MarieDavisRPs
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"The Good Life"
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If you are female and are interested,
I will edit below to fit a female character.
PLEASE NOTE:
This role play is open to 1 writer,
but to join, you must PM me first.
Don't simply post a reply
and think I'll write with you.
Thanks a bunch.
If you are female and are interested,
I will edit below to fit a female character.
Marie turned her little rusted out 1982 Ford Fiesta into the employees only driveway at the back of the Harden Valley Country Club. Parking in the employees only lot, she looked around for any signs of the very exclusive club's members. She saw none, of course, as the fences and rows of arborvitae were designed to hide the employees only areas from the patrons.
After punching her code in at the employees only entrance of the building, using the employees only stairs to descend to and through the employees only food preparations area, Marie finally arrived at the employees only locker rooms. She changed into her servers uniform, checked her look at the full length mirror near the exit; it was plastered with all sorts of moral-building sayings that were, of course, aimed at pumping up her desire to perform her best not for her benefit but for the benefit of the members. After all, they didn't want their drinks and salads and entrees and desserts and even more drinks being brought to them by some sourpuss minimum wage food services worker.
Marie had been working at HVCC -- what some of her coworkers called the Home of the Victors of Capitalism and Corruption -- for almost eight months; it was part time work to allow the club not to provide benefits, and by dividing the workers into two separate corporate entities, workers were able to work six or sometimes seven days a week for far more than 40 hours without receiving overtime.
Marie had begun in the kitchen scrubbing pots, moved on to clearing tables, and had recently been promoted again to waiting tables. Sometimes, dealing with uppity-ups who thought they were better than 99% of the rest of the country's population, Marie wished she was back scrubbing pans again.
But sometimes, just sometimes, you got to serve someone who didn't look down on you like the trailer park trash that secretly you were, and it was those days that Marie found herself wondering not how many different ways these snobs could just suddenly die or, worse yet, lose their fortune but instead wonder what it would be like to live in their world ... and how she would go about accomplishing that.
With her barely adequate public school education and a total lack of connections in the business world -- her father cut and delivered firewood, her mother worked as a seamstress for a locally owned dry cleaner -- the only asset Marie had that might help to elevate her into the next rung on the ladder of good living was the one many of her older friends and even relatives had used: their bodies.
Marie personally knew at least seven women from her side of the tracks who'd made good by becoming trophy wives or simply mistresses to older, well-to-do types, a couple of them from this very club. She had no interest in becoming some rich guy's whore, though, which was why after a couple of dozen seemingly polite invitations and nearly as many suggestively lewd ones, Marie still hadn't hooked up with any of the single or even married men who spent their afternoons and evenings here with their male friends, rather than at home in their McMansions with their wives and families.
In amongst all these men who stared at her bosom and buttocks as if they were getting ready to bite into them, there was one man for whom Marie had long contemplated scratching out the line between her and what would essentially be prostitution. She'd begun holding ever longer conversations with him about his life, about her life -- about which she lied, of course -- and about the world in general. She'd come to learn from talking to him and other staff that he had been widowed young, that he was currently single despite having an active social life, and that he was just what Marie would want out of a man she gave herself to: rich.
So many times after she'd decided I could give myself to this man, Marie had tried to find a way to make a move without looking like she was a gold digger. She'd finally decided to let him make the first move, and yet he'd never hit on her. Marie had found that odd: almost all of the single men at Harden had, as well as had half of the married ones.
One night while talking and drinking with Josie, her best friend told her, "You have to do something bold. Go for it! The worst thing that can happen is you embarrass yourself by coming across as a gold digging slut."
"And get fired," Marie reminded the other girl. "I need this job."
But Josie had been right. Marie needed to go big or go home; if she got fired, she'd go back to working with her father. It was a dead end job, but then so was her current job.
She began paying more attention to her target, learning more about his habits in relationship to the Club. She'd learned that he had used his influence as a long time Club member to get access to the inside swimming pool before the club was actually open. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning he would get in his swim, go to the outside pool -- if it was a nice day -- and sit for a while in a chaise lounge while listening to the birds sing.
Marie decided to make her move there. It made sense; he would be there, she would be there, and if all went right, no one else would be. But go big or go home kept coming back to her, and she knew that simply walking up to and engaging him in conversation didn't fit the bill. So...
Marie rose up naked from below the surface of the pool, drawing a deep breath that swelled her bared bosom conspicuously. Just as quickly and dramatically as she'd sucked in the air, she let it out in a gasp. Then, she locked eyes with the only other person there.
"So sorry," she said casually, "I thought I was alone."
Marie glanced over her shoulder at the Olympic sized pool, looking back to explain, "I like to get in some laps before the Club opens."
She leaned her upper body forward, balancing on hands pressed flat against the brickwork of the pool as she very acrobatically lifted the lower half of her body upwards. She put her feet on the patio's edge, then rose tall, presenting her full deliciously womanly figure to him.
She was petite, just 5'2 and barely 100 pounds. The water dripping down her body made her appear darker skinned than she actually was. A multitude of brownish-red freckles covered her flawless skin from forehead to toes; the same was true on her backside, from scapula to heels. The water darkened the auburn hair on her head but didn't do the same to hair lower on her body as there was no hair lower on her body.
Walking casually his way with her bare feet slapping softly on the brickwork, she stopped just within reach of him, looked past him to a glass top table, and asked, "Can you hand me my towel?"