- My dears, each of you will be in your shared dorms during the week, you will be graced with excellent quality food, you will be rewarded, in addition to the money in your accounts, then, you will be directed as personal assistants to each of your Sugar daddy’s. - Poison said.
- You will receive a tablet with the details of your companions who will call you.
- They will have a smartphone that will have the numbers they need; the contracts will forward them to their own contractors.
- My agency and I will receive a royalty of 50% of the earnings. – Poison said.
- If anything happens, even the slightest, you are not obliged to be raped if you don't want to, so report it and you will be relocated to the next Sugar Daddy. – Poison said.
- The clothes they will wear are selected by closet and name each week.
- Your weekends will be yours. – She said.
At that time, women got dressed, they wore their clothes that hid more than they thought they would need to hide, stylish dresses, with a
With this honest communication, mutual respect, and constant reassessment of their boundaries, he would promise to support Serena not only financially, but also emotionally as she navigated her college journey and her mother's illness.
So, there's a badge, plus documents that Serena used so she could be met by a private car in the underground parking lot.
She would start that Monday morning, being received by Eric at the restaurant that was in a luxury hotel in the business district of the city where she saw that he was a businessman.
The man was wearing an expensive Armani suit, in which he waited for her at the table, standing up and kissing her hands to welcome her, as they sat at the table to begin the conversation.
Soon she wouldn't leave there, less than a virgin, she was more than interested in maintaining a complicated life, after all it was Christmas, she would give the man the gift, the best Christmas of her life.
Next year.
In the city.
End of the school year, a few weeks until Christmas.
In another part of the city.
On Lovecraft's Campus.
It was snowing that day, cold, sad and totally desperate, as every moment in the life of a debtor should be.
We all had dreams, a paved path, yet she didn't have the means to pay for college, let alone the money to stay in that dorm for another month.
Even so, each person would have a problem to solve, her life was not good, she did not come from a rich family, she stayed in the depressed rain for longer than she could imagine.
So, being here was my life's goal, and the fact that I was sitting on my bed in my room on campus looking at this report card just proved the opposite of everything I had worked for.
What do you mean? Where did all that money go?
Even though she didn't have time to work, because she had no experience.
At that time, that campus wasn't that attractive, everything sweet went sour.
I fought the battle of stopping my tears from falling, without thinking about crying it wouldn't solve my problems, crying.
Since this wouldn't pay the monthly fee, even though all I wanted at that moment was to lie down in the foetal position and cry copiously, could I allow myself to be a child?
She had nothing left to turn to.
Sometimes I just wanted to go back to being a child who threw a tantrum over candy.
Even if there were no more sweets, she was no longer a child, but a woman, a woman with problems.
Even though she tried to raise her head, now, she was lost.
Come on, Melania, let's not be weak, let's find a way, she thought.
However, all that came to my mind was: how am I going to pay this monthly fee?
Based on my calculations, I would be able to get the money together and save some money for my second year of college.
Still, I wouldn't have the money for the next two years, but living in a foreign country, with a 50% scholarship, without being able to work.
Even though I had to dedicate myself solely to my studies, I thought I was capable of working illegally and saving up money for the tuition fees, but nothing was as easy as I thought.
I couldn't, a tear rolled down my face.
My childhood dream, increasingly distant, I didn't want to go back to Turkey, I wanted to be the pride of my parents, to graduate in Philosophy from NYU, but the dream was slipping through my fingers, like water, which I tried to catch and only escaped.
Even though I was working illegally in the restaurant across from the college, since my visa didn't allow me to work, only to attend college, I didn't get the full amount.
That was a very high cost to save for a month and I still needed to dedicate myself to my studies, so sleeping has become a luxury item.
I couldn't afford to ask my parents for the money, they didn't have any, especially if I had to convert the Turkish currency into dollars.
Now, I know that my parents didn't even know that I was struggling, in their minds the money I saved until I was 19 to come to Lovecraft County would be enough.
I know that studying in Lovecraft County It met all my needs, but it wasn't. I always knew that what I had would last for the first two years. I was foolish, I thought I would be able to live like that. I wasted money when I should have saved it.
The college provided me with all the housing on campus, but I had to pay for the other 50%, the food I had to eat, the materials I had to buy, I got a very competitive spot, I always had the best grades, I still had them, but how could I keep this dream if I couldn't even control my money?
Someone knocked on the door, and at that moment, she regained her composure, still feeling like trash thrown on the asphalt.
I quickly ran my hand across my eyes, wiping away the tears that were falling, hearing the door lock being opened.
- So, babe, what happened? - The other one said.
When she saw her like that, when I looked up and saw my roommate enter the room and her perfume predominate in the room.
Ivanka saw the paper in my hand, her smile slowly fading.
—        Friend. — She followed beside me, her heels echoing on the floor, her pink leather pants contrasting with her blonde Barbie-style look from the movies.
- So, another subpoena?
—        Yes, and I can't ask for your help anymore — I murmured, holding back my damn tears of despair.
Ivanka helped me with the last monthly payment, she practically forced me to accept the money that according to her father gave her so much that she couldn't even spend it all.
When the girl moaned, At that time, I was feeling horrible, I accepted it, I had no other choice at that moment.
—        Honey, I can pay...
—        Ivanka, no! — I tried to scold, but my voice still didn't come out normal.
—        Well, there's always the possibility of auctioning off your virginity.