All characters are over the age of 18. Enjoy.
Jenny lived a pretty boring life. At the age of twenty-nine she was still a virgin and was working at a dead-end office job in a cubicle making calls all day. She was average looking at five foot six and had mousy brown hair and brown eyes. This led her to resent beautiful women. She hated professional hot chicks like the Kardashians and pretty much any good looking women in her life who she believed got to where they're at using their looks alone.
"Hey Jenny why don't you go get my coffee." Vanessa said mockingly.
Vanessa was one of these hot chicks that pissed Jenny off. At twenty-four years of age Vanessa was ranked higher than Jenny at work while being five years younger than her. She was a beautiful Latina at five foot two with all the right curves where they needed to be and wavy black hair with dazzling green eyes you could get lost in. Jenny hated having someone she considered to be inferior to her intellectually be above her professionally. She attributed all of Vanessa's success to her looks. Probably fucked her way up Jenny thought not caring about her MBA or honors that she received. I feel like we've all been guilty of judging books by their covers at one point or another, but we don't let it eat away at us like Jenny did. It was plain unhealthy.
"Go fuck yourself." Jenny said quietly so no one else could here. She had an unprofessional relationship with Vanessa to say the least.
"Is that any way to be talking to a superior?" Vanessa said rhetorically. Loving to rub in the fact that she was higher in rank than her while being fresh out of college. "I ought to report you to the boss lady." You aren't superior to me Jenny thought but kept it in. Vanessa leaned down to Jenny's desk to expose her ample cleavage and whispered, "You're just lucky I'm a nice woman." Jenny blushed staring at the cleavage so close to her face. She couldn't tell if she was flirting with her or mocking her. Definitely the latter.
"I'm sorry Vanessa, but you know I'm not your assistant, so why would you ask me to get your coffee?" Jenny asked genuinely curious why Vanessa loved to mock her.
"It's because I believe it's your place in this world. On your knees obeying superior women." Walking away before Jenny could come up with a comeback. Vanessa couldn't help herself.
"Bitch." Jenny muttered under her breath and got back to work.
It was this boring existence day in and day out. Again, again, and again, which led her to having suicidal thoughts. She was standing on her balcony thinking about jumping when she remembered her poor old mother and how it would devastate her. Her thoughts got so bad that she decided to go see a therapist, despite the stigma associated with getting help. I can do this on my own she tried to battle within herself, but eventually gave in.
"Welcome. Have a seat." Veronica said in a soothing voice.
Veronica was in her mid-forties and unbeknownst to Jenny she was the older aunt of Vanessa. She stood at five foot five and even while not a spring chicken still held her perfect curves and had the same green eyes as Vanessa. This was off putting for Jenny because she was already judging this doctor by her looks. How can a doctor look so good she thought. Despite that she took a seat.
"So what brings you here today?"
"I've been having suicidal thoughts."
"And why do you think that is?" There was something about Veronica's soothing voice that made Jenny trust her, so she let it all out.
"I hate my job. I hate my boss. I hate how I look. I'm twenty fucking nine years old and I'm still a fucking virgin and I just want to die." She said breaking down crying.
"There, there. Let it all out." Veronica said as she got up to pass her a box of tissues. "It's okay to cry. It cleanses the soul." Very unstable she thought to herself, then writing it down on her notepad. Jenny grabbed the box of tissues taking a couple out to wipe her eyes and blow her nose in to.
"Let's talk about your day to day. Do you have any hobbies?"
"No. I used to try to play sports, but I'm just not athletic enough."
"We're going to need to work on that. You need activities to help take your mind off of the daily stresses of life." Veronica wrote down some more notes, which irked Jenny. "As far as your looks go, you can't change what god gave you, but you can spice it up. How about you treat yourself to a shopping spree and change up your makeup. Buy something a little sluttier. That will definitely help increase your chances with these simple men nowadays." Jenny was shocked that the doctor used the word sluttier, but it helped her relax some more because it made the doctor seem more normal. Like a regular person and not just an authoritative figure. Maybe she misjudged this woman.
"I can try."
"Don't try dear. Do." Veronica said sternly. Jenny thought that it was just semantics, but didn't want to get into an argument with this woman. "Do you have any ideas?"
"I could try pottery."
"That sounds like a great idea. And what about this job of yours? Where is it that you work and what makes it so awful?"
"I work at the offices for Felecia's Boutiques."
Veronica knew Felecia's boutique because of her niece. "And what's so bad about working there. I've heard nothing but good things about them.
"The job is boring. I do nothing but answer phone calls all day. And then there's this bitch of a manager that I work for, Vanessa." Veronica was taken aback, because Jenny had to be speaking about her niece, but she kept her composure. She was a professional after all. Her curiosity got the best of her though.
"What's so bad about her?"
"She acts like she's better than everybody else, when she's actually just a little brat. I can't believe she got the promotion over me, I've been working there way longer than she has. I've paid my dues. Fuck Felecia. Veronica probably ate Felecia out to get the promotion." Jenny said to make herself feel better.
Veronica didn't like the way this little bitch was talking about her wonderful niece. "Maybe she was simply better than you. Have you thought of that?" Veronica knew for a fact that her niece was better than this loser.
The thought of Vanessa being better than her bothered Jenny. "She's a little cunt." Jenny said with venom in her voice.
"It's not healthy to have this strong of emotions towards another person, Jenny. Here's an assignment I have for you before our next session. You will write down ten different things that you like about Vanessa and that are positives about her. The glass half full my dear."
"But-"
"No buts. It's a proven exercise." Veronica just wanted to hear this bitch praise her niece.
"Good morning loser." Vanessa told Jenny the next day at work.
"I'm not a loser." Jenny responded even though she felt like one and wanted to kill herself.
"What else do you call someone who's stuck doing the same boring thing for the rest of their life?" Vanessa said rhetorically. Then she casually walked off without waiting for a response which bothered Jenny to no end. How was she supposed to write a list of positives about this little bitch?
