Spent a bit of time on this one, was back and forth between a few stories but I finished this one. Let me know what you think at the end please! If you want more I would love to hear it, or if you have any opinions / suggestions let me know. Enjoy!~
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Janet was a woman in her early thirties, she had long brown hair and blue eyes. She worked five days a week at her local grocery store as a cashier, enjoying her job for the most part since she got to talk to customers and enjoy chatting with the regulars.
The only real downside was the pay, since her car accident a few months back, Janet has been struggling financially with bills pilling up in the thousands of dollars, and a loan from the bank she had to borrow to fix up her car, Janet was at the end of her ropes now.
She sits alone night after night stressing to figure out what she is going to do, she has considered not paying but she stressed how it would affect her credit, not to mention the bank repossessing what little she actually has.
Janet was desperate, she wound up going to her boss's office, on her day off she is here to talk about a raise. "Look Janet, I wish I could help... But currently I can't give out any raises without other employees wanting the same treatment.
We have Larry here who started around the same time you did, and if I gave you a raise, it would only be fair to give him one... and a few others here." Giving her the run around knowing he doesn't want to fork up the cash because she really can't afford to quit.
Looking defeated, she clenches her small black wallet in her lap. Her boss Mr. Lon shook his head. "again, I am sorry but there is nothing I can do." He said apologetically.
Raising a hand and doing her best not to cry. "No, it's okay I understand really." She calmly stands up and gives a forced smile. "I really do appreciate your time."
Mr. Lon stands up politely and would adjust the lower button on his cheap suit. "Any time."
Sitting in her car a run-down old Jetta, at the parking lot of her job Janet stares at a card her friend had given her that previous week, her friend told her it was a last resort thing and not to be used lightly.
Feeling as if this is probably her last hope. Dialing the number into her cellphone. Ringing on the other end she hopes only hopes the answer to her prayers are there. Only a few moments go by before a man's voice answers. "Hello?" Biting her lower lip, she takes a calming breath before speaking.
"Hello, Hi. My name is Janet Mcfowlin. I was given this number by my friend who said you might be able to help me out of my debt?" Listening intently the man on the other end only seemed to sit there in silence.
"Please, I am getting desperate and I have no one else to go too and I am drowning in debt, I just need something to help me out for a bit so I can figure something else out." The man on the other end just returns her pleads with silence.
Just as she was about to hang up the man speaks. "Be at the Olive Bar north end of the city, seven o'clock. Ask the bartender for a ruby sparkler, he will then director you what to do after that."
With tears in her eyes Janet nodded her head, aware he couldn't see her but that didn't matter to her. "Yes, Thank you! Thank you very much, Olive Bar seven o'clock. Got it."
"Oh, and Miss Mcfowlin, Don't be late. You have one chance and that's it." Hearing a click as he hung up on her, Janet looked in the mirror and wiped her eyes.
Turning her car on she headed home. Making another phone call as she drove. "Hey Beth! I made the call, I just wanted to let you know. Thank you so much for this chance. I really appreciate it, call me back as soon as you get this."
Leaving a voice mail she hangs up and continues driving. Janet smiled softly thinking about her blonde friend. She was more than just her friend, If Janet would go lesbian for anyone it was her dearest friend Beth.
Beth was a mature woman such as herself, with long blonde hair. Beth was someone Janet could constantly rely on and both have shared a bed on more than one occasion, nothing sexual but enough to get Janet a bit wet as they slept close together.
Pulling into an old, rusty parking garage she steps out of her vehicle. Closing the door and making sure it's locked. She heads inside to the stairwell she quickly climbed, ignoring the trash on that cluttered along the steps and flickering light's above.
The apartment she lives in is definitely a low end budget, but you get what you pay for. Entering her room she pays for, she would lock it with a chain lock a two double bolted locks, just for good measure. A lone woman in these buildings at nights are not very comfortable.
Inside her apartment is a small wooden table, cluttered with bills, papers, and opened envelopes. A tan couch with a few stains on it, coffee stains is what she hoped for when she had found it sitting behind her apartment next to the dumpsters.
A small room in the back she uses as her tiny bedroom, a kitchen you can barely turn around in and a bathroom, where the plumbing works part of the time. However, despite all these things, Janet still calls it home, or affordable rather.
Walking to her couch she sets her wallet onto the papers covering her table, sitting down on her couch she looks at the time on her little flip phone. "one o'clock, I still got plenty of time... Perhaps I should go ahead and get ready just in case."
Standing up. "There's no time to rest." She chimes with hope that this offer will be something that can finally pull her out of debt. Walking into the bathroom she peeled off her clothes, just tossing them onto the floor and turning the shower knob.
A loud squeaking comes from the pipes as they attempt to spurt out water, giving a very low pressure, Janet turns around and looks at herself in the broken mirror. "I can do this" Trying to sound confident. While being thirty-two, she still thought she was gorgeous. Her breasts were a bit average, only being a C cup with a bit of sag.
She tried to wear revealing tops on her nights out with a guy, only ever having douche bags take her to hotels.
