Sheila was a young and naive woman. When she left high school she thought that she didn't need college, she didn't need her parents, all she needed was herself. She got a job and got an apartment, ready to lead what she thought was going to be a virtually work-free life. She was completely wrong. Within six months she was going to loan sharks to get money. She spent too much and earned too little. She could barely afford her apartment, let alone her car, clothes, food, and the rest! She'd worked herself in pretty deep with the sharks.
One day she got a phone call from one of the sharks telling her to meet him at a club during the day. She felt weird about it, but knew that if she didn't go there would be major trouble. She dressed in a pale blue top that accentuated her busty chest and wore a white skirt that came to about mid-thigh. It was summer so she wore flipflops and sunglasses. She didn't want to look like a slut, but if she looked attractive maybe he would let her off easy. She pulled her dark brown hair up into a ponytail and drove to the club. It was weird being there during the day, it was obviously empty. She knocked on the door and got no answer, so she pushed it open slowly. "Uh, hello? It's me...Sheila..."
One day she got a phone call from one of the sharks telling her to meet him at a club during the day. She felt weird about it, but knew that if she didn't go there would be major trouble. She dressed in a pale blue top that accentuated her busty chest and wore a white skirt that came to about mid-thigh. It was summer so she wore flipflops and sunglasses. She didn't want to look like a slut, but if she looked attractive maybe he would let her off easy. She pulled her dark brown hair up into a ponytail and drove to the club. It was weird being there during the day, it was obviously empty. She knocked on the door and got no answer, so she pushed it open slowly. "Uh, hello? It's me...Sheila..."