House arrest

After the lawyers had refused to give her a location, Vanessa packed her all of her bags. She was bringing practically her entire wardrobe. Once she was fully packed, Vanessa had her servants load it into a truck, which would be travelling with her to her new house for a few months. She wore a casual outfit, but still very sexy. She wore blue jeans, which were tight in all the best places, held up by a gucci belt. She then put on a rich black silky top, making her look like a million bucks.

Vanessa then sat inside her personal limo; she sat back and drunk champagne as the car pulled off. She took a nap for most of the journey, which had taken a few hours already. When she finally woke up, the driver told her they had arrived at the destination. Vanessa looked out the window with an eye roll. They had arrived in a random village, buildings everywhere with a mix of businesses and actual homes. The driver had parallel parked next to the curb.

Vanessa looked out of the rear mirror and watched the two trucks with her stuff make a left to go behind the building they were parked next to. "Okay I don't like this, why are my trucks going down there?" Vanessa asked nervously with an angry tone. "They're going to the back to unload it all. Don't worry Vanessa." Her lawyer told her.

Vanessa huffed, put her designer sunglasses on and stepped out of her car, the chauffeur had opened the door for her. The CEO felt Disgust and disappointment as she looked up at the worn out block of apartments. "You can't be fucking serious!?" She asked her lawyer in shock, he nodded his head regrettably. "Your sentence got put on hold by us, this is your hiding place while we figure a way to clear you of all charges. The judge ordered you to be auctioned at some special town and sold to one of the crazies, neither of us want that." He tried to explain.

Vanessa was shocked, she knew her sentence was going to be awful but she did not realise it would violate her rights! "That's fucking outrageous! Fine.. guess I'm stuck in this shithole until you pricks sort me out! You better be quick about it!" She yelled and stormed into the building. Her lawyer clenched his fists angrily but held back any comments. He had gone through so much trouble for Vanessa to turn around and throw it in his face.

The interior matched the exterior. Vanessa curled her nose as she looked around. Paint peeled off the walls, the floor was wet in places and a small stench floated around. The building had seen better days for sure. Vanessa was ushered into a shady lift. The CEO glanced at her phone to check her looks, to ensure she looked immaculate and contrast to the state of the building.

The lift stopped a couple floors before the top. Vanessa followed her lawyer down a corridor of apartment doors. All the way to the very end, number 72 awaited. The lawyer unlocked the door and let Vanessa walk inside. She was incredibly disappointed. It was a one bed flat, which was incredibly small. There were three doors surrounding a small hallway. Each one lead to the kitchen, the bedroom and the bathroom. Every room was small and cramped.

Vanessa curled her nose up, disgusted. The apartment screamed poverty, the one thing she hated the most. "Please tell me this is a joke..." She complained, hopeful it was just a prank. "I'm sorry boss, it's not a prank. I know you want luxury, but luxury comes with security. Security involves having your name on a database and the court cannot know you didn't make it to that town. So you've gotta stay here while we figure it out." He tried to reason with Vanessa.

The CEO rolled her eyes and sat on the small creaky bed. Her eyes widened as she felt the rock hard base make her big butt sore. "So." The lawyer continued. "You cannot leave, the door will be locked and I'll have the key, this is for your own safety. In the kitchen there is a plastic tube, it's connected to the ceiling. That's where your food will be dropped off. Just microwave it as I don't think you have an oven. I know you can do this Vanessa." He explained.

With clenched fists, Vanessa was **** to agree. She knew this was the only way out, all she had to do was endure a few days of this while her lawyers get her out of the trouble. I can do this. She told herself...