|Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous,|
@ 2016-03-16 00:37:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, affiliation: a.r.m.o.r., affiliation: s.h.i.e.l.d., character: nick fury, character: wicked|
Come and put ya name on it
Setting:Alley behind a hotel
Summary:This Cake game is getting weak
Dog groomer. She wasn't sure if she liked dogs in general or just pig so that was a no. Receptionist. She hated people, that was never goign to work. Oh but this one sounded more her speed. $$$Part time modeling deal, must be hot and adventurous.$$$ Maybe that was the ticket, she could finally be a porn star and while skipping the escort step. The cake bumped knocking the phone out of her hand.
"Hey!" She barked at Gary and Ted wheeling her through the hotel. "It's not a fucking race, he's turning fifty not eighty-six. Settle down!"
There were definitely worst jobs she could have and at least this one was fun sometimes. She got a wig a cute costumes and sometimes she stuck around to party if the client wasn't a complete perv. But the routine was becoming dull. Between bar-tending the day shift and the Cake calls she was getting bored.
Ted and Gary would arrive in the van with cake. It was always usually cross town in perpetual traffic. Ted and Gary were almost always late and there was never time to change in a hotel room so she'd have to already be dressed in the freezing cold or quickly change int he back of the van while being careful not to damage the cake, if the cake was in fact real. If it was an all nude deal she they couldn't go through the kitchen per health code. Event planners were always the worst. In an effort to keep the surprise hidden they usually had her hide in the cake for hours and always had their own thoughts on what she should do wear or what music she should come out the cake to. She liked it better when it was just someones brother-in-law with the request. "He's getting married and want someone with the biggest tits!"
This party was small which was good because she had a Wallstreet party to get to and they always wanted her to stick around. They didn't want some big show they wanted her for the novelty. She quickly put the phone in her bra once she heard the cheers and once the chorus of Happy Birthday ended David Rose's The Stripper began to play it was show time. She stuck her hand through the false top and stood up in a blond bob wig, rhinestone stone lingerie and a big fluffy boa. The room was filled with middle aged men smoking cigars and cat-calling and in front of her was the birthday boy sitting in a makeshift throne. He was clearly someones father and she was clearly a big surprise because the blush on his face was not from the scotch. She loved these clients, not just because they weren't creepy but because the genuinely enjoyed the show.
"Happy birthday Frankie Baby!" She said plopping herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around him and leaving a big red lip print on his cheek. She stayed to take a few pictures but soon they were on their way again. And once again they were running late. She decided to take a smoke break while she Ted and Gary took their sweet time getting the Van. She wrapped the silk robe around her tighter as she thumbed through the classifieds again. She could totally sell Avon, most of the girls at the club already did!