Slice of Life

Author's Note: This is the first draft of Slice of Life that I wrote years ago. This story doesn't have the editing that it deserves, but I hope that eventually in the future, she'll get the full treatment editing service.

“Thank you so much for visiting Elite San Antonio, and I hope your experience with us was pleasurable. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Porter,” Arianna said with a tight smile on her face.

She had worked a double that day, and her dogs were barking, courtesy of her Chanel patent leather pumps. Normally, Arianna wouldn’t have dreamed of purchasing something so expensive, but a coworker put her on a luxury consignment website with reasonable prices on luxury name-brand clothing and shoes. The plus side was that Arianna could pay in monthly installments, saving her from pinching pennies at the end of the month.

Elite San Antonio was a state-of-the-art country club new to the city, and everyone fortunate enough to be a member had deep pockets, power, and an ego the size of the state of Texas. Coincidentally, the owner expected the staff to look the part as well.

“Thank you, Arianna. As usual, your service was wonderful,” Mr. Porter grinned, offering his hand.

“You’re very welcome. Will I see you and Mrs. Porter next week, same time?” Arianna asked, accepting his hand.

“Of course, dear, at our usual time. Take care, Arianna.”

“Good night, Mrs. Porter. Please don’t forget about yoga tomorrow at 9:00 AM with Mrs. Hendricks and Mrs. Murphy,” Arianna reminded her.

“Thank you so much for the reminder. I’ll be here!”

Arianna finished saying her polite farewells and collapsed in her chair as soon as the couple exited through the rustically crafted arched double doors. Arianna looked into the palm of her hand and was thrilled at the sight of the crisp but folded $50.00 bill that Mr. Porter blessed

her with. Her nose wrinkled in disgust when she noticed he also left a little note inside the folded bill to call him.

Fielding the ongoing advances of their members was the only downfall of Arianna’s job as a receptionist. She was also sometimes expected to act as a personal concierge even though it wasn’t in her job description. Arianna was hit on from the time she arrived in the morning until she called it a day and was safely in her vehicle. There was only one case where a member went too far. He was drunk, overly vulgar, and groped her before being escorted out. A part of Arianna felt disgusted and violated by his behavior, but he apologized the next day and gave her a check for $5,000.00 to show he was “sincere.”

Arianna was quick to accept the check and informed him all was forgiven. Arianna didn’t mind accepting his payoff as long as her lights remained on and she still had a place to rest her head at night. The money also made an excellent contribution to her college fund. If Arianna was candid, she hoped it would happen again so that she could get another check. Arianna wasn’t a whore, but she also wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Arianna wished she could say it was only the men in love with the cocoa, but she was approached by many women who wanted to engage in a dalliance or desired to have a threesome with her and their husbands. Arianna, of course, turned them down; however, she couldn’t turn

down Mrs. Klein, who requested a massage. That massage came with a $1,000.00 tip, and Arianna wasn’t required to scissor or eat her pussy. That was a win in her book.

Arianna recently graduated from high school and had plans to attend college. She relied on the college fund her deceased grandparents left to get her through the next four years. She was accepted to a decent school and was assigned a roommate. Arianna purchased a new laptop and

other supplies and couldn’t wait until she started the next chapter of her life.

It wasn’t until the week before school started that her parents called her into the living room and confessed they spent her entire college fund on trips to Louisiana for expensive gambling excursions. There were no words to express how betrayed Arianna felt by the two people that were supposed to love and care for her. If she couldn’t trust her own parents to have her back, then who could she trust?

Arianna cried that night as she logged into the school’s website, dropped all her classes, and unenrolled herself. She emailed her roommate to let her know that something had come up and she wouldn’t be joining her for the year. Arianna was at least grateful she had decided to hold off on purchasing her textbooks just in case she found them in the school’s library. One less thing she had to worry about.

Arianna was disgusted by her parents’ selfishness and refused to stay under their roof another day. The next day, she scraped up the last bit of her funds she had saved from a part-time job and found a lovely studio apartment to rent at a reasonable price, all bills included. The only issue was that her part-time job at the local bookstore wouldn’t pay the rent. Arianna had a month to find a job, or she would be out on her ass.

It didn’t take Arianna long to stumble upon the online ad for the receptionist position at Elite SA. Arianna immediately beefed up her resume and submitted the application. She was surprised to receive a call back that very day requesting she come in for a job interview the following day.

Arianna accepted and then gasped in horror once she realized she didn’t know what to wear for her interview. Arianna had never been to a country club before, but she’d heard enough to know that something sleek, stylish, and professional would be preferred.

Arianna dressed in a black sheath dress with long mesh sleeves that cuffed at the wrist for her interview. She paired her outfit with a pair of black pumps and diamond studs. Arianna arrived for her interview twenty minutes early and was floored by the rows of expensive luxury cars parked in the compound.

Arianna’s parents were bastards for spending her college fund, but at least she had a decent car. Her 2017 Honda Civic was still a hoopty compared to the Bentley she parked by, but it could’ve been worse.