sits across from me, looking on with late night movie eyes.
Each time I look at them I’m locked in, and have to force my eyes
back onto her resume.
she remember me?
a week for a year? This is absurd, of course she remembers.
Who wouldn’t remember giving lap dances to someone less than six
the world coming to? Of course she remembers.
in front of me says Gina, but I know better.
of previous employment in marketing and sales, buy no mention of
stripping (or anything creative for that matter). Although
I have to agree, given the setting it’s probably for the best.
stare blankly at the resume that’s resting next to my Scotch tape
dispenser and a large unorganized stack of post it notes and urgent
phone messages; none of this matters at the moment.
fills with drab elevator music. Somehow Motley Crue seems
more appropriate given the scene.
her legs, I catch a glimpse of her left thigh as it slides over
the right. A playful act to let me know she knows that I know.
I definitely know.
rings, Sandra from Human Resources. “One second” I say to
Brandi, making the motion with my index finger. Brandi shifts
in her chair, her tightly buttoned blouse ready to explode at any
something about Jordan being more qualified, but that I can hire
whomever I want for the position. I’m fixated on Brandi’s
lips. She releases her tongue ever so lightly and wets her
upper lip, pushing the bottom lip to a fit of jealously I’m sure.
holding the phone, but no one is on the other line so I slowly put
it back down into the cradle. Outside my door is Tim standing
among the massive cubicles, printers, fax machines, and a large
clock that reads two hours until five o’clock. Outside my
door there stands Tim, gawking at Brandi, finally walking in and
introducing himself. I say nothing.
pause as Brandi and I stare at Tim.
Gina.” Says Brandi finally.
Brandi talk for a second while I look over at my computer where
an email has just popped up from Sandra.
Just a quick note to remind you we need to make a decision
today, preferably before five o’clock. LOL.
My sister is coming to town. LOL. We’re all going
out for drinks after work. LOL.
I turn back
to Brandi and wonder why?
I come to
the conclusion that this is her way out. The window is closes
faster for a dancer than any other profession. This office.
This job. Her escape to normalcy. First she changes
her name (Gina is a good choice), then interviews for non-descript
jobs in Corporate America (check), settles in and becomes one of
the associates, it’s not difficult, she will learn by watching others.
Eventually she meets someone in the office and gets married, has
two children, and buys a ranch style house with a pool. Not
anything special, just an above ground pool where she can relax,
sipping on a Cosmopolitan, forgetting the past and her dirty little
secret. The definition of normalcy for girls named Brandi.
Tim leaves after I motion for him to exit.
I try to smile, but the right half of my face has gone numb. “Do
you have any questions?”
her legs she asks, “That depends, do I have the job?”
“Everything here looks good.” I pick up her resume.
“Just one more question.”
my throat, followed by a smile. “When did you stop dancing
at The Rear End?”
know what you’re talking about.” Says Brandi quickly.
I look closer.
Staring at Brandi’s, or wait, maybe…
begin sweating profusely so I set down the resume and wipe my hands
on my pants.
be wrong? I look at her again. A minute ago I was sure,
but now? Not so sure. Maybe I just wanted it to be Brandi
so bad. Come to think of it I don’t even remember looking
at Brandi’s eyes, even when she finished with the dance, pecked
me on the cheek and whispered a gracious “Thank you” in my ear I
don’t recall her eyes.
I need to recover.
calling. I leave the phone ring.
off the Motley Crue music.
there’s no other questions…” I tail off and place my hands
back on the desk.
What is it?” My voice cracks. The phone stops ringing.
“Do I have
the job?” She asks, followed by another re-cross of her legs.
This time a slight pause before the legs come together. Maybe
a seductive move on her part, maybe not.
point of no return. Trapped in a corner. LOL.
I look Gina
in the eyes, then look away, and then finally down at her resume.
“You have the job I say.” In a downtrodden tone. I try
to smile, but there’s nothing left; my entire face has gone numb.
shows a sigh of relief and then slowly she lifts herself from her
chair. I begin to do the same, but she motions for me to stay
slowly leans over the desk until her lips are an inch away from
mine. Perched over my desk she leans in further, brushing
against my lips over to my cheek that she kisses softly.
A breath hits my ear. “Thank you.” Whispers Brandi and then
leaves the office.
Motley Crue music.