We’re not so different, you and I

My car stopped on the street and the moment I parked I received another text “I see you, come up to floor 3 unit 36”. It said and those were the directions I followed and there I was knocking on the door. “It’s open!” I heard a woman yell from inside and when I walked in I saw her, the woman from the coffee shop, who was now wearing an outfit much more revealing than her black work clothes.

“Good to see you again Jen!” She said in her bubbly voice as she jumped up to her feet. I was uneasy and just let out a shy “Hey” as she walked up to me, she looked at me closely “Damn you still look like a sexy hot mess!” She said laughing a little “when I saw you walking into that bathroom I was surprised, never really pegged you for that type of woman” she continued walking back a little “I’m not that type of woman” I responded.

She laughed a little more and the without any warning turned her back to me and pulled her pants down.

There I saw the tattoo “No judgements Jen, personally, I am that type of girl, and that guy was supposed to be there for me”. She said pulling up her pants “Now I have one test for you, I’ve served you coffee nearly every weekday for the past 6 months, everyday I have that stupid name tag on, and everyday I greet you by name. If you can tell me my name, I’ll never bother you again”

“Uhhh... I uh, Marie??” I stammered out “Nope, the name’s Whitney. Honestly happy you didn’t get it! Now then, that guy from the coffee shop is coming here soon, if you don’t stay here and do whatever he asks I’ll tell everyone” Whitney said devilishly. I looked at the front door and wondered if I should go or if I should let her **** me.