When Lily's university financial scholarship is revoked she explores a new avenue for income.
A mutual friend introduces her to a darker underbelly line of work with a handsomely dangerous boss, mysteriously named Seven.
Lily's world, with the hel...
"So what do you think you'll do?" Mesha asks me, flipping through the magazine stand by the counter.
"This." I motion out to the liquor store floor. It's been a couple days since I got rejected for the escort job at that strip club. At first I was really upset that Seven thought I wasn't pretty enough to work for him, but then I was more upset that I really had no back up plan to make the money I needed for classes. I had been so confident in getting a job like Mesha's that I hadn't thought of a plan B and had gotten use to not feeling that overwhelming helpless feeling that made my stomach sick. And now it was back. I had to get use to the idea that my university education was over all over again.
"Ugh, you're wasted in a place like this." Mesha complains.
"You're not the first to say that." I laugh.
"And that uniform." Mesha eyes the green apron in disgust.
"At least it pays my rent so I'm not homeless." I try look on the brighter side of things and make my way from round the counter to start stacking beer crates.
"Have you heard anything back from any of the other jobs you've applied for?" She asks following me across the shop floor.
Mesh has been stopping by every now and then while I'm at work. She stops by before she goes to her own job, or should I say before she goes out for a dinner date and makes more than what I make in a week in one hour. The envy is real, but Mesha has been very apologetic about the whole meeting situation. I think she feels responsible for getting my hopes up but it's my own fault for thinking I could do it.
"Haven't heard back from any of them." I whine and begin to start unloading the beer crates from the trolly and stack them neatly on the floor.
"I'm sure something will pop up soon." Mesha offers some hope.
"I'll probably be stuck here till you become my sugar mumma." I joke and Mesh cackles.
"Oh I like the idea of being a sugar mumma." She smiles. She looks stunning, more so then usual on the nights she works. Half of her dark hair is styled up high at the top of her head and left to flow down her back. She's dressed in a camo green leather jumpsuit and I just know it's expensive. She looks expensive.
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"Just let me know whenever you need the company babe." I joke winking at her and she giggles again.
"Speaking of, I better get a move on. There's a Zimmer frame waiting at a bar for me." She jokes back and I chuckle.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" I ask her.
"Yeah I'll swing by yours and we can head to lunch. My treat." Mesha says giving me a hug goodbye.
"Ooh she feeds me too. Maybe you're already my sugar mumma." I hug her back. She rolls her eyes playfully.
"Be safe." I tell her as she pulls away and walks towards the door.
