Alicia's Misfortune

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Chapter One

Alicia sighed as she walked down the warm street of
Bearcreek, Montana. Alicia had lost her teaching position last month due to a
massive layoff the school district was having which was unfortunate for her.

“I’m so tired of doing this day end and out,” Alicia
searched online every day for jobs that were hiring and she went to ten
business establishments on a daily basis and dropped off her resume and a cover
letter. So far she wasn’t receiving any calls for interviews. The one interview
that she did have was for a waitressing position at a popular night club. The
only reason why she didn’t get that job was because they said she was
“over-qualified.”

Alicia never understood what over-qualified meant. If she
was there looking for a job then as long as they thought she’d be able to do
the job they should have just given it to her. She always thought to get a
waitressing job a woman had to be fairly attractive. Men told her constantly
that she was beautiful with her even ebony skin and her curvaceous body. Her
breasts weren’t incredibly big, only at 38 C, but her hips were wide and her
rear was plump. She always kept herself looking her best. She went to the hair
salon weekly and got her shoulder length hair treated and she kept her nails
done. She could dress professional or any style to fit the occasion.

“I just need to find something quick,” she had saved up some
money to help her pay her bills, but that would soon run out and if she didn’t
do anything soon she’d be homeless. She applied to teaching jobs but Montana
schools weren’t looking for elementary school teachers at the moment. She was
willing to work any job as long as it’ll keep a roof over her head. She walked
by construction workers then and they began whistling at her.

“Hey baby, why the long face?” A man asked. Alicia decided
to ignore them. She had too many other things on her mind to listen to the men
flirt with her. Alicia made her way into a liquor store and went to the
counter.

“How can I help you sweetheart?” the cashier asked and
Alicia pulled out some money.

“Let me get that big bottle of vodka up there,” Alicia
pointed to it and the man turned around and grabbed it.

“$15.98” Alicia handed the man sixteen dollars and she shook
her head when he attempted to give her change. She took the bottle from the
man, which he was nice enough to wrap up in a nice paper bag, and she walked
out of the store. She was stressed out and she felt like nothing was going her
way. She wanted to have a drink to relax her mind and hopefully put her back in
high spirits. She was still angry that the school laid her off the way that she
did. She gave the school five years of her life. She had worked their quickly
after receiving her teacher’s certification when she was twenty-two years old.

“I guess if you don’t have tenure the school doesn’t really
care about you.” She walked the rest of the way home thinking of what she could
do to get a cash flow coming in.

****

When Alicia got home, she wasn’t surprised to see an
eviction notice on her two bedroom apartment door. She had saved up enough to
pay majority of her utility bills, but she was only able to give the landlord
half of the rent.

“These people are so money hungry, I told them I’d have the
money as soon as my unemployment check comes.” Alicia ripped up the noticed and
threw it into the garbage. She literally pleaded with her landlord and told him
of her current predicament. He assured her that he understood what she was
going through and was going to give her a little more time to come up with the
money. So why did she come home just to find that notice on her door? Alicia
got a big glass out of the cupboard and poured some orange juice into it. She
then broke the seal of the vodka and poured it into the glass.

“Things will be alright,” Alicia took a deep breath and
swallowed the liquid. She was just going through a rough patch. She was doing
all that she needed to do and now she had to be a little patient. After she
drained the glass, she poured another mixture of vodka and orange juice. “Just
keep trying,” she said again and drunk the contents of her glass. After a few
glasses, she was starting to feel a little light headed. Alicia got up and went
into her bedroom and grabbed her laptop. “Time to see what new postings are up”
Once the laptop started up, she quickly went to a few sites that she went on to
search and apply for jobs. She scrolled through the list of places hiring in
her area and noticed that majority of the listings she either applied to, or
emailed the company regarding the posting.

“I’ll just check on another site,” typing in another name in
her search engine, she scrolled through the list of jobs and it was the same
result as before. All of the listings that were on the site she had already
applied to. She slammed the laptop closed and lied down on her bed. Her head
was spinning from the alcohol and she found herself to be pretty hungry. She
didn’t get up though, feeling too lazy to cook anything she just lied there and
let the warm tears fall down her face. Everything was going well in her life
before this happened. She had to sacrifice a lot of things when she got laid
off in order to have food and the basic necessities.

Alicia was hoping that the alcohol would make her feel a
little better, but it had appeared to have done the opposite. She was feeling
worse than how she was feeling before she started drinking. “Just try to think
positive Alicia.” She told herself and her eyelids began to get heavy. She
didn’t take off her clothes or even wipe off her make-up; she simply allowed
sleep to overtake her because she truly believed that she’d feel better with
sleep.

When Alicia woke up the next morning, she had a splitting
headache. “Ugh, drinking didn’t help me at all.” Alicia said and got out of
bed. She was surprised to see that she was still wearing the suit that she had
been wearing yesterday when she was job hunting. Sighing, she took off her
clothes and made her way into the bathroom. She turned on the tub and began
filling it with water adding lavender, rosemary, and some more oils into the
water. The oils had a soothing and relaxing effect and she needed all the
relaxation she could get. She made the water as hot as she could stand it and
lowered her body into it.

“Ah” she moaned as the hot water caressed her sore skin. She
leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. She wanted to start
this day optimistic and possibly have it end on a positive note as well. She
grabbed her towel, dipped it in the oily water, and placed it over her face.
She was sure she looked like she had been hit by a train. These oils would make
her skin softer and it’ll reduce some of the puffiness she knew she had around
her eyes. She stayed in the tub for thirty minutes and decided to get out once
the water began to get cold. Alicia looked at her voluptuous body in the
mirror.

“I definitely could have done that waitressing job,” she
spat out. She wasn’t the skinniest woman in the world, but she was thick and
she knew that guys liked that. She had a lot to offer the restaurant and she
knew that she would have gotten a lot of tips. She would’ve felt awkward if one
of her former student’s parents came in and saw her working there, but she
needed a job and they should know that times were rough when teachers were
being laid off left and right. Alicia dried off her body and wrapped the towel
securely around her. She went back into her bedroom and picked her laptop up
off of the floor. She looked at the job posting sites that she looked at last
night and noticed that they hadn’t posted anything new. She sighed and just as
she was about to shut down her laptop, a classified ad caught her eye.

“Looking for a mail order bride, must be in between the ages
of twenty-five and thirty. Must be a BBW, dress well, and know how to cook.”
Alicia looked at the ad I sighed.
Who
would respond to something like this?
She looked at the benefits that the
person would get. “$1,000 a week, room and board, and would be under the same
health insurance as the client.” She thought that was good benefits, but there
was no way she was going to do that. She looked to see if any teaching jobs had
been posted and was surprised to hear banging on her front door.

“Who could that be,” Alicia got up and opened her door not
knowing that her life was going to be changed at that moment.

Chapter Two

“I can’t believe that you actually posted an ad like that.”
Donald said as he and his brother Daniel had lunch together.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey man, I don’t be saying nothing to you with all those
women you have coming in and out of your house. I’m just trying to find
one.”

Daniel said as he picked at his
eggs.

“Look, whoever answers this is clearly desperate and a
prostitute.” Donald said quietly as a waitress walked passed them. “Plus you’re
going to move the woman in your house. What happens if she’s a serial killer?”

“I’ll run a background check on all the women that I am
interested in.” Donald threw his hands in the air in disbelief.

“You’re treating this like you’re hiring a new employee.”
Daniel owned an advertising firm and for only being thirty-two years old, he
was pretty successful. “Are you going to check her for diseases too? Because I
know you’re going to sleep with her.” Daniel sighed and drunk the rest of his
coffee.

“You act like I’m going to pound her as soon as I see her.”
Daniel said and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I’m not doing this for sex, I’m
doing this because I’m lonely and I don’t have enough time to date people.”
Donald thought the whole mail order bride idea was crazy. He didn’t even know
where Daniel got this idea from.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Donald said and folded his
arms. “You’re going to get her tested right? Regardless of what you’re saying
now you’re going to eventually sleep together.”

“Yes for crying out loud.” Daniel barked out. Donald was
quite persistent when it came to Daniel’s love life. Daniel was older than
Donald by two years, but Donald acted like he was the oldest. “I’m too old for
the lectures; I don’t even know why I told you.” Donald ran his hands through
his spiky hair.

“Stop acting childish and I won’t lecture you.” Donald
responded. Daniel glared at Donald and called the waitress over.

“Can we get our bill now?” the tone of his voice changed
from angry to gentlemanly. The waitress blushed and smiled at him.

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” The waitress walked away in
a hurry.

“What about her?” Donald asked pointing his head at the
waitress. “She’s cute and she obviously wants to talk to you.”

Daniel shook his head.

“It’s just not that easy for me Donald.” Daniel said. It
wasn’t like Daniel was a bad looking guy. He was six-foot-two and very lean. He
and Donald was Brazilian and Daniel had dark hair and grey eyes. Donald was
almost identical to his older brother, the only difference being that he had
sandy brown hair with dark brown eyes. Daniel was constantly hit on by
beautiful woman, but he didn’t have enough time to date them. The mail order
bride way of meeting a woman seemed like a good idea to him. She’d be living
with him in his four bedroom house so he didn’t have to rush and get off of
work in order to pick her up for a date. Daniel was perfectly willing to buy
someone’s companionship since it’ll take majority of the “hard work” out of
dating.

“Whatever man,” Donald said and watched as the waitress
walked back over to them with the bill in her hand.

“I got this.” Daniel said and picked up the bill. He placed
three twenty dollar bills on the table and got up.

“The food wasn’t that expensive was it?” Donald asked
alarmed at the amount of money Daniel put down.

“No I just gave her a forty dollar tip.” Donald sighed.
Daniel was the wealthier of the two men, but Donald had a good income coming in
as well. He was the manager of a small sales company and he thought he did a
pretty good job when it came to an income. However, he couldn’t see himself paying
sixty dollars for a twenty dollar meal.

“So have you gotten many applications?” Donald asked as they
walked out of Josie’s diner. Daniel nodded.

“I interviewed some women, but they weren’t too
interesting.” Daniel stopped walking and turned to look at Donald. “You should
look into finding a mail order bride too; maybe you won’t be as promiscuous as
you are now.” Donald laughed.

“Please, I don’t need that because I am not as lonely as
you.” Donald started walking again.

“Let’s make it a little competition then,” Donald stopped
walking and turned and looked at Daniel. He always was the competitive type and
he enjoyed beating others at their own games.

“I’m listening,” he said and folded his arms.

“Since you think this is just some joke, I bet you two grand
that if you order a mail order bride, you will find the relationship to be a
similar experience as having a normal girlfriend.”

“Deal,” Donald said and shook Daniel’s hand. Two thousand
dollars was a lot of money and he could definitely use it. Plus, Donald thought
there would be no chance that he’d look at a woman that he purchased as being a
real girlfriend. He actually felt bad for his brother, losing two grand wasn’t
some pocket change. “I look forward to taking your money.” Daniel smiled and
let go of his brother’s hand.

“I’m serious now.” Daniel said as the two of them walked
towards Daniel’s 2009 Ford Focus.

“So am I,” Donald said grinning. “When am I not serious when
it comes to making money?” Daniel shook his head. His younger brother has always
been greedy when it came to money, but Daniel did a lot of research on mail
order brides. He was sure that his brother would fall for one just like he was
sure that he would as well. “So how does this work?” Daniel pulled out his
phone and brought up an app that specialized in making ads for mail order
brides online.

“Well for now you can help me interview some of my women,”
Daniel said as he navigated through the website while Donald looked on. “It’s
pretty simple. You make an account, tell them what type of woman interests you,
and they pretty much write your requirements in a more professional manner.”

“You’re paying the woman $1,000 a week plus room and board?”
Donald asked in shock when he read through Daniel’s ad. Daniel closed the app
and put his phone back in his pocket.

“You weren’t supposed to read all of that.” Daniel said and
turned his attention to pulling out of the parking lot.

“You better sleep with whoever this woman is as soon as she
moves into your house for that type of money.” Donald couldn’t believe that
Daniel would pay that high for a woman. Donald would be lying if he said that
the website didn’t intrigue him. He wasn’t a huge fan of meeting people online,
but he could see the potential of building a relationship from it. Besides unlike
Daniel, he was definitely planning on sleeping with any woman that he picked.
He didn’t care about the romance side of it, he liked playing the field and
taking woman as they came. He’d just treat the woman that he picked as one of
his many conquests. “So when’s your next interview?”

“I’m still going through the women who applied. I read their
profiles and look at their picture first before I make a decision to pick a
woman.” Daniel said as he eased his car on the expressway.

“Let me check them out,” Donald said and held out his hand.

“Why?” Daniel retorted. His brother was nosy and he honestly
didn’t want him snooping through his phone.

“I’m trying to help you out,” Donald said irritated. “If I’m
going to help you in your interviews let me help pick out the women too. You’re
pretty lame so I know what type of woman to choose for you.” Daniel held up his
middle finger and Donald grinned. He thought about Donald’s request and thought
that it would only be fair to let Donald help him choose the women as well.

“Alright, but don’t go looking in my phone.”

“Grow up I’m not a kid.” Donald said. Daniel grabbed his
phone out of his pocket and gave it to Donald.

“The app is the one with the pink shoe logo,” Donald
chuckled.

“Only you would have something like this on your phone as a
man,” Daniel glared at Donald briefly from the corner of his eye. He wasn’t
going to let him get to him so he just decided to concentrate on the road and
to find a woman who he feels could satisfy him quickly.

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