shannondreams
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It had been a bad day. The alarm hadn't gone off, so she'd woken up to find the movers at her door. There were five guys and she was in a tanktop and panties when she cracked the door open to see who it was. They'd come in and found her half-naked, and even though they were polite enough to wait while she threw on a pair of jeans and a bra, there was no mistaking the looks they were giving her as they loaded everything she owned into a truck. The worst thing was seeing how little room everything she owned took.
Most of the stuff in the apartment belonged to Dave, and as pissed as she was at him, she wasn't going to rob him. For a year, things had been great with them, he made ridiculous money in finance, and she didn't have to work. He told her he just wanted her to relax and enjoy herself, and how could she resist? In the last month, though, things had gotten strange. He always worked a lot, but now he was working even more, coming home to sleep and shower. Instead of wanting sex almost every day, he stopped wanting it at all.
Yesterday, she had followed him on his lunch break to a motel. The same motel they met at when he was still living with his previous girlfriend. The blonde who opened the door for him was already stripped down to heels and a g string, just the way he liked. Shannon hadn't wanted to stay to see what would happen next. She'd just called the movers and rented a cheap, furnished apartment across town.
As the guys unloaded her stuff into her new place, she tried to ignore the looks and the remarks. They were men, being men, and she knew she had the kind of body that men liked. That was why Dave had picked her, after all. When everything was done, she handed the leader her credit card. He swiped it through the machine, and a moment later, he shook his head.
"Declined."
"That can't be right," she said. But it was. And so was the other one. She called her bank, panicking. All of her accounts had been frozen this morning. Dave must have known what she was planning, and decided to punish her for trying to sneak away. It was just the kind of thing he would do.
"Uh...." She turned to look at the movers, who were watching her. "So, there seems to be a little problem. I don't suppose you can send me a bill until I get this sorted out?" She sighed. The last thing she needed was to have this hanging over her head as she tried to start a new life, but what else could she do?
It had been a bad day. The alarm hadn't gone off, so she'd woken up to find the movers at her door. There were five guys and she was in a tanktop and panties when she cracked the door open to see who it was. They'd come in and found her half-naked, and even though they were polite enough to wait while she threw on a pair of jeans and a bra, there was no mistaking the looks they were giving her as they loaded everything she owned into a truck. The worst thing was seeing how little room everything she owned took.
Most of the stuff in the apartment belonged to Dave, and as pissed as she was at him, she wasn't going to rob him. For a year, things had been great with them, he made ridiculous money in finance, and she didn't have to work. He told her he just wanted her to relax and enjoy herself, and how could she resist? In the last month, though, things had gotten strange. He always worked a lot, but now he was working even more, coming home to sleep and shower. Instead of wanting sex almost every day, he stopped wanting it at all.
Yesterday, she had followed him on his lunch break to a motel. The same motel they met at when he was still living with his previous girlfriend. The blonde who opened the door for him was already stripped down to heels and a g string, just the way he liked. Shannon hadn't wanted to stay to see what would happen next. She'd just called the movers and rented a cheap, furnished apartment across town.
As the guys unloaded her stuff into her new place, she tried to ignore the looks and the remarks. They were men, being men, and she knew she had the kind of body that men liked. That was why Dave had picked her, after all. When everything was done, she handed the leader her credit card. He swiped it through the machine, and a moment later, he shook his head.
"Declined."
"That can't be right," she said. But it was. And so was the other one. She called her bank, panicking. All of her accounts had been frozen this morning. Dave must have known what she was planning, and decided to punish her for trying to sneak away. It was just the kind of thing he would do.
"Uh...." She turned to look at the movers, who were watching her. "So, there seems to be a little problem. I don't suppose you can send me a bill until I get this sorted out?" She sighed. The last thing she needed was to have this hanging over her head as she tried to start a new life, but what else could she do?