Working for Halloween

"Of course, we sell it!" Brad replied.

"Then I should be good."

"Goodnight guys, err, gal or well, good night," Anna headed into the back room.

Brad and I walked to the back of the store, heading for the swinging doors. "So, I didn't tell you the best part yet."

"There's more?" I responded.

"Yeah, Mr. Davis, my manager, loved you so much, he wants to hire you to appear at all the stores. He even mentioned something about being in our catalog."

"Oh, come on, Brad."

We headed through the swinging doors. I saw Anna go out the back door.

"Seriously."

"And you told him I wasn't available, right?"

"Well, no. I mean I didn't commit for you, but you seemed like you really need the money. I can always tell him no later, but at least think about it."

"I don't know. I can't imagine being the 'Sexy Pirate Girl of Costumes and More'."

"Oh, I'm sure he'd want you to model some of the other costumes, too."

We headed into his office.

"I mean, you do look really good," he sounded genuine, and a bit, interested?

"Yeah, well thanks. It was fun, but I just can't imagine it."

"Oh, huh. I thought you'd be into it."

"What? Why?"

"Well," he hesitated. "You really put on a good show. You were one of the better greeters, we've had. But," he stammered.

"What?"

"Well, you seem very... natural."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't need any help getting dressed. Anna thought you'd at least need help with the stockings and garters. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that you seem to be having some trouble with the heels, I'd say you'd probably dressed up before."

"Well, that's, I mean..." my turn to stammer.

"Its not a big deal, if you did. Like I said, you look good, and are somewhat natural."