"You're so lucky," one of Brian's friends said to him as they sat drinking a beer at their local bar.
"Well I don't feel lucky," Brian said taking another sip of his beer. He had just gotten fired. He knew it was coming. After all the things that had been happening in his life, he was aware that it was in the cards.
"Yeah, about that," the friend said. "Sorry."
"I don't blame you at all," Brian shrugged. "In fact, I am glad you got the promotion."
"Thanks," the friend said bowing his head. "What are you going to do now?"
Brian took a deep breath then took another long swig of his beer. "I doubt I will be drinking beer with you guys anytime soon," he smiled. "Doubt I will be able to pay for my car."
"The beer is on us," the friend said patting his other friend on the shoulder.
"What?" the friend said taking his eyes off his phone. "Yeah, sure we got you," he shook his head as he looked at the picture on his phone. "You seriously live in the same apartment as this woman?"
Brian looked over at the picture on his former coworker's phone. "Yeah, that's my roommate," he smiled. "Without her, I wouldn't have a place to stay."
"You have to introduce us," the second friend said. "I have always wanted to meet a model."
"She is just a human being," Brian shrugged.
"A sexy one at that," the first friend said.
Now they were both looking at the photo app on their phones. Amanda had started posting pictures of herself on her social media photo page. Within the first week, she had over five thousand followers. Now just over a month later the number had gone through the roof.
Which was good for Amanda. Due to her recent popularity, there had been a lot more magazines and modeling agencies calling and emailing her to book appointments.
"Well I will leave you guys to your phones," Brian said. He finished the last of his beer then walked out onto the streets.
He drove slowly home thinking of what he was going to say. Things had gone from bad to worse for Brian in the past three months. Amanda had taken over most of the bills as well as all of the rent. Brian's paycheck had dwindled every month as his boss gave him fewer hours each week. Sometimes even sending him home early in the day.
Scarlett was still not talking to him, even going as far as blocking him on many of the social websites. Brian knew that their friendship was finally over. The strange thing was he didn't blame her. He knew it was bound to happen.
Stacy was still on an extended vacation with her now husband; they had finally remarried. She had taken a picture of a letter that they both had signed stating that Brian would always be the second man. Brian thought he would be more of a third wheel.
He took a deep sigh as he pushed his key into the door. The door slowly opened, and he walked into the apartment.
"Call you back, my roommate just walked in," Amanda said putting down her cell phone as Brian walked towards the couch.
Amanda was on her treadmill that was in the far corner of the room. Her long black hair tied back into a ponytail bounced back and forth as she ran.
Amanda stopped the treadmill then picked up her water bottle then joined him on the couch. She wore a hot pink sports bra that barely held her massive tits inside and black short shorts.
"So spit it out," she said.
"I got fired," Brian said.
"Really," Amanda said.
"Yeah, I will start looking for a new job right away," Brian said.
"Okay," Amanda shrugged. She got up and made her way back to the treadmill.
"You're not mad?" Brian asked.
"Nope," Amanda said picking up some black mini barbells. "I am happy for you," she said as she began to exercise. "Now you can find a job that you will like."
"It might take some time," Brian said.
"Good, take your time," Amanda said.
Brian stood up and walked over to her. "I could hug you right now."
Amanda smiled then put down her barbells. "Come on," she said as they hugged. "Some of the girls and I are going out tonight. Do you want to come?
"I think I will start..."
"That was a trick question, you're coming," Amanda said as she continued her work out.
Brian nodded. He knew he wouldn't win an argument with her. She usually won them all.
There wasn't much to do except update his resume and post it online. When he began to look at websites to post his resume he decided to change some of the things that were on it. It took him longer than he thought it would. Finally, he decided it was good enough and then posted it.
"How do I look?" Amanda asked.
She was standing in the doorway, wearing a little white dress, the straps were tight across her shoulders the front of the dress was a mesh design that showed a lot of her cleavage. It stopped just above her knees. She wore high heel shoes that had straps going up her feet and around her calves. Her black hair hung low and past her shoulders.
"Stunning," was all Brian could say.
"Good. Why aren't you dressed yet?" Amanda scorned him.
"It's just that I have nothing to wear," Brian said as he tried to come up with an excuse.
"Bullshit!" she yelled throwing her small white purse onto his bed. She went to his closet then began to look through his clothes. "We need to get you some better clothes," she said as she started to move the hangers back and forth. "Ah this will do and this," she said as she took out a pair of black dress pants and a blue button-down shirt.
"I didn't even know I had those," Brian said looking at them.
"Now get dressed!" she said picking up her purse.
It took Brian a while to get ready as he decided to shave his head as well as other areas. Finally, he came out of his room. "Well?" he asked standing there.
"Wow, you clean up nice," Amanda said standing and looking at him. She walked around him dusting a few parts of the shirt off.
"You think?" Brian asked. He hadn't felt this good in a while. Even when he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize himself.
"Absolutely," she said with a large smile. "I might have to get my bitch be gone spray out, to keep all the skanks away from you," she said shaking her head.
Stacy had given Amanda the job of keeping undesired women away from Brian until she returned. A job that Amanda did a little too well. She had scared a delivery woman that flirted with Brian all the way down the stairs. Then there was a waitress that had wrote a heart on his receipt that Amanda said she would have a "talk with" which ended up with Brian getting an apology from the manager.
"You know she meant that as a joke right?" Brian said.
"Yeah, and when the time comes, and I think a woman is right for you I will retract the claws, but until then none are worthy," Amanda shrugged
They walked out of the apartment then got into Amanda's sports car. "With you not having a job, we should sell your car," she said as she turned the engine. "We don't want it to get repossessed."
Brian nodded. He hadn't thought of selling it, but it did make sense. The drive took them downtown; Brian hadn't been into the city itself for a long time. Everything seemed different. The lights seemed brighter and even though it was nearly Ten o'clock the place seemed alive.
"Haven't been here in a while huh?" Amanda smiled.
"No, I thought where I worked was the city, this is much different," Brian said looking up at the tall buildings.
"You work in a minor town, this is the major part," Amanda smiled. "I love this place."
They pulled up to a night club that was busy with people, most of them waiting in line to get in. Others were there taking pictures of the people walking in. Giant spotlights shot streams of light into the night sky that went back and forth.
Amanda got out of the car, then gave the keys to a man in red and black uniform.
"No donuts in the parking lot this time," she smiled.
The man smiled back. Then took the keys. Brian began to walk to the back of the line.
"No, no, no," Amanda said dragging him back to her. "You're with me, and when you're with me, you don't wait in any lines."
She pushed her arm inside of his and walked towards the door.
"Mandy, baby, it is good to see you," the man at the door said he was a skinny man with dark black sunglasses on, even though it was pitch black outside. He lowered the glasses as he looked Amanda up and down. Standing on either side of him were two large men.
Amanda and the man kissed each other on the cheeks. Then he looked at Brian. He was looking at him the way you would look at a hobo on the side of the street asking you for money.
"And this is?" the man asked as he pointed at Brian.
"None of your business," Amanda smiled as she walked forward.
"Of course not," the man said as he opened the door. "Have a good time."
Brian was stunned at the inside; it was like no night club he had ever seen. The walls were pure black with white trim around them. Stairs were leading up to the upper levels. The rails of the stairs were golden. There was music that was loud but not too loud, but no one was dancing instead everyone had couches with a glass table in front of them.
'No one is dancing,' Brian whispered.
'That's because no one comes here to dance,' Amanda replied. She motioned to a table on the far side of the path they were walking.
A lady dressed in skimpy clothes that left nothing to the imagination had her hand down a man's pants. She smiled as she caught Brian looking at them. The man was obviously enjoying her attention. Brian looked at another table where two men were discussing something. But when he looked closer he could see heads bobbing up and down in their laps.
'It's one of those clubs?' Brian whispered.
'It is THE club,' Amanda smiled at a few people as she continued to lead him to the back. 'You have heard of celebrities getting caught at night clubs doing stupid shit?'
'Yeah,' Brian said.
'Welcome to the club they get caught in,' Amanda smiled again.
They finally stopped at a large circular table. There were other women there. Each of them scantily clad.
"Sorry we're late," Amanda said as she sat down. Brian sat next to her.
"Did you see Rebecca near to the front?" One of the women asked. She was an Asian lady; her top hid nothing. Even though she wasn't large up top, she didn't conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
