Chapter 3 Chapter 3
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Present day ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
“How much money did you make tonight, Adrianna?”
“A little over $400.” I answered, smiling, “What about you?”
“You are lucky, I barely made $100.” The girl pouted.
“Well, Elena, maybe if you invested in a few outfits like I told you to a few months ago, you would have more requests for private dances. More private bookings mean more money.”
“I can’t, the landlord went up on my rent again. If I am lucky I will have $200 to last me the rest of the month.”
“You are still renting from that pig? I thought you were moving out three months ago.”
“I was going to but it fell through. And with my rent going up again, I can’t save enough to afford a deposit and my car payment.” Elena explained, “If I sold my car it would be enough for the deposit and first month's rent, but if I sell my car then I have no way to get here. Both options are bad.”
“How much did he jack your rent up to this time?”
“$700,” She sighed, “Each.”
“$700?! Aren't there four of you renting that place?”
“Yeah.” Elena answered, “At this point I am willing to pay someone $400 just to sleep on a cot in their basement.”
“I don’t have a basement but I do have a pull-out couch. I mean I could use the extra cash and invest that money into more outfits for my private dances and toys for my OnlyFans account. If you bought your own food I would charge you $300.”
“Really?” Elena’s eyes lit up with hope, “Please tell me you are serious.”
“Yes, I am being serious. It would be beneficial to us both. I know that one of my neighbors is moving soon, maybe I can talk to the landlord and you can take their apartment.” I offered, “How much notice do you need to give your pig of a landlord?”
“Two weeks.”
“Go ahead and turn in your two-week notice to him tomorrow. I was allotted a storage unit so just bring a few boxes to my place each day so at the two week mark, you will not have to bring anything over except your essentials.”
“Are you sure that your landlord won’t mind?”
“No, but if it will make you feel better, both of us can meet him tomorrow and explain everything in person. While we are there, you can fill out your paperwork also.”
“Thanks, that would make me feel better.” Elena stated, “So, you have an OnlyFans page?” She asked with a smirk.
“Yes I have an OnlyFans page.”
“How long has that been going on? And how is the pay?”
“I usually make no less than $800 a month. The most I have made is $1500 so far. I have been doing this for four months now.”
“Wow, maybe I should start my own page.”
“You should. I know you enjoy working here, but you do not enjoy the creeps that come in. If you ever get creeps on your channel you can always block them.” I explained.
“So true, so true.”
“What time do you want to come by tomorrow?”
“Seeing how it is 1AM, and I need ten minutes to get home, and another 30 minutes to eat, shower and get in bed, and I require eight hours of sleep. That will bring us to 10 AM. Do you want to meet for breakfast at 11? We can go see him straight after.” She asked.
“Sure, sounds good to me.”
“Are we meeting at your place?”
“Actually there is a diner a block from my apartment that sells the most amazing cheese biscuits. It is stuffed so full of cheese that it is overflowing and running out. But you can have eggs, sausage or bacon added on. You aren’t lactose intolerant are you,? That would be a tragedy if you were, because these biscuits are to die for, I ain’t lactose intolerant but if I was, I would still eat these biscuits. They are worth sitting on the toilet for hours at a time. Like salted caramel ice cream.”
She giggled, “Hahahaha, no I'm not. If you compare these biscuits to salted caramel ice cream then you would be correct in saying that it would be a tragedy.”
“I will commit a felony of salted caramel ice cream, especially the salted caramel cookie dough ice cream.”
“I think we will get along just fine as roommates.”
“Me too. But just so you know, if we are ever robbed and my books or my salted caramel ice cream goes missing, I will commit murder.”
“Duly noted. All I ask is that you do not let me know about it beforehand and that you commit the murder elsewhere so I can claim plausible deniability.”
“That sounds fair.”