Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

I hit a nerve. I could feel it as he clenched his teeth and gripped his glass tighter. I half expect him to lash out and not answer me. I wouldn't have minded if he refused, it was his own business, not mine. I was there to work, not ask questions, right? I shifted uncomfortably sinking into the couch a little more. The fabric was soft against my exposed skin and I remembered exactly how tired the car ride had made me. I kept my eyes open, not daring to seem tired, but I wouldn't mind laying out on the couch. Doesn't seem...Right The answer is really very simple He was going to tell me? It was a slight shock but I didn't complain as he sat his glass down. I took another sip of the dark drink as sat mine down as well, watching him toy with the thong I discarded. I've never understood men's fascination with underwear. I don't get bent out of shape with briefs but I had to admit, when I wasn't working I preferred to wear boxers. They were much more...comfortable. Shifting again, I listened, my curiosity peaked as he spoke. Money..I used to live in the city, and Ill admit I was a player. I had my pick of women. Hardly a night went by when I did not have some new floozy throwing themselves at me. Each and every one of them confessing there love for me within hours of us meeting. Fighting like alley cats as if I was some prize for the taking. I guess I got jaded, I grew to hate women and all the attention my playboy life brought, and eventually I give up on it all and retreated here. That's sad... I replied softly, before I could catch myself. It wasn't my place to comment or even ask, but I couldn't help myself. No one ever thought about the cons of having money and for a moment I was glad I didn't have a lot of it. I knew what it was like to work hard but I did relate to him. I like to be modest, but I know I'm not...ugly. I consider myself decent looking and evidently so do all the guys trying to get in my pants at school. My body...my looks are all most judge me by and it's...frustrating so I understand his money problem. At least with you there is no confusion, I know right from the outset that its about the money For a moment my head bowed in shame. I needed the money, it was true, but I felt bad regardless. I was just...another woman after his money. I had no need to feel ashamed, I wasn't after his heart and I didn't know him well but my conscience ate at me regardless. Part of me wanted to put the envelope back on the table and escort myself out, but that would be an insult. He'd already brought me this far and he was expecting a someone to spend the holidays with at the very least. I fought with my morality for a moment, before he brought my attention back to him. So now you know my life story, what about you, What turns an attractive, intelligent young lady like yourself into a whore. Whore. The word made me cringe and I unconsciously cut my eyes at him. It was reflex and I sighed softly, shaking my head a little. Sorry...just...not used to that still... I confessed softly, looking up at the ceiling a moment. He'd sort of complimented me so I had to let it go. I need the money...it's as simple as that. My family consists of alcoholics and drug addicts...I've tried working elsewhere...but all i get is sexual harassment...so I figured...why not? It's good money and it'll keep me alive and put me through school...I'm done with it as soon as I graduate and can move onto something better... I looked at him and folded my arms over my chest, almost as if trying to maintain what little self respect I had left. thinking a moment, I decided something. It was...the holidays, right? Why not give him some hope for women? Why don't we make a deal? ....It's christmas, the season of giving right? Keep your money...I can do without it...as long as you let me stay here the winter month. My lease is up at my apartment...I've got no where else....so let me stay and we'll proceed with everything else as planned? Why I was offering to not take his money and still adhere to his every beck and call was beyond me. It had to be my conscience. It was a fair deal though, right? I inhaled slightly, unsure of what he'd say to this. He'd probably just call me stupid for giving him the better deal. Or was it? I didn't know. I was simply acting...impulsively.