~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dreams of Innocence
Ch. 2: Miss Behavior
Saturday, Five days before Christmas; 2003
Juniper Apartments: Harlem, New York
9:45 p.m.
A Blue-haired Beauty ran a hand through her hair, as an alarm clock woke her that night. She slipped out of bed, in a set of Ratty sleepwear from Good Will. It was just some short boxers and a tank top, which revealed her silky-smooth, milk white skin. Some curves were set to her body, accentuating parts that were needed, but not too much. Her eyes were the same wonderful azure color as her hair. She pulled off the boxers and tank top, walking to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. If you could call it that. All it contained was a bed and a beaten dresser, worn out from shoving in front of the door-due to intruders. As she stepped into the bathroom, the blue beauty immediately turned on the shower, getting out a set of clothes for her "job"
When the water became hot, she got in and out within 5 minutes, to conserve water and keep the bill down. Putting on her work-clothes, which consisted of a short black cocktail dress--courtesy of one of her older clients-- and matching burgundy stilettos and purse--another gift. After clearing from the bathroom, which of was just as plain as the bedroom, she led herself out the apartment as she picked up money for the rent that month and her apartment-key. She dropped the rent money envelope into the owner's mail slot, and began her way to the hotel where she worked. Passing an alley on the way, three skate-boarders silently followed her, all smirking sadistically. They apparently knew her and figured to have a little fun with her before retiring to their turf for the night.
"Hey Bulma, Where you goin' so purty?" One shouted to her, all 'Bulma' did was pick up her pace.
The skaters started going faster too. By the time three minutes passed, she was running to the hotel, using all the short cuts and passages that her brain could remember. She finally lost them as Bulma came upon the two golden double doors that led into the hotel. Upon entering the hotel, many looked up to gaze at the blue-colored goddess as she casually glided to the front desk and clock in. Of course her shift didn't start 'til 10:30 but she usually ate in the back with the cooks for dinner.
"Bulma! Pleasure to see you!" A cheery masculine voice startled her from behind. She turned around smiling with twinkling eyes.
"Hey Goku, how are you today?" Goku was a tall, tanned man- with a body to die for- although very naïve, he was always friendly to everyone. Always had a smile on, even if he had a bad day; That Goku.
"I'm not too bad today Bulma, never can complain much," His eyes lit up as he gazed past her at someone coming in through the doors. Following his stare her eyes met with a beautiful woman in her mid 20's with beautiful chocolate eyes and long, flaxen black hair. Bulma whispered to him, "Who's that?" an almost inaudible word fell from Goku's lips. "Chichi,"
She smirked. So that's who Chichi was. Bulma left Goku to dream about the black-haired woman and slipped to the kitchens. Wonderful aromas were emanating from the kitchen's doors. As Bulma walked in, a woman about her age, early 20's, greeted her with a bowl of tossed salad and a small plate of shrimp. "I made you something before you got here, we're so busy with everyone coming to town for the Christmas Parade, Hope you enjoy it, Bulma," Before she could give thanks, the girl known as '18' was off to prepare more food for the guests.
Bulma sat down with a fork and devoured all of it in half an hour. Now came her job, the only thing she hated about this hotel. It was a rather misplaced hotel, considering it was in Harlem, but still was very exquisite. However, being that it was placed in the area near-like Queen's and the Bronx, it had rather "special" privileges. It was allowed to contain a space of jobs that were commonly named "Call-girls"
Most people, when speaking of the term, usually refer them as "Whores, Sluts, Tramps, and ect." However, many of the call girls are very nice and sociable, particularly because they need to be friendly in order to fit the career well. It also required a sense of some "endurance" if you know what I mean. Whenever Bulma was asked what type of job she had, she would always reply "Sales" The reason for this is because she is ashamed of not having finishing her college degree in meta-physics and engineering, both of which she was an absolute genius in. Her father had injected that gene into her, as well as curiosity. That night was a slow night, only taking in two clients, most already had obtained escorts from other places or were married. Bulma did help out at the front desk, checking people in, but other than that, she just walked around the hotel.
Admiring the hotel was one of Bulma's favorite things to do, just looking around at all the beautiful painting and sculptures incorporated into the place. She had always been fascinated by art, any form as well as music. Bulma supposed she got that from her mother's side. Bulma had once been the very rich daughter of the President for Capsule Corp. Sadly, when her parents had found out she had dropped out because it was boring, they were so severely disappointed in her, she drifted away from them. Before she had left her parents, they had given her every type of opportunity to succeed. Therefore, Bulma was able to play the violin without flaw, and the Piano even better. But no one was ever looking for musicians anymore, unless in a theatrical work, and while Bulma's parent's were globally known, she hated to ever have to be put on T.V. She hated the publicity that took away her privacy.
When the night began to succumb to the wonders of the Sun, Bulma got her things together and prepared to leave, awaiting to have another meal and then do some chores. Maybe a nap, yeah, a nap sounded good. Bulma decidedly took off as the first rays of Sun touched on the edge of the city that never sleeps, New York. Arriving home, she set everything down, took off the dress, and slid into her bed. Just a small nap, Bulma thought-as the sun finally dawned to shine through her windows and lit up the room from what had been dank and dreary before.
Little did Bulma know that would be the last Sunset for her to see for a rather long time.