The Club of Intellects were having a meeting. Of course, it wasn't an actual meeting. They were just shooting the shit and talking about random things that popped up into their head. They were currently on the topic of money. The members being from different backgrounds, some of them needed jobs to fund the dumbass shit they decide do. Some ol bullshit.
"So Micah.." Cara asked with a bright smile. "Do you need any jobs or something? The new place we're going to explore is pretty wild, so we might need bus fees and shit, yaknow, yaknow?" She rubbed her fingers together, as if money was in between them. Micah looked up at her, a confused and honestly intrigued look on his face, but then his facial expression flattened. "Yeah, Cara. I totally need money for bus fees, since they're so expensive and high class for us." He rolled his eyes and looked back at the book he was reading. Cara frowned, punching his arm lightly. "Oh come on, stinky! Don't be such a Debby dick!" She swerved towards him dramatically, pulling a paper from her pocket and shoving it centimetres from his face. Dramatically, she paused... for dramatic effect. "I found the PERFECT job for you!" Micah's eyes traced the poster. In bold text it read "LOOKING FOR MAN! NICE PAY!!!!" Now obviously, with a sign like that, you'd totally go to the job.
"ok bet" micah said.
-Micah's POV-
It's been a week since Cara showed me that flyer poster thing about the job. Apparently, it was a phone job, so I don't have to see people in person, which is pretty epic. I don't want to see people like at all, so- I went over to the place. It was pretty run down, but beggars can't be choosers. The manager of the phone place was this greasy old man, he had oil grease on his dirty ass tank top. Reminded me of Cara when I saw him first, honestly. So yeah, he led me to a cubicle, and now I'm here. I was pretty shocked I was working on the first day, but I guess that's what people do for money. So now I'm here, waiting for a call from someone. I was never told what this was for, but it seems decent enough. At least there isn't any guys tickling my balls. I'm pretty bored, though. Maybe I- OH, the phone's ringing?
I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey girl can I tickle your boobs?"
"I'm a guy."
"I can work with that."
".."
"Can I tickle your balls?"
I blinked. Huh
That's pretty direct. Well, I wasn't expecting it. I thought this was just for like,, a hotline for advise or something. But apparently I was wrong. Apparently this guy wanted to tickle my balls. His breathing was pretty heavy, though. He's probably dying. Uh oh.
"I dunno, can you? Tickle your own balls and call the hospital. This isn't a death hotline." I spat at him and hung up. The boss overheard me and told me to go home. Woah, that's it? Was I that good that I got fully paid after just one phone call? Based.
Day one: Finished B)
