Jordan sat in her small cubicle, packing away the last remnants of her belongings. The company she worked for had just been bought. They were downsizing and her position was no longer needed.
"Hey Jordie." a voice said over her head as she was disconnecting some of the plugs to her personal equipment.
"Hey Lance." she answered. She knew that voice without looking.
"Again I would like to apologize..." Lance began to say. She sat back in her chair looking at her former boss. He was in his late fifties. His gray hair showing signs of the stress he was under. His glasses hanging on his nose.
"It's not your fault." she said. She shrugged. "It's business." she understood. They had been kind to her. They gave her three months to look for a new job. Which she tried but none of the potential positions paid her half of what she had made. She could not afford to take such a huge pay cut. Her roommate had already told her she had to come up with her half of the rent or move out. Jordan was well short of the amount.
"If there is anything I can do to help. Please let me know." he said solemnly. He hated to lose a person like Jordan. She had always been a hard worker from the start. Always on time never any complaints and a star employee to the rest of the other co workers.
"No." she replied she took a deep sigh. "I just never thought..." she said shaking her head. Lance walked close to her. He never would admit it but he always thought of Jordan as one of his daughters.
"It might not be as bad as you think it is." he said. Trying to comfort her. She looked up at him. She nodded.
"I better go." she said standing up and putting the last of her belongings in the duffel bag. She quietly stood up and gave her boss a firm handshake. They exchanged a silent glance and she walked out towards the elevator. Other co workers either waved goodbye or tried to smile.
As she stepped onto the platform to await the train. She noticed the usual people that took public transportation in this large city. Most of the time she was too busy in her own world to pay attention. But for some reason she did today. Maybe it was the fact that she might be seeing them for the last time. There was the business people, a few others that looked like it was their second or third shift. Then there was the people that prayed on others, hoping someone was not paying attention to their belongings. Jordan sat on a bench and people watched, but she was used to the stares she got, so much so that it did not affect her anymore. She stood at five foot, four inches, but when she wore heels she looked a lot taller. She weighed just under one hundred and thirty pounds. Her short ash blonde hair which was all natural stopped just below her ears.
She had a figure most women would die for or at least pay good money to get. She hid her figure very well in business suits and long coats. But she had not always looked like this. She saw a woman that reminded her of her old self pass her by. She was already breathing heavy from walking down the stairs to the subway. Now she sat on another bench and breathed a sigh of relief to be off her feet. Jordan had been slightly bigger than that woman. At the last time she weighed in before the drastic life change. She had weighed close to three hundred pounds. Her hair had been messy and long, nearly touching her ass. And people always looked away from her. But she had been happy. The large trumpet of the trains horn brought her back from memory lane. She boarded the train and sat away from the door. Again she people watched all the people in her cabin. Her stop approached fast and she made her way home.
As she pushed the key into the door of her small apartment. She could hear the rhythmic thumping of the headboard hitting the wall and the moans of her loud roommate being drilled yet again. She had met some guy from a chat site online and this was their first actual meeting face to face. He had been here almost three days and it seemed like they never stopped fucking. Jordan sighed and past the door, thankfully it was closed this time. When she left it had been wide open and she had gotten a full view of the guy fucking her from behind. A memory she was still trying to wipe clean from her mind. She threw her bags next to the other items she had already packed. And looked online to make sure the moving company was still coming tomorrow to pick the rest of her furniture up.
"Hey Jordie!" her roommate said opening her bedroom door.
"Hey Jamie." Jordan said.
"So today is the big day huh?" Jamie said walking into the room her hair still all messed ups. Jamie was what some people would call trashy. She did not work, but claimed disability from a work accident that happened many years ago. As well as every other government help she could claim. Her jet black hair was always in a state of disarray. The only thing going for her was that she was a self proclaimed sex addict. It did not matter who, where or why, she wanted it in every way shape or form.
"Yeah just getting a few things together then I will be gone." Jordan said with a fake smile. She was not happy about this arrangement but she had no choice.
"Well I wish you the best." Jamie said. As she gave Jordan a big hug. Jordan turned her head as the smell of sex, weed and just plain funk filled her nostrils.
"Thank you." Jordan said. Jamie left the room and she heard the other door close. It did not take long for her to hear the moans of a male getting his dick sucked to make it through the thin walls. Jordan sighed and shook her head. She grabbed all of the things she was going to carry with her. There was a slight knock on the door. Jordan walked past Jamie's door only to hear the confirmation of what she thought was going on to be yelled out. Again she shook her head. Jamie's little brother stood there. Staring back at her.
"Hey" he said as he walked in.
"Hey" she replied. "Thanks for doing this." she said as she handed him a fifty dollar bill.
"No problem" he said as he put it in his pocket. "Not like you could trust nymphet in there to do it." he said as he walked past his sisters door. He was so used to his sister sleeping around that it did not bother him anymore. "Who is it this time?" he said as he jumped on Jordan's bed.
"Some guy from online." Jordan said as she put back on her long coat. "So you got this right?" she said to confirm.
"Yeah" he said as he pulled out a piece of paper. "This is the address you want all the stuff to go to. I will confirm it with what the movers have, and everything in the room goes except the computer. Thanks for that by the way." he smiled.
"No problem I will get a new one." she said as she picked up the bags.
"And the bed goes to the red cross." he said reading the last of the note. The pounding of the headboard began again. "At least she should put something over the headboard." he shook his head pulling out a pair of ear buds.
"There is something on the headboard. That's the sad part." Jordan smiled. "Thanks again." she said as she waved. He waved back at her as she left. As she got downstairs she motioned for a cab.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked.
"Laguardia airport." she replied. The driver nodded and took off. She looked around everything seemed so surreal now. It had only been twelve years since she came here. With nothing but a handful of cash in her pocket. But she had made it. She had gotten a good respectful job, had fallen in love. Made friends and gained the respect of many people. Not many people coming to New York could say that. She did not feel any shame in heading back home. She held her head high. The minutes rushed by and she found herself outside of the large airport.
"Have a safe flight." the driver said as she paid him. She rushed in even though she had planned everything to the last minute. She looked up at the board and sighed. Her flight was delayed of course. Oh well she thought it gave her a chance to get changed into something more comfortable to where she was going. She went through the gate and the security checkpoint. She found the gate the plane was leaving from. She confirmed everything with the ladies behind the counter. She quickly went into the bathroom and into one of the big stalls and began to change. Taking off the business suit she was wearing and putting on skin tight blue faded jeans. The stockings came off for white socks. Her nice heels came off for some rugged boots. Her top changed to a plaid black and blue shirt she left it slightly open to reveal the black shirt underneath. She took a couple of handful's of water and doused her hair and ran her fingers through it.
"There." she said to herself. She looked at the image in front of her. "Not quite out of the city and into the country yet." she said. "But it will do." She looked down at the business attire on the floor. She scooped it up into one big heap and threw it into the large trash bag outside the door.
"You go girl!" one of the cleaning ladies shouted at her.
"Just returning to my roots." Jordan replied. The lady gave her a thumbs up. Jordan smiled. She was beginning to feel better already. She sat down and began to thumb through her contacts on her phone deleting the ones that weren't relevant anymore. The plane began to board and Jordan made her way on. It was a long five hour flight home.
As soon as she arrived she looked around and found the car rental. No one was waiting for her. It felt good to be back in her home state, but she still had a three hour drive to her home town. No one was expecting her return but she knew she would be welcomed. Well by her mother at least. She paid the man behind the counter and climbed up into her rental truck. And gunned it towards home.
