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Mr. Blake? No, there was somebody else… Someone with tattoos all over his body and eyes that could see into my mind.
I shiver as I think of him. I forget who he said he was, but he seemed to believe he was important.
Not to me. I’m going to be doing my best to forget about him. I don’t have time for men, especially not ones with egos the size of Texas.
I smear makeup remover over my face with a cotton pad as I search for something to wear. No time for a shower, but I don’t smell that bad. Clean clothes and fresh perfume will work to cover the cigarette I smoked last night.
I pull open the top drawer to my dresser and gasp when I see that it’s empty.
What the fuck?
I close it and open it again, as though that’s going to make my panties appear, but it’s empty. Not a shred of clothing exists there. Did I do something with them last night? Throw them all in the wash or something?
I check the washer and the dryer, but they’re both empty.
Fuck, this is weird.
The second drawer has my regular clothes in it, and the bottom drawer only has a few wool sweaters. Not ideal for the middle of spring, but what’s less ideal is going to work without any panties on.
I groan, checking the top drawer again in disbelief. Surely, I didn’t just toss them all out the window in a delusional coked-up state, right? I don’t do things like that. I’m much more likely to throw myself out the window, and that hasn’t happened, so what’s going on?
Alright, I can’t waste my time this morning freaking out about my missing underwear. I have to put something on and go to work before I put a bad taste in my boss’s mouth by showing up late… again.
I’m supposed to be walking the runway next season, so I have to get it together.
Or was that just a hallucination? I’m pretty sure it was real.
I toss the soggy cotton pads into the waste bin beside the dresser, sliding my hand over the top with the expectation of grabbing my birth control. But that’s missing as well. I usually take it before bed if I can remember, but there’s nothing there to remember to take.
Shit, what the fuck was Idoinglast night? How does a woman lose all her panties and birth control in a single evening?
I was almost out, anyway, so I guess it’s not that big of a loss. It’s just that I haven’t been able to get any more because every pharmacy I’ve ended up at after work has been out. Is there some kind of national birth control shortage I’m not aware of?
No time to worry about it, unless it’s earlier in the morning than I think it is, but I’ve been pretty good about telling what time it is by the amount of sunlight outside. Today, it’s shining bright, and I suspect I’m already late.
I plug my phone in and wait a few seconds for it to turn on. I’m able to breathe when I realize I still have a few minutes before I absolutely must be in my car.
Do I have time for a quick phone call?
I have no other occasion to do it today, since everyone is going to be working late tonight and I’m not in the mood to scour the city in search of a pharmacy with birth control after work.
I’m tired, and I’d rather sleep than exert extra effort tonight.
I search for a few in the area that I haven’t already checked, dialing the number to the highest rated one and waiting a few seconds for it to connect.
“Um, hello,” I say, trying to work a smile into my voice so that I don’t sound like a total bitch. I’ll save that for Lindsay, our company camerawoman. She’s always extra bitchy on lingerie day because she’s jealous of pretty women.
The funny thing is, she’s actually very pretty, but that just makes it worse. She feels like she has to compete with me and the other models.
But especially me.
“Hello, what can I do for you today, ma’am?” asks a chirpy feminine voice.
“I’m all out of my birth control, and at this point I don’t care which brand you guys carry. I really just need anything,” I reply,cutting straight to the point as I sift through my dresser for something to wear. Nothing too short.
“Oh, I’m so sorry dear, but we’re actually out right now. I can let you know when we get restocked, if you’d like.”
I narrow my eyes. “Seriously? Why is everyone out of birth control?”
