Better, thankfully.

Once again the chill air sparked on my flesh. No one took immediate notice of me, or if they did, then they didn't draw attention to my state of undress or stare. I stood at the entryway for a few seconds before calming myself with a deep breath and approaching the counter for the third time in 2 days. The girl manning it had her eyes glued to a book until I got close. I was used to double-takes, so I waited for her to regain her composure while I stood in front of her. She had purple hair, a septum, eyebrow, and gauged ear piercings. I couldn't tell if she was abnormally tall, or standing on something behind the counter. I'm sure I looked uncertain, but she immediately smiled at me once she was sure of what she had seen. "Welcome to C and C's books, can I help you find something?" She let out a chuckle with that last bit of dialogue, and it was infectious enough to break my own nerves and chuckle with her. "Yes ma'am, are you hiring?" I felt the most at ease with her that I have in 2 days. She took a second to eye me up and down from behind the counter. "This isn't a joke it it?" she asked. "No ma'am," I replied and moved into my story once more. I was starting to wonder If my policy of truth was helping my cause at all, but at the end of my tale she was still smiling, and behind my intense blush I was too.

"We are actually, we need someone to organize and stock things. Can you do that?" She asked. I thought it over in my head. Of course I could. "Yes ma'am, I read a lot, and actually have some college literature courses on my resume." I replied less confidently than either I or my mother would have liked. "Can I see it? You're resume I mean?" she asked with a shit eating grin. "Um, yes," I stammered "of course." I realized I would have to expose myself in front of her to get the resume out of my folder. Once again, I thought to myself "fuck it" as I put both the phone and my folder up on the counter, proceeded to open the folder, retrieve the resume, and hand it to her with one hand while the other went back to cover my breasts.

"Hmm, not bad, I'm assuming you didn't want to be a lit major but are decently well read." "Yes ma'am," I replied, not wanting to admit most of my essays were written by the guys I teased in college. "What do you know about comics?" She asked, "We almost sell as many comics as books these days, with the movie market and all." "Um, very little," I admitted. She stared at me with a raised eyebrow. "I'm Caitlyn by the way. I'm half of the C's in C and C books. This is my store. I won't lie to you, we have half a dozen resumes back there that are better qualified for this position. What do you have to offer?" She asked. At least this time I wasn't surrounded by an army of potential rapists, but I still felt defeated. I just hung my head and sighed. She apparently mistook my head lowering for something else. "So that's what you offer? I won't lie, you are cute. They keep their distance, but I could play wak-a-mole with the boys stealing glances at you over and through bookshelves!" she laughed. I couldn't speak, I just blushed. "You'll have to meet my partner first, but I really think a naked book-keeper would liven up the place, and I know we would crush that dumb comic shop across town," she laughed as she spoke. "Yes ma'am," was all I could think to say. "I have your resume, I'm assuming the contact info is correct?" she asked. "Yes ma'am," was all I could respond to this tall purple haired amazon. "Courtney will like you. I'll call, and we will set up an interview. is that ok?" My heart fluttered. Already a chance at salvation! "Yes ma'am! Ill be there with bells on!" I said excitedly. "Leave the bells, and have a nice day," Caitlyn chuckled. Excited, but blushing I shook her hand, forgetting for a moment I was showing her my bouncing breasts as I did so. Embarrassed, I exited the building. I was so excited! It took the sun and the wind to remind that I was still in fact naked and almost a mile from home.