Chapter 2 Level

• "Lindsay knows some guys who would be willing to pay us hard cash for one-night stands." The blond insinuates with a decided smile on her face as I look away from them and walk towards a shelf. "They’re the drug dealers that Blake had been working for months now."
• "Like prostitution?"
• "No." The blond chuckles happily.
• Darling technically yes that is prostitution, I disagreed mentally as I placed my back against the shelf that I am hiding from while I am listening to their conversation.
• "I think it is." The other one disagrees. "I do not think I can sell my vagina like that." The woman continues to sound hesitant and I could not help but agree with her.
• I mean, it is not that easy, right?
• Right?
• "Oh come on." The blond encourages again. "How do you think we would be able to go to that Spring break party in Las Vegas if we do not go for miles?"
• And by go for miles means selling vaginas.
• They are like the kind of meat that is being sold in the butcher shop.
• "Maybe we can work as a waitress?" The other one continues to sound hesitant.
• "Begging for little tips? No way." Miss Blondie shuts her down right away.
• "Or a nanny?"
• "Where is the fun in watching over a child?" She whines like a baby. "The pay will not be that big anyway! And that job is no fun!"
• "There is this site from the flyer where we can apply and get through the process." The other one continues to disagree again, who is obviously much more hesitant about the other girl’s proposition.
• "The process would probably take forever!" The blond exclaims using her hands. "You do not even know if that company is legit or not."
• "We could try. I mean, we do not have to sell our vaginas."
• "Ugh! You are such a loser, I swear." The blond whines as I hear a chair being pushed back and as I look in her eyes, she was damned eager to get her vagina fucked by different guys to be paid. "We can always smoke a joint, pop a party drug or drink a shot before we fuck some random guys. If you want to earn pennies then count me out. I am going to tell Lindsay to hook me up with those dealers and I am going to Las Vegas with or without you, Paula ."
• "Linds, we are talking about selling our vaginas here to some random guys for money who are drug dealers." The other one, Paula , states as a matter-of-factually.
• "Paula, it is just sex."
• Wow, that is easy to say.
• She continues, "What is the difference with those drunk one-night stands that you had anyways? You even kept having sex with Clinton when he was still dating that freaking virgin, what is the difference from that?"
• I gaped.
• "Clinton and I had been fuck friends since Senior year in high school." Paula defended herself and I cannot believe finding out about my ex-boyfriend cheating on me.
• Oh the nerve of that man.
• Lindsay laughs, "Fuck friends? You are in love with him."
• "I am not." The other one defended.
• "Yeah you are. Remember when I confessed to you when Clinton and I had constantly group sex with his friends after getting high in his frat house and you got so mad about it so you and I had to threesome him while he kept cheating on his new girlfriends?"
• "Stop it." Paula barks.
• Linds continues to laugh, "That is my point here. You fuck and you get over it."
• Well, I guess the blondies do have more fun. I thought to myself.
• "I am leaving." My eyes travel to the blond who is now walking away from the table as she wears a very provocative skirt and skimpy crop top. "I am getting my vagina drilled and getting paid for it."
• "Wait up!" The other woman chases her slutty friend as I begin to step out from the shelf that I have been hiding from.
• I glance over their table where Hamlet has been left behind, so I walked to it and pick it up only to be halted by a piece of a flyer that has been left behind. I look around to search for them but they are no longer nearby so I travel my eyes back to the paper that says ‘Earn up to $2,500 a month and more.’
• My eyes widened instantly as soon as I have landed my attention on it. I did not see anything else other than those words which quickly got my interest.
• I begin to walk to the shelf where Hamlet should be placed as my eyes are glued on the writings that are on the flyer as it says: ‘Want to be a nanny?’
• Nanny? I parroted in the back of my head.
• My eyes continue to read the next words: Be chosen from our extremely wealthy and generous parents, get hired on the day, and get fixed compensation and personal perks with extra bonuses that you can ever imagine. If you have two or more years of experience in being a nanny and/or private tutor, or you are willing to be trained for two weeks for certification, then we are looking for you! Check us out on our website www.nanniesland.com and sign up for free.
• I traveled my eyes to the last words that had an asterisk before it as it says: Limited slots only for the month of January. Your level will be determined through your entrance score and interview.
• I breathe out heavily as I finally put back Hamlet on its shelf but my eyes are still glued to the amount of money that was printed on the paper. "Wow, " I exclaimed in disbelief. "That is a lot of cash for a month. That is just absolutely insane." I glance my eyes at the bulleted part and question myself, "Level? What is that supposed to mean?"