Page 6 of Nanny Crush
I lock up the house and go shower since I’m dripping with sweat. I take a long, hot shower and let the water massage away any soreness in my muscles. I feel them begin to relax as the stiffness eases away. I climb out and get to work on styling my long, dark hair. I blow dry it and then curl it to perfection. Now that there is no rain, the body is back, and it looks full and healthy. I move onto makeup, adding some concealer under my eyes, adding some light eyeliner and mascara. I put some highlighter and blush on my cheeks, and then apply a shimmery pink lip gloss.
Happy with the way my hair and makeup look, I move to my closet to find a nice outfit. I try on several different options, but end up settling on a white summer dress that has pink flowers. I add a thin brown belt around my waist and pull on a pair of boots to match. I stand back and look myself over. I’m looking very nanny-like. While I wait out the clock, I find something to make for lunch. I settle for a turkey and cheese sandwich with some pretzels and a cutie. I take my plate to the couch and sit and watch TV while I eat.
My phone rings before I’ve even finished my lunch, and I grab it to see that Kinsley is calling.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing. Just dealt with the lunch rush and figured I’d call and chat with you while I take my break.”
“Well, sorry for the bad news, but I’m not doing anything entertaining either.”
“Darn, and here I was hoping that you’d discovered that your life’s dream would be to become a stripper and to live out the rest of your days in a traveling van that you parked in the driveways of bachelor parties.”
I laugh. “There is seriously something wrong with you.”
“Oh, I know,” she chuckles. “So, did you ever call Liam?”
“I did this morning, actually. I’m going for an interview here in a couple of hours.”
“That’s great! Pretty soon you’ll be rolling in money… just like a stripper! Oh my God, it’s all coming together.”
I laugh. “Stop it. Strippers need to have big boobs and butts to make any money, and I don’t have either. I resemble the pole they dance on more than anything else.”
She giggles. “You may be tall and skinny, but you’re beautiful and you know it.”
“I should have listened to my mother when she tried to sign me up for dance class as a kid, I could have a whole new career by now.”
She laughs. “I don’t think strippers require much education.”
“True. Although, if that falls through, I’m going to have to go to plan B.”
“What’s plan B?”
“Selling foot pics! People pay crazy amounts of money for stuff like that.”
She dies laughing. “You have to be joking.”
“Nope, it’s a thing. Look it up.”
“I don’t think I want too. Feet are gross. Sweaty and stinky. Eww.”
“There’s even a website where you can sell your dirty socks.”
She makes a fake gagging sound.
“Hey now. Don’t knock it until you try it,” I say, giving her a hard time.
“Okay, seriously you need a job now. You’re spending way too much time on the internet.”
I laugh. “You may be on to something there.”
“Well, good luck at your interview, I know you’ll kill it.”
“Thanks, I hope so. It would be nice to be able to save up some money.”
“Call me and let me know how it goes.”
“Will do,” I promise, hanging up the phone and going back to my lunch.
