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Dawn's POV
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Helplessly swaying to the current of the lake, I gulped. Losing all dignity, I felt humiliated and embarrassed. With Paul at the opposing side holding my clothes, I shivered. How in the hell do I get out of this situation? How in the hell do I get him to stop smirking? Gahhhh, I just wanted to get over the pain from loosing that contest yesterday, but yet, I have to get whacked in the face with another problem? Paul being that problem.
Within seconds, I soon became overwhelmed with the situation. In addition, this only made me feel worse. Feeling overwhelmed with everything in my life, I started to feel the oncoming tears—tears that would only further more prove how worthless and pathetic I am to Paul. I sighed. He's going to hold this against me.
I don't really have any other choice. I have to swim back to the other side of the lake where Paul is.
Bobbing my head above the water, making sure that I wasn't revealing my breasts, I meet his gaze. As I breathed slowly, I gained my composure.
"Paul, can you please just give me back my clothes and leave?" I said sheepishly.
Crossing his arms over his chest and smirking maliciously, he replied, "Do you have any idea what I had to go through with those fucking fans? And you just expect me to give your clothes back right off the bat? Just as stupid as ever."
Gahhh, what's Paul's problem? He's such an ass. I already give into everybody in my life. There is always someone mocking me, demeaning me, and controlling me to their whims. Why, for once, can't I just ever get what I want? Why can't I ever get happiness? Well, I'm sick of it; there's no way that I'm going to put up with it anymore, especially from Paul. But how in the hell will I do that? I'm not exactly the best at thinking on my feet.
Remaining in the water, keeping with my eyes locked onto Paul's, I eventually got an idea. I mirrored his smirk, causing him to arch an eyebrow at my sudden change in disposition. I mentally giggled at the absurdity at my idea. I wonder how horny a guy like Paul is?
Swimming back to the opposing side of the lake, I slowly strutted out. With droplets of water leisurely running down my naked body, and the cold air immediately caressing my bare skin, I shivered with anticipation. Anticipation in the regards of what Paul's reaction would be.
I slightly turned my head around, still only allowing him visual access to the back of my naked body, and smiled victoriously.
Completely frozen, Paul dropped my clothes and lost all recognition of his intuition. With an incrementally increasing blush, red was practically consuming his face. Eyes doubling in size and his mouth hanging wide open, he started to drool. Paul drooling? Is that even possible? I guess he really is horny.
I gave him a seductive smile, he blushed more. I flicked my hair, he ruffled his hair. I ran off with my Pokémon, he became paralyzed.
As I was running through the crisp air, my thoughts twirled. What just happened?
I ignored my thoughts. Why should it matter? Paul has nothing to do with my life and never will so why should I care about what he thinks of me? Eventually, I relocating myself in another part of the park, a part that is completely deserted. Shivering, I looked over at my Pokémon and frowned.
"I'm really sorry, guys. I wish he didn't ruin it, but what am I going to do now? I don't have any clothes! Gahhh, and I wanted to have a better day than yesterday. I guess I wasn't destined for good fortune."
I sighed and sat on a nearby rock. Aimlessly sketching the indents of the rock with my finger, I tried to ease my nerves. When I looked at Lopunny, she smiled at me. As she approached me, she handed me my backpack.
"OMG! Thanks so much Lopunny! I thought I lost it!" I chirped as I embraced her in a hug, which was slightly awkward since I was naked. Rummaging through my backpack, I pulled out a black skirt, a red v-neck shirt, some underwear and a bra. Once I was dressed, I recalled all my Pokémon and I started to walk out of the park.
I walked along the streets of Heathrome city and gulped nervously. Walking in the night, wearing the outfit that I'm wearing, with my kind of body, is not a good thing. I can easily get jumped….or worse….raped. But then again I should be expected to be attacked with such assaults, I mean fate just loves torturing me.
Undeterred, I picked up my pace. Eventually, I reached the richer parts of Heathrome and happily sighed. Becoming tired, my walking slowed and my thoughts became jumbled.
I can't continue living like this. No money, no home, no self-worth, no feeling of accomplishment, no one. I sighed. But coordinating is my world, the world I long to live and thrive in, a world that has destroyed me. Maybe it might be a good thing to change career paths?
Not wanting to think about my predicament any longer, I sat down on a bench. Calling out Lopunny, I asked her to keep guard as I sleep. I don't want anyone to abduct me or something.
Lying on the bench, I gazed up into the sea of stars. How can such insignificant things inspire so many people? They're nothing but fabrications of space. I scrunched my nose in frustration. The lies they feed you as a child. Will I ever be able to ignore or better yet be rid of this pain on my skin, the pain in my heart?
"Ummm….excuse me, miss?"
Flashing my eyes open, I was met with a guy with green eyes and blonde hair who was dressed in the highest fashion. I sat up and looked at him questionably.
"Yes?" I asked nervously. What could this guy possibly want?
"Well you see, I am not sure if you are aware, but you are sitting right in front of Shinji Corporations."
Since I was so indulged in my thoughts, I disregarded the building in back of me. Of course, it had to be Paul's. Just my luck.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me, I'll leave," I said as I recalled Lopunny.
"Well, that's not exactly it. May I talk to you in the lobby?"
Being uneasy about the situation, I started to get nervous. Why does this guy need me? Is Paul planning something? Despite feeling anxious, I followed him into the building.
I actually nearly lost him while going through the building. It's so gorgeous and well-kept and amazing. They must have had a high-end designer devise this building. Without a doubt, in due to the lavish setup, only the premier people work here.
Once we were his office, we both sat down in opposing chairs.
He spoke the silence first. "You see, his company has been looking for a spokes model for quite some time. But Paul has rejected every candidate. You see his level of prestige and perfection is astounding. Everything has to be the best and flawless, just as his battling style is. However, appearance wise, you seem to fit that category. So, seeing you outside, I had to offer you this opportunity."
My mind fizzed. This guy is offering me a job to be the spokes model of Paul's company, one of the richest companies in Sinnoh? Is he for real? How in world would I get hit with such a stroke of luck?
"…..Not to mention, you will get paid exorbitantly," he said with a smile.
Money? I haven't ever had an established form of revenue. I haven't even had a bank account. How did this even happen?
"Well…..what exactly do I have to do?" I asked apprehensively.
"Alright, well there are a few things. You will be in magazines and commercials modeling off Paul's line of clothing. Then, you will do commercials like advertising and talking about his products. And you will have to be Paul's secretary."
WHAT? I'm fine with modeling off clothes and being in commercials, but I will have to be his secretary? Gahhh! Hell no…but then how can I turn down such an enticing offer? I may love coordinating, and it may be my dream, but I may also be chasing an endless road of failure. I did want to make my parents proud, make myself proud, but then, that would mean doing it in a completely different medium than I originally thought. How can I throw away everything I worked for? However, my work hasn't paid off; no matter how hard I've applied myself to coordinating, all I'm ever met with is failure. So I guess there's nothing really I can loose, except my dreams….
Relocking my eyes with this man, I asked him a question.
"Listen, you don't know the relationship Paul and I have together. I have known him ever since I was little and all we ever did was argue. We're total opposite and he hates me. I'm sure he won't want me to be his spokes person and stuff."
"Well…..whether that is true or not, is not up to me, but one thing is true: you have the looks and that's what our company needs. Paul may be the owner, but he's not going to turn down perfection when he sees it."
I gulped. Do I really want to do this? Well, it would be the smart thing to do. But coordinating has always been my identity. Everyone I know correlates me with coordinating. If I loose that, then I don't know who I am. I guess I could take this job for a while, build up some money and confidence, and then get back into the realm of coordinating. I won't be ditching it…..but simply be putting it on hold.
Breathing heavily, I responded, "Alright, I guess taking this job won't hurt."
Smiling, the man pounced on me and gave me a warm hug. He might be attractive, but this is still kind of awkward….
"I'm so glad you agreed; now Paul won't yell at me anymore! Come on, let me show you your office." Tugging on my hand, he quickly got into the elevator and took us up. "All our offices are very plush, meaning that they are of the highest luxury. I mean being Champion of Sinnoh and having the most lucrative business, it's expected of Paul."
"I would assume so," I replied.
He locked his eyes with mine and smiled. "You know, your office is going to be right next to mine. I'm sure we'll have some fun," he purred.
Gahhhh! Guys are so horny. Well, at least he's nice, but he's going to have to control that party in his pants.
Once the elevator doors opened, he took me to my office. With splendid smell, scrumptious design, stylish furniture, and windows overlooking the city, I smiled. This won't be that bad.
"Since you're going to be the spokes model, you're not going to be spending that much time in here expect for organizing your bookings and being Paul's secretary. Alright, well I will see you tomorrow. Be sure to be here at exactly 8:00 am. We'll get all your paper work sorted out and stuff too. By the way, I'm Jeff."
"Okay, sounds good. And I'm Dawn."
With a final smile, he left. Closing the door to my office, I ran over to my chair and jumped on it. Gahh, can a chair get any more comfortable? Easily allowing myself to fall asleep in the comfort of the chair, I shut my eyes closed.
Upon awaking up, my ears were met with loud voices arguing with one another.
I disregarded the nose. That has to be the first night that I have slept perfectly! No bad nightmares, no worrying, just nothing, but sleep. Hopefully this day will go just as well.
I wonder how my first day working here will go. I can't help but feel a bit anxious, especially after my last encounter with Paul. He saw the back side of me naked. He's either going to ignore the fact that it even happened, act totally awkward, or just be Paul.
I really hope this job isn't that mandating. I sighed. I hope I don't loose focus on my true dream. Sitting back in the chair, I logged onto the computer on my desk. However, in the process of logging on, I was distracted.
Paul jolted into my office, angry as hell.
"Troublesome," he growled.
"Yeah?" I steadily replied back, meeting his gaze.
Slamming his hands of my desk, causing me to jump, he spoke. "You'd have the balls to walk into my company and ask for a job, didn't you? I already have to train my Pokémon and be in charge of this company, so my hands are fucking full. I don't want to have to deal with you too. This isn't a joke, my company is real and if you just took the job to fuck around with me then you were wrongly mistaken."
"What? I didn't ask! Jeff offered me the job," I replied back.
"And you had to fucking take it?" he snapped.
Becoming nervous, I started to fiddle with my silver heart shaped ring. How does Paul's anger escalate so quickly? It's kind of scary. I stared at my feet as I replied back to him, "W-Well…..you are the owner of the company, so you're the one who decides whether or not to hire me."
"Yeah, that's the thing Troublesome. You're fucking perfect for the job, so now all my associates are on my ass about hiring you. So, in actuality, I really have no choice."
"Okay….?"
Well, where does that leave me now? Is Paul going to hire me or not? I could really care less, in fact, I really hope he doesn't.
Pulling out a stack of paper work, he handed me a pen. "That means that you're becoming the new spokes model whether I like it or not. So, you're going to have to sign all this paperwork," he mumbled.
Not wanting to further upset Paul, I grabbed the pen and scribbled my signature, which I have practiced over and over, thinking one day I would become a famous coordinator, on all the spots that required my name. After giving him the contract and pen back, he walked out of the room.
Once he left, Jeff entered the room. "Sorry about that. He gets that way a lot."
"Yeah, I know," I said sheepishly while rubbing the back of my head.
"Anyway, since you're brand new, we haven't set up any dates for any of your commercials or modeling things, so for now you are just going to have to just be Paul's secretary. Meaning that you will do everything he says. Alright, well, I'll see you around, Dawn," he said with a wink.
Slouching in my chair, I groaned. What did I get myself into? I wonder if Paul would get mad if I let some of my Pokémon out, to hang out in my office? On second thought, he probably would. Playing with my pen, I started to get bored. I wonder what Paul's going to make me do? Gahhh, I wish I was just training with my Pokémon.
Peeking his head in, Paul glared at me. "Troublesome, my room now."
I guess that's my cue. I slowly walked out of my room and started to look for Paul. Where'd he go? Shit. I have no idea which room is his office. There are so many rooms around here! GAHH! I gulped nervously and fiddled with the ends of my skirt as I came to a consensus: I'll just look around I guess.
As I walked through the halls of the building, a lot of the men gave me suggestive winks while all the women glared at me. God, my first day and everyone either hates me or wants to have sex with me. Great. Getting bored, I started to loose my attention, which, in affect, make me walk into the guys bathroom.
This certainly isn't Paul's office. Upon walking back to the door, all the lights turned off. What the hell? Really, there's a power shortage?
Out of nervousness, I slowly opened the bathroom door and started to walk out. I really hope I don't do anything stupid in the dark. With my heart beat racing and my anxiety accelerating, I started to get worried. I hate the dark. What's weird though, is how does this building get a power shortage in the first place? I mean it doesn't seem natural. It's kind of weird.
Thinking about the situation only made me more nervous. Shit.
Just calm down Dawn, nothing bad is going to happen, hopefully. But, in every situation in my life, something has always gone wrong, so why should this be any different?
Crawling on the floor of the office, my hand soon came in contact with something. Someone's…. foot? In the process of grabbing the individual's foot, they feel over onto me. Crap! This is really awkward.
With my body latched onto the person's on top of me, the position we're in is not good. Their face in my ass and the back of my head in their crotch. GAH! What the hell do I do?
My mental capacity quickly diminished as my stress sky-rocketed. Whoever is on top of me is kind of crushing my body!
Lights flashing back on, I sighed contently. Well, at least I can see now. But, who's on top of- gahhhhhh it's Paul!
Making things worse, Jeff was running down the hallway and accidentally tripped on someone, making the drink he was drinking to spill all over the two of us. Great. So now, Paul and I are laying soaking wet on top of one another.
Getting up, Paul glared at me. I sheepishly smiled at him. Maybe I won't get in trouble? Wrong.
He grimaced at me as he clenched his hands and flicked the water off his hair. With squandering a moment, he snatched my hand and pulled on me into his office. As he released my hand, he scowled at me.
"Listen Troublesome, if you're going to work here we are going to have to establish some ground rules," he said.
Talking to Paul right now proved to be really awkward. I mean my clothes are practically soaked, making them cling and outline my body. Not only that, but my top is see through, perfectly defining my breasts and my bra. However, Paul seems to be really angry so he's not taking notice. Thank God, when things get awkward with Paul, it's never good.
Sitting in a chair placed in front of his desk, I sat down. I'm going to have to listen to Paul give me a list of rules. Gahhh, great!
"There is only one rule. You must always listen and do what I say, got it?" he said, making eye contact with me.
Not only did the water outline my clothes, but they outlined his clothes as well, giving me perfect view of his chest. Shit, talk about working out.
"Troublesome! Goddamn it, listen!"
"S-Sorry, I'll do anything and everything you say," I retorted, trying to look at anything but his perfectly sculpted chest.
Smirking, he replied, "Good. Now make me a sandwich."
"WHAT!" I nearly yelled. Jolting out of my chair, I glared at him. "Are you serious?"
Doing paper work, he didn't make eye contact with me and replied, "Yes, now get going."
This is unbelievable! Before walking out of his office, I made sure to slam the door really loudly. Gahh, what the hell is Paul's problem! He wants me to get him a sandwich! Is he kidding me? If being secretary means being his little maid, then screw this.
Walking about of the building, I started to look for a sandwich place. How in hell would I even know what kind of sandwiches Paul likes? I hate him sooo much right now! Finding a fancy looking sandwich shop, I went in. As I stood in line I started to study the menu. Okay, now what do I do…..?
Maybe he likes meatballs? Steaks? Ham? Turkey? I lips twisted into a smile. I'll just tell them to put everything on it.
Giving me a weird look, the sandwich lady was about to ask why I would want every type of meat and every kind of vegetable on a sandwich, but she just shrugged it off.
Waiting for his sandwich to be made, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.
"Dawn?"
What? Who could of that been?
I flashed my eyes open and was confronted by Barry and Kenny? What is the likelihood that they would be here together?
"Uhhhhh, hey guys. What'cha doing here?"
Being super excited, Barry spoke first. "Well, you see, I was in Heathrome training my Pokémon and stuff, and then I ran into Kenny, and then we started talking and stuff. We got hungry, so we decided to come here and eat. Not having anything to do tonight, we decided to go clubbing together! Yeah! So what are you doing here Dawn? I haven't seen you in a while. Hey, why are you wet?"
Barry will always be Barry. Talking too fast, running too fast, just doing everything too fast. Wait….shit! I totally forgot that I was soaked wet. Gaaahhh! That's why Kenny hasn't talked! He's been stared at my chest this whole time. Great! Ever since I was a kid, Kenny has always had a crush on me and that still remains true today, but I absolutely hate Kenny. He's the one who got all the success, all the notoriety, the one who got my dream with minimal effort. Riding on luck, he quickly rose to the top while I simmered at the bottom. It may be jealously, but how in the hell is it fair that he gets everything he wants when he hasn't worked nearly as hard as I have? Seeing him on every magazine, every billboard, just everywhere makes me angry, makes me envious, makes my feel like a failure.
Adverting my attention back to the situation, I replied, "Well it's a long story, but I have to go. Maybe I'll see you later, Barry?"
"Yeah! Totally!" he gleamed. "Wait! Dawn! Here's my phone number, call me if you want to go out with us tonight!"
Shoving the paper with his number in my pocket, I blushed and replied, "Yeah, sure."
Going up to the counter, I paid for the sandwich with the company's credit card and left.
It feels so good to see Barry again. I've really missed him. However, I'd rather not of liked to see Kenny again. Maybe I might go out with them tonight.
As I Fixated myself on the current situation, I worried that Paul was going to be so mad for me being late. Oh well, not my problem! He's just going to have to deal with it. As I was about to re-enter the building, I saw a pharmacy and thought of an idea.
I eagerly entered the pharmacy. As my black heels clicked on the hard floor of the store, everyone noticed me. Maybe it was a bad idea coming in here, especially with what I have in mind. Oh well! Once I approached the section I was searching for, which didn't take long on account of the small size of the store, I smiled.
Laxatives.
But now, which strength should I purchase?
Regular? Definitely not.
Strong? Perhaps, but something with a higher magnum would be better.
Super? That's more like it, although I want the best item possible.
Super Strength? Perfect.
Upon leaving the laxative section, I made my way through the poorly decorated pharmacy and advanced towards the register.
To say it plainly, buying laxatives is never a good experience.
Once I had my weapon in tow, I left the store with a smile plastered on my face. Surely, Paul will love to sit on a toilet for a couple of hours, wouldn't he?
Going back into the building, I went up the elevator. While in the elevator, I put the laxatives into Paul's sandwich. He's just going to love eating this sandwich. I smiled maliciously, Paul's going to have a big surprise! In due time, I was back in Paul's office. With his sandwich in hand, I silently giggled. I hope he loves this sandwich!
Placing the sandwich on his desk, I sat in the opposing chair and waited. Although, I wasn't quite sure what I was waiting for. Maybe for him to actually start eating the sandwich so I can make sure that he eats the laxatives? Or maybe for him to actually acknowledge my presence? Or maybe for him to actually say thanks? I don't know, but sitting in silence is making me anxious.
As deposited all his attention on me, he scowled, "It's about time."
I don't know how I'm going to be able to work here. I can barely stand Paul. He's rude, cold, annoying, and disrespectful. Well, once I start modeling and advertising, hopefully things will get better.
When Paul started to eat his sandwich, I got an idea. Paul loves to fuck with me, so why don't I fuck with him? But I don't know if my plan is really "messing" with Paul, but rather making things feel awkward. Oh well, I'm not just going to sit here and watch him eat his sandwich.
I smirked. I wonder how Paul is going to react to this.
"Hey Paul, I know you're eating lunch, but wouldn't you rather be tasting me?"
Dropping his sandwich, he looked at me wild-eyed.
Gahhhhh…..maybe this is a bad idea. I'm so stupid. This isn't going to make Paul mad! It's just going to make him horny! Gahhhhhh! I mentally screamed. Well, at least he ate a good amount of the sandwich….meaning he's going to have to run to the bathroom in a few minutes. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen in those minutes.
With a light blush eating at his face, he attempted to regain his composure. Once he did, he smirked at me. Shit, he's going to play.
"Well you know what, Troublesome? I think the clothes you're wearing today would look better on my bedroom floor."
GAAHHHH! WHAT? Did Paul really just say that? How in the hell do I reply back to that! I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate EVERYTHING! I should have never gotten myself involved with this. Just think, Dawn! Gahhh, I never have been really good at flirting. Wait, I'm wearing lip gloss! I got an idea!
"Well, that's nice, Paul. You know, I'm wearing lip gloss…..do you want to come over here and take it off?"
He was about to reply, but he clutched his stomach and immediately ran towards the bathroom. Giggling, I felt awesome. Paul's going to have a really bad time in the bathroom. And thank goodness that he rushed out so quickly, I don't think I would have been able to stand that much longer. Flirting with Paul? Gahhh…worse experience ever.
Walking back into my own office, I sighed. This is stupid. I shouldn't be here, I should be out training. No matter how much I try to avert my attention away from coordinating, I just can't. It's my everything. Whenever I'm not doing it, I feel guilty for wasting time. And I don't think I could do anything better than wasting time as being Paul's assistant.
Okay, I just need to calm down. I just need to get my mind off things. Tunneling through my pocket, I grabbed the piece of paper with Barry's number scribbled on it.
Maybe going out clubbing with Barry might help me?
