SRU A Price to Pay
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Your eyes flutter open like energetic butterflies as you awake to the familiar sight of your bedroom ceiling.
Only sparing a second to let your eyes wander,you jump off your bed like a five year old on a trampoline as you turn your attention to a digital clock on a small table,the time clearly reads 9.05am.
"Haha!No annoying sound from you today"
You mock the electronic clock as you turn the alarm clock you set last night off,heading straight to your bathroom.
Quickly,you strip yourself of your sleeping garb which consists of your yellow banana pajamas before twisting the knob of the shower head to the side.
Your lips instantly turn to a smile as you feel the slightly but not overwhelmingly cold water run down your hair and shoulders,the voice of your sister, mocking you for your awful choice of pajamas fills your mind as you start to shower.
"I sincerely hope you can get laid with your awful taste Stuart"
You remember your sister's playful banter, Sarah ,in exact detail as you start to brush your body with soap.
Finally,after what felt like forever in the shower,you dry yourself and start to dress for the day,reaching for your tan boxers,black pants and suit,completing the outfit with a white tie that you only ever wear in special occasions.
As you start to comb your rebellious hair,you can feel your heart beat pulsing excitedly with each passing second,like a an Olympic runner who's about to finish the 500m sprint race first.
Finally,you give yourself a moment to reflect on your appearance,looking rather sharp and crisp if you do say so yourself.
By the time you're wearing your leather shoes,stepping out of your small but somewhat cosy apartment,the time was 9.35 in the morning.
You happily exit the lift, the city's air pollution greeting you as always as you unlock your car and slide onto the driver's seat.
You can't help but smile as you start to drive to work and by start,you really mean it as you manage to drive at best,a block away from your apartment before getting caught in the morning rush hour.
If the road were a can,your car would be one of many sardines in it as in every direction,you're flanked by people who are presumably off to work as well.
In any other day,you would be a boiling kettle right now,spewing hot steam as you impatiently wait for the traffic to move,but today was not like any other day was it?
You were about to reach for your stereo,curious to see if your favourite radio station was playing the same but enjoyable songs before you feel a sudden vibration on your right pocket.
Not even bothering to check if the road has cleared,which you know still hasn't, you grab your phone from your pocket and slide the small green phone icon to the side.
"I'm sorry,I think I called the wrong number,you're far too smartly dressed to be my brother"
The voice of your annoying but contractually obligated,lovable sister,Sarah fills your ear as her face takes up your phone.
"And you're dressed up far too much at this hour to be my younger sister"
You shoot back with the same level of sarcasm and sass as your sister,her face changes to seem hurt inside,placing a hand on her chest to show this.
"The nerve of you,I'll just take that insult as a compliment that I did my hair right"
She says,swinging her body side to side to show off her short,rainbow coloured dyed hair,seriously,it was as if she dunked her entire head into a rainbow pool.
You can't help but let out a small chuckle,growing up,you've always looked out for Sarah whenever she needed help, being 5 years older than her but by now,she seems to be fairly capable of handling what life has to offer,mostly with sarcasm and a much better sense of style than you,which is weird considering your occupation.
Today was an example of that as your eyes noticed Sarah wearing a short-sleeved crop top that showed off her flat stomach and 34c breasts.
"Ummmm......Stuart?Earth to Stuart?The view must be really nice huh?"
You heard your sister say playfully when she notices your eyes are glued to her chest.
Your cheeks immediately turn the colour red when you suddenly realised what the heck you were doing as you try to play it cool.
"Well,when you were a sexy top like that,kind of"
You sound lame even to yourself when the words left your mouth,as you stare rather awkwardly at your sister.
Sarah,who now seems to be smiling from ear to ear,looks back at you,gently brushing her fringe away as she, much to your surprise, bites the bottom lip of her mouth.
"Stuart Halls,are you actually hitting on your own sister?"
Sarah asked,her voice,amused and even flattered as her eyes are beaming rather hopefully at you.
Much to your surprise,you realise you have a hard on right under your boxers at your sister's question.
You mouth stammers clumsily as you struggle to get a single word out of your lips when suddenly, you hear a familiar voice coming to your aid.
"Is that Stuart?"
The voice of your 45-year old mother, Susan, fills your ears as you sigh in relief, grateful to hear your mother's words for once.
"Yes mum"
Sarah grumbles displeasingly, her face crunches up in annoyance, as if the introduction of mother ruined the fun she was having.
"Well you tell that brother of yours that he better not burn down my shop"
Susan continues as you slouch in your seat, knowing you've heard this conversation before.
"He knows"
Sarah says in a gentle voice as she looks back at you, eyes as lustful as ever.
"But I can check up on him today if you like mom, I'm sure he'll want me there"
Sarah smirks playfully, blowing you a kiss with her hand before ending the call all together.
Alone once more, you sit in your car wandering what the fuck just happened, wandering if Sarah, your own sister was flirting with you.
A loud, vexatious sound of a car horn erupts behind you, causing you to jump from your seat as you realize the traffic has cleared.
You quickly sweep your thoughts aside as you step on your accelerator, steering your car to the side as you continue your commute to work.
Ever since you were old enough to walk, your mother had owned a wedding shop, helping brides find their perfect wedding dresses was a common sight for you in your childhood and teen years until you decided to work for your mom once you graduated college.
Now, despite your mother's barely old age, she's retiring from her work and handing the baton right down to you which just so happens to be today.
Your mother's constant reminders and advice about the shop rings in your head as you start to park close to a curb.
"Listen to what the bride wants, not what her family wants"
Was the most common phrase you've heard from your mother, which was honestly a good piece of advice if it didn't come with a nagging voice.
You smile as you see your shop, a two storey building surrounded by glass panels on each side that reached the sky, each perfectly displaying wedding dresses with varying styles and taste.
You can't help but smirk as you push the front door, shivering slightly as the cold air conditioned breeze lgently kisses your skin.
"Good morning boss"
Your intern, April, says with a smirk from the front desk, her hands on the keyboard while her eyes are all over you.
April is a 19 year old intern whom your mother hired a few months back on account of absolutely falling in love with her.
"What's there not to love?"
You recall your mother's words as you move towards your redhead intern.
"Boss huh? I love the sound of that"
You smirk as you walk behind the front desk, joining April as she eyes your crisp suit.
Due to the cramp front desk, you're forced to press your crotch gently against April's ass before you stand beside her.
"Yup it's just you, me and the shop....."
April says in an unusual tone, almost as if she was fantasizing about something.
You smirk, as you check the monitor on the desk before pressing your crotch against April's ass once more to leave,feeling her curves against your crotch.
"Easy there tiger, we still have our clients right?"
You ask, moving to correct a mannequin's poor vail which had managed to fall off.
"Yes Sir, as a matter of fact, we have one appointment scheduled five minutes from now"
April informs you, her voice suddenly morphed from daydreaming to focused and professional.
Out of the blue, you hear the sound of the front door opening, accompanied by a series of footsteps against the floor.
Your heart is beating excitedly to meet your new clients as you turn around to see......
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