Samantha and Nicholas were out to dinner at their favorite restaurant. Samantha had ordered filet mignon and a rock lobster tail for dinner with prawns for an appetizer. She was used to the good life and her efforts to find herself a very rich businessman as a husband had paid off.
Samantha had struggled all her life, coming from a poor family in Arkansas. She had watched her mother marry and date one loser after another and she had vowed to herself that she would never follow in her mother’s footsteps. Living in a run down trailer park was not the life she was going to lead. Not by any means.
When Samantha turned 18 years old, she had saved money working as a waitress after she had dropped out of high school at fifteen years old and began working. She hitchhiked to Los Angeles, California to seek out a wealthy businessman in Beverly Hills. Along the way, she whored herself out to the many drivers who took her closer to L.A. to meet her wealthy soon-to-be husband. She literally fucked and sucked her way to L.A. Yes, she was a gold digger. She was a stunning statuesque blonde, standing at 5’ 10” with long legs that wouldn’t quit. This attracted many men to her, but the one who had the most money, was the one who won her.
Nicholas stood 6’4”, but was very skinny and lanky. He had more brains than brawn. But, that didn’t matter to Samantha. His bank account was fat from the earnings of the development company that he had inherited from his father. It was a multi-million dollar company that immediately attracted Samantha to Nicholas.
Samantha had seen Nicholas as one of the most eligible wealthy bachelors in the newspaper she had been reading. He had just attained some new developmental land that would make him millions, to add already to his millions he already had.
She saw that one day his company was hiring a new secretary, so she figured that this was her way in. She purposely booked her interview right before lunch, so that she would be waiting in the reception area when Nicholas himself would take lunch. She knew he took lunch every day at 11:30 a.m. Samantha booked her interview for 11:45 a.m. so that he could get a glimpse of her in the reception area.
Samantha got up early that morning. She had saved her money and made a hair, nails and make-up appointment. She had gone to Neiman Marcus Rack and bought a designer dress for 75% off. Yes, it was from two seasons ago, but what would someone like Nicholas know about fashion right? Samantha knew she looked great in the dress!
She was sitting in the reception area that morning, looking amazing in her dress, showing her legs and cleavage from her blessed breasts. She heard Nicholas tell the receptionist he was going to lunch and the reception responded with “Have a great lunch Mr. Miller.” Samantha knew that was her chance to act.
As Nicholas was walking towards her, Samantha flashed her smile and legs and then dropped her purse onto the floor so that all the contents fell out. Being the gentlemen that Nicholas was, he jumped to the opportunity to help a beautiful young woman and Samantha took advantage of that by leaning over and showing Nicholas her cleavage from her full breasts even more.
Samantha’s gold digging opportunist ways paid off. “Hello, my name is Nicholas Miller.” He extended his hand out to her.
Samantha smiled and spoke in her sexy southern accent, “Well, hello there Mr. Miller, very nice to meet your acquaintance.” She extended her delicate, French manicured hand out to him.
Nicholas took her hand and kissed it. He was putting the charm on her. “Likewise., and what is your lovely name, Miss or is it Missus?” He inquired.
“Oh, Mr. Miller, my name is Samantha, Miss Samantha Johnson.” Accentuating the ‘miss’.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Johnson. Are you here to meet someone?” He inquired some more.
“Oh, I was here to meet a friend for lunch, but it doesn’t look like she is going to make it. She said there was a chance of that.”
“Well, I was just going to lunch myself, would you care to join me instead?” He smiled at her.
“Well, that sounds wonderful.” She smiled back at him.
They then left with Samantha’s arm wrapped around Nicholas’s for lunch.
They had begun dating for about six months and Nicholas proposed to her. It was a beautiful and romantic wedding. It was everything Samantha could hope and dream for. They had been married for about ten years now and Samantha had grown accustomed to her wealthy lifestyle. Country club lunches, spas several times a week, a sports car and a Jaguar, furs, expensive jewelry, exotic vacations, etc…
So that night at dinner, when the waiter came back with Nicholas’ credit card, “I’m sorry sir, but your credit card has been declined.”
“Certainly there must be a mistake, run it through again. We have millions, so there should not be a problem.” Samantha snapped at the waiter, as if it were his fault.
After living in L.A. for a little over ten years now, she had lost her southern accent and adopted the “rich bitch snobbish Southern California” accent.
Nicholas stopped the waiter before he left and handed him cash to pay for their dinner. Then he looked at Samantha and said, “We’re broke.”
Samantha began laughing, as if he were telling her a joke. “Oh darling, you are so funny sometimes. We’re not broke. We have millions. Stop joking around like that, it’s not very funny.”
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