As several days went by, Madison tried to put the incident out of her mind. She knew that the whole thing had been grossly out of character for her and so she began to rationalize it so that she could live with herself. However, the money was so good at the Pussy Kat Lounge on that first weekend night that she knew she could not afford to leave employment there until she had found another job. Every day she looked for work, but there really wasn't much that paid more than minimum wage and she hated to leave a job where she could make cash on a nightly basis especially when on a good night she could earn several hundred dollars.
She began to work steadily there, making sure that she kept her private life separate from the life that she lived while working there. In fact, the only person who she grew to like from the club was Mandy, the waitress that she had first met there.
However, the next couple of nights were really very slow. Not unusual for a Monday and Tuesday, she was assured by Mandy, but she didn't really make any money and she worried about her rent and other expenses. Madison successfully avoided her landlord, Mr. Sanchez, both days but knew that he was looking for her for the rent. It was late Wednesday afternoon that her luck ran out. Madison had just dropped Olivia off at the babysitters for the night and was going back to her apartment to get ready for work. As she fumbled at the door for her keys, Sanchez turned the corner in a huff.
"Hey!" he yelled rudely at her.
Madison looked up at the man and despite her disappointment at being caught, tried to put on a good front. She smiled at the repulsive man.
"Hello, Mr. Sanchez," she said as she opened the door. "How are you?"
"I'd be a lot better if you tell me that you have your rent," he replied sarcastically.
Madison watched as the fat man waddled to her door. He was sweating profusely and his gray t-shirt was wet around the neck and underarms with his perspiration. He had a rag in his hand that he wiped his dark face with.
"I have most of it," she lied. "Let me get it for you. I'll be right back."
With that, the shapely blonde tried to slip into her apartment and close the door but Sanchez caught it with his hand and followed her in.
"Most of it?" he scoffed argumentatively.
"Well," she replied now being more honest, "half of it." Instinctively, she flashed him a beautiful smile that had helped her out of problems her whole life.
Sanchez watched as the young woman turned and walked towards her bedroom. Her yoga shorts looked like they had been spray painted on her perfectly rounded buttocks and her thin work-out shirt barely covered her large breasts. Her shapely thighs and calves were nude to the little white sneakers on her feet. Her thick blonde hair was in a pony tail coming out of the back of her cute running cap.
Madison returned with an envelope full of cash. The naïve young woman pulled out the money and carefully began counting out hundreds.
"One, two, three, four, five," she said before replacing the couple of remaining twenties in the envelope. She proudly handed him the crisp five hundred dollar bills.
Sanchez took the money and put it in his pocket.
"That's almost half of it," he said. "What about what's left in there," he asked, nodding at the envelope.
"Well," she said hesitantly, "I need a little for other things. It's only forty dollars. I know I only gave you half. I'll have the rest by this weekend."
Sanchez eyed the woman standing before him. He wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily!
"How did you come up with five hundred cash?" he asked, letting the word cash linger. "Have you been out selling that hot body of yours?"
Madison was stunned by the rudeness of his question.
"N..., no! How could you say that? Absolutely not!"
"Don't get so huffy!" he said. "A lot of women do what they have to do in your situation. It's not like you haven't been fucked before. Where are you working?"
Madison knew that he might be trying to purposefully test her with his rudeness. "That's vulgar!" Her blue eyes were wide with shock. She hesitated answering where she worked but he waited silently. Almost in shame, she answered, "The Pussy Kat Lounge."
"Topless dancing! Well, you use what you got, baby, and smokin' looks is all you got. With them tits, you should make a mint!"
"Does your wife know you treat tenants like this?" Madison asked trying to call the man on his behavior. "I am not dancing. I am a waitress!"
"Right," he said, clearing not believing her. "As far as my wife goes, do you mean, does she know that women fuck me to get more time to pay their rent?" he asked. "She may think I'm crude and an asshole, but she likes the way she eats," he said.
"Please, get out!" Madison said to the repulsive man. "I'll have you the rest of the rent by the weekend."
"That's not good enough," he said brusquely. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out what appeared to be some legal papers. "Here is the eviction notice. If you don't pay the entire rent, you need to vacate the apartment today."
Madison looked stricken! Her face nearly turned an ashen white. She couldn't be kicked out! She and Olivia had no place to go! Her hands shook slightly as she held the papers.
"Please, Mr. Sanchez," she said meekly.
"Doesn't an eviction notice change a woman's tone, my dear? 'Please, Mr. Sanchez,'" he mocked her. "If you aren't out today, the police will move your stuff into the alley," he lied.
As Madison's mind raced, she realized that he had just about all her money.
"May I have the money back that I gave you? I have to have it if I am moving out."
