SHE IS MINE

As the evening sky turned darker, in this tranquil suburb, Sandra was dragging her worn suitcase away from the imposing house of Derick. She could not get recent events out of her mind and this sting was too heavy on her heart. She lost her culinary job, which she loved. It isn't my fault they find me sexy. He wanted to claim her as his own, but his wife found out, and of course, he turned the story around, placing the blame on her for it.

Being the cook and third party, the wife was on her husband's side, and they threw her out of the house with nothing more than the clothes she had and the one she was wearing, no compensation pay. His last words to her as she packed her things in tears were,

None of this would have happened if only you let me have you." The evil parting words of Robert resounded in her ears.

Over the years, Sandra realizes and finds herself viewing it, most men making her feel she is being sold. They all wanted the same thing: for her to feel that she belonged to them; this disgusted her. She had nowhere to go since being their cook meant she was living with them and wasn't worrying about seeking accommodation.

Sandra walked aimlessly on the streets, having no destination in mind and clueless on what to do next. After a few hours, it turned out dark yet she still didn't know where to go, much less sleep over for the night.

Sandra was getting desperate; she took her phone out of her pocket. She had gotten the phone a few months ago. She dialed the only number saved on it, which was Sharon's contact. She had met her while working as a housemaid at her last job. Although Sharon quit the job weeks after Sandra started, they formed a bond, and she gave Sandra her number so they could stay in touch.

She never thought of calling her until today. The phone rang; on hearing Sharon's voice, Sandra felt relieved; tears filled the corners of her eyes.

"Hello Sharon," she voiced out, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Oh my God, Sandra, is that you?" Sharon asked, her voice impatient and full of concern.

"Yeah, it's me. I need your help, I am stranded. Can you please come pick me up," she pleaded, tears now flowing freely.

"Sure, of course, I will come there now. Tell me where you are, I will be there right away," her voice sounded like a caring mother.

Sandra smiled and quickly sent her the address. She sat at a point on the roadside, shivering in the harsh cold as she waited for Sharon.

A few minutes later, she heard the distant sound of a car coming. She saw Sharon inside, opened the door, and got in right away as she felt thankful. While driving, Sandra drove deep in thought, "The last time I checked, Sharon was working as a maid with me; it is nearly impossible for her to afford a car," she said to herself.

"It's all right, I'm here now," she soothed and rubbed her shoulders tenderly.

Gently turning the wheel, Sharon drove her far from the approaching darkness of insecurity. She was surprised when Sharon took her to her new home, a mini-mansion. Surprised how she got it, Sandra's heart hesitated between desperation and aggressive need to survive as she explained her proposition.

"What!" she exclaimed after she laid out her plan.

"Sandra, you need money just this once," she implored with a voice carrying the weight of understanding born from her trials. "You don't need to do it over and over again. Just have sex with this man. Once he is asleep, take as much money as you can, and that is it," she said.

Your suggestion now is nothing but stealing" she said looking angrily

"No I am saying you use what you have and get what you want, Sandra it is just this one time I promise" she explained

Sandra thought for a second. "Okay," she said looking confused

"Okay, I was going to have this guy for the night but since you need the money, I will let you and afterward you can go away," she said

Sandra nodded her head still unsure of what she was about to do. Sharon opened her purse and gave her a card.

"Derick Liam! Sandra exclaimed

"Yeah, that is his name, and here is his picture." She showed her a picture of him on her phone, and it got stuck into Sandra's head.

"Okay, I will do it. Just this one time, no strings attached right?" she asked for confirmation.

"Definitely." she smiled

The image of the man she would be having sex with within the next hour remained in her head: his dark eyes, his strong figure. Sharon has already lost her virginity so sex wasn't a big deal to her. She was desperate and she just had to do this. Still, she didn't feel good to do it with a total stranger and again to steal from him. Sharon told her that all her clients were rich, so they wouldn't notice a few currencies that they would take from them.

Sandra was shaking seriously, and her palms were sweaty. Sharon applied little makeup for her; the gown she wore barely reached her knees. She didn't wear a bra so her breasts would be very obvious and on full display with the opening of her cleavage.

When she finally got to the hotel, she silently made a very humorous prayer, saying, "God, please don't make me regret this, and most especially, God, please don't let me get caught in the act." Sandra was so scared of what she was getting into.

The door creaked open, and the room wasn't well brightened up; she could barely see his face. Sharon explained what she had to do: "Make him cum first so you would have enough time to carry out your plans and do what you wanted to do."

Sandra sat waiting on the bed for him to say hi to her; Derick walked slowly to where she sat on the bed, pulling her up by her arm. Immediately, her heart started racing very fast, and her palms all became sweaty.