"That's all for me tonight," Yawned her secretary as he began to gather his papers. She looked up from her computer screen to look at him. He was a handsome man, no, he was cute. Bright turquoise eyes and mid-length blonde hair. It was dyed. He almost always crossed the 'neat-and-formal' office dress code, pairing a semi-unbuttoned white blouse with a pair of tight burgundy linear patterned pants and a shit load of unnecessary jewellery.
She frowned, "Mr Shimono, if I have to ask you for the umpteenth time to stick to the minimum jewellery code then I may just have to fire you." She sighed as he shot up with raised brows.
"You and I both know that even though I am your secretary, you can't fire me. The boss has the final say and I already removed my nose ring this morning when you told me to Maka!"
A slim hand moved up to rub her temple, cursing the fact that the CEO was Death The Kidd. All three of them were classmates as teenagers and she knew that he had offered Hiro a place at the company out of pity. "It's Miss Albarn to you, and that's not what I was referring to. Last time I checked, cartilage piercings aren't allowed. And if you're going to wear that belly button piercing, at least button up your damn shirt!"
He rolled his eyes, "It's called a helix, and besides, my time is over. Gotta go, can't keep Blair waiting, see you tomorrow tiny-tits!" He waved as he grabbed his coat and bolted out the door, heading to find Blair's where they were, no doubt, going to get it on.
"It's Miss Albarn!" She shouted after the slamming door, knowing that he was out of ear-shot. With a frown she sunk back in her seat and looked around the office that was empty, the only light left on the floor was hers. With a tired rub of her eyes she checked her watch, it read Six-Fifty. Ten minutes left…
While getting ready to leave, Hiro's word's echoed in her head, 'Tiny-tits'. Something twisted in her chest.
It was nothing new, a nickname she had been called ever since high school. She was 22 now and the name just stuck. That's not to say it didn't hurt.
Every time.
Every single time.
She checked her watch again and noticed only three minutes had passed. Flicking off the light, she made sure to grab her thick, warm, military-green parka to wear over her chiffon blouse, tight black pencil skirt and pantyhose. Walking toward the elevator she suddenly felt the excitement wash over her. Finally! After two years of constant deliberation and advice from her best friend Tsubaki, she had finally saved up on an excessive amount of cash to do something that she had considered since the age of fifteen.
Stepping out of the elevator, the cold windy night of Death City nipped at her legs below her knees where her coat didn't reach. Pulling the coat closer and gripping her messenger bag tighter, she checked her watch to see that there was only three minutes left.
Heading through the almost empty car park she couldn't help but notice some strange noises. She whipped her head around trying to pin point it…
There is was again! But this time it was a high pitched squeal…or was it a giggle.
Turning toward her left she noticed that there was nothing out of the norm. A tree, painted lines to separate car parks, the entrance to the fifty-story building she had just exited and a single navy blue Mazda Sedan parked eight feet away from her.
That was Hiro's car, she noted.
She squinted as the noise continued and took three slow steps toward the car before jerking back in alarm as a moan pierced through the glass. A hand slapped against the window.
Her eyes widened as she traced the hand down to a slim arm, over slouched shoulders and purple hair.
She recognised Hiro's face in the crook of the Blair's neck and suddenly Blair lurched upward giving Maka a clear view of her double-D's. Tearing her eyes from the scene she began to run away in horror of seeing way too much.
That will teach her the next time she is curious.
She ran, not stopping before reaching her destination and leaning against a brick wall as tears threatened to sting at her eyes. She knew she should be embarrassed or at least feel petrified at what she had just saw but instead, she felt the overwhelming feeling of sadness.
She couldn't help but compare Blair's 35DD's to her almost non-existent breast. Tears gathered in her eyes and she thanked the lord that it was a cold night and therefore not many people were going to be on the streets until the clubs open later on. Checking her watch she noticed she was late and immediately began trying to rub all the tears from her eyes.
Deciding that there was nothing she could to rid the redness from her eyes, that made it look obvious she had been crying, she made her way into the bright Clinique. It was a famous one that Liz, another friend of hers from high school, had apparently went to for her cousin. She had said that this place was the finest of them all.
Sucking in a breath, Maka reached into her bag and pulled out a paper folder consisting of medical forms, consent forms, and a whole lot of cash. She walked straight up to the receptionist and noted that there was a young man sitting in a waiting chair, presumably texting someone on his phone or at least pretending to be occupied with it. There were also roughly another twenty people taking up the seats but all seemingly female.
'Wow, this place is almost full,' She thought to herself. 'I guess it can't be too much of a surprise considering this was apparently the number place to go.' She recalled getting told that several stars like Katy Perry had flew all the way here just to get their 'work' done. Brushing that odd thought off she looked at the two receptionists.
A young woman with a short pink bob, typing away at a laptop. Size 32C, Maka noted, pretending to be reading her name tag that read 'KIM'. And another young woman next to her with long chocolate brown hair who seemed to be filing something in a cabinets. Size 30C. No wait, 'JACQUIE' wore a padded push-up bra, she realised…Size 36B, Maka quickly glance away, biting her lip with envy. Mentally slapping her forehead at her strange habit.
"Hi, um…" Maka started, eyes flicking back to the guy in the chair and suddenly feeling self-conscious and unsure of how to word her sentence without things getting awkward. The waiting room was extremely quiet…
She could feel a ball in her throat forming and a heated blush rise to her cheeks.
The pinkette glanced at her and her eyes immediately stopped at her chest. Maka felt a pang of depression at being so obviously critiqued on her small chest. "Don't worry, I know what you're here for. Just take a seat."
She felt ashamed, to think that this stranger knew exactly why she was here at the Clinique with only one glance at her chest. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes again and she immediately turned around to not let Kim see her cry.
Opening her eyes again she noticed that all the female eyes in the waiting room were on her…more specifically on her chest, even the only guy in the room had turned to judge her bust size. She could almost hear their thoughts, it's was almost as if they were saying, 'oh, we thought our boobs were small, look at her tiny tits!'
She felt humiliated. Her lower lip quivers and she immediately bites it in hopes of keeping the tears from running down her face. Noting that the only seat available in the room was next to the male, she sped towards it and sat, looking down at her lap.
Eventually she let out an audible sob, it pierced through the silent waiting room and she could she her tears drop down onto her skirt. Thoughts sped through her mind as she brought her hand up to try and keep her sobs in.
'I'm ugly, it takes an idiot not to see that.'
