My boss is a werewolf

"Nope. I don't think working as a babysitter is very profitable, Cami." Lucy started, shaking her head slowly at her friend's words. Camille sighed and adjusted her thick blue-framed glasses on the bridge of her slender nose. Her green eyes twinkled slightly from the light glare of the New Orleans morning sun. "First off, Luce, you're not going to be a sitter, it's more like being a house help or a maid." She paused for Lucy to roll her eyes, cleared her throat and continued. "If you have any better ideas please go ahead with them." She shrugged. "All I know is Sasha tried it out and now she works at a nice place at The Bayou. Lucy pouted, "Can't I just come work with you at Enzo's, if you ask your boss nicely enough I'm sure he'll listen." "That's funny Lucy, 'cause I remember literally begging you to follow me to that job interview at Enzo's when they still had vacancies but you were too busy looking for "high profile" jobs." Cami said, c*****g an eyebrow at her roommate. "Oh, right. About that." Lucy scratched her nose uneasily. "Mm-hmm. You were so insistent on finding a five-figure-paying job even though we just got outta college then. Now almost all the jobs in the French Quarter have been taken." Cami said as she headed to the bathroom door and undressed into her bathrobe. Lucy laid back on the bed. Cami did have a point there, but at the time all she wanted was to find an institution where she could practice psychology. That hadn't worked out for the past two months. Now she had to do a little bit of job hunting which— if she was being honest to herself— she wasn't looking forward to at all. She sighed and watched Cami's briefly nude form; belly button piercings, round t**s and thick thighs. She looked like a model. No wonder all those guys from her work place wouldn't leave her alone, she was a bombshell. Not that she ignored them either, Camille might seem quiet at first glance but she was probably a s*x maniac. A nerdy, quiet one, but still one. The amount of boning she has was shocking. But Lucy wasn't one to judge people's s*x lives. As long as she kept it out of the apartment, at least before she got back, Lucy had no issues with whoever she slept with. "You know Cami, I think I've got an idea that could make us pretty rich." Lucy said to Cami who was now in her normal blue bathrobe "What?" "Why not just ditch all this work and become onlyfans models? I mean, we're both fine and it's literally just flashing your boobs to horny dudes online for cash, something tells me you'd make a fortune pretty quick there." Lucy smirked and quickly ducked to avoid the hair brush that came flying her way. "Are you ever serious?" She said trying to sound serious but there for the twitch in her lips. "I'm gonna take a shower, don't need Enzo breathing down my neck on a Monday morning." She said and disappeared behind the bathroom door. "I'm just saying. Think about it." Lucy giggled after she banged the bathroom door. A while after Cami left for work, Lucy stretched on the bed, taking a look around the house. Brushes, combs and some bottles were scattered on the dressing table, the empty pizza box from yesterday lay littered on the floor. The place was such a mess that it motivated her to get up. Lucy could take a lot of things but staying in an unkempt place was not one of them. This place needed to be cleaned up. And with that she hopped out of bed and started cleaning. First the huge load of dishes in the kitchen sink then the packets of pizza, cookies and empty smoothie cans that littered the room. After all that, she took a long look at the bed. There were some ketchup stains at the sides and broken off pieces of french fries. "Nope!" She said and dragged the sheets off the bed and changed them into clean ones. After about an hour or more of cleaning, the house looked spotless. Lucy looked around and smiled. There was this particular satisfaction she got from seeing a place so clean. She sighed gladly, took out her laptop and opened the website for hiring maids and house-helps. The thought of the job no longer seems as bad as she thought this morning after she basically cleaned the entire place up. Lucy was surprised when she saw that there were so many houses that needed maids. This might not be as hard as she thought. She shifted uncomfortably on the chair, realizing for the first time that morning how stuffy the place was. Noticing that the windows were shut, she strolled to the other side of the room and opened it. She smiled lightly when the cool New Orleans breeze met with her face. Much better. "Hiya Luce." A familiar voice sounded from downstairs. Lucy recognized Greg's strong country accent anywhere because of the amount of times he had tried to get her attention since she moved to New Orleans four years ago. She had tried to get rid of him without actually murdering him but he just wouldn't give up so she decided to just let it be. He was a little sweet at least. "Hey Greg." She answered dryly and went back inside before he could say anything. He was a bit annoying and she was in a good mood. Sitting back on the bed, she chose a nice-looking home in the Garden District. The request was accepted and an address popped up on the screen. Now that was quick All she had to do was head to the place for an interview and if she passed, she'd be hired. Sounds good She took out her notepad and found a pen and just as she started to scribble, she jumped at the sound of a large trumpet and drums coming from downstairs. Is every single day a carnival in this city? Because what the hell? Lucy stormed to the window. "Can you please keep it down there?!" She spat as the music stopped immediately. The musicians looked at each other puzzled, then to her and with a shrug of the shoulder, they carried on playing their jazz like someone didn't just scream at them eight seconds ago. "Fuckers!" Lucy screamed and shut the window. Then stomped back to her laptop, wrote down the address on her notepad and jumped in the shower. Yes New Orleans was crazy and all but Bourbon Street was simply unbelievable. After a quick shower, she changed into her signature attire; long sleeve shirt, jeans and combat boots. Nothing was more comfortable to her than that and Lucy Kent wasn't one to make herself uncomfortable for anything in Louisiana. She checked the time, 10:02. Just enough time to get some on-the-go coffee at Ferdinand's. After one last look at the mirror, she locked up and headed for the coffee shop on the next street. Then with a cup of coffee and a bagel in one hand and her bag in the other, she made her way to the bus station.