Ok, yeah my chapters are short but..short and sweet? :3 alritey wellz i hope u enjoy!
Lexy was quite the businessman. He always managed to sell the building at some ridiculously high price. Although, sleeping with every client might have helped his sales reputation. The longer projects required much more work on my part, but I didn't mind too much. In fact, I think I'm the longest employee Lexy has ever had, almost 4 years now, certainly the longest butler. Really, I should be called house worker or cleaner or maid or servant but butler sounds better. I contemplated this as I feel into the deep plot of Romeo and Juliet. Suddenly, a sharp rap pulled me out of the world of Montages and Caplets.
"Zexy!" he hissed, "My clientele need drinks NOW, so get up off your ass and get them some!"
Carefully marking my place, I silently got up, for I knew something bad would happen if I talked back. Lexy sauntered back into the parlor, with me a few feet behind. I glanced around the room to see who had come home with Lexy today. It appeared to be a meeting with brand new clients. A man in an Armani suit with several gold chains on his neck sat by a woman in a short skintight black dress, with a string of real pearls around her neck. Across from the sugar daddy and bitch, there sat a man with slightly disheveled hair, new Prada suit paired with Cole Haan shoes and a large silver Gucci watch. He was defiantly about to be Lex's new boy toy, up till one in the morning doing things I didn't even want to think about. For the couple I made a whiskey on the rocks for the sugar daddy and a white wine spritzer for the chick. I made an extra-dirty martini for Mr. Prada suit, and for Lexy, his favorite: a raspberry mojito with little ice. I quietly served the drinks and retreated back to the bar. Where I stood for three agonizing hours, only moving to get a drink refill. Eventually the couple left, leaving Lexy free to make his move on the unsuspecting man. Seeing as my services would no longer be needed, I slipped back into my room and began reading where I had left off.
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
I heard a moan from the room next to mine, and realized Romeo would have to wait another day before securing Juliet's love. I jabbed my ear buds into my ear and cranked up something that involved a lot of German shouting and the word wasabi.
My friend was a little impressed by knowledge of alcoholic beverages..score one for the firl who cant drink