Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

Karla sat in her car for a moment as she tried to release some of the tension from the day. Friday was never a day she would thank God for. It was when things were busiest at her office. She thought working Starlight productions would be a step in the right direction. Shed always wanted to work in the film industry, as a film editor yes, but in the industry nonetheless. So when they offered her the office manager position, she immediately said yes. While she didnt regret her decision, trying to live in California while working for nothing took its toll. Her credit cards were maxed out, bills were piling up and her rent was behind. She didnt understand how it got this bad, this fast. Karlas childhood was unremarkable, and that was good. Her parents were loving, made sure was taken care of and happy, taught her how to be herself. They were transplants from Ecuador where the majority of her extended family remained. She had eighteen happy years with them until they day they hit by a drunk driver on the way home from dinner. They died instantly and the guy only got two years in the juvenile system since he was underage and it was his first offence. Karla got a job and tried to live with her witch of an aunt for a while, but she wasnt the easiest teen to get along with at that point. So, when she found her having drunken sex in her house one night. All familial connection we effectively cut off. It was a nice way to remember losing your virginity. None of her friends parents wanted her in their home. They felt bad for her, but they didnt want her staining their happy life. She stayed in a womens shelter for year, applying for jobs while at the library before where she met Adam who she was in a relationship with for two years. Theyd only been together for a month before she moved in with him and it was heaven the first year. She cooked for him, had sex daily, felt safe and loved. By the second year he was out at all hours of the night, fighting with her constantly, and not giving a fuck about anything or paying the bills. She didnt understand it until she found the needles. When she confronted him, he had nothing to say, so she ended it. He let her stay there until she found a new place and during that time, Starlight responded to her application saying the liked the work she created in high school. While she hadnt touched a camera since then, they didnt need to know that. Extra shifts at work, the money she saved over the past four years, and her first credit allowed her a plane ticket to California and rent for the first three months. If she played her cards right, of course. So here she was, a young 23 year old in California. Living a very clichd dream, wondering when things would stop being so complicated. Sitting here isnt going to change things. Taking a deep breath, Karla got out of the car with her purse, and opened the door to her complex while fumbling for her keys. When she first moved here, she found the best apartment she could afford. Her landlord took a risk letting her lease the place but he did. Most likely it was because of her body, but she could take care of herself if she needed to and he kept mostly to himself while she was here. While Karla was petite, she had filled out nicely over the years. She was the spitting image of her mother, from the full pout of her soft lips to the thick chocolate curls curls that framed her feminine face. The pillowy swell of her breast that were encased by a simple black button up and her shapely legs that led up to the firm ass that filled out her pencil skirt were a trait that was evident with the women on her fathers side, if the family photos were anything to go by. She liked to look her best and that meant staying in shape. That was especially, the case when you couldnt afford to buy new clothes. After a quick stop at the mailboxes, she made a beeline for the stairs with a steady click of her heels. Already, her fingers were unbuttoning the front of her blouse as she pictured shedding her clothes and relaxing with a glass of wine. As much as she loved clothes, the feeling of getting out of them was just heavenly. One of her neighbors gave her a hello as she reached the third floor and she offered a smile in return. She loved her complex. The people were nice and quiet, everything was clean, it was safe, and her apartment was large for a one bedroom. If a studio had been available she wouldve moved but there were none in the particular complex. Karlas pace slowed as she reached her door, her arched brow rising as honeyed eyes landed on the envelope taped there. Snatching it from the door, she frowned when she saw who it was from. Already her stomach was clenching as she quickly opened the letter and scanned it. Shit. Her arms fell limply as she tiled her head back, willing the burning sensation behind her eyes away. Karla couldnt be upset with her landlord for wanting to evict her. Yes, she was clean and amicable, but that didnt pay the bills. She knew this was a possibility when hed come to her last month, but she just didnt think it would happen so soon. Instead of going inside, she turned and made her way toward the fifth floor where he lived. There had to be something she could do. She couldnt afford a plane ticket back to Illinois and didnt know anyone here well enough to try and live with them. Storage here was expensive and leasing applications came with fees. Moving would be more expensive than pay the rent, not to mention he could so her for back pay. What would she tell her job? She couldnt take off work right now. By the time she reached his door, she was slightly out of breath from the tightness in her chest and anxiety coursing through her veins. Her eyes were dilating and there was a slight flush developing between her breasts and cheeks. She probably looked scared shitless, but thats because she was. Being independent, having some sense of stability. It was something she didnt want to lose, something she couldnt loose. Slender fingers curled into a fist as Karla knocked three times on the door and waited.