I have a difficult, and often misunderstood job. I go door to door and talk to people about issues, and ask them to give money to whichever group I am working for at the time. It's all legitimate, don't get me wrong, but it does require me to be out at odd hours of the night.
One thing my job is great for, however, is halloween. Cute little kids have nothing on me. I'm 5'5" and a half, 125 lbs, well toned legs, sporting a C cup. I get candy *and* cash. It's the greatest night of the year, as far as my career goes. My office thought it would be cute to decorate the office, and dress up, reasonably, for the holiday.
I came in wearing a burgandy peasant blouse, over a long green skirt. very renaissance. topping the whole thing off with a black corset, (a little over the top for a work day, I admit) I figured I would do fairly well that night.
Our office manager, Greg, normally looking pretty suave at a well-toned 6'3" looked down right excellent in goth-y black cape, white ruffled shirt, and black pants. His normally dark hair seemed a shade or two darker, and I wouldn't be surprised if he dyed it. The rest of our office was not quite so ... well, halloweeny. Not in my sense of the word, anyway. Some thought it would be funny to wear masks of former presidents (and current). Never the less, the day started off normally, despite our distinct attire.
As we were getting ready to drive out to the area we would be working that night, Greg mentioned that he would be working with me for an hour, to see how I was doing. I'll admit, the past few nights hadn't gone so well... I was off my game. As we dropped everyone else off, Greg and I traded jokes about each other's costume, each time implying that the other was overdressed.
"Going to get a lot of money, tonight, with that costume?"
"That was the idea." I grinned.
"Candy too, but not as much as me."
"Right, right, it would be embarrassing if the office manager didn't make as much as the star employee."
"Star employee? Not this week." (We were always a bit competitive) "Speaking of which... " He paused, pulling over to where my area of houses began, "I'll meet you here at 8:30... go to a few houses with you, see how you're doing. Boost that average of yours... Star." I had to laugh at that last part.
The night went very well, as I had anticipated. Everyone was in good spirits, and if they couldn't afford my asking amount, they gave me a few handfuls of candy. Either way you looked at it, I was doing great. At 7, the sun dissappeared entirely from the sky, and twilight turned into night. The moon peeked over the neighborhood, through the leaves of the tree-lined roads I was walking along. The houses were located on a country road, with no streetlights... it was very very dark.
"Shit.." I muttered. It was almost impossible to see where I was going, but I had been doing the job for over a year, so it didn't really matter if I could see or not. Besides, I had to meet Greg... only... I had somehow disoriented myself. Every corner looked identical to the one past, and I couldn't figure out which one he had dropped me off on, and damned if I could read my notes.
