Thread: Owning The Barkeep's Daughter (MoonsBlackWolf x HotTexasCowboy)

No! Your post is wonderful, I'm glad to see I have a great partner! Believe me, my posts will be a lot more equal to my ability now. Becca had been gone that evening for a night class of some general education requirement that she could care less about. She was an intellegent student, managing to hold a 4.0 GPA despite the conflicts in her life. She had ideas of becoming a professor or a doctor in the future but they were quickly fleeting the longer she continued in her studies. Not because her grades were inadequate but because she lacked the financial ability to afford such lofty goals. The bar was quickly going downhill and they could hardly afford the bills as it was let alone adding in monsterous student loan payments. It was rather depressing to see the state of the bar these days, once the second pride and passion in her parents' lives. It was not that many years ago that her mother had been killed in the accident and it seemed that with her death much of the heart and love that once filled the bar was gone. Becca had memories of the bar being so busy and active, regulars coming in every night for good liquor and better companionship. As the time passed however and newer, fancier bars opened around town it took some of the customers immediately. What had really destroyed their client base was the state of constant repair and general neglect the bar was in. Nothing new had been brought in since mother had passed and by the time her father had realized what was happening it was pretty much too late to reverse it. Anthony had fallen futher into depression, his body looking much older than his current 42 years of age. On his free time he spent much of it drinking away his problems, not caring he was burning the hole in his pocket further. It was what kept Becca from going farther away for college, turning down a scholarship to help keep Anthony from following her mother to an early grave. She resented it occassionally, but it had been her choice and she dealt with it every day. Tonight as she returned from her classes she was a little surprised to see her father already home. It was a little early for the bar to close but she guessed there wasn't anyone waiting outside for a drink either. She waved at him vaguely as she went towards her bedroom, but Anthony beckoned her towards him. The concerned look on his face said that something wasn't right, so she walked into the small living room and sat on the rather dusty floral print couch opposite him. Anthony rubbed his balding head a moment before he spoke, As you know Becca, the bar is quickly going under. We haven't made decent profits in almost six months and if things keep the same, I'm going to have to close it down. I know dad, I've been trying to help. She replied softly, hearing the sadness and anger in his voice. Well, today I got an amazing offer. It would help us repair the bar and get it updated to match the quality of the others...we could reopen and start over, it would be wonderful. The bar could be like it was before...before Susan passed. Anthony spoke with excitement but underneath there was a hestitation that made Becca uneasy. That's wonderful dad but what's the catch? Do they want to be co-owners? Or do they want a portion of the profits? This could be great but I don't want you swindled. she asked, a smile on her face at the idea of the bar being back to its former glory. The benefactor is Mr. Chasen Frost, you know him from there. He offered me two hundred thousand to fix up the bar and only wants ten percent of the place after. Anthony's voice trailed slightly, unsure how to continue with the next part. How to ask his daughter to be the consort of this man in exchange for the money. Becca was smiling but it dropped off as she heard the difference in his voice. It wasn't all, Mr. Frost couldn't just want ten percent in exchange for his enormous investment. Okay...but what else does he want? What's the catch dad? When he didn't replied immediately she asked again, Dad, what does he want? As there wasn't really a good way to put it, he answered blatently. He wants you. To see you two nights a week, he wasn't specific on the details. I...I told him all I could do was ask you...I can't make his decision for you. She was stunned for a moment, amazed that her father had even considered such an idea. To be paid off like a prostitute! But her anger receeded as she saw the desperate look in her father's eyes. This was their only chance to fix the bar and become profitable again. She knew this wasn't going to be easy or that she was going to enjoy this but she hoped if things went wrong that she could back out. They would lose the money most likely but it meant she could stop if she desired. Becca looked into her father's eyes for a brief moment, holding his gaze for a second before it was dropped. I can't promise that I'll keep up the deal...it depends on what he wants from me. But I can try, to save the bar and us I can try...W-when do we meet him again? she asked, her voice quavering as her hands shook slightly. She couldn't believe she was agreeing to this, but Becca knew they were too desperate to not try. Tomorrow night...at the bar. her father replied gruffly. Becca...Rebecca, you don't have to do this. You can back out whenever you want. Just know I love you...and...thank you. I love you too dad, she replied softly, rising up to go the stairs and going to her room quickly. A few tears ran down her cheek but she got ready for bed despite not being tired. She thought about Chasen Frost, he was not an unattractive man and had always seemed enamored by her. But she would not have guessed he would've offered this, to pay for her. The next day was rough, she dressed in several outfits, feeling uncomfortable in everything she wore suddenly. Too conservative...too slutty...too bright...nothing seemed right. She settled for a lavender scoop neck t-shirt that framed her lightly tanned skin and showed a reputable amount of flesh. Her jeans were once a dark navy but had faded to a dark blue slightly washed with spots of bleach from cleaning. She tucked them into a pair of worn leather boots with a very low heel. Her auburn locks were in need of a haircut but they were brushed and pulled partially back to get the majority out of her face. She never wore much make-up, enough that it was noticeable but still natural. After staring in the mirror, she supposed she was ready. The ride to the bar was long and uncomfortable, silence between her and Anthony seemed loud as he drove. What was left to say at this point? She supposed there wasn't really anything appropriate to say to the daughter you practical sold. When they did arrive, she got out quickly and unlocked the front door of the bar, flipping on the lights as she went in. Now it was just a matter of waiting....it was going to be a long night.