Episode 3

"Do you really want to die that badly?" I growled holding out the pieces of clothes in a dramatic manner.

"Shhhhh!" She hushed pulling her legs out of her trousers.

"I am being serious here!" My voice now reduced to a groan. "You got us a job that requires we dressing up to appeal to the leeriness of old men!" I look at her, then the clothe again.

"It's not technical any dress!" She replied putting on the crazy piece. "I've always wanted to be a Japanese maid!" She squealed, clearly happily adapting to the situation, .

"First, they search us like illegal immigrants, then they seize our phones before handing us clothes to look like sex objects to fulfill the exual fantasies of some random nasty predators."

Despite it being a female security personnel who did the searching, I am still pissed I got treated like a unwanted criminal.

Then my phone!

Geez, who randomly temporarily confiscate phones in this day and age?

I mean I understand the current age is too crazy, a little too much on the illiterate lane when it comes to what to share to the public and what to keep to themselves.

But still, any job that comes with strict control on communications seems too creepy to me. Not to mention illegal.

"I bet all the people people here are just a bunch of bastard~psychotic~sadistic~ pedophiles!" I grunt in disgust, still not moving an inch. "Babe, I'm going home!" I added deciding it's best I give up on tonight early.

"You can't!" She sighed already done.

"Why not?" I raised an eyebrow at her direction.

"Cause I sighed a clause for two of us!"

"You whattttttttttttttt?"

"If you walk out right now, you've gotta pay damages for intruding on private properties. And event!" She clarified sounding dramatic.

"What damages...?" I blinked unbelievable. I mean I know my bestie is crazy but I didn't think too far she'll get us into this dangerous trouble. She only shakes her head in a more dramatic melancholic way. "Just how much?"

"Three thousand!" She smiled. That smile was a silent plea.

"I really am dragging you with me to the psychiatric once we are out of here." I remark, glaring at her.

"So you're not bailing out!" She inquired eyeing me.

"How much is in for you?"

"One five zero zero for each for us." Her mood seem to have lit. "An extra five hundred for bringing an extra hand." She added trying so hard to hide a smile.

"So basically we are walking out of here with three thousand five hundred in dollars?"

She nods a positive answer. "Then God help anyone that'll so much as touch my dress!"

The pay sounds just too good for the job to be entirely decent.

"You're the best!" She squeak, hugging and kissing my cheeks.

"I wouldn't be crossing mountains for you if I weren't." I groan back.

"We've only got thirty minutes! I'll help you!

And thirty minutes later, we walked out of the room wearing a wig with a bang and two ponytails, a circled~shaped big eyeglasses, innocent makeup and, sexy maid uniforms.

One hour into the job gone and so far, no one has made a vivid attempt at sexual harassment. I just had a few leeching eyes to fend off with some scowls. My bestie and other two had majorly of the male attention. They had more fuller curvier bodies than me. And even with what, I had a feeling they had almost no molestation to complain.

For an event of seemingly rich powerful people, I'll say they were creepily well behaved tonight.

Or maybe they are just waiting for the perfect timing to jump out of all that acting so responsibly and gentlemenly.

Or it could be that the women they had by their side were doing the perfect job of keeping them on a tight leash.

Whatever the reason for the current situation is, I really am grateful.

And hope it stays this way til the end.

I had barely finish showering my silent gratitude when a hand touches the flair of my dress. Reflex action, I slap it away with the hand that wasn't holding the tray.

Lucky for me, I had just finished serving away the glasses and was on my way to refill some orders.

It would have been crashy and messy.

With crashing comes attention.

"Back off!" I growled at the man in question.

A pity that beauty was wasted on an attitude like his. He was tall and slender. Plus he's got a nice jaw. His hair short and in style.

And that tuxedo, I gotta admit, it had me thinking what will he look like without it.

At that point, the image of a certain big man popped into my head. It had my mind reverting into order.

"I'll like you!" He said, a glint in his eyes as he sips the content of the champagne glass.

"A pity you'll never get to decide." I mocked walking out of him. Not a flinch of regret hitting me. While the placed reeked of well~to~do persons, I didn't walk in with the intention of hooking up with anyone.

"What's your name?" I could hear him following in my step despite the crowd around.

"Not interested in whatever it is you have to offer me." I exclaimed raising my pace.

He gets drag off my radar before he catches up with me. In my head, I thank the woman while being sorry for her. The last thing I'll want is been around a man who flirts with the next alone skirts his eyes scans out.

I go into the kitchen area, I fill in my tray with the delicacies this time, instead of the drinks. I was tired of walking around too carefully because I had four long thin glasses ready to break at the slightest misstep.

"Can you imagine three different people tried to squeeze out my number off me?" A voice behind me giggled.

"I thank my stars for carrying a natural glare around. Always!" I utter back not turning around since I knew whose voice it was. And right now was impossible to talk~trash men.

"Do be careful though!" I add before she scurried off. Not that she needed any reminder from me. When it comes to men, she's usually a lot more levelheaded.

Few steps later, my body stop dead on it track, my eyes staring directly ahead.

"I am fried!" I hear my voice whisper out.

"And squished!" I hear another tiny voice of mine add .

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