Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

img266x200 Noli Delaney ne Callister sat paying quarter slots at the Eastside Cannery. It was one of the few casinos left in town where you could actually play coin slots and it was very much a local spot. Shed tried out for a new musical at the Venetian and once again struck out. Her angelic good girl looks with red hair and pale skin wasnt what sold in Vegas right now. The real problem was her height. At five foot two, no one particularly wanted to see her up on stage. Miss, would you like a drink? The tall, leggy cocktail waitress paused by Nolis station. Noli shook her head. She could have pointed out that she wasnt a miss, shed been married for several years now to a successful and on the road to partnership lawyer thank you very much. The real reason Noli turned down a drink was if she had more than one or two drinks, given her petite frame and small size, she got tipsy. And when Noli got tipsy, her West Virginia accent reemerged. Shed worked hard to wash away any taint of West Virginia coal country and she wasnt about to let a rum and coke or whisky buzz bring the sound of McDowell County back into the rhythms of her voice. Im unwinding, she said with a smile. As she spoke, her quarter hit 7s and several hundred quarters spilled out into the trough. Congratulations miss, the waitress said standing there. Noli avoided rolling her eyes as she handed the waitress a fistful of quarters. Maybe you can bring me some cold water, she asked to give the girl a reason to leave. Oh yes miss, the woman said. Noli came here to get away from people. Shed been down after her tryout. But also, she sometimes just wanted to get away from the phoniness of the people she saw every day. Shed never go back to being dirt poor, but it didnt mean the elite were always a joy to hang out with. The woman next to her looked over and smiled. How do the waitresses know when youre about to hit, she asked teasingly. The woman was Korean or Vietnamese and had a tough, sexy look to her. Noli shrugged. Maybe you get psychic after time on the job. She scooped her coins into the bucket provided. It was a very old-fashioned scene. All the big casinos now used cards and digital readouts. No actual dirty coins to run through the machines or count. A tall lean man with a faintly Hispanic look, a white shirt and black suit came up to the Asian woman and told her, You should be working Su. Fuck off the woman replied. Shaking her head Noli left the couple to work out their problems. By the time the waitress returned with her water, shed be gone. She wore a white sundress. Noli was partial to white. She had carpeted their home in white. It was a color you never found back in McDowell County where everything turned a gritty, blackened grey eventually. She liked white and clean and the fact that they had a maid come in daily to clean. She loved having art on the walls of her home and made a point of knowing the history of each artist. As she waited for the valet to bring out her pristine Misano Red Pearl 2014 Audi S4 out, she thought of her husband Cameron. God, he was a catch. When she first spotted him at Harvard, shed practically stalked him. He was the antithesis of the boys shed fucked back home. She wouldn't call the grunting antics of high school football players dating. She hated almost everything in her past and she sure as hell had never let Cameron know anything about West Virginia. I was raised by my aunt, shed told him. We spend summers in the South. We had family down there, but during the year, we live in Maryland. Driving home, she hoped he wasnt too stressed from his day. He worked for a big-swinging-dick rich motherfucker who demanded perfection from Cameron and sometimes made his days a living hell. Realizing that shed slipped back into a lower class for of speech even if it was only in her mind, she chastised herself mentally. Youre class, youre someone, you dont say motherfucker! Noli giggled at the thought and rapidly said out-loud, Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, as she pulled off the freeway headed toward the exclusive gated community where they lived. Glancing at her Chopard diamond studded, white watch, Noli frowned. Shit! Im going to be late. Pulling into the driveway, she spotted her husbands BMW. Leaving the bucket of coins in the passenger seat, she hurried inside. In her trunk were her still damp from sweat leotards she had worn to her tryout that afternoon. Im so sorry darling! She called out as she walked in. Im late, but the maid has dinner warming. Their maids name was Maria and she was a darling from Nicaragua. Noli paid her above the going rate and made sure all her taxes were paid too. She knew what it was to be poor and Noli never wanted to be the one grinding someone down. Smiling, she spotted Cameron. Tell me you havent been here long, she called out. img130x222