The Short & Curlies.

And there I sat, trying not to fidget, him burning a path into the rug, pacing back and forth asking me endless questions;
Did I know..? Have I done..? How long..? Would I do it again..? Who was it with..? Did I enjoy it..?
I felt a drop of sweat drip down my back and get caught in the band of my pencil skirt, bought specially for him.
I could hardly keep up with all of his questions, my answers only triggering new questions to which I had to find answers.
Then, suddenly he went quiet, he settled in a chair, still posed like a leopard ready to strike. I didn’t know what made me more uneasy, the question firing or the sudden silence as I felt his gaze almost burn into me.
He swept over my face, making me doubt my every brush stroke of make up, my lipstick, was it perfect? Were my lashes long enough to distract him? Or would he notice..? Could he tell? Should I tell him? Play it cool? Oh god… Why did I do it? Why was I stupid enough to think I’d get away with it?
The nerves starting to make me bite the inside of my cheek, my leg starting to bounce.
He wanted the whole truth, but… Would he still want me if I told him my dirty secret..? Would he still be interested or would have I messed everything up? Shit shit shit… I’d never done anything like this before… I’d gotten too damn bold, how on earth could I have thought this was a freaking good idea to face him like this?! Why why WHY?!

He asked me again, “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me?”

The seconds felt like minutes, my heart like that of a hummingbird, I wanted this to turn out well, my whole life was in the balance…
Play it cool, I thought to myself. You need to tell the truth, just do it, pull it off like a bandaid, quickly, then it’ll be over.
It’ll be over… Those words froze my heart.

“Well…” I managed to say, choking on my own tongue, “there is one thing…”

“Tell me, I’m sure we can work it out” He said, bringing out a kind smile, warming his posture and showing crinkles in the corner of his eyes, proof that he smiled more often than he had today.

“I sort of cheated… I… I knew if I played clean you’d never want me…” I closed my eyes, my cheeks burning, my teeth clenched, I lifted my arm slowly and played with my long hair nerviously.

“What do you mean you cheated?” the smile slid off his face, his eyes turned a darker brown, shadows appearing.

I sighed deeply and my voice shook, “I’ll show you”

I reached into my bag and pulled out make up remover and wipes, he looked at me confused. He went to speak out, obviously impatient but I held my hand up and looked at him directly and he complied.
I rubbed the cloth over my face and a black mark appeared, then my arms, then legs and lastly I took my hand to my beloved locks of beautiful chocolate hair and pulled them backwards, away from my face.

As this was done the room was silent.
In front of him was sat a girl with a short, bubblegum pink bob, legs and arms covered in tattoos full of colour and a tiny heart next to her eye.

He sat down, this time his pose had lost its agressivity, the confusion showing clearly, along with curiosity.

“But…what?” he was flumoxed, it’s not every day a girl fully transforms herself to work alongside you.

I sat there quietly but looking him straight in the eye, my cv on the desk between us. I’d gotten here, hadn’t I? Was it just the perfect look she’d studied and copied meticulously or did they really want someone passionate about their work? This was the make or break moment.

“I want this job more than anything and I’d say I’d be willing to do that every day if that means I got the job but I want to be straight with you, that’s bullshit.
If you don’t hire me, I promise one day I will become the best in my line of work for someone elses company and every day you will wish you had gotten over the biased opinion your office has about every woman that works here needs to look like the next Miss America.” I stood there, dizzy, my heartbeat in my ears, not sure if I could even continue to stand for much longer, wondering how the hell I had had the guts to tell the partner of the most well known law firm in New York that if he didn’t hire me, he’d regret it. It was basically a threat! Oh shit oh shit oh sh…



“You start Monday at 8am.” He walked around the desk and looked down at me, “and about your… art. Wear work appropriate clothing, you can explain the rest to anyone who cares to ask.”

I sat there as he walked out and the glass door closed softly. I… got… the job..?

*insert very loud very annoying noise*

My eyelids flickered. I reached out and pulled my phone under the covers, turning the alarm off and shivering in cold. It was just another day.
I slowly got ready, pulling on my stripey uniform, leaving my humanity at home I went to fill my cart at the shop.

“Tuck your hair properly into that cap, nobody needs to see your weird shit. And put the sticker over that damn black thing on your face. God, I can’t believe my manager hired you, eugh. Now go, you’ll be late.” My supervisor was a tall slim woman with dyed blond hair with long extensions and plumpy lips thanks to injections. She’d also had her chest, nose and cheeks done and was constantly strutting around boasting about it. She didn’t like me, obviously. So with a sigh I head off to my daily area.

I smile as I walk into the beautiful lobby, the doorman smiling back and opening the door, I waved at the receptionists and handed them their coffee then head upstairs in the elevator. As the doors were closing a man rushed in, brown eyes, a sharp suit and an inquisitive gaze.

“Morning! Coffee?” I ask smiling, “I hope you don’t mind saying but, you seem like you need it, haha!”

He laughed and ran his hands through his hair, taking a sip from the cup, “And you need to find a job where they don’t make you wear that ridiculous hat!” He laughed and knocked it off my head, my pink hair falling into my face “Right, come on, I need the rehearsal, can we go over these notes? I need to see if they sound as good as I want them to!” he smiled, we both knew they would be.

We left the elevator and wandered towards his office and as he picked up his paperwork off the cart, I put my CV on the top of the list.

“It’s about time” he said quietly, smiling at me “You start Monday” he said.

*insert annoying sound here*