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Chapter 3: Maid vs. Stripper

Chapter 3- Maid vs. Stripper

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I stared at him in aghast, trying to even make sense with the horrid words. Maid. The word stayed in my head like a plaque; I barely clean my own place up, but I'm going to drop everything and clean his house till its pitch perfect, yeah right. He can live on that dream; there is no way in heaven nor hell that I would bend my back to clean up his unkempt house just to get a few bucks. Knowing him he would have me beg for money, and I will not beg to that damn ungrateful bastard. His green eyes narrowed at me, and as hypnotizing as they were, I wasn't going to fall under his British charm. 

     "I'd rather starve than be your maid." Sure money was tight, but I would never plummet low enough to clean some damn cocky Chief's place. It hasn't come to that, yet.

     "You say that now, but you will be crawling back to me." His endearing tone would have me right under his thumb in a second, if my common sense hadn't interrupted my impish thoughts.

     "Once I make a decision, I never go back on it." As hard as it was go walk away from his glorious figure, I managed to put one foot in front of the other and glide my merry way. With my chin held high I walked away from him, keeping in mind that I still needed a job to pay my bills. 

When I went into my apartment building, I didn't even bother to do any destruction on door 01, I didn't have my utensils nor money to do what I had planed.  If I don't have my materials to do what I intitially planned, I relinquish it and wait until I have some extra cash to spend on my noxious needs. With the way things are going now it will be a long time before my noxious needs are taken cared for. I grunted as I moved my legs leisurely up the stairs, taking my time because I didn't have anything to rush to; I didn't have a job that I needed to scurry off to, I am just part of the seven point eight percent unemployed Americans. 

Wrapping my arms around myself, to keep warm in the breeze that roamed freely into the demoded building, I continued my way up the threatening twelve floors. There should really be escalators in this building to suffice our needs, since the elevator is not doing its job. Forget the gym, this workout right here is enough. I rubbed my eyelids to keep them from shutting from my lack of sleep, and trudged the last of the steps. 

Sighing, I wiped off the sweat that began to drip down my scarlet face. Stumbling over the last step, I reached for the banister and steadied myself on my wobbling feet that wanted to give up from beneath me. Dragging my legs, I slumped my shoulders forward and fiddled my fingers around my keys in my obsolescence purse. Wrapping my fingers around the keys I looked up at my door, only to be confronted with a dainty yellow paper. 

     "What!" I whispered in the silence as I snatched the appalling shaded yellow paper and read its contents. Skimming my eyes over it, I bit my lip to keep from screaming at the world. The Lord must have it out for me. The paper declared that I had seven days left until they kicked my behind to the curb. Surely this was bound to happen, but I never knew that it would happen so soon. Though, I  would have thought that I had some lea-way because I slept with the indolent landlord a few nights ago. Based on this sheet of paper I must have not meant a damn to him, just another girl that he got under his scrawny paws. 

     "That bastard..." I trailed off as I fiercely pushed my wooden door open. Slamming it shut behind me, I heard my stomach grumble its way to life. It's enough that I am about to have my behind kicked to the curb if I don't start scrubbing some cash up, but now my stomach demands food. Stomach, time for you to understand the difficult times, I thought to myself. Though that did not do my stomach justice, because it just growled right back at me.