"Indecent Proposal"

[JustABadBoy]

"Indecent Proposal"​

Keith slammed the calculator down on the table and let loose with a profanity. He drew a deep breath, holding it, trying to regain his composure. He failed, standing and, with a sweeping motion, sending all of the household bills -- most with red overdue stamps on them -- across the kitchen.

He stormed out of the kitchen on onto the back porch, where he let loose with another profanity. Then, despite telling himself that he wouldn't, he began sobbing.

We're gonna lose it all, he told himself, scanning the spacious back yard of the beautiful suburban home. To his left, he saw the boat; three payments late. To his right, the twin ATVs, sitting on the trailer with the dune buggy; four payments late, each. And of course, all around him, the home his now-gone parents had left him; sixteen payments late.

The only asset he had in his life that wasn't in the red was lying in a lounge chair out by the pool, catching rays, totally unaware of the financial situation that he'd gotten them in via some very risky investments that didn't pan out.

She was sitting up in the chair, her ear plugs now out and in her hands, staring at him with a look of concern he hated seeing on her pretty face. Did she hear you cuss? he wondered. He hoped not; he only used profanities when things were really bad.

He feigned a smile, giving her a friendly wave and gesturing her to go back to her sun bathing. He called out, "Bee, sweetheart. It was just a bee, no biggie."

As she laid back, still eying him, he tried to figure out how he was going to tell her that they were going to be moving in with her parents if they didn't find money soon ... lots of money ... very soon.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Laura was enjoying her afternoon, laying by the pool and working on her tan. She had her iPod on, but not very high, and was jamming to some old school 80's rock, which for some reason she was greatly enjoying lately.

She was flipping through the latest edition of Cosmopolitan, her guilty pleasure, and was learning how to make her skin "glow" along with some kinky sex tips. As if she'd ever have the nerve to try any of them; she liked to imagine though.

She was startled when she Keith's screaming as he stormed outside. She pulled her ear plugs out and sat up from her chair to ask what was wrong, but he answered before the words left her mouth.

"Bee, sweetheart. It was just a bee, no biggie."

She rolled her eyes beneath her sunglasses, knowing that is wasn't just a bee. Her music was not loud enough to drown out the profanities leaving Keith's mouth. He never cursed, and Laura knew that when he did, things were serious.

I'll ask him about later, now probably isn't the best time she thought to herself. Keith wasn't always the easiest person to talk about problems with, Laura knew that. But he seemed stress more often than not lately, and she had to figure out why.


[OOC=Replying from my phone, will add picture with the next post]

 

[JustABadBoy]

The Next Evening:



Keith cringed as he looked down at the bill. Eighty-four dollars...? It wasn't even that good a meal! He looked to Laura, smiling over the top of the beautiful floral display. "Nice restaurant, isn't it Sugar?"

As she responded, he pretended to be looking around the Four-Star restaurant at the beautiful decorations and vast array of desserts at the buffet and everything else that made people spend, with tip, a hundred bucks on something they could have cooked at home for ten. But he didn't care about all of the glitz; he was looking for someone in particular, someone who was late, someone who was going to leave Keith in a bind if they didn't show up soon because he simply didn't have a hundred dollars on either of the credit cards in his wallet.

He realized Laura had asked him a question and snapped out of his worried little world to ask, "What's that, Sugar?"

Before she could finishing repeating her question, he saw the man he was looking for. He lifted a finger in a wait one gesture; he used it often, usually when she was about to start chatting with him at home and he was deep into some dramatic movie or was waiting for a comedian's punch line to a joke. He always tried to be respective in the use of what she called giving her the finger, but he knew that it annoyed her all the same.

"Listen, Sugar," he was telling her, already sliding out of the booth. "There's someone here I just have to talk to. A client, from work. I, uh... I've been trying to land his account for sometime and I really need to talk to this guy, so ... order some dessert."

Before she could get more than a few words out, he was gone, heading across the restaurant. He slowed as he headed up several steps into the more exclusive seating area of the restaurant. A burly man in a full suit, standing in a pose Keith immediately thought of as gangster movie-ish, took a half step out before Keith.

Beyond the man, Keith's intended target called out in a heavy Eastern European accent, "He's good. Let'im by."

The big man stepped aside, his eyes never leaving Keith as he continued to the corner booth. Keith nodded to the familiar face at the table and said softly, "Thanks for coming, Alexei. I appreciate it."

The man gestured Keith to sit. He was hesitant; he and Alexei were supposed to be meeting alone but the man had brought a friend along. Keith needed to secure some more short term funding; how was he supposed to ask his bookie and loan shark for a five figure sum with a stranger sitting in on the meeting?

But Alexei gestured Keith -- this time impatiently -- to sit with them and introduced the men. "Keith, this is Mark Jacobson. Mark, this is Keith Parker, the gentlemen I told you about."

As the man reached a hand out to him, Keith shot Alexei a hard look. The gentlemen I told you about...? Keith shook hands with the man and exchanged polite greetings, even suggesting a specific appetizer, saying it was particularly good here.

"Yes, I know," Mark said, politely. "I'm ... familiar with the Chef."

Alexei smiled and informed Keith, "Mister Jacobs owns the restaurant."

"Oh," Keith said, surprised. He couldn't have known, of course; he and Laura had been barely able to afford dining like this in their better years, let alone now when he was about to lose everything they had. Keith complimented the man on his dining establishment, and they chatted for a bit about the restaurant and investing industries -- their respective career areas -- before Alexei finally waved a hand impatiently and got to the chase.

"Mister Parker is in need of some off-the-books financing but has no collateral," the loan shark said to Mark bluntly. The man then looked to Keith, whose face was rapidly going white. "And Mister Jacobs has--" Alexei's mouth widened in a knowing, devilish smirk. "--a favor he'd like to ask of you and your wife."

Keith's eyes widened at the mention of his wife. He looked back into the restaurant and found her still at the table, ordering dessert as he'd told her to, a dessert that, as with the meal, he couldn't afford to buy her. He looked back to the two men, saying in a low, concerned tone, "Laura doesn't know anything about this. She thinks were just fine. A little in debt, but just fine. She can't know--"

Alexei cut in with several growled words in what ever his native language was, then said, "You may not have much of a choice, Keith. You lost all of your money because you gambled on bad investments. Then you gambled, literally, racking up enough credit card debt to choke a moose. Then--" Alexei chuckled. "Then, you got really stupid and came to me for a loan, and lost it at the track."

Alexei gave Keith a moment to consider his situation, then asked, "So, do we do this the hard way ... or the easy way?"

Keith looked from the loan shark to the restaurant owner. Mark Jacobs was still sitting there with the same friendly expression he'd been wearing when Keith arrived at the table; Alexei's rant hadn't affected him at all, which told Keith that the obviously-well-to-do man already knew all the tragic details.

"The hard way would mean...?" Keith asked, trying to feign a playful smile, but instead simply looking scared.

"I take your home, car, boat ... those, uh, little cars you run around on the sand dunes with ... your dog ... everything." Alexei smiled. "And that's just for the interest."

Keith realized his hands were trembling. He lowered them to below the table, wringing them together, desperate to stop the shaking. "And the easy way...?"

Alexei smiled even broader, then looked to Mark, who sat up a bit higher in his seat, sipped at his wine, then looked past Keith for a long moment.

When he finally realized where the man's gaze was set, Keith turned quickly to look back at Laura. She was sitting at the edge of her seat, the lower hem of her dressed pulled up a bit as she adjusted the garter snap at the top of the stockings Keith had bought her a few months back for their fifth wedding anniversary.

Laura had the longest, most luscious legs -- always had -- and they, along with her firm, round ass, had been the first things about her that Keith had admired oh so long ago -- but only because she was facing away from him at the time and her equally-firm, plentiful breasts had been out of his view.

And while he himself loved staring at his wife -- particularly when she was out behind the house, in the sun, tanning, sometimes partially or fully nude -- Keith wasn't particularly keen on the way this restauranteur was currently staring at Laura.

Keith looked back to Mark and asked, fearing the answer, "Mister Jacobs ... what exactly ... is the easy way?"

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

"Yes, it is a beautiful place honey," Laura responded as she took another sip of her wine. It was quiet for a moment and she decided now would be a proper time to ask Kieth what had him so upset yesterday.

"Honey, what were you so angry about yesterday? I know you weren't telling me the truth." It wasn't a darn bee that had had Keith so worked up. She may act it sometimes, but Laura was not oblivious to their financial problems. She knew they were worse than Keith let on, he didn't want her to worry. But she had no idea how bad they truly were.

What's that Sugar? he asked, obviously ignoring her the first time.

"I said -" she was cut off by Kieth giving her "the finger." Agitated, her foot began tapping, a habit she'd had since she was a kid and still couldn't seem to to get rid of it.

As her husband slid out of the booth rambling on about someone from work, she sighed heavily and plopped and eased her foot tapping. Lately, Keith had been acting like a completely different person. He never paid attention to her anymore, his mind seemed to always be somewhere else. He was constantly working or gone at some type of work event. If Laura hadn't known any better she'd assumed Keith was having an affair, but she knew the man she married better than that. Keith was a good man. Stubborn as hell at times albeit, but he was a good man and Laura knew that he loved her. She'd just wish he'd talk about what was going on with her; she wanted to be there for him, but he wouldn't let her.

She ordered some sort of chocolate cake, she wasn't really sure what is was exactly, but when it arrived she dug right in. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She put her fork down, wanting to save some for Keith once he returned, and annoying pulled at the garter strap pressing against her thigh. When Keith had bought her this she was very surprised, but she loved it. She loved getting dressed up for him, she knew exactly how he liked her to dress. He loved when she had her hair falling freely around her face, and he especially loved anything that showed off her legs, and anything that was easy to take off when they got home.

Their sex life wasn't quite the most wonderful thing in the world; it was hardly kinky, but it wasn't quite as vanilla as the every day old married couple. They both were open to try new things, do it in different places around the house, try new positions, but they'd never done anything too out there. Laura liked it that way. She was more than happy with her sex life with her husband; they loved each other, and every time they kissed their passion for one another was more than obvious.

Laura glanced at the clock on her cell phone, and looked around the restaurant; she didn't see Keith. She was beginning to get annoyed, and if he didn't get back soon and she got antsy enough, she'd get up and go look for him herself.



(OOC: Thought I'd throw in a few extra pictures since that one wasn't the greatest.
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