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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jun 25, 2012 1:06:46 GMT -5
.  like a waterfall in slow motion three.seven.six. - cece - click ------------------------------------------------------------------Mav couldn’t really describe how excited he was to come into work. Usually he hated work and dreaded going in. It wasn’t because Mav was lazy, it was just he saw a lot of the people from his social circle with their families and it was awkward having to serve them when he hung out with them on a regular basis. None of that mattered today though because he was actually going to have some fun at work. He had dared Cece to come into work dressed in a sexy cat costume. She had said that she would do it for his week’s paycheck. As much as he needed the money so that he could buy a new car he was willing to blow a paycheck on this.
He walked into the Lighthouse not spotting Cece in the back yet. He was glad to be there before her so he could make sure she did come there in it and didn’t just change when she got there. He felt his pants pocket to make sure the money from his paycheck and a few of his tips were still there. Of course he had put a lot of it in ones just for laughs. He had fun flirting the girl while they were at work. Sure she was no Kota, but it wasn’t like Kota saw his as anything more than just her best friend. So of course he had to occupy himself with other girls to keep his mind off of her or else it would drive him insane.
Mav leaned up against the counter in the back as he waited for Cece to arrive. Sure if their manager caught him not doing anything when he had already clocked in he would be in trouble, but it was so worth it that day. Plus it was that weird time between lunch and dinner so the place was practically empty. Mav laughed a little thinking of Cece’s comment about how if she got fired she was going to punch him in the face. They both knew that that wouldn’t happen. Their manager was kind of a perv so there was no way he was going to fire someone that he spent most of the time sexually harassing.
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Post by ARACELI EVANNA GRANT on Jun 25, 2012 18:32:27 GMT -5
There was a part of Araceli that could not believe what she was doing as she slipped the entirely too short skirt over her long legs. The costume had come with a sorry excuse for a top that hardly covered any of her chest, the cursed short skirt, fishnets, a spiked color, and of course matching kitty ears and a tail. Cece was able to supply her own pair of black stilettos, and the costume was complete. After every piece was properly put on, Cece chanced a look in the mirror and scowled. There was no way she wouldn’t get fired for this. Cece played with her hair trying to find the most suitable style for it before just putting it up in the bun she normally would for work. Her work clothes, a white button down and black pencil skirt, were safely tucked into a small duffel bag, and Araceli was desperate to put them on instead of this overly sexy costume. But this had been the bet, and Cece could definitely use Mav’s paycheck to replace the pair of sparkly, perfect heels Jason had lost. Suddenly fueled with a different sort of annoyance, Cece grabbed her stuffed and clomped down the hallway towards the door. She called out to Alice, ”Alice, don’t you dare come and look or I’ll punch you in the face!” Cece heard snickering from a crack in Alice’s door and then slammed out. The drive to Lighthouse Sound was a good 10 minutes for Araceli to regain her composure. She needed the money just like any other waitress did, and she’d already bought and put the costume on. There was no backing out now, not that Cece would have ever considered backing out; she was always willing to own up to her stupid decisions. When she pulled into the employee’s parking, Cece turned the car off and sat for a good 2 minutes, preparing herself from the onslaught of stares she was going to receive. Araceli had always been looked at in that way and she hated it, and showing up in this costume wasn’t going to be helping her case. Cece sighed and clambered out of the car, slamming the door of the old thing. She took a second to adjust the costume, pulling the hem of the skirt down and the top of her top up. Araceli wasn’t the most endowed when it came to breasts, but the top made it look like she was. She took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant. Cece spotted Maverick waiting, leaning on the counter in the employees’ area. She looked at him and walked straight, ignoring the piercing gazes of the patrons. There weren’t many there at that time, but the ones that were there looked confused and someone started laughing. Cece didn’t stop though, and walked towards Mav until she was in front of the counter he leaned on. She did a little turn at a moderate pace, letting everyone that was watching get a full view, and then curtsied towards Mav. After, Araceli placed her hand, palm up and beckoned him to pay up with her fingers. ”There, happy? Now pay up, bitch,” she said with a triumphant grin. [style=font-face:georgia; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #000000; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; width: 200px;]words 5 3 8 tagged mav/mae notes outfit ;3 |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jun 28, 2012 22:37:27 GMT -5
. like a waterfall in slow motion three.two.three - cece - click - this post kinda fails btw ------------------------------------------------------------------A broad smile grew on Mav’s face as he started hearing the whispering from the patrons. He figured that that meant Cece had just walked in. He was trying to contain how excited he was about this. He couldn’t believe she actually went along with it really. Not like he was complaining. A girl in a sexy outfit was well a girl in sexy outfit and he was not going to argue with that. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other anxiously. His ears picked up on the clicking of heels and his smile got bigger. He had to try and keep from letting his mouth drop as he saw her. His eyes were fixed on her for a moment just staring like an idiot. He shook himself out of his daze and had to forcefully tell his brain that he needed to give her the money. He shoved his hand in his pocket and handed her the money, including the extra tips.
It took everything in him not to grab her and make out with her right then and there. Even though he was the one to put her up to this he knew it was a whole new level of teasing. He gulped hard trying to keep his emotions in check. ‘So Cece I think that we need to get more straws so you have to go back to the storage room.’ Ok that was a big fat lie, but it wasn’t like he was going to try and do anything out there. Although as he thought about it more it would be kind of creepy if he just randomly followed her. He went back and forth between ideas of how he was going to make it work. He knew Cece always just liked to tease but he had vowed that one day he would win and he would at least get a make-out session in with her. . |
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Post by ARACELI EVANNA GRANT on Jul 3, 2012 19:45:19 GMT -5
The people of the restaurant were steadily turning their attention back to their food, much to Araceli's relief. She hated to be looked at like a piece of meat, although she often got that reaction from the male population. In some cases, like Mav's, it was a gratifying sensation, liking having a gun pointed at someone. He might have gone along with whatever she said at that moment, and she fed off of that. Other times, it was a hassle just trying to get anywhere without being approached, or cat-called at. Right now, however, Cece's eyes were on the prize: Mav's paycheck. He placed it in her hand, and her smile grew larger. She idly began to count the money and tips, hoping it would be enough to replace those Jimmy Choo's Jason had lost. She barely heard him suggest going back to the storage room, but when she finally realized he had spoken to her, she looked up from the money with a confused look. "Back to the storage room? Straws? Honey, I have got to get out of this costume, and then I'll clock in." Cece turned her eyes back to the money for a fraction of a second, and then looked back up, enlightened. Oh, he wanted to be alone with her. She narrowed her eyes at him, sizing him up. That hadn't been apart of the bet, at all; she never said she would give him any action. Besides, she wasn't some two dollar whore who dressed up at a man's request. This had just been a bet, nothing more. At that precise moment, the manager walked towards them, smiling. He crowed, "Araceli!" and she groaned inwardly. "Oh, God..." she muttered. "What a great idea! Dress up Fridays? It's perfect! I might just have to give you a raise for this, Araceli." He winked at the end, and then clapped his hands together. "Anyway, we need some straws. Why don't you go get some, Araceli? Strut your stuff and don't change." Cece's jaw went slack with shock as he walked away. He wanted her to stay in this ridiculous get up? She turned her eyes to Maverick, who would no doubt be excited. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it and spun on her black heels to go to clock in and go to the storage room, knowing Mav would follow. Cece entered the room, flipping the switch to light the place, and began gathering straws. [style=font-face:georgia; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #000000; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; width: 200px;]words 4 1 3 tagged mav/mae notes outfit ;3 |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 8, 2012 15:15:21 GMT -5
. like a waterfall in slow motion three.five.three - cece - click - frick this sucks sorry! mav muse is hating on life ------------------------------------------------------------------This was probably the most satisfying few hundred dollars that Mav had ever spent. It was probably also the best day he ever spent at work. He knew that Cece probably wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was, but he didn’t even care. Mav couldn’t help but give a puppy dog look as she said she was going to change out. ‘Come on Cece. You know you don’t really want to change.’ He couldn’t blame her for wanting to change though. He figured if he was in that situation he would definitely want to be back into normal clothes as soon as he possibly could. Thankfully he was a guy and he didn’t have to do things like dress up in cat costumes to work. Nope he just got to wear his uniform and look sexy in that. Mav wasn’t conceited, nope not one bit.
The biggest grin graced Mav’s face as their pervy manager in. Perv-man to save the day! Mav had to stifle a laugh as their manager told her to stay in the costume the rest of the day. Could this day get any better? Mav really was trying to hide the glee on his face, but he couldn’t help it. This was just all too amusing. He loved it even more that their manager affirmed the thing about getting straws. He had actually just made that one up and considered his luck to just be continuing on when the straw thing ended up being true. Without even thinking, Mav followed Cece back to the storage room. Ok well he was thinking, but not with the proper head. It wasn’t that big of a deal though. He was used to not thinking properly when in situations like this. He was male after all. ‘So Cece aren’t you just so excited to be staying in that costume all day? I know I’m excited.’ He let the door to the storage room close behind him and a smirk plant itself on his face. He leaned up against the door, crossing his arms across his torso. Oh ya, good day at work. . |
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