Paybacks Are A Bitch! Chapter 3

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Honey had been working at the Pussy Cat Club for Mr. Sarantos for a little over a year when one day, Honey and Charles were sitting down to breakfast. It was a fairly ordinary day; the weather was nice, Charles was getting ready for another day of work, and Honey would soon be headed to the club to start her shift.She had been able to keep her “second life” under wraps and Charles had no idea his wife was a stripper. The landscaping business had kept him pretty busy and even though work had picked up thankfully, he still worked hard at getting back to where his business was prior to the downturn in the economy.Mr. Sarantos didn’t mention anything more about the loan, especially since Honey and Charles had been able to start making regular payments again. He kept Honey’s stripping and extra payments to himself for Honey’s sake and because he wanted Angel to keep on working for him. He was looking forward to the day when their loan would be paid off and the money she was giving him would become additional profit instead of a loan repayment. Things should have been running smoothly again for them. But Charles had found out something and wanted to discuss it.”Honey, you remember Steve Jackson… of Jackson Properties? We did some work for them a couple of years ago and now we have a contract for upkeep on his apartment complex.””Yes, I remember.””Well, he came by the office today for a visit. He is putting in a second phase to his properties and wanted to talk about landscaping the new place. Anyway, after we talked he was getting ready to leave when he said something very curious. He said ‘That girl of yours is quite a dancer! She has some very sexy moves!’ Obviously, I found this statement puzzling, and I wanted to see if you could shed some light on his words.”Honey dropped the plate of bacon, eggs, and toast she had made for his breakfast and fell into her seat. “Oh Charles, Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry! Please, I am so, so sorry!” she said, her eyes wide in horror.”Well suppose we start by you telling me what you are sorry for. And tell me everything Honey,” he said. She saw the serious, no-nonsense look in his face and knew she had to come clean.”Okay, Charles, I will tell you everything. You remember last year when things were really tight financially and we were having trouble meeting our bills? “We were afraid we weren’t going to be able to keep the business and we went to see Mr. Sarantos for a loan because the banks wouldn’t güvenilir bahis help us.””Yes, I remember.””Well we started having trouble paying the loan off too and we didn’t know what to do. I was afraid if we didn’t make the payment, he might send some guys over to…””What did you do honey?” he said point-blank.”I went to see Mr. Sarantos. I know you told me not to but I was scared for you. I didn’t want anything to happen to you!””You what? I told you that I would handle things. I told you he was not someone to be messed with!” he said.”I know, I know. But like I said I was scared for you,” she said, her head hung low.”So you went to see Mr. Sarantos. What happened then?””Well, we talked and we reached an arrangement on how to pay the loan back.””Oh? I have been paying the loan every month at the same old rate… what kind of an arrangement are you talking about?””Well, I… I agreed to… to start working for him.” “You WHAT?” he said, suddenly standing up.”I agreed to start working for him. It was his idea. He said that we couldn’t make the payments as things were, and so he suggested that I come to work for him. That way I could work off part of the payment each month and get some money for our budget as well. “It was the only way to keep him from sending his boys to see you. I couldn’t let them hurt you, sweetheart. “As Mr. Sarantos said if we couldn’t make the bills with you working, how would we make them with you hurt and unable to work? Plus the hospital bills we would have gotten had his men beat you up!”Charles got over the initial shock and sat down trying to keep calm. “So what do you do for Mr. Sarantos?” he asked, expecting her to tell him she was his secretary or something.”I work… at the Pussy Cat Club,” she said timidly.”The Pussy Cat Club?””Yes… as a dancer… a stripper,” she said softly, almost whispering the words.Charles sat there stunned, a blank look on his face, his eyes locked on hers. He had no words he couldn’t have said them if he did. He had gone completely numb and vacant.”Please Charles, say something,” “I have to go to work. I have to go,” he finally said. He got up and despite her frantic pleas to come back and talk he picked up his bag and headed to work. Honey fell onto the couch, crying inconsolably.After she’d had a good cry and was all cried out, she got up and started getting ready for work. She didn’t know how she was going to get through the shift. The last thing on earth she güvenilir bahis siteleri felt like doing right now was putting on a sexy show for strange men. But she had to go to work and do her best so she could earn the money to pay Mr. Sarantos.She went into the bathroom and put a cold washrag on her eyes–they had gotten red from her crying and bloodshot eyes are not a good look for a stripper! After she had reduced the redness and puffiness of her eyes she went ahead and got ready for work.”Where have you been, Angel! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up today!” Candy said as Angel came in the back door of the club.”Oh Candy!” she said almost starting to cry again upon seeing her friend.”Oh my God, what’s wrong sweetie?” she said, helping Angel to sit down on a handy bench.”Oh Candy, it’s awful! Charles has found out I work here and he is beyond livid! He stormed out of the house without any breakfast and without even talking about this. He didn’t even kiss me goodbye and he has never in all the years we’ve been married ever not kissed me goodbye!” Angel said her face in her hands.”How did he find out?” Candy asked.”Apparently one of our companies long-time customers said something. He must have come in the club, saw me dancing on stage, and then commented to Charles how good I was! Oh, I knew this was a mistake from the very beginning! What am I going to do, Candy? I can’t live without Charles!” she sobbed.”Listen, hon, you go home. You don’t need to be here working in your condition and you wouldn’t be any good if you did. I will smooth things over with Mr. Sarantos–I know how to handle him. You go home and try to figure out how you can convince your husband that you were doing this for him… to help him,” Candy said.”O-okay. Thank you, Candy,” Angel said.”Let me know if you need anything. Or if you want me to help you talk to Charles. I can tell him about me and David and how we handled it,” Candy said.Honey left the club and headed home. She didn’t have to rush this time, Charles wouldn’t be home for hours yet… if he came home at all.Honey puttered around the house aimlessly that day unable to concentrate on her cleaning or anything else. She just kept moving from one project or task to another not completing any of them. Her mind was whirling with all sorts of ideas, what-ifs, and imaginations of possible outcomes of this. She had no idea what Charles was thinking, if she was headed for a divorce, iddaa siteleri or if they could work this out. She had really messed up by going to talk to Mr. Sarantos in the first place but to agree to go to work as a stripper… as a whore, was another matter altogether. Charles didn’t even know about her having sex with other men and he was already pissed off. When he finds out that the VIP room is part of her job… she shuddered at the thought and tried to push it from her head.After what had undoubtedly been one of the longest and most trying days of her life, it was getting close to the time when Charles would usually come home from work. Honey hadn’t eaten anything all day, having dropped breakfast on the floor this morning and then not wanting to eat lunch. She sat on the sofa directly across the living room from the front door anxiously waiting to see him come in. She already had her speech planned out what she was going to say and do, starting with running into his arms and apologizing profusely.Charles almost always came through the front door between 5:30 and 5:45 every evening. If he was any later than that, he would call and tell her he would be late or that the traffic was bad on the way home so she wouldn’t worry. And since there was no phone call that evening, she expected him home at any moment.But 5:45 came, then 6:00, and 6:15, and still no word from him. She began to get really worried. He had never come home this late without telling her and her mind was racing with all sorts of possibilities–none of which were good ones. What if he didn’t come home? Had she done something so grievous that he couldn’t or wouldn’t forgive her? Had she blown their twelve-year marriage? Honey was beside herself with worry and fear when, at 6:30, she heard the sound of his car pulling into the driveway. She waited, trembling, as she saw him walk up the sidewalk through the semi-sheer curtains and she heard his key in the lock of the front door. At last, the door swung open and she saw her beloved Charles standing in the doorway. She jumped up from the sofa and even though the living room was fairly large, she managed to cross it in two bounds.But then Charles put his hand up. “Stop right there. You and I need to talk, Honey.” She stopped dead in her tracks. The hurt look in her face would have ordinarily killed him, but this was something he couldn’t allow his emotions to run roughshod over. He had to maintain control… he had to get what he wanted to say out and not fall victim to her tears and pouty face.”Sit down,” he said, pointing to one of the dining room chairs. Obediently, she took the seat he indicated and then he took a seat across the table from her.

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