Happily Never After

Molly was living her best life. Just a few months ago she married her boyfriend of several years, Tom. She didn't know exactly what he did, but it was something with the markets and he seemed to be very good at it. They had a big house with a pool, nice car and truck. They went on vacations to exotic tropical destinations, went to extravagant dinners... It was a dream. She kept her job because she loved helping people, but she didn't have to. Or so she thought.

As she pulls into her driveway, she does a double take. Is that a for sale sign? This must be a joke.

She enters the house, looking for her husband. "Tom? Whose joke for sale sign is that out front?"

Tom hangs his head. "It's... Not a joke."

"What?!?! How could you put it on the market without talking to me?"

"It's actually more than that. I already had a bid and accepted it."

"What the fuck, Tom!" Molly is screaming now. The confident man she met and fell in love with is shrinking before her eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I made some bad investments, and then I over extended. I was behind and used some money illegally for what I thought was a sure bet, but then I lost that too." He's practically whispering now, muttering softly and unable to lift his eyes from the floor.

"What does that mean?" Molly asks.

"I had to fire sale the house to put the money back before it set off an alarm. I made it, but..."

"But now we don't have a home. When do we have to be out?" Her voice is getting more and more stern by the minute.

"A week. The speed got me the last bit I needed."

"TOM!" Molly bellowed. She couldn't even think of more to say at first. "I guess I'll go look for apartments tomorrow."

"Well... We can't get an apartment..." Tom said under his breath.

"What?"

"I sold out of desperation. There's no savings, just a pile of debt that no one is going to accept on a lease without a salary bigger than yours."

So what is your plan?

Best we can do is a motel on your salary

"Ugh!" Molly exclaims in disgust.

"For better or for worse?" He tries to plead in desperation.

"You fucking hid this from me until you had to sell our house out of under me!" She turns for the stairs up to their bedroom. He moves to follow her, but she turns and pushes him back. He's stunned and falls against the wall, still on his feet. "Oh no. You're on the couch asshole. You're lucky I don't put you outside. You're not sleeping in that bedroom again."

Tom knows he has no excuse and watches Molly's ass. Even mad, she can't help but make it shake as she walks up the stairs. He can't help but think that it's going to be a long time before he'll ever get back in her pants. Hopefully not forever.

Upstairs, Molly is fuming. She gets ready for bed, her movements abrupt, filled with the anger that went into her shoving her husband minutes earlier. Molly's still processing the gravity of the situation and every thought she has seems to lead to five more complications. She struggles to wrap her head around how what she thought was a dream life this morning vanished, replaced by this collapsing house of cards. Her head is hurting. Well past midnight her head still isn't quiet but she finally passes out, overcome with exhaustion.

Molly wakes up in the morning and gets ready for work. She slides into leggings and a tank top sports bra, her normal outfit working at a trainer at a local gym. She does her makeup and puts her hair up. She tries to stay focused to avoid the thoughts of the impending disaster from creeping into her conscious. She grabs a coffee and heads to her car. She doesn't see Tom and right now, she's not sure she cares. Where the two of them go from here will have to be solved after they figure out how to get back in their feet. They're both tied with this debt now. Molly successfully pushes the thoughts back and pulls out of the driveway, ignoring the for sale sign.

Molly is thankful for a full day at the gym, engaging with people, keeping her mind off her crumbling home life. She's sad for the day to end when her shift is over at 8 PM and she gets back in her car. She starts driving home, now finding her mind trying to solve the problem of getting back on her feet. She's at a stop light when she's faced with the playing people neon. "Saints and Sinners" strip club. She raised her eyebrow at first, then saw the letter board below the neon. "Amateur Night - Tonight!"

She looks up to see if there's some god looking down on her laughing. She looks down at her still tight late-20s body. Her large natural tits make impressive cleavage in her sports bra. She wears them that way at work because, if she's honest, she enjoys the attention and it doesn't hurt return business or tips.

Molly flashes back to her college days. They feel like forever ago but they aren't that long gone. With her fitness career she probably has an even better body now than then, but still kept her massive HH tits miraculously. She remembers nights in bars and clubs, men drooling and throwing themselves at her on the dance floor with a little cleavage. How much would they pay for her to dance knowing it would go now their way? Could this help solve her problem?

A pang of doubt creeps in. There is no way she could do it enough to make a dent in whatever pile of debt that asshole put them under. But the anger reminds her - there was nothing for her at home. Any money right now is something she shouldn't pass up. She chooses chance of money over no money. As she makes up her mind, a horn behind her snaps her back to the present. The light is green and she flips a U-turn back up the road to the adult store to find the sluttiest outfit she can.