This is the second chapter to the Sarah Vanhorn series. It started with
"Sarah Vanhorn - Diner waitress."
Enjoy-
#2 Pays The Rent
Sarah entered Mr. Montgomery's home as he closed the door behind her.
"Have a seat in the living room. I'll get you a drink, to calm you down."
Mr. Montgomery said, as he walked over to the wet bar. He placed a few ice cubes in the glasses and poured in some brandy. He walked over to Sarah, handing one of the glasses to her.
"Oh,...thank you. I'm so sorry for bothering you this late at night. It's just that,... I was unable to,..."
She stopped and thought of what to say. As she began her performance, her head lowered and a tear ran down her cheek.
"Calm down Sarah. Sit down and sip your drink. I'll call the police so they can make a report and take you to the hospital."
Sarah yelled in fear,
"No! Don't call the police,... please? I'll be fine. and I'm not going to the hospital."
Even though Sarah enjoyed to be taken roughly, she thought,
"I'm not ovulating and I'm not hurt, so why bother going to the hospital."
She wasn't on any type of birth control. Sarah didn't feel the need for it, since she wasn't in a relationship. Contacting a disease from unprotected sex never entered her mind either.
Mr. Montgomery was surprised.
"Sarah, you must. You have to report it and you need to be seen by a doctor. Why don't you want me to call?"
There sat a beautiful girl on the sofa. Her diner uniform torn open and dirty. She held the glass of brandy in her shaky hand, with the other she tried her best to hold the front of her uniform closed, since all the buttons are now missing.
He could not understand why she wouldn't want anyone to know about her attack. She continued to sip the brandy as her watery eyes would let a few tears slowly run down. What he didn't know was after seeing his expensive house, Sarah had money on her mind, a hand out.
Sarah finally told Mr. Montgomery why.
"I don't want to be in the paper, or on the evening news. I don't want to be embarrassed. I don't want everyone to know. I just moved here not long ago. I'll lose my job and,... I don't,...want my family,...to know."
Mr. Montgomery understood.
"You do know sweetheart, that I am the Mayor in this town,... don't you? I have a lot of pull around here."
Sarah blinked quickly to clear her vision.
"No Sir, I didn't know. Would you be able to help me? My rent is due."
Mr. Montgomery's attitude began to change as he shrugged his shoulder.
"Huh,...you want help? Your not going to the police? Your not going to the hospital? Just how the Hell am I suppose to help you?"
Sarah whimpered,
"Please Sir? You said that your the Mayor and,...."
Mr. Montgomery cut her off, as he walked to the door. Very irritated, he Opened it for her, as if to say, get out. He said,
"I'm sorry about what happened but the only way that I can help you is my calling the police. If that's not good enough, then I'm sorry, but it's getting late!"
Mr. Montgomery wasn't know to have much sympathy for others. The only thing he cared about was his position as town Mayor. Practically the whole town was in his pocket.
Sarah placed the glass on the coffee table as she stood. She feared walking home, as she left Mr. Montgomery's house.
She knew she had to get home, not for the relaxing evening that she hoped for, but to get cleaned up, she felt so dirty.
Sarah could feel all the dried cum that ran down both legs and around her pink pussy lips. Her tits were sore from being roughly squeezed. She had a few scratches on her ass cheeks from being held down in the gravel.
As Sarah came to the door at her apartment, she noticed her apron was missing. The attackers ripped it from her during the rape. She kept her mini purse
tucked inside it. Her rent money, along with her keys, were robbed. Lucky for her she kept a spare key outside.
The next day Sarah went to one of those Planned Parenthood places. She filled out some paper work & talked with a nurse. Sarah was given a new type of shot that took effect immediately, before leaveing with her birth control pills.
Friday came, rent day.
After taking a shower, she sat at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee, dressed only in her robe. As she made a small grocery list to go shopping with the $50.00 that she had saved for an emergency, when the door bell rang.
Sarah walked to the door and looked out the peep hole. Oh shit! she thought to herself. It was Mr. Birk, the landlord, coming to collect the rent.