One Week Loan

By Bridy McAvoy

Nicole is going to give up on her college dream and drop out. Her grades are fine, but there's one overriding concern - money. She is in tap city, nothing left, nada. Her father lost his job, so she can't turn to her parents, and waitressing jobs aren't going to pay enough - even if she could get one.

The solution proposed by her friend Sammy is both novel and surprising - it's a good job. Nicole isn't a prude or shy. She's going to need every resolve she can muster to spend a week living in a house full of cameras attached to the internet 24/7. Then, of course, there are the DVDs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bridy McAvoy
• Release date: Feb 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224038206

Bridy McAvoy

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography, but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.

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Dedication

To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.

Part I

Nicole looked up from her meagre lunch as someone plopped their tray down opposite her in the cafeteria. Recognising her friend Sammy, she tried a smile, knowing it was weak and would fool no-one, especially not someone who knew her as well as her ex-roomie did.

Hi, Sammy.

Hi, yourself, miserable! What’s up?

Nicole shrugged, and then bit her lip as she could see Sammy staring at her.

No, really, Nikki, what’s up? Don’t you dare tell me nothing. I know you too well.

Sammy’s words uncannily echoed her own thoughts of moments earlier

Noth...

She trailed off, realising she’d been about to brush off her friend’s concern, and Sammy wouldn’t take that for an answer.

What do you thinks’ up? Money.

Ah...

Sammy looked at her frankly.

Short again?

Uh Huh.

How much?

Everything!

Whatya mean, everything?

Nicole bit her lip, and looked down at the out of date limp salad, the only thing she’d been able to afford, and pushed the plate away in disgust.

Sammy picked up her coffee cup from her own tray and passed it across wordlessly.

On me, honey. Now talk to me.

Thanks.

Nicole took a deep breath.

I’m in tap city. Nothing left. Nada. No money for food, no money for books, and the rent’s due the week after spring break, the utilities at the end of the month. I’m screwed. I need a job. But there’s none out there.

What about your folks?

Nicole shook her head violently.

Nah, I’m tapped out there too. Dad lost his job three months ago, they’re on welfare and struggling. I can’t go to them, I just can’t!

Sammy reached out across the table and grabbed Nicole’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking charge. Nicole was close to tears and it was obvious Sammy had noticed this.

When was the last time you ate properly? I mean a meal, not this price-reduced, out-of-date, tasteless crap.

Couple of days ago, I guess.

Eat this. I’m going to get another.

Before Nicole could object, Sammy had pushed the tray in front of her and was moving off in the direction of the server once more. Three minutes later, she was sitting down with an identical tray of burger and fries, with two cups of coffee. She pushed the spare over to Nicole.

Eat it!

There was steel buried in Sammy’s voice, Nicole had heard that tone before.

Thanks.

Her voice sounded small and weak to her, so she cleared her throat and tried again.

I mean it, thanks!

Sammy smiled at her and picked up her own burger. Nicole matched her and the two friends ate in silence for a few minutes while the food disappeared.

So, you’re not going away for spring break then?

Don’t be silly, Sammy. I’m going to have to go back to the flat, pack up, hand in the keys and ditch college.

You bloody well aren’t!

Nicole shrugged.

Don’t see any options.

I can front you a couple of C’s if you want.

Nicole could feel the tears weren’t far away again, so silently shook her head.

Not enough?

No.

How much?

I’m not taking a loan from you Sammy... I couldn’t pay it back.

I didn’t ask that, I asked how much?

About five C’s to clear the rent and the utes, then about another 3 C’s to cover food until my next loan and allowances come through.

So about eight hundred in all?

Yeah.

That’s easy.

What?

Sammy smiled again.

No, I mean it. I think I’ve got the solution for you. I need to make a call, but I think we can pull it off. Smile, girl. I think you’ve got a job for next week – one I know you’ll enjoy.

Sammy’s wicked laugh sent alarm bells ringing in Nicole’s head, but knowing her friend was being deliberately coy, she simply cocked an eyebrow at her.

You remember, last fall, I kinda disappeared for a week, having told you I was going away?

Nicole nodded.

You remember what you said to me when I came back?

Don’t remember.

"You said ‘How could someone look so tired and drained yet have such a shit-eating grin on their face?’"

I remember now.

Well, I was working, and getting well paid, more than enough to cover your issues. They rang me, wanting me back but I said no, it’s spring break and I wanna hit the Keyes.

What kinda job pays that kinda money?"

I think you’ll be a great stand in for me, and meet their requirements perfectly.

Who?

The guys I’m going to call, silly.

What guys?

Sammy tapped a finger against the side of her nose.

What time you get off class today, Nikki?

Three. Why?

Good. Go home, have a shower, get dressed, nice, not too sexy, but co-ed nice. Make yourself up; you’re going for an interview.

What?

Nicole knew she was firing off monosyllabic questions and sounding moronic, but she couldn’t keep up with her friend, who suddenly seemed to be moving at a hundred miles an hour.

Sammy reached across the table and patted her cheek.

Honey, it’s going to be fine. Let me make those calls, and I’ll pick you up at four. I’ll get you the interview, whether you get or even want the job is up to you. Now, gotta scoot.

Nicole watched Sammy disappear out the door to the cafeteria, noticing as always the way the guys’ heads would turn to watch the shaking ass as it headed for the door. She gathered up her own books and headed out the same door. On impulse, she put a bit of a sway and swagger into her own walk and then just as she reached the door, swung round quickly, and was rewarded by seeing several faces jerk away. Obviously she had the same effect as Sammy. This made her feel good.

She pushed the door open and gasped. Suddenly the second part of the conversation four months earlier played back through her head. Sammy had told her the first part of what she’d said; now she remembered the rest.

How could someone look so tired and drained yet have such a shit-eating grin on their face? Unless you just shagged your way through the entire swim team.

By the time the door swung closed behind her, she was blushing furiously.

* * * *

Nicole’s doorbell rang dead on four o’clock. She opened the door to see Sammy standing there, smiling at her. She watched as her friend ran her eyes from top to bottom and then back up, taking in the tight fitting tee shirt, the denim mini, ankle socks and pumps.

Sammy shook her head.

Sorry, honey. You gonna have to do one thing or another. Either lose the bra, or change the top. For where we’re going, it looks awful with the cups and straps showing through like that.

Get bent!

Sammy threw her head back, her long dark locks flying in the breeze as she laughed.

Look, sweetie, do you want this job or not?

I don’t know. You haven’t told me what it is yet! I don’t understand why it pays so much either.

Sammy stared straight at her and Nicole could feel the flush rising to her cheeks, knowing her face was reddening under the scrutiny.

Yeah? I think you’ve guessed... well, some of it anyway.

Nicole decided to press home what little advantage she had.

Which was it then? The swim team, or the basketball squad?

Sammy tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t fully suppress the giggle that rose from somewhere deep inside of her.

No, silly. If it was that, I don’t think either lot could have kept it quiet for the last four months. Do you? My rep would be in the gutter, I’d be labelled as easy... and I’m not.

You got a point. But, it’s something like that, though, isn’t it?

Something, maybe. We’ll talk later, but first... it’s change the top or lose the bra, and we don’t want to be late.

I think I’d prefer to change the top.

Sammy just smiled.

Twenty minutes later, Sammy pulled her Honda into the medical centre car park and Nicole looked around, confused.

The interview’s here? I don’t understand.

Sammy shook her head.

No, silly. They need to check you’re clean that’s all. Just a little blood and water, that’s all.

Clean? Blood? Water?

I know you are, but they need to be sure.

Meekly Nicole followed her friend through the double doors and up to the reception desk.

"Nicole Fellowes, for her medical. It’s down as Chronit Corp."

Very well, Ms Fellowes...

The receptionist broke off as Sammy laughed.

Not me, my friend, Sammy lowered her voice, She’s a bit shy, you see.

The receptionist grinned and Nicole knew they were sharing a secret, one she wasn’t party to.

Take a seat. The nurse will call you shortly.

Nicole let Sammy lead her over to a group of four seats, otherwise unoccupied. The rest of the waiting area was quite full. She leaned over to her friend as they sat down.

Chronit Corp?

Yeah, corny company name. They agreed to spring for the cost of the tests, so don’t worry.

These are the guys you want me to work for, Chronit Corp? Never head of the...

Nicole didn’t finish the sentence as a nurse walked through a door to her left and called her name.

Scoot, Nikki. We’re on a timeline here. Not afraid of needles are you?

She found herself being led from the waiting area down a brightly-lit corridor and into a small examining room with Sammy’s laughter echoing behind her.

Part II

As Sammy pulled to a stop outside the front door of the imposing three-storey house, Nicole looked around with interest. Sammy’s nondescript Honda didn’t look out of place; there were about a dozen cars on the gravelled drive, some new, some old, but only one Mercedes that could be described as flash. Nicole could see the house was screened from the road by the row of willows that hung down over the six-foot-high wall. The curve of the drive and the wooded area next to it covered the angle from the wrought iron gates that had swung open on noiseless hinges as Sammy approached.

Her head was still spinning from the somewhat sparse details Sammy had given her on the drive over. Part of her wanted to run back down the drive, sprinting for all she was worth, part of her remained intrigued, and of course there was the money, always the money. Suppressing a shudder, Nicole forced herself to admit it wasn’t just the money that kept her here, following Sammy up to the front door, which just like the gates, opened for them before they reached it. A stunning, blonde-haired woman, only a couple of years older than the two students, stepped into their path.

Amy!

Sammy quickened her pace and embraced the other woman, involuntarily performing an introduction while kissing her on both cheeks in a display of affection Nicole had rarely seen from her friend.

Hi, Sammy. And you must be Nicole.

Nicole smiled back, knowing her smile was outclassed by the gigawatt shine from the other woman’s teeth. God, that was a dentist she wanted, even if she couldn’t afford the bills.

They shook hands, Nicole noticing the silk gloves Amy wore, and then Amy stood to one side and gestured gracefully for the other two women to precede her through the door into the hallway. Given the grand and old frontage to the very large house, Nicole was surprised to find the hallway was modern, white and very minimalist. From the outside look of the house, she’d expected walnut panelling and chandeliers, not smooth white walls, recessed lighting and marble floors.

This way, please. Ewan’s expecting you.

Amy’s heels clattered on the tiled floor as she led the two women toward a wide wooden door halfway along the hallway, before pushing it open and ushering the two of them inside.

Sammy, nice to see you!

The deep, masculine voice boomed out from behind the desk as the forty-something man lifted himself from his chair and walked to meet them halfway across the modern furnished office.

He kissed Sammy on both cheeks as Nicole’s friend gave him a huge hug and a beaming smile.

God! Everyone’s smiling around me today!

How are you?

I’m fine, Ewan. This is Nicole, the girl I told you about earlier.

Ewan turned to face her and, for the first time, Nicole got a straight look at the tall man. His dark hair hung around his face in a rather unkempt manner, although he was clearly impeccably groomed. Just like Amy, his smile seemed powered by electricity, its huge wattage almost blinding in its intensity. What captured and held her eyes, were his eyes, the deep blue pulling her in and holding her as he stared back at her.

Nicole, I’m charmed.

He stepped closer and Nicole automatically extended her hand to shake his, instead he grasped her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed the backs of her fingers. She tried to hide the shudder by giggling but could tell from his chuckle she’d failed miserably. Despite herself she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

Amy, sweetie. Why don’t you take Sammy through into the library? They’re shooting on the back patio right now, and I seem to recall Sammy liked to watch.

From what little Sammy had told her in the car on the way over, it didn’t take much guesswork for Nicole to work out what they were talking about shooting, and she could see her friend’s eyes sparkle at the prospect. Her own cheeks flamed even more when both Amy and Sammy winked at her before turning and heading for the door. By the time they’d reached it and it had closed behind them, Ewan had led her over to a leather couch in the middle of the room and encouraged her to sit. Instead of sitting next to her he, however, took the couch facing her and smiled again.

Relax, Nicole, nothing is going to happen. Okay? This is simply an interview.

She took a deep breath.

Okay.

So, Nicole, I’m going to ask you a few questions first, and then I’ll give you the chance to question me. Is that alright?

It’s fine.

First, would you like a glass of water, or a coffee?

No, thank you. I’m fine.

Nicole smiled at him, knowing her own smile wasn’t as bright as either his or Amy’s but she tried hard to relax. She sat back on the couch, feeling the leather shift and sink under her as the padding gave to