Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Paul was charming, just as he had been when they'd met some weeks ago, and Charlotte felt a tinge of nervousness that simply began to melt away. She'd smiled and toasted, even laughing quietly at his joke about her position. The agreement indicated that she was to quit her job at the diner, which was fine by her. She'd rather have a single guy grabbing her ass and staring at her than the fifty that came into the diner everyday. She wasn't sure if things were as she expected or not, but she tried to maintain a calm and open demeanor about it all. When he brought out her perks, her eyes widened. The very idea of have so much was amazing Charlotte had come from a very small town, and while until Roger started using and gambling she'd never been really poor, having such nice things was still a foreign concept to her. She'd thanked him for the champagne and the lovely clothes and jewelry, as well as all the perks, and they chatted idly about their lives. It was nice, to have someone talk to her like she mattered. Roger hadn't treated her like a human being for years, more like a walking money tree. It was wonder that Charlotte had even kept their bills paid. Home that night was no picnic Roger had been angry to discover that he'd come home to no supper cooked, and when she returned that night he'd refused to accept most of her reasons for being late. She eventually managed to tell him that she had quit her job at the diner in favor of a higher paying job working in an upscale restaurant as a hostess, and while Roger was suspicious he dropped the subject. She awoke the next morning a bit later than she'd intended to, and when she went to dress, she noticed that the box of expensive jewelry was missing. A sad frown on her face told it all, and she screamed for Roger, who appeared five minutes later with fresh track marks on his arms and clearly high. My jewelry! What happened to it? Roger grinned, clearly too high to even bother to pretend he was ashamed. Needed a fix. He replied, to which Charlotte let out a groan, knowing that he wouldn't remember if she slapped him or told him what a bastard he was. A rush of shame washed over her, and she realized that nothing she bought for her work for Paul would be safe as long as she lived in the same house as her husband and kept her belongings there. Mostly she was ashamed to tell Paul what had happened. Remembering an offer Paul had made her the night before, she took a deep breath, reaching for the I-Phone he'd given her. The night before Paul had mentioned her having her own apartment, a place for her to stay that was nicer and safer than the home she lived in now, and she had reservations about accepting it. But now, with Roger stealing the jewelry, she thought that perhaps leaving him behind would be best. She knew full well, however, that she was in no real position to escape what was quickly become a blackhole. Paul, About your offer of an apartment, I think I'd like a space of my own. Charlie She sent the text message to him, then got dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a button up shirt over a soft gray tank top. Her black boots clicked softly as she left the house, shouting a goodbye to her husband and letting him know that she wasn't sure when she would be home. She arrived at the diner just in time to see her former boss pull up. I'm quitting, Frank. I got a better job, and Lord knows I need the money. I hate to leave you in a lurch and all, but it can't be helped. Frank seemed oddly ok with the idea of his best waitress quitting, and Charlotte was a bit taken aback. However, she let the situation go in favor of doing more productive things, like shopping for her first real encounter with Paul.