue cleaning.
"How long have you been working here?" She asks suddenly and I decide to start drying some plates so that I can face her when I'm speaking.
"Two years, but it feels like forever. I work practically every weekend."
"Sounds fun." She says bluntly and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Well," She swivels on her chair and leans her forearm on the bench. "I bet lot's of attractive parents come in here, especially single dads." She winks suggestively and I almost vomit in my mouth at her words.
"God no! No single dads for me thank you."
"Single moms then?" She raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of her drink. Excruciatingly slow.
"That sounds a little better," I respond, smirking a little and turning back towards the sink.
"Are any of them like me?" I twist my head around a furrow my eyebrows, waiting for her to elaborate. "I mean, do they chill up here and talk with you?"
I let out a short laugh, "Nope, you're my first." She grins at my choice of words and a small dimple shows up on her cheek. I'm mesmerised for a moment before I shake my head and turn back to the sink. I hear her step down off the chair but I don't know where she's going. It's not until I feel her arm graze against mine that I realise she's so close beside me.
She places her cup by the sink and whispers, "Thanks, Brittany." I turn my head slightly towards her and realise I'm actually taller than her. Her eyes meet my lips and stay there for a while, before moving towards my eyes. I'm practically squeezing the life out of the dish towel as we stare at each other.
"You should um," I swallow thickly. "Teach me how to dj sometime." What the hell is wrong with me? I just asked a woman to teach me how to dj? I had never been this muddled up with words around a milf before. But I didn't want to call her that, she wasn't some piece of meat that I'd masturbate over later. I wanted her here and now.
"Only if you teach me to dance," She replies, her lips twitching up at the corners.
Suddenly there are footsteps heading in our direction and we break apart. Santana moves towards the bean bag by the music while I stay by the sink. The parents of the birthday girl gather their left over cake and say thank you a million times before chatting a little with Santana.
After a few minutes, I hear the sound of disappearing footsteps and when I turn around I'm left with the sight of nothing. No one. Santana left.
I move towards the large window where I can see the car park below. I watch as the kids swing around their lolly bags and the parents try to calm them down. Then Santana appears with Harry in her arms, placing him in his car seat. She places on her sunglasses and heads towards the drivers seat. She catches me by surprise however, by looking up towards the window I'm standing behind and smirking at me. I wave down at her and hopefully she can see the little smirk on my lips aswell.
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