Urgh
.
The beeping of the alarm had woken him, and Daniel threw his arm out to silence the annoying contraption. It connected, muffling the incessant noise, but despite his best fumbling efforts it would not switch off.
"Fuck you," he growled, hauling himself over to the side of the bed and squinting at the small machine, grimacing as he stabbed at the 'off' button.
It went quiet.
He sighed, looking at the time. Nine o'clock in the morning.
Hardly an unreasonable time to be getting up, Dan.
Scratching his designer stubble, he rolled onto his back, staring up at the patchy white ceiling of his hotel room. Light streamed through the thin curtains and he could hear the sounds of traffic out on Main Street, the other residents of this town already going about their business.
Get up!
"Alright!" he grunted, throwing aside the duvet with annoyance. He half-flopped out of bed, staggering towards the bathroom with a pained groan, and absent-mindedly scratched his ass as he turned on the taps.
Water splashed across his face as he flicked it with his hands, and instantly he felt better. He reached for his razor, preparing to trim the facial hair he spent so long shaping so that it looked like he spent no time on it at all, when a thought occurred to him.
Am I meant to be doing something today?
He paused, then sighed. Yes, he was. Today was the day he was to visit the mall and say hello to Jenny's sister. She was, after all, another employee.
"A
part-time
employee," he muttered to himself as the razorblade lightly kissed his cheek.
But he knew he had to call in nonetheless.
Urgh.
*****************************
The mall was absolutely heaving with people. The incessant drone of voices seemed to drown out Daniel's own thoughts, and he shook his head with wonder as he strode into the impressive structure.
I hated crowds back home, and I hate them just as much now.
He scanned the packed mass and was not at all surprised to find he could not see Jenny. They had arranged to meet near the entrance, but in such a press it was unlikely that he'd find her.
He pulled out his phone, scrolling down to his contacts and bringing up Jenny's number. A few button presses later and a text message was on its way.
It would take her a minute or so to respond, he knew. Even Jenny couldn't read and send a text in a matter of seconds, and he took that time to scan the crowd. He knew why it was busy, of course. The same reason he was here at all, given that he would normally have no desire to come to a mall at this time of day. Malls in general, fine, a person needed to shop and they could be perfectly pleasant if they were nice and quiet. But at midday on a weekend? No, thank you.
Glistening cars and trucks sat astride pedestals down the central aisle, held aloft like trophies. The flash of cameras glinted from their polished flanks, and swarms of adoring fans surrounded the bases of the plinths.
A banner caught his eye: 'Welcome to the
Oyster Creek Car Show 2010!
'
An annual event, no doubt, given the proudly emblazoned year after the name of the event. Just in case anyone couldn't remember the date, he surmised with a sarcastic shake of his head.
He still wasn't entirely sure why Jenny had been so insistent on his coming down her to meet her sister. He could understand that meeting his staff was probably a good idea, of course, but to do so outside of the shop, and on a weekend? Particularly when she was working elsewhere at the time.
At least this work won't interfere with the shop.
It was, after all, temporary. She was working the event, although he was entirely unsure in what capacity. Jenny had been sketchy with the details, embarrassed, no doubt, by the fact that her sister was probably picking up trash or similar.
Everyone has to start somewhere, though.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he slid it from his pants. The screen flashed: 'one new message -- Jenny'.
"I cn c u. w8 thr."
Text speak.
He shook his head despondently. He was the same age as Jenny, yet didn't feel the need to write in code.
Still, all your friends do, Dan, so maybe you're the odd one out.
He stood, the phone returned to his pocket, and a thrust his hands into his pants. The crowd whooped around him, the mixed voices -- of all ages -- an excited buzz about his ears.
His eyes found Jenny a few moments later, and she beamed at him. He smiled back, lifting his hands from his pockets to greet her with a hug. He might not have wanted to be here, but that didn't mean he wasn't pleased to see her.
And how could he not be? Her short brown hair was straightened as always, her hazel eyes glowing with their usual warmth. Stretched over her torso was a grey polo-necked sweater, the chest pushed outwards delightfully by the swell of her large breasts, and it was complimented by a pair of tight, very blue jeans. White trainers (sorry,
sneakers
) gleamed on her feet.
"I'm glad you made it!" she grinned, taking Daniel's arm and beginning to lead him through the press.
"Suddenly, so am I," he laughed back. She glanced up at him with amusement, clearly picking up on his undertone.
Shit, she looks gorgeous. Of course.
He was half-tempted to pull her close and remind her that his hotel room was only ten minutes away.
He bit his tongue. There would, no doubt, be time for that later. For now, he was meeting her sister.
"So what does your sister do?"
"She's employed here at the car show for now," Jenny replied. "She does it every year."
"Good enough to be hired back, then."
"Oh, yes. Easily." Jenny paused. "What did you mean by that?"
Daniel regarded her a moment, his eyebrow raised. "What I said. She's obviously good at her job."
"But why mention that at all?"
"Why not?"
"It just seems... odd." She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know, really. I guess I thought you might have been a little embarrassed by whatever it is she does here. You wouldn't tell me yesterday, after all. I just wanted to remind you that whatever she's doing, she's doing it well."
A grin spread across Jenny's lovely face. "Aww, that's sweet."
She bounced up onto her tip-toes and gave him a quick kiss.
"The reason I didn't tell you what she did," she started, dragging him through the massed ranks once more, "was because I wanted it to be a surprise."
"A surprise?"
"Ah! There she is."
Jenny didn't respond to his question, instead yanking him to the left, to the crowd surrounding a very expensive looking sports car. Then he noticed that Jenny was pointing. At a girl in a short dress.
His jaw nearly dropped.
Her sister was
stunning
. Long and wavy blonde hair, creamy skin and a winning smile turned in their direction. Wonderful brown eyes glowed from the beauty's face as they locked onto Daniel, and he laughed inwardly as he realised they were nearly identical to Jenny's. And, like her younger sister, this girl looked amazing.
Unlike her sister, however, she was not dressed conservatively. Clearly, she was a model here at the show, and her attire reflected that. Shiny red pumps on her feet, which lead to long, smooth legs. She was wearing a short red dress, its tight hem coming to halfway down her thighs, and as she sauntered over to Jenny and Daniel he could not help that his eyes were drawn up her body.
To her huge breasts.
They were magnificent, pressed outwards like two pristine watermelons on her chest. They were well-constrained by the tight garment, but Daniel could definitely understand why she kept getting hired.
"See," Jenny giggled. "I knew you'd like her."
"I, er, don't know what to say..."
"Well say something, because she's almost here. And she just
loves
English accents."
