I borrowed a nice dress shirt and pants from Stan for work. I am a little nervous because I want to meet their expectations. They pay pretty good starting me off at 12 an hour. I walk inside and there are two people waiting in the lobby I assume to get a service. I see a pretty little brunette behind the counter.
"Hi I'm Kenny, I start today."
"Hey Kenny," she smiles. "My name is Marsha. I will be training you. You look really nice today."
"Thank you,"
"We do have uniforms to wear here. I guess Mrs. Mathers did not give them to you."
"No," I laugh nervously trying not to feel stupid.
"Give me just a moment to take care of these clients and I will get you set up," I have a seat looking around the room. It's nice. Bright white and hints of teal within the furniture and vases. Mirrors place at the right spots to make the entrance look more enticing. Once the two clients are in the back Marsha shows me how to clock in and out and where we eat lunch. Everything else I had seen when I was given a small tour on the day of my interview. We head back up front so she can show me how to take payments and schedule appointments. Thus far it seems like a really smooth job. It also gives me the chance to possible meet some girls.
"So it's a pretty easy job," stated Marsha as we end up back at the front of the store. "Each massage therapist has an extension so we don't have to leave the front to get them."
"That's pretty cool," I admit out loud.
"I know right," she grinned walking to a monitor.
I sit down and stare at the monitor. There are two monitors and two registers. I am on one and Marsha is on the other. I can see she is on Facebook looking at her feed. I would not mind surfing the net but I'm not tried to be fired over something I can do on my phone. I just sit there staring out the window day dreaming would I could be doing right now.
"I'm off now Kenny. I guess I will see you later this week."
"For sure," I reply taking in her body as she stands up. She is pretty cute indeed. I wouldn't mind getting a feel of her but I don't want to start any shit with anyone here. Ms. Mathers is in her office. With Marsha gone I pull out my phone and start playing a game. After a few minutes I sit the phone down when I see Mr. Scotch come in with Butters behind him. they both look nervous as hell.
"Butters you sit over there. Don't cause any trouble or you will be grounded."
"Yes sir," whimpered Butters sitting down while looking at the ground. I frown wondering what is his parents deal. I don't like my parents too much either but at least they didn't stop me from living my life.
"How can I help you?" I ask him standing up.
"Your new here," he stated. "Don't you go to school with my son?"
"Since elementary,"
"I'm a regular here so I'm sure I will be seeing you a lot more," he smiled. I'm not amused or impressed with him being a regular. "I have an appointment with Max."
"I will phone Max to ensure he is ready for you," I state. I pick up the phone and dialed Max extension.
"Yo," said Max. He must not have a client.
"Your 5 o'clock appointment is here," I inform him.
"Sweet, I will be right up there," Max hangs up as do I. Mr. Stotch looks too nervous to sit down so he is just pacing back and forth. I see Max come through the side door. It's my first time actually seeing him. He is very handsome. He is tall and ripped with muscles. I have muscles but not like that. His hair reminds me of Stan since he has the whole dark raven hair and perfect tan thing going. He has it parted to the side.
"How are you doing today?" he asked Butter's dad.
"I will be better soon," he replied allowing Max to lead him to the back of the shop. I check out Max backside. I wouldn't mind giving that guy a ride. God I need to stop checking out the staff, they are so off limits. I turn around and look at Butters. He just sitting there fiddling with his fingers.
"You okay?" I ask him.
"Sure," he smiled. "When did you start working here?"
"Today actually. Why didn't you just stay home instead of coming here being bored out of your mind."
"Mom needed a break from me being in the house," A break? Isn't he always grounded and in his room?
"You're not grounded?"
"No yet," Butters smiled weakly. "I'm trying not to be." I feel kind of bad for the guy. I have spoken with Butters over the years but not a whole lot. He is really smart and usually way into his studies. Wendy, Kyle and Butters are always competing to have the top grades in class. I know I could be right up there with them but it's way too much work. I messed up back my freshmen year and it would take too much to recover.
I look at Butters as he stares out the window of the shop. He's really pretty actually. His eyes are not even blue they are like an aqua color, like Bahamas beach water color. His hair is close to platinum blonde. He is wearing a dark tan coat with corduroy pants. Do people even wear corduroy anymore? Only reason I know about that is because of Bebe, she owed a few pairs.
I go back to playing on my phone. Mr. Stotch seemed to be a much better mood leaving. He scheduled his next appointment before he left. I say good bye to Butters and started cleaning up the waiting room not that there was much to clean. Soon it was 9pm which is closing time. I locked the door just as Mrs. Mathers came up front. She is pretty attractive for someone in her 40's. She's got curves in all the right areas with short blonde hair. She got it cut low like a boy. She would look better if she grew it out in my opinion.
"I heard you have been doing a great job up here,"
"It was not terribly busy today but thank you,"
"Yes, Monday and Tuesday tend to be slow. It will get busier as the week goes on. Do you have your schedule for the next two weeks?"
"Yes," I reply.
"Excellent, I'm going to finish up here. You can go ahead and head home."
"Are you sure? You didn't need help with anything else?" I asked eager to show her I want to work.
"You're so sweet but no. I just need to close out the register and lock up. Go on now, it's a school night." She turns her attention to the registers. I walk to the back to get my stuff. I grab my uniform and backpack. I head outside through the coworker entrance and exit. I zip up my orange coat hoping it will keep me warm until I get home. The walk home from here is about 20 minutes, nothing too bad. I started in the direction of home. I noticed a jeep slowing down beside me.
"Hey," yelled Max opening the door. "Get in!" He didn't have to tell me twice. It was cold as shit out here. "Where do you leave?"
"Just over there," I said pointing. "Keep straight, make a right and then the first left. Thanks for the ride."
"It's cold out there. What are you doing walking?"
"Not everybody can afford a car no offense," I said folding my arms.
"Sorry I didn't mean to offend," Max glances at me and I shift a little bit under his gaze. His eyes are very striking. I see him smirk before focusing back on the road. Is this his way of flirting? The shit is not cute at all. I would rather they be straight up or clever with it. "You really lucked up working at the shop. Maybe you can be promoted when you graduate."
"Maybe," I shrugged. "You seem pretty confident. You haven't even seen me work."
"With those looks you don't have to work," Okay then….. We get closer to the house. I'm no longer embarrassed of people seeing my living conditions. It is what it is. I hop out of the jeep. "You live here?"
"For now," I said grabbing my stuff.
"Yeah you need that promotion bad. I will see you tomorrow." I wave good bye and head towards the house. I unlock the door and unjam it before going inside. The first thing I see is my dad pressing his forearm down on Karen on the sofa.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed running and pulling him off of her.
"This little slut was with boys when she was suppose to be at a slumber party. I'm not letting her end of like your mother!"
"Fuck you," my mom said to him from the other end of the couch. Karen ran over to me. She wasn't crying but visually scared.
"Mom you were going to let him beat on Karen?" Where the hell is Kevin when I needed him.
"She is not bringing no babies in here!" exclaimed mom. "She needs the fear of God put in her!" My mom is actually annoying me, she sounds so stupid right now.
"Mom just because she is hanging around boys doesn't mean she is fucking them."
"Don't talk to your mother like that!" my father barked. I didn't have time to deal with their shit. I took Karen's hand and went to my room.
"Your sleeping in here tonight," I tell her. "I don't trust you going back out there. How did they even know there were boys at this party?" I sit my stuff down on the floor before removing my shoes.
"I think one of the parents called mom's prepaid or something. I really don't know how they found out, we were so careful." I stare at Karen seriously.
"Are you having sex?"
"God no," she replied. "I'm not ready for all of that."
"Good," I said flopping down on my crappy mattress. "You don't need to be opening those kinds of doors."
Karen laughed "What do you mean by doors?"
"Stuff I don't want you dealing with. Sex can lead to a lot more things. It's hard to explain." I have no problem sharing things with Karen. I want nothing but the best for her so I tell her exactly what the deal is.
"Do you ever wish we had different parents?" asked Karen.
"No, I just wish they would do better."
"I wish we could get away from here. That could be possible if you would let me work."
"I will take care of everything Karen, don't worry. Just give me some time to think." I had a plan in my mind already but I wanted to run it past Kyle since he is brilliant. He will let me know if what I'm thinking is a good idea or a stupid one.
