Note to All - No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, or endorsed by this author.
The Room, Part 1
Frank Lambert - male - 48 years old. 5'8", 180 lbs., salt and pepper hair, Caucasian.
Jordan Banks - female - 23 years old. 5'6" 115 lbs., auburn hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.
Jennifer Banks - female - 21 years old. 5'7" 120 lbs. brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.
Erin Chance - female - 23 years old. 5'5" 105 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian.
Jordan Banks was from a small town in Alabama, population of 5,231 according to the most recent census, daughter of a minister, head cheerleader, homecoming queen her senior year in high school, and recipient of an academic scholarship to the University of Alabama. Jordan was a math whiz when it came to numbers, percentages, calculations, and the like so it came as no surprise that she chose Finance as her major. She knew, by majoring in Finance, she could go anywhere in the United States to work and get out of Small Town USA. Jordan's only focuses in high school were cheerleading and academics since the selection of boys in town was slim due to most of them being into fishing, hunting, and hanging out in the McDonald's parking lot on Friday and Saturday nights, none of which appealed to her. Jordan was ready to get out of the small little hick town and see what the world had to offer.
When she arrived on campus in Tuscaloosa, she dove straight into her academics and found that the world of Finance was right up her alley. She took to it like a fish to water. She made a few friends but found that alcohol and other stimulants were on the menu at some of the campus parties so she pretty much stayed to herself. Staying celibate was the most attractive option, especially after she overheard a conversation in the campus cafeteria about the betting pools among some of the males on campus. They were placing wagers on who, when, and where they were going to bed certain female students. Jordan was pretty enough that she could have had her pick of any guy she wanted but the information about the betting pools turned her off to any sort of sexual activity with any of the guys on campus. Sure, lots of guys asked her out on dates but she always politely refused, citing academics or traveling back home on the weekends as a reason to not be intimate.
Fast forward to the week after winter break her senior year in college. It was time for Jordan to think about where she wanted to work and where she wanted to live after college. There was a professional recruiting fair taking place in the basketball gym the entire week. This gave seniors a chance to talk to local, national, and international recruiters about possible employment after college. Jordan's resumΓ© was impressive so finding a rewarding and successful career after college was going to be easy, for at least she hoped so.
Enter Frank Lambert - he had a booth set up at the recruiting fair for his company - Lambert and Associates based in Atlanta, Georgia. Frank was owner and CEO. They handled everything from financial consulting to investments, to financial portfolios, accounting, and professional athletic contracts. Jordan walked over and approached Frank -
"Hi Frank Lambert from Lambert and Associates, Atlanta, Georgia."
"Jordan Banks, University of Alabama, Finance Major, Senior. Nice to meet you Mr. Lambert."
"Nice to meet you as well Miss Banks."
"Can you tell me about your company?"
Frank went into the customary 10 minute presentation, showed her some brochures, all with his business card attached, and asked for a copy of her resumΓ© and her current transcripts. She gave him a copy of each and he looked them over.
"Very impressive Miss Banks. Have you looked anywhere else here at this job fair or was this your first stop?"
"Thank you sir. This was my first stop."
"Well, tell you what. I'm going to be here all week here at the job fair. If you think of any questions, please let me know, and feel free to check out our website as well."
"Thank you sir. Well, it was nice to meet you."
"It was nice to meet you also Miss Banks. Enjoy the rest of your day."
Jordan visited some of the other booths during the week. She also checked out the website of each of the companies whose booths she visited. Lambert and Associates still stood out to her. She approached Frank Lambert at his booth on Friday after she had lunch in the campus cafeteria.
"Hi Mr. Lambert."
"Ah Miss Banks. Nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you again sir."
"I've done a lot of research this week and I would like the opportunity to join your organization after graduation."
"Very well. According to the campus calendar, your class graduates May 12th. I want you to be able to enjoy some post graduation time with your family. Can you be at our offices on Monday, June 1st at 8 AM? In the meantime, I will email you an official offer letter, information about benefits, and information about a place to stay until you find a residence to rent or buy. We will pay for your temporary lodging, pay for first and last month's rent and deposit if you rent, and the down payment and closing costs if you choose to buy a home."
"Uh, yes sir. I certainly can. Thank you sir. I will see you on June 1st."
The first week of February came and, as promised, the information Frank promised Jordan was in her email. She opened the email and was blown away with the starting salary and benefits package. She couldn't believe how much she was going to be making. She was so excited that she texted her sister and best friend, Jennifer.
Jo - Hey wench. You there?
Je - Hey ho, yup. What you want?
Jo - Well hooker, I got a job after graduation. Start June 1st.
Je - Say what skank?
Jo - Yeah slut. Dis bitch got a J-O-B!!!!!!
Je - Well smack me around and call me Susan! I'm so happy for you girl. What's da pay?
Jo - Are you sitting down?
Je - Naw. I'm on my knees sucking my man's dick.
Jo - LMAO shut the fuck up.
Je - But not really. I ain't got no man. Can't no man handle all this hotness I be bringing!
Jo - Well you is fine but not as hot as me child.
Je - How much paper you gonna be making?
Jo - $95K to start.
Je - Bitch say wwwwhhhhaaaatttttt? Bring me a spatula and peel me up off da floor.
Jo - LMAO stupid. Ain't that crazy?
Je - Girl, you gonna make me cry. For reals though.
Jo - You gonna come and help me pick out a place to live?
Je - Yes indeedy. But check this out ----- you remember Erin Chance?
Jo - Yeah we were on a cheer dance squad together back in early high school before she moved to Fleming. How is she? She ok?
Je - Yeah she is more than fine. Girl, she bought a big ass house and a nice sports car.
Jo - What? She got a sugar daddy?
Je - Naw. She is a webcam girl. Her younger sister found out by accident so she called me to tell me. But mum is the word LOL. Oh, but hey, get this. She is making some crazy money from what I'm hearing. Like 6 digits.
Jo - WOW! But we know Uncle Sam is getting 40% at tax time.
Je - Yeah true. Call her sometime. I know she would love to hear from you. Y'all used to be so close.
Jo - OK I will. Hey I gotta jet. Study time. I gotta keep these grades up.
Je - OK sis. I love you more than marshmallows.
Jo - I love you more. And KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED!!!!
Je - They only open for you LESBIAN!!!!
Jo - Well you're MY LESBIAN!!!!
Je - Better be. I love you so much!
Jo - I love you more!
Je - Bye
Jo - Bye
Senior year at Alabama was speeding bye. Spring break rolled around. Jordan was gonna drive home to visit her family and give them the news about working in Atlanta after graduation. But first, she was gonna stop off and visit Erin. She texted Erin about two weeks after Jennifer had told her about Erin being a webcam girl. They agreed that Jordan would come and have dinner with her and catch up on old times. Erin gave her the address, Jordan put it in her GPS, and was on her way.
She pulled up in the circular concrete driveway. In the open, covered parking spot next to the side entry door of the large beautiful tan brick home was Erin's Volvo S90, black in color, and it sparkled in the Alabama heat. Jordan walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Just a few seconds passed and Erin Chance opened the door for her dear friend, Jordan. They didn't say anything. They just embraced. They both began to sob. They held each other's face with their hands.
"I have missed you Erin."
"I have missed you Jordan. Come in. Come in. Come in."