The Mistress

Chapter 1: The Job

*Prologue*

I walked into the building, letting the cold air conditioning seep into my bare arms and legs, my shorts only rising higher up as I waltzed down the halls, passing the several group rooms. But me? I was looking for room 156, also known as my new rehab class. Apparently, I was to 'promiscuous' and needed special assistance.

I rolled my eyes, pulling into the cramped room, sitting in the chair closest to the door. 

"Alright ladies. We all know why your here, but let's get to know each other. I'm your counselor, Ms. Jackson, as you know, but let's introduce those who are new to our group. Allison, why don't you start us off?" she said in a sweet tone, pointing to me, her smile faltering at my choice of clothing. 

I groaned, but set down my bag, running a hand through my hair before beginning. 

"I'm Allison, and I'm here because I'm the one every girl hates. The slut, the hoe, the one everyone wants to strangle. But I didn't want any of it. It all started like this..." I began. 

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Chapter One: The Job

Allison's POV

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic seat of the dingy office I spent my days and nights in, sighing in annoyance as the aged computer buzzed to life as slow as possible. Not again, I swear if this computer doesn't work I'm screwed, I'll get fired. Ugh, please work! 

And what does it do? Freeze on me. 

So now I'm stuck with an old ass broken computer, no one to help me, and to top it all off, Mrs. Wills, my stupid boss, is bouncing up and down the hallway, heading straight for me. Please don't say it. 

"Again Allison? Your done, pack up your stuff" she said, a grin growing on her disgusting face, pulling up her sharp nose as her cheeks lifted. 

And, she said it. 

Packing my belongings, I stepped out of the office and into the elevator, feeling very defeated. How am I supposed to pay the bills now? I have no job! I really need to get myself together. This is the fifth time this month. Any more rejections and I'll have to just give up. 

I kept sulking as usual until a girl climbed into the closed space next to me, her make-up thick and her heels especially high, a bright smile on her face as she counted a few twenties, stuffing them in her purse. 

Me, being the idiot I am, let my eyes wander over her exposing appearance, only to have her look back, stroking her chin, a smile plastered on her face. 

"Let me guess. You have no job, barely making your bills, you have no one to depend on and your desperate for something, anything to get yourself some money. Am I right?" she said, a small smirk arising on her features. 

"Yeah I guess, how'd you know-" I began, only to get grabbed my the wrist, yanked over to a public bathroom near the third floor, the room next to where I had been kicked out just minutes ago.