Post 147: Shanette's Application

“Haha you can not send him that one!” Melissa laughed, on the phone with her friend, Shanette. They’d known one another since High School and though they didn’t talk as much since Melissa had left the car dealership to take this new position, it was still an easy relationship between the two.

“You’re the one who said he has mommy issues..!” Shanette replied, laughing herself, “And I really want the job. I hear from Randi what’s going down at that place, all that hot-girl shit. I want in!”

“Yayyyyy!” Melissa cheered, thrilled her friend had finally decided. Shanette made good money selling cars at Wellspring - the body certainly helped - but hopefully Melissa could at least match her pay here. “So happy!! You mean the study?”

“Yeah, Abby told me everything. The new drugs? You all are cutting edge,” Shanette said, “When things start going down next month it’ll be the place to be.”

Melissa could not argue with that. If the elections went the way she was being told they would, Far Horizons would suddenly become a very important place. The thought made her giddy: her, skinny little Missy Monroe, the girl who struggled with basic arithmetic and couldn’t spell to save her life, now in charge of such a crucial thing, so important to the plans for the new world that was coming. At least, that’s what they told her...

“And, plus,” Shanette continued, “since you moved on, moved out, I don’t have that sweet sweet Melissssy effect no more. I’m missing out!”

Melissa laughed. “Oh, no worries, you’re basically already hired,” she assured her, “I look after my roomies. My girls from the Hoot.”  Admiring her friend’s figure, swiping through the series of pictures Shanette has texted over for approval before sending them to him, Melissa giggled when she imagined how he’d react.

“But, remember,” Melissa added, “I’m supposed to be the one with the big boobs around here.”

“Omigod don’t even,” Shanette laughed, “those days where we could share bras? Long gone. I see how big you got.”

“Haha stopppp…” Melissa conceded, glancing down proudly at her own chest as she spoke, brushing away an invisible something.

“But watch out sister-” Shanette warned, “Randi told me how the Missy Effect is working on everyone there. I want in again! Mama needs a new cup size.”

“Omigod It’ll be so fun, just like at the Hoot, at Wellspring, all of us together again!” Melissa sang, her smile so wide her cheeks were actually starting to hurt, “We’ll get you in, soon. Just keep sending pictures...and no mommy stuff yet!”

“Okay hun you got it,” Shanette agreed, “Now, I gotta go sell a car to another freakin simp. Make sure he sees me.”

“Oh, I will,” Melissa promised, “and he is going to love you…”