A night to remember

The job

"Miss Williams, come in, please." Ms. Moore waved a hand at the two chairs facing her desk.

"Have a seat, Amelia." Ms. Moore slid into her modern black leather desk chair and then unbuttoned her dress, revealing her breasts a little.

"Yes. Of course." Amelia sat down. Ms. Moore cleared her throat.

"Well, Miss Williams. I'll cut right to the chase. We're letting you go, I'm afraid. It's nothing to do with you; it's simply that we're streamlining our workflow, and as the newest member of our team...well, your services have not become needed."

"I'm...what. I don't understand ma'am. Just a week ago, I was promised a permanent job if I continued providing great service for our company. I mean, who can argue with that? We've been waiting forever for someone new to come in, and I thought I'd finally be able to show off my skills to the customers-" Amelia began.

Ms. Moore raised her hands in the air, cutting her off. "Don't say another word! Your work here is done. We'll send you your final check. And you'll clear your desk and leave immediately."

"Ma'am, please, I need this job."

"We all do. I suggest you go back to your temp agency and talk to them. Or we can arrange something?" Ms. Moore said, standing up and coming to stand behind Amelia, her hands on her shoulders and trailing to her breasts.

"What is she, gay?" That came out as a murmur. Amelia quickly stood up. "What are you doing?" she asked as Ms. Moore reached around to undo the last button of her dress and pulled her breasts into view. They were larger than Amelia's, which made her feel a little more uncomfortable.

"You've seen me naked before, why not now?" Ms. Moore whispered, her hands moving to Amelia's neckline. Amelia once did see her naked, but that is a story for another day. She could smell Ms. Moore's perfume from behind. Ms. Moore pressed herself against Amelia from behind. Amelia pushed her away and quickly stood up.

"I'll clear my desk immediately."

What the hell just happened?

"I thought you wanted this job," Ms. Moore said behind her, but Amelia was already out of the office. She thought these things happened only with male bosses. But a female boss asking for pleasure, well, that's new. Amelia walked over to her desk and quickly cleared her stuff, threw her bag and coat over her shoulder, and headed out the door.

She drove for twenty minutes until she arrived at her apartment. She parked the car and got inside. She was already two months behind on rent, and she knew what her homeowner would say when she saw her. Amelia had been hoping to avoid eviction and be able to catch up with the past due amount. But that wasn't going to happen now, was it? She had just been fired. So she tiptoed into the building and took the elevator up. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. She kicked off her shoes, dropped her coat on the couch, and then headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down at her dining room table. It was the only thing in the fridge. She didn't even have money to buy groceries. She pulled out her phone and dialed the temp agency. After three rings, an older man answered.

"Hmm, hello," he asked, sounding like he had fallen asleep while eating pizza.

"This is Amelia Williams. I was asking if you've got any available jobs right now."

"Wait a sec," he said. Amelia heard a loud noise like he was falling over, and she assumed he had fallen off his bed. Not only that, but she heard him swear under his breath. She assumed he was still lying on his stomach. After a moment, he replied, "No, I'm sorry. We just don't have anything right now. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"That's alright, sir. I'll call back later," Amelia said and hung up. It felt as if the world had just come down on her.

Beep beep beep. Her phone reported a message. She opened her inbox. It was from Jameson College, reminding her of her brother's tuition fees. She quickly closed her phone and looked over her microwave to be met by so many mails. It's her habit to collect them and put them over the microwave to go through them later. This time she couldn't stop herself and started reading through each one slowly. There were about ten. Most were bills and her brother and sister's tuition fees. One caught her eye; it was from her father, telling her he thinks of donating her mother's clothes, and if she wanted something from them. It's been almost a year since her mother's death, and she hasn't gone home to see her father since the funeral. In fact, she can't bring herself to visit that place; it brings back painful memories. Maybe it's got something to do with how her mother died.

Beep beep....

Her phone reported another message, this time from the bank. It was her last payment. She took one glance at the notification and realized where this money would probably go (Layla and Chris' tuition fees). But it wouldn't hurt just to take 100 bucks and go drown her sorrows. If she stayed in this apartment, she would probably go insane. So she had to get out of there and see where the night took her. It was already six in the evening, so she went to her bedroom to change her clothes. After changing into a pair of black heels and a silver mini-dress, she grabbed her purse and keys also grabbed a few things from the bathroom, and headed out the door, locking it behind her. She got into the Honda, backed out of her parking space, and hit the gas. She left her apartment complex and drove to the nearest bar. As she pulled into the parking lot, she noticed the place was packed as usual. What could you expect? Friday nights were one of her favorite nights of the week. She loved how everyone was there, everyone was having a good time, laughing and smiling and enjoying themselves. She felt lucky enough to be in the minority and didn't have to go home tonight and face the demons of reality.

The bar is called "The Last Resort." It's a local dive bar, popular with tourists and locals who come by on the weekend to relax or enjoy some drinks. Amelia entered and headed towards the bar. There were too many people inside. It was a little dark, and the lights were dim, but she still had to fight her way around the small crowd of people to reach the barstools. Once she reached the bar, she saw a guy sitting on the far end with his head down, staring at his beer. She decided to order herself a drink. She asked Peter to get her a full bottle of strong whiskey. While not a lot of girls enjoyed whiskey, she found it relaxing, especially when she needed it, and the buzz was intoxicating. Peter came back after a few moments carrying a half-empty bottle of whiskey, a couple of glasses filled with ice, two water bottles, and a couple of bottles of beer. She ordered one of the water bottles, and Peter placed them on the counter next to her. She took her drink and drank it fast.

Turning back to the other guy, Amelia saw that he was looking at her again. She stared back at him for a few moments. He was very handsome, with blonde hair, green eyes, pink lips, broad shoulders, long legs, and muscular arms. He had a charming smile and was looking right back at her, smirking slightly, giving her that knowing look. She had never seen this guy before. He was probably not from around here. Another tourist, she guessed. He looked rich, given how he was dressed. He had the most expensive suit she had ever seen and was quite the looker as well. From the looks of it, the rest of him was worth looking at too. She sighed and turned around to face the front of the bar. She really hoped he was leaving soon. He was starting to make her nervous, being watched and scrutinized by this gorgeous specimen across the bar.

The man stood up, but instead of leaving, he came to sit next to her.

"Hey beautiful," he smirked.