" 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 ! "
i gave up on this (might get back into it) but i decided here u go. enjoy :) (for now the book will say complete)
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I went on with work. Worrying about my bag. All hope is lost at this point. I wish I could go home and curl up in a ball and re-watch the entire Rugrats series.
I had a hot bowl of soup headed towards some guy who sat by the window. He looked in his mid-fifties. His hair already thinning.
I placed down the bowl. "Is that all sir?"
"Yes— actually, wait— one more thing. A question, aren't you a little too big to be working here? Like, you should be more petite." He shaped how my figure should be with his hands.
"I guess so sir. Uh— enjoy your meal!" My voice got the better of me, lightly cracking mid-sentence.
I walked back behind the door. Just three more hours until I can leave this hell hole.
『••✎••』[time skip]
"Let's get going Aria."
I followed her into her car. Holding onto my jacket. "I thought you would change first." She spoke as she passed a green light. I looked at her the first time I looked at her since I entered the car.
She wore a Lolita Crinoline skirt with a small short-sleeved Bustier. She looked prettier than me. Not in a self-deprecating way, more of a— audibly saying "wow" way.
"Oh— I wasn't prepared for today," I spoke as I look away once she turns her head. She looked back up, "I have clothes in my trunk, I'm not sure if they'd fit you though."
Her comments hurt, but she was most likely correct. She was much more petite than I was, she also had curves in good places. I shook my head a little, "Yeah, it's fine."
"Mhm," she hummed as I shifted uncomfortably. If I was prepared this day would be a lot better.
We drive in silence. Until a pretty pastel building blesses my eyes. "Woah." I gasp quietly. I get out as does she.
We walk-in. "Oh, hello." Said the receptionist. She was old. And her eyes were looking at her desk. Her voice was sweet as she pulled off her glasses.
She looked up, "Let me guess, you want to be a little," she gasped then pointed to me, "and you want to be a domme?!"
I stopped myself. Shaking my head. "oh. Well," she hands us two sheets of paper.
I handed her the paper. As did Ellie. "Right back here ladies." She stood up and walked to a curtain I never noticed was behind her desk. She pulled it open to reveal a lot of people. They all looked so different.
But they were all petite and were pretty.
Ellie left me almost immediately. A guy walked up to me. He was bald and spoke with a thick French accent, "When announced, you will be headed to room 302."
I nodded. Sitting up against a wall. Until about ten minutes later a loudspeaker scares a few. I included.
"Head to your rooms littles and unknowns. Doms, just enjoy your time in this room a little longer."
I walked, last in the crowd. I was the very last door. In the third hallway. I sat there trying to fix my hair.
No one came by my room. For an hour. I was staring at the door so happily. Hoping someone would see my smile and take me.
I began to cry as another hour passed. Is the event over?
I grabbed fistfuls of my dress. Hugging my jacket. I cried harder, why would I think anyone would want me?
I heard the door open. As I quickly wiped my eyes with my arm. Two men. The one from the bus ride.
"We walked through every fucking room looking for you— why are you crying?"
I shook my head getting up, "Sorry, I'm gonna go. There are way better people here, go talk to them."
I tried to pass through them, "We have your bag." The guy with brown hair spoke. His glasses were gone now.
"Hey— what's wrong?"
He grabbed my hip. Pulling me back into the room. The black-haired guy closed the door sitting across from me.
The guy with brown hair spoke, "My name is August, and that's Xavier. What's your name?"
"Aria." I choked out. "I look dumb, I should go." I got up, and he pulled me down into his lap.
"What's wrong, princess?"
I didn't want to say anything, every time I vented, even if it was an accident I always regretted it.
"You can trust us." Xavier grabbed my hand and kissed it. The feeling of another's touch made me whine.
"Nobody wanted to visit me, and I sat here, like an idiot for 2 hours. I lost my bag on the bus, thank you for getting it back by the way. And everyone keeps commenting on how I look and who they expected me to be."
