Friday, June 18, 1999 – Target Stockroom
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The relentless hum of the fluorescent lights flickered over the sprawling stockroom, offering no respite from the sweltering Texas heat weaving through the vast warehouse. Lee stood amidst towering steel racks, clipboard in hand, eyeing an unannounced electronics shipment as sweat gathered at his brow. His bloodshot eyes betrayed the exhaustion of countless hours buried in inventory counts and payroll calculations.
“Looks like logistics are a mess back here today, Lee,” came a smooth voice from behind.
Turning, Lee spotted Susan striding down the concrete aisle—corporate red polo tucked neatly into a khaki skirt just long enough to meet dress code. A walkie-talkie clung to her waist, the sharp lines of her geometric bob framing a face calm and assured.
With a weary laugh, Lee rubbed his neck. “Tell me about it. The regional visit’s looming, trucks keep rolling in, and I’ve got to manage all this freight on top of slashing payroll due to low sales forecasts.”
“Remember what I said about working here—‘Expect More, Pay Less’? Might have more meanings than one,” Susan teased.
Lee nodded, a knowing smile crossing his lips. “You’re not wrong. The hours stretch endlessly, and the pressure never lets up.” His eyes softened. “Thanks again for yesterday. Jenna was over the moon when I got home.”
Leaning casually against the rack, Susan smiled knowingly. “Jenna’s sweet, but that small-town anxiety clings tight. She just needed a safe space to breathe.”
“Whatever you and Nikki did, it worked. Jenna’s been itching to hear back—she’s been clinging to the phone, petrified to miss a call from either Nikki or Chili’s.”
Susan chuckled softly. “Tell her to breathe easy. Nikki’s left a voicemail with Tony already.”
“Speaking of Nikki, Jenna mentioned she has quite the personality—something about an alternative lifestyle? My brain was fried last night, so I didn’t catch much.”
Susan’s eyes gleamed with secret amusement. “Nikki’s secure in herself—a strong, independent woman navigating Dallas. Fiercely loyal, and she took one look at Jenna and knew she had to look after her. She even insisted we head to the restaurant right away to drop off Jenna’s application before the dinner rush.”
“They practically dashed down there. It’s a relief. With these brutal hours and the visual resets coming, I’ve been feeling awful leaving Jenna alone—I worried she’d spiral.”
Susan placed a firm, reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. Nikki and I have your back. We’ll keep Jenna busy and cared for while you handle the store. She’s part of our circle now.”
Lee exhaled, relief washing over him. “Thanks, Susan. Just give me a heads up if she gets too much to handle.”
“No worries there. Jenna’s a sweetheart—she follows instructions to the letter.”
Saturday Morning, June 19, 1999
Jenna sat cross-legged on her living room carpet, folding one of Lee’s corporate red Target polos with practiced ease. Her fingers moved rhythmically, humming softly along with a distant country tune playing on the radio. Beside her, a plastic laundry basket held her own simple underwear, which she sorted onto the coffee table.
Back home, shopping meant driving nearly an hour to Shreveport’s Dillard’s mall—a treat both she and Lee enjoyed. Lee insisted on Ralph Lauren to ensure Jenna looked polished, while she’d stubbornly favored practical Walmart cotton underwear. It was her modest armor—plain, comfortable, and wholesome.
As she folded, memories from the night before fluttered through her mind. Lee, exhausted from work, had mentioned Susan’s update about Nikki’s voicemail to Tony. The reassurance had softened Jenna’s nerves but didn’t quell the growing ache of the big city’s isolating expanse.
Finished folding, Jenna stood, her fingers instinctively pulling a tube of strawberry-flavored lip gloss from her pocket. Gliding its shine over her lips, she caught her reflection: clad in a tight, braless tank top that revealed her natural contours in the room’s soft light.
“Lord, Jenna,” she whispered, cheeks warming. Pulling off the tank, she grabbed a padded bra from the laundry basket, slid it on, and replaced the top. Her mother’s stern words echoed in her mind: “You’re too much of a prize to look like you’re on clearance.”
One last swipe of gloss calmed her butterflies as she padded into the bedroom to find Lee propped against the headboard, flipping through his Sports Illustrated. His smile greeted her as she curled up beside him, pulling knees to chest, seeking the comfort of a childlike pose from her cheerleading days.
“You look like a little schoolgirl,” Lee teased, “especially with that shiny strawberry gloss.” Pulling her close, his thumb traced the waistline of her simple cotton panties beneath her shorts.
“A wife’s supposed to be comfortable in her own home, right?” Jenna smiled, head resting against his chest.
Lee praised her summer tan and casually mentioned a new trend from work—many Dallas women going completely bare “down there.” Jenna blushed, scandalized.
“Momma said only lesbians or troublemakers shaved everything. I keep mine trimmed for cheerleading and that’s enough.”
Lee chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I love you just as you are. But if you ever want to try, I’d be okay with that.”
“Lee Collins! You’ve been reading too many swimsuit editions,” she scolded playfully.
Sunday Afternoon, June 20, 1999
The weekend stretched thin without a word from Nikki or Chili’s. Lee, after late-night gaming Friday, slept in, while Jenna soaked up midday sun by the pool before errands.
Upon return, Jenna barely set down the groceries before racing to the answering machine—only to find a voicemail from her mother checking in.
By mid-afternoon, nerves tangled into anxiety. Had she messed up with Nikki? Was the interview interest fading? Her eyes darted toward the cordless phone, yearning for relief.
At 2:30 PM, the phone chimed. Heart hammering, Jenna snatched it up.
“Hello?”
“Jenna? Tony from Chili’s here. Nikki spoke highly of you, and I saw your application. We don’t have part-time servers right now, but Susan’s and Nikki’s recommendations carry weight. I want to schedule an interview this Tuesday at two.”
“Oh my gosh, yes! Tuesday at two is perfect!” Jenna breathed, heart soaring.
Once the call ended, excitement bubbled so fiercely she dialed Nikki’s number without hesitation.
“Nikki! Tony called—he’s setting up my interview! You really worked your magic!” Jenna gushed across the line.
Nikki’s warm, commanding voice returned instantly, “I told you I’d take care of you. Dallas is different, though—you’ll need to be fully prepared. Come over tomorrow at three. Ty and I are off; you’ll meet him, and I’ll guide you through how to shine at the interview.”
Jenna hesitated before Nikki’s next words: “Bring that neon orange honeymoon bikini you told me about—I want to see how you look in it.”
A flush spread over Jenna’s cheeks as nerves and desire twined together. “The one with the thong back Lee bought me in Florida?”
“That’s the one. Remember your promise to pay me back for helping you? See you at three sharp.”
“Okay, Nikki. I’ll be there,” Jenna whispered, heart fluttering at the secret charge.
One final instruction from Nikki lingered, her voice dropping to a sultry purr: “Wear your shortest shorts and a polo shirt—no bra. I’ll explain when you get here.”
The line clicked. Across town, Nikki smiled, the door to Jenna’s quiet world now unlocked. With Lee buried in work, Jenna’s cautious boundaries quietly dissolved.
Later, after gaming, Lee emerged to find Jenna eager to share the news at dinner.
“Lee, Tony called! No openings now, but Nikki and Susan’s endorsements mean a lot. Interview’s Tuesday at two!”
Lee’s fatigue lifted to genuine relief. “That’s huge! Getting out will help so much.”
“Nikki invited me tomorrow at three to meet Ty and help me prepare. I think it’ll be nice to hang out and get pointers.”
Lee smiled warmly, unaware of the calculated web being woven. “Sounds perfect. You deserve someone to look out for you.”
Jenna’s smile hid the secret thrill of Nikki’s explicit orders—the neon bikini, the no-bra rule—treasured whispers between a determined city mentor and an eager small-town bride ready to embrace her new life.
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