Emily had been held in class late because her English professor called her into his office and said she is in jeopardy of losing her scholarship. She had a small scholarship for track and field.
The professor said, “I know your circumstances, Emily but perhaps you should think about a different job, or leave that job because it’s taking up most of your time and you’ve missed most of my lectures.”
“I can pass the final. But there’s no way I can give this job up,” Emily said to her professor.
That job came with free room and board, and where could she find anything comparable to this which would allow her to go to school?
She had moved out of the miserable apartment she shared with an alcoholic father. This was the only job she could get. She had no skills, but she got a maid’s job serving food or drinks.
“You’re late,” the butler said with a coarse grumpy voice. She tried explaining but he put his hand up which meant I don’t want to hear it. “There’s nothing more important than preparing for this party. You know how important it is for Elisabeth to have everything perfect. She’s expecting to become engaged to Mr. Samsa and she doesn’t want anything to spoil it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You need to go up and help dress Miss Elisabeth. She likes you and wants your opinion on what dress she should wear. Then bring yourself back because you’re serving drinks tonight. One of the boys called in sick.”
“I thought you didn’t want women serving?”
“This is an emergency. You know my thoughts on that. As long as you behave yourself and not make a date with any of Elisabeth’s guest, you won’t have a problem with me.”
“Can I go now?” Emily’s voice low and her face didn’t betray her. She couldn’t stand one more day of being made to feel like a second class citizen. She knew her status and she had been poor all her life, but she had gone to college.
Very soon if she could make it through this night, she would be able to get her a job and leave these people behind who looked down on her as if she asked them for something. She worked hard in this house, and never had a friend or boyfriend since high school call on her.
Emily trod up the stairs taking her time. When she reached the second floor she made a left turn and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” When Elisabeth saw Emily she dropped her towel and she stood naked in front of her. Emily turned away in embarrassment.
Elisabeth pranced around as if she thought her body was exceptional. She did have a large pert bosom and she wanted Emily to marvel and compliment her on it, but Emily appeared too shy to even look at her, so she picked up a robe and placed it over her and tied the belt.
“What the hell took you so long, Emily? I wanted your opinion on these dresses.” She pointed to the bed and Emily turned to see the most beautiful expensive dresses in her life.
Walking to the bed, Emily picked up one and passed her hand over it.”
“Yes, it’s silk and it cost a fortune. I’ll give it to you after I’ve worn it a few times. But heaven knows where you’ll wear it,” Elisabeth said before Emily could tell her she had no place to wear something that expensive.
Elisabeth knew when she offered to give the dresses to Emily it was an empty gesture.
“I think that one would look great on you. It goes with your fair skin and blond hair,” Emily said.
“You know we could be sisters if your eyes were blue like mine. Too bad you have green eyes. Men like true blonds. Not strawberry blonds,” she said to Emily who stood looking at her as she dropped her robe and pranced around naked in high heels, before deciding to put on a pair of panties.
“I guess you would know,” Emily said helping her pull up the dress and then zip it.
“Of course you haven’t had the experience with men as I have. You’re a virgin and men say they like virgins, but they really don’t.” Elisabeth’s voice snarky. Her tone condescending.
“I thought you said that you’ve never had sex with Mr. Harper.”
“I haven’t, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve never had sex, silly. You can have plenty of sex and never have them penetrate you. But I guess you don’t know about such things. I guess your father prevented any boys from coming around, that’s why you left. You wanted to have a man fuck you,” Elisabeth said watching at Emily.
Emily cheeks turned rose colored. Her eyes fell downward with embarrassment.
“Yes, I’m right. You want to fuck. Now you’ve told on yourself. If I were you, I wouldn’t wait. It’s better to have a man break your hymen before you’re married than to have to deal with that on your wedding night, it’s so messy.” Elisabeth went on as if she was a teacher and she had been teaching a child to read.
“So you’ve prepared yourself for Mr. Harper. Don’t you think he deserves something better?” Elisabeth stopped and turned and looked at Emily with a raised eyebrow, and a smirk, and a frown on her face.
“No man deserves better than a good fuck when he gets married and that’s what Harper has been begging for, and he will get it after he buys me a mansion and the biggest diamond my friends have ever seen.” And Elisabeth turned around smiling and said, “How do I look?”
“Beautiful.” That’s all she wanted from Emily. To tell her she looked beautiful, and to confirm that she was more attractive than Emily, who had staggering beauty in her own way. Emily stood five feet six and shapely with a small waist and round hips.
If she had the money and clothing Elisabeth had for packaging and presentation, there wouldn’t be half the difference in Elisabeth and Emily because Emily has qualities Elisabeth didn’t have—she was humble, she had courage, and she was a real person. Emily felt she had to be in love with the man she married.
Emily had to feel something for the man she fell in love with. She wanted to be excited when he walked into the room. She wanted to look at him and have him arouse her with one look. She wanted to marry once and stay with him all her days and then some.
Not leave like her mother left her father the minute times got hard.