Thread: The Affair (nothingbutporcelain and deerpoob)

Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only seventeen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it. To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night. Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana her mother was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. She also attended high school but since it was summer luckily she didn't have to worry about her classes right now. She really needed to find someone to go home with tonight. Her night was so boring but she knew she could find a guy who would spice it up a lot. Her eyes scanned the bar, searching to see if there were any guys here who she would like to go home with. She wouldn't pick just anyone. They had to be good looking and fairly confident. She knew if they weren't confident they would suck in bed. She needed someone who wasn't afraid to be rough with her and to make her bleed. She was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1 and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. They didn't mind how thin she was since it meant they could easily push her around and make her do whatever they wanted.