The Dangers of Self-Employment (Kassy & Alex)

Kassy Walker sat behind the large oak desk in the dimly lit office of the club staring down at the pile of unpaid bills spread out before her. Her hands were pressed against her temples as she tried to rub away the growing headache that was starting to make her eyes throb. She simply didn't know what to do about the situation she found herself in, nor could she make sense of how something so good had turned so bad in such a short period of time.

It was only 6 months ago that all the trouble had started for the 26 year old former bathing suit model. Before then she'd been as happy as a clam in salt water, her life was nothing but peaches and cream and the cherry on top was the magnificent man she'd been married to. His name was Ben and he'd met her on a photo shoot right here in Malibu. Back then she was thin and fit and one of the hottest models on the scene and he was one of the best photographers in the biz. They'd fallen in love and soon married, shortly after finding out how desperately jealous of a man Ben was, he soon made her quit modeling. Instead he'd decided to but a Beach club and the two of them would run the place.

Everything had been great at first, he ran the business and she bartended and acted as eye candy in order to bring in the spring-breakers that filled the bar each season. But Ben loved motorcycles and it was this love of high speeds which ended up spelling disaster for their dream. One night he'd wrecked his sports bike and ended up in a coma. Now as medical bills piled up and the fact that Kassy was not terribly business minded their dream was quickly becoming a nightmare.

She kept their financial woes from the staff, which consisted of several young highschool boys they'd employed but she didn't know how much longer she could keep the facade up. This all being said the worst mistake she'd made was taking a loan from a local mobster in order to keep the doors open. She'd hoped she could pay the loan shark back as soon as the springbreak season started but after another club opened up down the street things weren't looking so good. What she needed now was a way to set her failing establishment apart from the other bars on the street but Kassy was stumped.

Kassy huffed in frustration, but a knock at her door snapped her out of her lamentation. She quickly grabbed the bills and shoved them into a drawer in the desk. "Just a minute..." She called out, trying to hide the wavering in her upset voice and wiped the tears from her eyes, smearing her mascara. "OK...come in."

When the "Come-in" was voicing, two young guys entered Kassy´s office. Instead of directing their attention to the potential new boss right away though, they were continuuing an argue which they had started several minutes ago while waiting.

"Nooooo!" said the taller guy. "If you were able to travel back in time, kill your grandfather, then have sex with your grandmother, you would become your own grandfather. The fact that you are still here though either means time travel is not possible, or you already did this, creating a self-fulfilling paradox, likely countless times. "

"So...what you are saying.." the a bit smaller, but much more muscle guy replied, "...there is the possibility that I nailed my own grandma countless times without even knowing?"

"Well, yeah....wait.....oh man!....", the first guy understood the immature innuendo of it.

But how did it come to this scene?...

Henry was a young guy, approaching his first year of College by the end of summer. He never got to know his father, and his mother worked double shifts as a nurse. They were neither poor nor rich, and all in all he grew up happily. It was soon clear, the Henry was quite clever, always having the best grades. And with that being the favourite target of the usual high-school jocks. He was a bit reserved about himself, yet always kind and helping to others, when they would need.
While he kept himself in shape, Henry was not too much interested in sports, so, with his 6.4 ft height, he looked kinda geeky. Other than that, Henry had short dark hair, and a friendly face.

The almost opposite to this was Michael . He was someone you would range among the "popular guys". While he wasn´t actually stupid, Michael often acted a little dumb, but certainly was fun to have around. His parents were top-earners, so he never had to worry about life-style. Instead, he like to do sports a lot, especially long-distance running and swimming, and do party whenever possible. Oh yeah, and of course flirt with the ladies.

Now, those unlikely two were standing in Kassy´s office, Henry dressed in a formal black trousers and white shirt, with matching shoes, while Michael was wearing a blue jeans, and a simple t-shirt, which did little to hide his abs.

"Hello, I am Henry, Henry Wells. ", someone of them finally greeted her.

"And I´m Michael...Kenmore, ", he said with a much stronger handshake "..but I am a little bit confused. I thought we were to apply for a job in a cool club, yet seeing a beautiful young woman as you, I think we might mistakingly entered a model agency." Michael said, with a light grin.

"Yeah yeah, " Henry added in a so serious and purely analytic tone that it was almost comical, " Although she is indeed very pretty, has absolutely flawless skin and breasts that despite their size are exceptionally firm and well shaped , it might not be too clever to flirt with your future boss right away. "

That all being said, Henry handed her an actual written, and well structured vitae, which mainly sported out his academic skills, despite his still young age. Michael then simply told Kassy that he had occassinally worked at the construction site of an uncle of his, not without sending flirting signals to her though. Nevertheless, his pure presence was proof, that he would not have any problems with physical labour.

In the meantime, when Michale tried to hit Kassy up, Henry´s eyes had already drifted to clearly visible pile of bills on her desk, though he thought it would be a good idea to let her finally come to word at first....