Chapter 2
The Shitty Apartment
As Michelle walked home from her successful job interview she thought about her
life. Here she was a 19yr old pathetic whore whose only passion in life was to
make her self miserable. All future goals or plans revolved around that. No
decisions were mad without first making sure they cause or difficulty or at the
very least inconvenience. This new job would cause her lots of problems. She
would miss many of her classes because of it, making school that much harder.
She smiled to herself thinking about how much her feet already hurt. Anyone's
would simply standing in these four inch stiletto heels that were uncomfortable
by design, and doubly so since michelle had gotten them two sizes two small. She
had too walk three miles to her job, and now had another three back. And She
would be making this trip almost everyday. Compound that with having o waitress
for 10 hours in them. Michelle denied herself the privilege of a car. She was
just a cunt and should have to walk everywhere she goes. If ever she had to go
really far, she would to find another way, which was also fine, since she
enjoyed having problems. She smiled to herself as she thought about how most
people would make sure to wear comfy shoes in her situations. She of course
wouldn't and purposely had none. All she wore was stiletto high heels, all
minimum three inches, all uncomfortable to simply stand in let alone walk in. In
fact none of her clothes were comfortable. She had made appoint a couple years
ago to throw out anything comfy or slightest bit enjoyable to wear. Her entire
wardrobe, which was pretty, small since she didn't feel she really deserved one,
was chosen for its discomfort. This is not always easy to do in clothes, as most
clothes are designed to well and feel good. But with some creativity, she
managed to buy incorrect sizes, and materials that were cheap or irritating to
her skin to complete her wardrobe. And if anything looked too good on her she
wouldn't get. Only clothes that looked cheap and trashy were acceptable. She
wanted people, especially guys to look at her and think fucktoy. It was
important that they never had respect for her, that they thought poorly of her
from the start. She would of course do her part to encourage them to degrade her
anyway, but the more things about her that said "whore" the more likely she
would attract guys who would trat her like one. You see michelle decided a bout
a year ago that one of her primary goals was to find a truly self centered
egotistical arrogant unfaithful, womanizing, woman hating stupid ugly son of
bitch with nothing to offer who she could completely devout herself too and in
return her he would use and abuse her, take advantage of her any every way
possible and otherwise treat her worse then dog shit on the bottom of his shoe.
This was her dream man. Until Mr awful came along she would have to be just be
content being used by anyone that wanted her.
As michelle approached her apartment she could see the decrepit building a few
blocks away. When she first came down to college she searched hard to find the
crappiest apartment. Many of the tenants were from HUD and paid nothing or only
a nominal rent. Michelle pays 600 a month. The rent was only 400 but she
pleaded how bad she wanted to stay there, and the landlord was only to nice to
increase her rent to 500, and then , he bumped it up a couple more times as she
continued to assure him how much sh loved the place. To any ones standards but a
hobos, it was a dump. There was no air conditioning and the place sweltered and
stunk in the summer. She found out in the winter that the heat didn't always
work either. On the initial walkthrough she had noticed a musty stench
throughout the apartment. By the time she walked though the living area into the
bedroom, she saw a couple of roaches, several spiders an webs, and one mouse.
There was mold in serval places ,especially in the bathroom. Nobody had bothered
to even try and clean this place for a showing. It was dark and decrepit. And It
was perfect for her. She deserved to live in filth and pay a premium price for
it. She had signed the lease that day.
She walked up the dimly lit three flights of stairs to her apartment. Several
babies could be heard crying from various apartments. She went into her
apartment near exhaustion. She felt like collapsing on the floor and sleeping
for a couple of years. OF course even though she had nothing to do she wouldn't
allow herself.
