~Short story~
~BOTHWELL BUSINESS~
~18+~
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Casey has almost always been alone for the majority of her life. No friends and no family.
And she's had enough. She quits her poorly paying job, gets involved with...
Sooooooo, what'd y'all think? I'm tryin be careful around Casey's personality, I don't want to make her seem so depressed so she's open to new possibilities xx tell me what you want to see happen...
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Casey Fisher
Go home. Go home. Go home.
F*ck you Jamie bloody Bothwell.
Those same two words have been echoing in my head all night and I'd woken up with the sh*ttiest headache. Probably fecking Jamie's fault too.
I shuffled around my kitchen and took a dry snack bar as a binge food.
No use.
I slump onto my soft sofa in despair, sighing to myself.
Well, now that I've quit my job I'm gonna need to get a new one, and fast. Even though there is an alternative other than paying rent. I'd rather not stoop that low just yet. The landlord is a sleeze in the nicest words possible, don't want to pay rent, then 'pleasure' him. I know it's horrible, he told me about it the first time my rent was payed late. I never made that mistake again.
Which means I really need to get a job, I would never go as far as having sex for money butttttt thinking about it, strippers don't need to have sex for money, and they get a load of cash too. It's probably a stupid decision but it could work.
I rushed to the mirror to study my figure. My boobs are about a B cup but my a$$ is an all natural winner, getting bored and doing squats sure pays off after a while. I rush to the shower and wash my sorry self everywhere.
I left my hair to dry naturally into tight ringlets and put on a nude bralette with a high waisted blue pair of skinny jeans that complimented my figure. I shoved on my denim jacket and grabbed my purse, slipping on a pair of heels. I stopped by my mirror and put on some lip gloss and mascara, keeping it basic.
In the excitement of it all I locked my door smiling to myself.
"Uh, Casey?" A familiar deep voice echoed in the stair well.
Just the distraction I need right now, especially when I'm trying to get my life back on track. Like oh my f*ck Jamie, I need to go go go to 'jack of spades' like right now.
I sighed and turned round with a scowl.
"what'd you want Jamie" I folded my arms.
"Watch how you speak to me" he growled back. I huffed and spun around about to begin my descent upon the stairs when he spoke again.
"Wait Casey, I'm sorry" his voice softened and I decided to listen.
"Look I have to go to try and get a job interview so walk and talk?" I suggested. He smiled and came down the stairs after me.
