Deviance

Chapter 3

Two weeks ago, I felt like my life was over after my first sexual encounter went terribly wrong. But life just kept going on and surprisingly so did I.
The mysterious jerk who took my virginity still sometimes visits me late at night in my dreams, but for the most part I have managed to suppress him and that night pretty well. I have other problems to deal with and I am not going to fixate on someone I don't know and don't want to know.
I work at Macy's in the mall close to my apartment as a retail consultant and, Tristan, my boss asked to speak to me after my shift today. I can feel the tension building in my shoulders as I sit in front of his office like a child in school waiting to speak to the principal.
"Auburn, you can come in!" he yells from inside.
He doesn't even bother to get up and open the door for me. But then again, what was I expecting? I know Tristan Walker. I have worked here since I was fifteen. He only joined the Macy's team two years ago, but when he got promoted to manager because he is the owner's nephew, he started acting like he was the king of his own little village, and we were nothing more than mere peasants. Nepotism is really a pain in the ass, especially when it puts tools like him in charge.
"Hey, Tristan. You are looking so good today. Have you been working out?"
I quickly discovered that the way to get anything done with him was through flattery. He is a narcissist through and through. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. Playing too his inflated ego is the best option.
"Thank you for noticing. Yeah, I've been on this low carb diet, and it has done wonders for me. You know, you should try it out for yourself. You could use it; seems like you've gained a few pounds over the last month."
I bite my tongue to keep myself from giving him a piece of my mind. First off, low carb diet my ass! I see him devour a BigMac with a large fry every day during lunch. He isn't fooling anyone but himself. And secondly, who the hell does he think he is that he can comment on my weight? Screw him!
"I am glad that you are taking care of your health. We wouldn't want to deprive the world of your golden presence any sooner than we have to." I force a smile.
"Very true, the sun does shine a little brighter when it shines on me, doesn't it? But let's cut the crap and get down to business. Auburn, you are one of my favourite employees. You have been a valuable member of this store for years now."
A flicker of hope lights inside me. Could this mean what I think it means? Was I finally getting my long-overdue promotion? Maybe the world doesn't deserve the bad rep it has. Maybe good things do happen to good people.
"So, it is with a heavy heart that I must fire you today. If you can turn in your badge and shirt, I would really appreciate it."
My heart stops beating for a few seconds. This can't be happening, not now... "I'm sorry, I think I heard you incorrectly. Did you just say I'm fired?"

I am in shock. The disbelief must be written clearly on my face because I can see how uncomfortable my reaction is making him.
"Yeah. Sorry, but it just isn't working out anymore." "Can I ask why?"
I ran through the last few months in my head, unable to find any reason why this pig would be justified in firing me. I am the damn best employee he has! I am always early for my shifts. I don't mind working late and having to lock up. I have the highest sales out of all the girls who work here!
"You just don't fit with our new company values and vision anymore. It's nothing personal."
Suddenly, everything made sense. This was code for, "You don't want to fuck me during your lunch break, and I can hire some innocent and naïve girl who would be more than happy to blow me for a promotion." I should have seen this coming. In the past few months, he had been hiring young high school girls part-time, making promises of more permanent positions opening for the girls who could show they were '100% committed'.
Bile raises in my throat. He is a pig. A sexual predator. Everything that is wrong with this fucked-up world.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I gave him one last chance to take me back. "Yes. I am sure." The corners of his mouth pulls up into a smirk.
I swiftly rise from my seat and grab my bag from the floor. I leave his office, in a hurry to get out of here before I break down into tears.
I rush through the shop and head to the nearest bathroom. I get a few concerned glances from my co-workers as I rush past them out of the shop. I manage to lock myself inside one of the cubicles just before the first tear runs down my cheek.
Fuck! No! What am I going to do? I am screwed!
My heart is pounding in my chest, and it feels like I can't breathe. I close the toilet's lid and sit down on it, trying to compose myself. My entire face is soaked in tears and probably scarlet red from my crying.
I rub at my eyes and then put my head in my hands. I need to think.
I just lost my only source of income. I don't have any other experience other than retail and sales and I don't have a degree or a diploma. No-one is going to hire a 19-year-old with no qualifications or real experience. Couple that with the unemployment crisis sweeping through the country...
How am I going to send Ella money? Pay for my apartment? For food? For anything?
I sigh in defeat. I have no options left... except for maybe one...
I pull out my phone and call the only person who could possibly help me.
"Hey, girl!" Kate's chirpy voice echoes through the phone. It sounds like her day is going a lot better than mine.
"Kate, I need your help. I'll explain everything in more detail later, but I just got fired. Does your offer still stand?" I ask after clearing my throat. I hope she can't tell that I've been crying.

"Shit! Um... I made that offer a long time ago, sweety. I can't guarantee that Freddy is going to want to hire you anymore."
"I'm not asking you for any guarantees. I just need you to ask him for me. I'm desperate, Kate. I would do almost anything."
I have officially hit rock bottom. I never wanted to be that girl that went against her moral values to make an income, but I have no other choice. I won't be able to find another job within a week that will pay enough money to keep the boat afloat.
"Okay. Come with me to the club tonight. I'll lend you one of my dresses and glam you up. He won't be able to say no."
"Thank you. I owe you big time," I say sincerely.
"Auburn, you have saved my ass more times than I'd care to admit. I am the one who owes you."
I hang up the phone after we make plans to meet at her apartment in a few hours. I can't believe I have to do this. I never thought I would have to stoop so low. But I am hoping and praying that I get this job at Pureza – the most popular gentlemen's club in the city.

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. I apologise for the shorter than usual chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less. In the next few chapters, our story will become very interesting. Don't forget to vote and comment. I love it when you guys are vocal.

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