The Musician's Assistant

So This is my Life Now?

A whole week went by as Serena acclimated to living with Damien. Although he joked about how fun living together was going to be. It was incredibly mundane. Living with Damien meant that Serena no longer needed to wake up so ridiculously early. She would wake up at 7 am to get a jump on her day. Feed Blue and have her breakfast. Living in another person’s house made Serena feel awkward, because even though she knew every nook and cranny at Damien’s place, it was her place of employment, but now it was her temporary home. “If my parents were to find out I was living with a man out of wedlock, they would disown me.” Serena thought to herself one day while drinking her morning coffee. Damien seemed completely unfazed by Serena living with him. “You practically lived here already, at least now you don’t have to waste money on gas.” He joked one day. Damien woke up and noticed Serena was still wearing the same clothes for a few days. “Dude I know there’s a washer and dryer here but you really need new clothes.” Damien said to her as he ate his breakfast. “Yeah I guess I haven’t had the chance to go shopping. Maybe I can go tonight after my shift ends.” Serena replied absentmindedly. “Nope, absolutely not! We are doing this right now!” Damien snapped. Serena glared at him with annoyance. “You know that you have a full schedule today. You have no time to go shopping with me anywhere.” She stated as she took another sip of coffee. “Cancel it all! I am going with you whether you like it or not!” Damien decided as he headed towards his room to change, not letting Serena protest more for his decision. Serena massaged her temples, trying in vain to ease her stress. She looks at Blue who is laying on the floor next to her. “You have no idea how easy you have it.” She says to Blue. Blue glances up at her and wags his tail. Serena caves and begins clearing Damien’s schedule.

            After having multiple arguments with certain cancelations and rescheduling Damien’s appointments. Damien comes out in a disguise: baggy jeans, a hoodie, a baseball cap, and sunglasses. “Yeah, like that disguise is really going to work.” Serena said sarcastically. “It will if we go in your boring car.” Damien joked. “It’s not boring its fuel efficient and reliable.” Serena snapped defensively. Damien let out a laugh, he enjoyed seeing Serena act like a normal human being and not a workaholic robot, which he constantly made fun of her for. “So where are we going? Gucci? Prada? Nordstrom?” Damien asked with excitement of going shopping and blowing off all his responsibilities. “Hell no! I’m not made of money!” Serena responded in utter shock. “What? You get paid pretty well! I should know I sign your paychecks. You can definitely afford brand name clothes.” Damien deflected. “$50 for a t-shirt is a gross waste of money. I can get the same thing for like $12 at Target.” Serena replied. Damien rolled his eyes; he knew all to well this was a losing battle. “Fine, so where are we going?” He asked again. “We are going to Target, actually they have a pretty decent clothing selection.” Serena said as she grabbed her keys and headed towards the door. “Hm… Target… can’t say I remember the last time I have been in a Target” Damien thought out loud.

            The drive towards Target was uneventful. Serena put on her usual playlist on Spotify for the trip. Damien listened intently learning so much about his mysterious assistant. Serena listened to a mix of all kinds of music ranging from 90s pop music, Salsa, Merengue, Reggaeton, 2000’s pop punk music, to R&B. Damien watched with amazement at how Serena softly sung every single song that played. “Wow, Serena you really are full of surprises.” Damien stated when they arrived at Target. Serena grinned feeling pride in the fact that for once Damien was interested in someone else other than himself. Once inside Target, they head to the women’s clothing area. Serena when directly to her usual clothing items: baggy jeans and ill-fitting t-shirts. Damien glowered at Serena’s selections. “You actually choose to dress like a weirdo?” Damien asked in disbelief. “What? These are sensible clothing, I’m at work not at on a catwalk.” Serena snapped defensively. “Just because you are at work doesn’t mean you have to dress like a weirdo.” Damien retorted as he removed the clothing form the shopping cart. “Hey! Dude!” Serena protested. “No, your shopping privileges have been revoked. I refuse to continue seeing a young woman like yourself dress like an 80-year-old.” Damien snapped at Serena as he playfully slapped Serena’s hands away. “What size are you?” He asked as he browsed through different styles of clothing. “Uh, I’m not entirely sure. I usually buy larger clothing.” Serena replied giving up on fighting Damien’s antics. “Ok, then let’s get a dress in every size and we work from there.” Damien decides as he grabs a summer dress from a nearby rack in every size they had. “Go try these on.” He says practically pushing Serena towards the dressing rooms.

            After having pushed Serena into a dressing room, Serena hung the dresses in the hook on the wall. She looked at the dresses hesitantly. The last time Serena wore a dress like that was for her sister’s wedding a few years ago. The dress was an A-line flowy dress with a black background and various shades of pink flowers scattered around the fabric. The dress was short about a few inches above the knee and had a sweetheart neckline with thick spaghetti straps. She tried in the small, it was way too tight. She then tried on the medium, she managed to get it on, but the zipper wouldn’t close. She then tried on the large, it fit well, but it hugged her curves more than she felt comfortable with. She then tried on the x-large, it fit great not to tight on her, a little loose, which she liked. “You done? Let me see!” Damien called out from outside the dressing rooms. Serena hesitantly walked out from the dressing room and walked towards the from on the dressing rooms where Damien was standing. Damien gazed at her. He was taken aback by how nice Serena looked in a dress, even if the dress was too big for her. “Serena, what size is that dress?” Damien asked after staring in silence for a few seconds. “It’s an x-large, why?” She responded. “Because that style of dress is supposed to be form fitting around your torso and loose under the waist. Which are supposed to give you and hourglass kind of silhouette. And right now, that dress is hiding your figure.” Damien explained. Since Damien has been around women and models, he picked up a few style tips from them. So, he knew what looked good on any body type. In Serena’s case she had an hourglass shape, small waist and large hips, loose fitting A-line styled dresses would flatter her shape considerably. Serena just stared at him in disbelief, she couldn’t believe how much he knew about women’s fashion. “Go put on the large.” Damien responded. “But-” Serena protested but was cut off by Damien, “Go!” Annoyed Serena stormed off back to her dressing room and put on the size large dress. “There. You happy?” Serena said when she came out with the smaller dress. Damien wasn’t looking until he heard her. When he turned around his jaw dropped. Serena actually had a smoking hot body. She was indeed a curvaceous beauty. Damien said nothing just stared in amazement. After a few seconds of silence Serena began to feel very weird about Damien’s piercing silence. “Uh, well? I mean I feel on display in this, but since I apparently can’t have an opinion on my own clothing… Does it look good?” Serena said shyly as she turned around, so Damien can see every inch of the dress on her. Damien was stupefied by her; she had a really nice ass and thick thighs. “Damien?” Serena said again waving her hands in his face. “Holy f**k…” Damien mumbled under his breath. “What?” Serena asked since Damien spoke softly. “I mean, yea it looks really good! Yeah, Large is definitely your size.” Damien said as he cleared his throat. Serena couldn’t help but blush at Damien’s compliment. “Ok I’m going to find some more stuff for you.” Damien said sounding distracted and winded. “Damien, are you ok?” Serena asked with concern. “I’m fine, never felt better…” He said trailing off as he left to find more clothes.

            After what felt like hours of searching and trying on Serena had an entire wardrobe stacked in the shopping cart. “Well, that takes care of clothes.” Serena said feeling excited to have a new wardrobe. “Now… undergarments…” Damien said evilly with a perverted grin plastered on his face. “No! There is no way I am allowing that!” Serena yelled in mortified horror. “Having a guy pick out my clothes is one thing, but underwear and bras, that was a whole other thing entirely.” Serena added her face turning red. Damien let out a disappointed sigh, “Fine let’s find a salesclerk that can help you get something that actually looks good and a woman your age would wear.” Damien said feeling defeated. His perverted mind wanted to see Serena in lingerie. “If she looked good in a dress imagine lingerie.” He thought to himself imagining Serena wearing a thin laced baby doll, with a matching garter and thigh high stockings. Damien shook his perverted thoughts out of his head before his hormones created a physical appearance in the middle of Target.

            After finding a female salesclerk and Damien requesting that the salesclerk choose something a young and single 25-year-old would wear. The salesclerk went to town. She chose different styles of push-up bras, lace boy short underwear, G-strings and thongs, she even added a few items of lingerie. When Serena protested against the lingerie, the salesclerk insisted that Serena’s boyfriend would love it. Serena tried to correct her, but it was no use it would have been too difficult to explain why this random guy would pick out clothes for her. While Serena was trying out the undergarments. Damien took advantage of Serena’s distraction to choose other articles of clothing for her. He pulled out a few form-fitting bodycon dresses, some shorts, a few risqué pajamas, and some spaghetti strapped tank tops and leggings. Things that he knew Serena would flat out refuse to get. Once Serena was done with the undergarments, she met up with Damien. Damien had a devious expression on his face as he could see some of the articles that Serena was carrying. Serena noticed what he was gawking at. “Ugh perv…” She grumbled as she let the articles fall into the shopping cart and covered them up with some of the other clothes that were there. “Did you add more clothes?” She asked. Damien laughed and charged off to buy everything. “Hey wait a minute! Damien! Come back here!” She called after him. After grabbing a few more personal articles that she needed, she reached Damien that was standing in line giggling like a child. “Ha, ha, very funny…” Serena said sarcastically. As she stood next to him in line. When it was their turn, the clerk scanned all the items, and the total came out to roughly $300. “Wow all that for $300!?! Man, Target is amazing!” Damien said excitedly. Serena glared at Damien, “rich people…” she thought feeling regret in wasting so much on clothes. Once all the items were in bags, Damien and Serena left Target.

            Inside Serena’s car, she looked over her receipt. “Man, so much money… That’s going to set me back a bit.” She complained under her breath. “Are you serious? Dude, you owe it to yourself to splurge. You work your ass off and you lost all your clothes in a fire. You needed this!” Damien stated trying to make Serena feel better. “I guess you are right, as long as it is once and a while.” She replied with a smile. “Well, I am starving! Let’s eat some lunch!” Damien exclaimed. “Sure thing! I’m hungry too. Anywhere in particular you want to go?” Serena asked as she pulled out of the parking space. “You choose!” Damien said excitedly. He was enjoying experiencing life as a normal person for a change. “I guess we can go to Olive Garden.” Serena thought out loud. Remembering that Damien has a specific palette when it comes to food. “Ok! To Olive Garden!” Damien shouted with excitement. Serena rolled her eyes as she drove towards the nearest Olive Garden.

            After ordering their meal they ate happily, chatting about different things, like when they were on tour and went to Italy. Remembering how delicious the pasta was over there. They were really enjoying themselves. Being in an out of work setting really opened their eyes to who each of them were as individuals. Damien really enjoyed learning more about Serena, he was shocked to hear all the different things that occurred in her life when she lived in Puerto Rico. Different situations like studying in the public school system, college studies, and the bad governing of the politicians. Serena also explained how she was forced to leave Puerto Rico to find better opportunities in the States, because the income for a professional in her field of English, in Puerto Rico was terrible. “Wow so that’s how you ended up in California?” Damien asks after hearing Serena’s life story. “That kind of everyone’s story that was born and raised in Puerto Rico. It’s a paradise for tourists, but terrible for the locals.” Serena explained. “I would like to go visit! But I want you to be my tour guide.” Damien said with a smile. Damien had indeed been to Puerto Rico for a concert, but his time there was short and was only able to see the capitol of Puerto Rico, San Juan. “Yeah, San Juan is nice and all, but it’s the westside of the island that has the best beaches.” Serena said beaming with pride for being a native from Aguadilla, which is a beautiful costal city on the westside of Puerto Rico. After they finished their meal, Serena offered to pay as a thank you to Damien for helping her discover her youth in her fashion choices. Damien appreciated the gesture but insisted on paying for lunch since she just got done wasting a lot of money on clothes. After bickering for who was going to pay, Damien wooed the waitress in taking his card instead of Serena’s. Serena glared at him. “May have won this round but I will pay you back!” Serena stated darkly full of determination. “Game on, Serena, game on.” Damien joked.

            After lunch they returned to Damien’s house. Serena went to work removing the tags to all her clothes to then washed them. Damien decided to do some work and called his producer to ask if he would be willing to work with him in his home sound studio. The producer agreed and arrived and hour later. Serena was still working on washing and drying her clothes. Damien and his producer locked themselves up in the sound studio to record, while Serena put up all her clothes on hangars in the closet of Damien’s guestroom where she was staying. Even though, she sometimes found Damien irritating at times, he has been really sweet with her since she moved in with him. Damien was her boss, but after today he felt more like a best friend, which comforted Serena. She smiled as she replayed the days events in her mind and for some reason her kissing him in her drunken stupor replayed in her mind. Serena’s face reddened in embarrassment. At least Damien hasn’t brought it up again since that day, which saved her from more embarrassment. However, for some reason Serena felt bummed out that she could barely remember how his lips felt against hers. Serena shook her head trying to shake away her lingering thoughts of Damien. After Serena finished putting away her clothes, she was all sweaty, so she decides to go take a shower, since Damien was locked up in his sound studio.

            After her shower, Serena grew curious of what she looked like wearing lingerie. She shut her door and went to her draws and pulled out a black one that the salesclerk picked out for her. She tried it on. It was a sheer corset style push-up bra with matching boy shorts. The edges of the corset had straps to hold up thigh high stockings. Serena was astounded by how good she actually looked in it. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She turned over to see the back and saw that the boy shorts made her ass look perfect. “Wow, I can see the appeal of this.” She said softly as she gazed at her own breasts that looker larger than normal because of the style of bra. Serena let her curly hair down and tousled it around so it can look good. Serena removed her glasses, so she could see how she would look with her hair down and with no glasses. Her brunette curls cascaded down to her mid back. “Oh s**t! I’m actually hot!” She said gleefully feeling confident for once in her life. Suddenly she heard someone knock on the door and enter her room. Mortified she turns to look and sees Damien. Time felt as if it stopped completely. Damien’s eyes met Serena’s then glided down as he took in Serena’s form in lingerie. Damien and Serena stood there frozen. Serena with a look of horror and embarrassment and Damien entranced by Serena’s voluptuous body. “S-Serena, what are you wearing?” Damien struggled to say. He immediately felt the urge to take Serena and throw her on the bed and have his way with her. Serena snapped out of her frozen embarrassment and ran over to the bed and wrapped a blanket around herself to cover her body. “Jesus Damien! Don’t you knock?” Serena shrieked. Damien suppressed a perverted grin. “Technically I did.” He managed to say while Serena’s body was still fresh in his mind. “Well, you wait until I say come in, dude!” Serena snapped wanting nothing more than to be gobbled up by the floor from the sheer embarrassment she was feeling at the moment. “Well, I didn’t think you would be standing there checking yourself out in “f**k me” clothing.” Damien said with a devious chuckle as he gestured towards Serena’s body. Serena did not know how else to respond, her heart was beating a mile a minute. “Well for what it’s worth, you look really sexy in that.” Damien said evilly. Serena scoffed in embarrassment and horror as she picked up a pillow and threw it at him. He let out a laugh as he dodged the oncoming pillow and left the room.