Liam was the only person that had gotten back to Marina after she had uploaded her CV onto a local job board. No one really wanted to employ a fresh 18 year old without experience, even if it was just care work. The job market was tough these days and vacancies that would usually struggle to recruit were quickly being filled up.
The pretty brunette was currently enrolled onto a nursing program at the community college but that would take two years to complete. In the mean time, Marina was living alone in a new town and struggling to afford to pay her rent.
Her parents, Joe and Lydia, tried their best but they had four other younger children to support and they themselves came from a working-class background. Marina was down to her last 100 dollars and it was only the beginning of the second semester at college.
That was why she had to make sure she got this job by any means necessary. She had dressed smartly for the interview, wearing a crisp white blouse and a grey pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees, accentuating her shapely legs. A pair of black court heels finished off the flattering outfit.
Marina looked like she had just stepped off the television set of a legal drama but she simply wanted to make the best impression. She was desperate for a new source of income.
"Thanks for making it down, Marina. My father is waiting in his room. As I mentioned earlier, I will ask a few questions and see how you two get along. Does that sound okay?" Liam tried his best to sound upbeat but something in his voice fell flat.
"Yes, of course", Marina replied.
Liam Hardy was a blond, short and chubby man, 30 years Marina's senior. He took in the younger woman's appearance, his eyes quickly scanning over her curves almost disapprovingly. He abruptly walked towards the staircase. "Follow me, then."
It had become tiresome trying to hire a new care assistant for his aging father. The previous two had both quit within a few weeks and word quickly spread in the carer circles about the 'nasty, pervy old man', making it very difficult to hire a suitable candidate.
Liam had been close to giving up himself until Marina's CV had landed in his inbox. She unfortunately did not have any experience but maybe in this case, that was in fact for the best. Liam could only hope that she would be strong enough to persevere through the draining ordeal his father, Frank, would surely put her through.
"Alright, here we are", Liam announced once they had climbed the stairs and had arrived outside Frank's room. He quickly turned the handle, ushering Marina inside before he closed the door behind them.
A gorgeous young woman like Marina was a sight for sore eyes for Frank. His beady blue eyes watched curiously as the Mediterranean beauty appeared before him. His eyes scanned over her glossy, waist length, chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and smooth, lightly tanned skin. He licked his dry lower lip as his gaze settled on her ample breasts, slim waist and wide, breedable hips. She had a perfect hourglass shape and stood at a taller than average 5'8" and favoured a young Catherine Zeta-Jones. She could easily model if she wanted.
Frank grinned widely, clearly delighted, his yellowed teeth on full display. His own appearance was a stark contrast.
The 73 year old sported a receded hairline, a few patches of thin, greasy, grey hair clinging to his shiny scalp. He was of very slim build, although tall, and appeared frail. His face was gaunt and pale. A baggy, navy blue robe hung off his shoulders loosely.
The bedroom was small and smelled musty. The faint, yet undeniable scent of urine mixed in with cigarettes and beer made Marina want to gag but she did her best to hide her disgust. She mostly just pitied the man. To her, he seemed so weak and helpless. A walking frame stood at one corner of the room while Frank himself lay on top of a double sized bed, thin, long limbs sprawled out.
"Hello Mr Frank. My name is Marina. It's really lovely to meet you, Sir." She walked over to where the man lay, back propped up by a pillow. She offered him a manicured hand to shake.
Liam nodded encouragingly at Marina before he took a seat across from the bed, watching the two.
"Ah no need to be so stiff. Just call me Frank." He grabbed her hand and gave it a surprisingly strong tug, pulling her down to his level.
The unexpected force caused Marina to lose her balance in her 4 inch heels and she hurtled towards him, face planted firmly onto his chest. His wiry chest hairs felt prickly on her now rosy cheeks.
