Story: Lexi's Bad Day

LEXI'S BAD DAY
By Tcheser

Despite being barely 5’2”, Mrs. Lexi Travers was hard to ignore, With her comparatively large breasts, cute little button nose, flashy blonde hair, designer clothes, flashy jewelry and sky high heels she drew quite a bit of attention. She was exceedingly spoiled, opinionated, high maintenance and stuck up though, which was odd considering that her father was just a dentist from Yonkers. The fact that she was both selfish and self-righteous didn’t help matters either. Nor did the way she thought that because of her year of studying interior design at a community college before marrying her husband Mark, a successful young lawyer, she was smarter than everyone else when almost the exact opposite was probably true. Behind her back people had a habit of called her “the Princess”.

So naturally when she and Mark moved to the small working class neighborhood of East Garden, and at her insistence, erected a great eyesore of a 6 bedroom, 3 car garage McMansion, she had a hard time fitting in. One might think it was because people like her, with money, could bring gentrification to a neighborhood like East Garden and force current residents to move as real estate prices rose, but that wasn’t it at all. The current residents, all hardworking people and mostly recent immigrants disliked her because she was a spoiled obnoxious bitch.

Lexi particularly alienated the neighborhood women when on the second day of moving into her gaudy palace she went door to door asking if the women would like to be her housekeeper, as if she assumed they were all housekeepers or all so lowly that this would be a step up for them. When she asked her neighbor, Carla, if she wanted to be her housekeeper she was even so insulting as to promise not to call INS to make sure she was legal. This was particularly insulting as Carla had immigrated legally, a long difficult process, and had worked herself up from nothing to being the manager of a local supermarket. Furious Carla called her a number of foul things in both English and Spanish before slamming the door in Lexi’s face.

So when Lexi had her bad day, no one was especially sympathetic with the princess’ plight, and a good many thought she had it coming.

Lexi’s bad day started like any other. She and Mark had been living in their new house for two months and had fallen into a routine. Mark would get up and go for a run, come back to the house and make breakfast, wake Lexi up and have breakfast with her, then dress and hurry off to work. Lexi would meanwhile have a leisurely morning before doing her own exercises, to keep it tight for Mark, let the cleaning ladies in if it was a cleaning day, and then spend the rest of the day either watching TV on their 72 inch LCD, shopping or lounging by the pool they had installed in the backyard. Everything seemed normal this day right up to when Mark came down to kiss her goodbye on his way out the door. It was at this point that he said the words that would change Lexi’s life.

“Honey, men from the charity are coming today, they can take everything I put in the den, but you should watch them to make sure that’s all they take,” he said and when still sleepy Lexi nodded, he assumed she had both heard and understood what she needed to do. And then he was gone.

Left alone Lexi got on the phone with a friend and completely forgot what her husband had told her. So at 11 o’clock she was in a bathing suit preparing for a swim when the doorbell rang. Going to the door she was quite surprised to see four burly men in coveralls and back support braces. They told her they were from the charity and were there to pick up the donations her husband had called about. Not really recalling the details of what Mark had told her and not really interested in charity, Lexi told them to go ahead and take it. They asked what to take and getting annoyed Lexi told them to take whatever, assuming they must have discussed what exactly to take with her husband, and then walked out of the house to sit at the pool while they worked.

A swim, a tan, three martinis and a nap later Lexi came back into the house to prepare to do some shopping. She naturally assumed that by now the men from the charity would have gotten what they came for and would be gone. What she wasn’t prepared for however was to find that not only were the donations her husband had left were gone, but so was everything else!

Walking through the house she felt like she was having a bad dream. Everything was gone! All the furniture, all the decorations, all the electronics and appliances had vanished. The downstairs looked just like it had when they first moved in and echoed hollowly. Hurrying upstairs her worst fears were confirmed. The upstairs rooms were as bare as the downstairs, meaning all her beautiful clothes and shoes and jewelry were gone as well!

Overcome she fell to the bare floor and sat cross legged trying to figure out what had happened. Then it came to her. Her off hand instruction to the men from the charity that they should take whatever must have come across to them as permission to take anything and everything. Which they apparently had taken to heart.

She realized she needed to do something. Mark would be furious if he came home to find that she had let someone take everything they owned. Racking her brain for something she could do she came to several other startling revelations. As the moving men had taken everything, that left her without a phone, any money or identification or anything to wear other than the pink and white bikini she already had on! Cursing this led her to determine that she was going to need help and as much as she hated it there was only one place she could go to get it.

Naturally Carla was not at first pleased to see Lexi on her doorstep again. After Lexi told her what had happened though this of course changed. Carla was delighted to see the stuck up princess receiving some karmic payback. She played it cool though and even pretended to be concerned for her neighbor. Something told her that if she played her cards right she could turn Lexi’s silly mistake into something far worse and far more satisfying for Carla.

Acting like a caring neighbor who had somehow forgotten the bad blood between them she invited Lexi into her little home. No where near as large as Lexi’s it was furnished simply, but in a homey way, and expressed Carla’s Latin heritage as well as her pride in herself.

To Lexi though Carla’s home was just a cheap little house and a place where she could get some help out of the sticky situation she had just gotten herself into. She didn’t thank Carla for the tea she gave her, or for calling the charity to see if her stuff was there, or for the clothes the woman found for her to wear. In fact she found nothing but fault with what she was given. She was a sophisticated, classy woman after all, she couldn’t be expected to wear cheap sweat shop hand me downs, but Carla, a much larger and more rotund woman, claimed that her nieces clothes were all she had that would fit Lexi. So as beggars can’t be choosers she had no choice but to slip out of her polka dot bikini and into the frayed denim shorts, faded belly baring pink tank top, ankle socks and well worn sneakers which were mercifully her size. In these clothes she was technically dressed, but was still showing nearly as much skin as she had been in her swimsuit and was well aware of it.

She was about to say something more about the clothes when Carla informed her that her possessions were indeed at the charity and were still on the truck. If she got down there soon, the men from the charity said that she could have everything on the truck back for the low price of just $5000. Lexi demanded to know why they couldn’t just bring the stuff back to her house and was told that the men don’t know her from Eve, they can’t spend all their time driving around town returning things that were accidentally donated. She was in fact lucky they were willing to return the stuff at all, they didn’t have to, and if she wanted her things back that she needed to get down there with the money ASAP.

Having no money for a cab or keys to her car, Lexi wondered aloud how she was going to get down to the bank and to the charity. Being the kind neighbor that she was Carla dipped into her own purse and gave her money for a bus. She would take her herself, but she needed to get to work she explained. All Lexi heard however was bus, she never took the stinking bus and would normally never be caught dead on one, but these were desperate times, so she took the money and followed Carla’s instructions to the bus stop.

Forty five minutes later Lexi arrived at the bank. As she had no ID or ATM cards this was a real hassle. They weren’t about to just give money to someone without any ID after all and refusing to call her husband, lest he find out what is going on, she had to go through a whole procedure and meet with the manager and everything. The whole time she was there she wished the earth would just swallow her whole. She knew she must look like a total tramp in her skimpy, somewhat childish, borrowed clothes that showed off far too much of her goose-pimply-from-the-frigid-bank’s-air-conditioning skin. She could see other well to do wives looking at her and thinking the worst. It was perhaps the longest thirty minutes of her life, but she did eventually get the money, though she had to clean out their joint checking account to do so.

Barely having the $5000 she needed to pay the charity men off, she then once again took the bus to get to the charity, so it was another forty five minutes before she finally got there. Not really recalling what the moving men or their truck looked like she had to ask around and shamefully recount her stupid mistake to at least a half down lowly paid charity workers before she was directed by one of them to the loading dock where the men were waiting for her by their truck.

Believing this terrible day was finally coming to a close she smiled and waved the money triumphantly at the men as she approached. Seeing the money the one she had talked to before came up to her. Eager to get this all over with but worried about getting screwed again she made the man agree to give her back everything on the truck and move it back into her house again. The man seemed to think it over for a second, but finally agreed and shook her tiny soft hand in his huge rough callused one, called it a deal and took her money.

Pleased with herself and the position of power she now felt she was once again rightfully in, she ordered the men to get in the truck and drive her back to her house immediately. They seemed to find this amusing, but did as she said, all squeezing into the crew cab together with her in the back seat wedged in between the two largest men. Despite their gentlemanly behavior they couldn’t help but rub against her in the confined space and unfamiliar with being in such close proximity to such large overly ripe men she was almost sick by the time they finally pulled up in the driveway of her McMansion.

Certain that Mark would be home soon, Lexi then flew into motion, ordering the men out of the truck so they could unload. Unfortunately the men had tricked her. When they opened the back of the truck it was as empty as her head. In the time it had taken her to take the bus to the bank, get the money and then take another bus over to the charity, they had unloaded it and processed it all. Everything she owned was now property of the charity. Except that is for her collection of panties. One of the men had kept those for himself. Furious Lexi screamed and tried to remind them that they had a deal, but was informed that the deal was for everything in the truck and she could have everything in the truck, but as it was empty now, that was “jack shit”.

Furious Lexi didn’t even respond as they all started laughing. She just turned, walked across her lawn and went back inside her house. They may have beat her today, but she would survive losing her possessions, and then someday she would destroy them. However upon entering her McMansion all thoughts of revenge flew from her mind, the devastation she beheld was just that complete.

Where her beautiful house had one been full of fancy luxury items and beautiful decorations, it was now not only totally empty, it now looked like it had suffered from a natural disaster!

Though Lexi didn’t know it until later, Carla had screwed her too. As soon as she had left on the bus to go to the bank she spread the word across the neighborhood that the bitchy princess’ house was empty and unlocked and would remain empty for several hours. Naturally it took all of ten minutes for the scavengers to appear and less than two hours for them to gut the place, stealing anything that remained of value. All the fixtures were now gone, as were the chandeliers, the teak flooring and the large appliances like the stove and washers, the copper wiring was ripped out of the walls and even the toilets were missing.

And that’s when Mark decided to come home.

To say that he was mad was an understatement. He couldn’t believe how someone who had so little to do, could be so self centered and careless as to let their home be ransacked and everything they owned be stolen as well as lose $5000. He had never laid a finger on Lexi before, he didn’t believe in it, but that evening all her could see was red. So that evening the neighborhood resounded with the pitiful cries and wailing of Lexi as her husband Mark laid into her round little bottom with a terrible fervor.

After that things changed a lot for Lexi. To begin with Mark sold her car. They needed the money and it was luxury his wife neither needed nor deserved after the way she had behaved. Then he sold the McMansion. It was a wreck after all. The property was sold to the district and the house was eventually bulldozed. The pool part alone was retained and turned into a neighborhood rec center for the local kids.

Deeply in debt now, Lexi and Mark moved into the little one bedroom ranch style house on the other side of Carla. They furnished it with cheap furniture from thrift stores and garage sales. A maid service was out of the question of course now, so Lexi had to handle all of the cleaning. Likewise as they were unable to afford new major appliances, like a washer and dryer, she was forced to learn how to wash clothes by hand and hang them in the back yard to dry like they did in the old days.

Even worse, with her fabulous wardrobe gone and no money available to replace it, Lexi had to borrow more clothes from Carla’s niece in exchange for helping her around her house. The irony of the way she was now working as Carla’s maid after she had initially tried to hire her for the same job was not lost on Lexi. She knew clearly how far she had fallen. Dressed in childish hand-me-downs and well worn sneakers rather than the fancy designer clothing and heels she used to wear, she found it hard to act superior to the other women in the neighborhood, particularly as most of them dressed better than she did now and almost all of them knew she was now routinely having her heiny spanked when she was naughty.

Her bad day was something she would never forgot, it was the day her true character was exposed, and all her affectations stripped away. Eventually Lexi grew used to being just a simple lower middle class housewife and not a spoiled trophy wife. In time she and Carla even became friends and no one called her princess again.