Barbie’s eat lettuce for lunch and they are somehow satisfied. I'll get there, just has to take some dedication.”
She looks at me and all I see is sadness in her eyes. What the hell is going on with this chick?
“Well, Samantha, Barbie’s should come in all sizes. They should make a Chef Barbie who likes to eat. I don't see why you would want to change how you look anyway. You’re incredibly sexy, why change that?”
Unlike the last time I told her she was sexy, I actually see her response. She is blushing so much it’s all around her neck and heading off in directions I wish I could see.
“Thank you, Axel, I wish I could believe that.”
With that, I place the food down onto her desk, head to the door, turn back, and see that she is staring at me, watching my every move.
“I don’t lie, Samantha. You’re incredibly sexy and one day you’ll realize it.”
Things have been going good, I have been getting all of the websites updated as well as coming up with some great promotional ideas for the shop. One of the things I’ve done is develop a shop shirt that the guys are giving out as well as selling them at the desk that say: Tattooed by Two Pricks. I also have t-shirts specific to the artist. The colors are different: Allen’s are purple, Paul’s are neon orange, Camaron’s are yellow, Jay’s will be blue, once his apprenticeship is over and he is full time, and Axel’s color is Pink. The t-shirt’s logo is the same but on the back it says:
I was tattooed by a prick named (Axel, Camaron, Paul, Allen or Jay)
The shirts are huge sellers amongst the female clients and it’s funny seeing my designs along with the guy’s names walking down the street. Things with the shop are going well; not only have I increased sales but I am now helping Carrie with running the front end when she needs coverage as well as helping with closing each night.
I’ve somehow acquired Camaron’s closing tasks as he seems to leave early every night. Monday and Thursday nights, he always seems to have plans, which is fine by me, as I love spending time with the pricks. They’ve all become great friends to me. Every Monday, Allen teaches me how to play pool I don’t understand why he continues to try since I’m horrible at it, but he doesn’t give up and I love playing. Paul and Carrie have adopted me on Thursday nights when Camaron has important plans. They pick me up and we head to a local bar called Cruisers, for all you can eat wing night. I’m in heaven on Thursdays. I still try to watch what I eat in front of Camaron, but damn, endless wings—I have a smile ear to ear each and every time.
It’s Sunday and we are off today, I've asked Camaron if it would be okay to paint the kitchen and get some new dishes. The kitchen is the last room to update since I’ve already completed the rest of the house. All of my furniture arrived and I bought some new end tables. I have framed a few pictures of the pricks as well as a few of Camaron and me and hung them on the walls. The apartment is now becoming a home and it looks great. The only downer is the kitchen but Camaron agreed and so now we’re at The Home Depot looking at color samples.
“Babe, whatever color you like is fine. This is our apartment and if you want the kitchen to be pink, paint it pink.” I chuckle and shake my head at him.
“I would never paint our kitchen pink, pink is not a kitchen color.” Camaron comes up behind me, places his chin on my shoulder and his arms around me, and looks at the samples that I have narrowed it down to.
“I think we should paint it Sundance it reminds me of when we were younger and we played in the grass and looked up at the sun.” Wow, I love how he remembers the little things.
“Yellow it is.” We head off to get the paint mixed and then check out.
On our way home, we stop at Pier One and pick out our new dishes. They are gorgeous and actually have a similar yellow accent
She looks at me and all I see is sadness in her eyes. What the hell is going on with this chick?
“Well, Samantha, Barbie’s should come in all sizes. They should make a Chef Barbie who likes to eat. I don't see why you would want to change how you look anyway. You’re incredibly sexy, why change that?”
Unlike the last time I told her she was sexy, I actually see her response. She is blushing so much it’s all around her neck and heading off in directions I wish I could see.
“Thank you, Axel, I wish I could believe that.”
With that, I place the food down onto her desk, head to the door, turn back, and see that she is staring at me, watching my every move.
“I don’t lie, Samantha. You’re incredibly sexy and one day you’ll realize it.”
Things have been going good, I have been getting all of the websites updated as well as coming up with some great promotional ideas for the shop. One of the things I’ve done is develop a shop shirt that the guys are giving out as well as selling them at the desk that say: Tattooed by Two Pricks. I also have t-shirts specific to the artist. The colors are different: Allen’s are purple, Paul’s are neon orange, Camaron’s are yellow, Jay’s will be blue, once his apprenticeship is over and he is full time, and Axel’s color is Pink. The t-shirt’s logo is the same but on the back it says:
I was tattooed by a prick named (Axel, Camaron, Paul, Allen or Jay)
The shirts are huge sellers amongst the female clients and it’s funny seeing my designs along with the guy’s names walking down the street. Things with the shop are going well; not only have I increased sales but I am now helping Carrie with running the front end when she needs coverage as well as helping with closing each night.
I’ve somehow acquired Camaron’s closing tasks as he seems to leave early every night. Monday and Thursday nights, he always seems to have plans, which is fine by me, as I love spending time with the pricks. They’ve all become great friends to me. Every Monday, Allen teaches me how to play pool I don’t understand why he continues to try since I’m horrible at it, but he doesn’t give up and I love playing. Paul and Carrie have adopted me on Thursday nights when Camaron has important plans. They pick me up and we head to a local bar called Cruisers, for all you can eat wing night. I’m in heaven on Thursdays. I still try to watch what I eat in front of Camaron, but damn, endless wings—I have a smile ear to ear each and every time.
It’s Sunday and we are off today, I've asked Camaron if it would be okay to paint the kitchen and get some new dishes. The kitchen is the last room to update since I’ve already completed the rest of the house. All of my furniture arrived and I bought some new end tables. I have framed a few pictures of the pricks as well as a few of Camaron and me and hung them on the walls. The apartment is now becoming a home and it looks great. The only downer is the kitchen but Camaron agreed and so now we’re at The Home Depot looking at color samples.
“Babe, whatever color you like is fine. This is our apartment and if you want the kitchen to be pink, paint it pink.” I chuckle and shake my head at him.
“I would never paint our kitchen pink, pink is not a kitchen color.” Camaron comes up behind me, places his chin on my shoulder and his arms around me, and looks at the samples that I have narrowed it down to.
“I think we should paint it Sundance it reminds me of when we were younger and we played in the grass and looked up at the sun.” Wow, I love how he remembers the little things.
“Yellow it is.” We head off to get the paint mixed and then check out.
On our way home, we stop at Pier One and pick out our new dishes. They are gorgeous and actually have a similar yellow accent
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