<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_bIodWOIGPBxd8GG2nDz4ItvZ70/fit-in/1024x1024/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2016/05/09/805/n/1922398/419f82d8198b18a2_FFN_MMDIAZ_RITTER_K_EXC_582016_52048195/i/Krysten-Ritter-Bikini-Pictures-May-2016.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Renee Simone / Alice</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Four thirty in the afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Dirty deeds<br/><hr/><br/>“How's it going?” The rough male voice asked.<br/><br/>No hello.  No how're you.  Nothing so personal.  Such impersonal greetings grated upon Alice's nerves, especially when having to deal with the old, dusty cunt day after day, but she bit her tongue.<br/><br/>“How the fuck do you think it's going, prick?” She asked in as polite a way that was possible, the fake accent dropped in the cover of the dark corner.<br/><br/>The man laughed on the other end, an annoying little chuckle that only added to her aggravation.  “That bad, huh sweetheart?” He asked, that raspy, edginess sending a shiver down her spine to hear it.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned about the pool area, noting that she was all alone in the far corner of the area, tucked away in the shadows of the pool area.  Just another person making a private phone call at first glance.  Just someone who wants a bit of privacy, whispering in a hushed little tone through the speaker.  Appearances were everything.<br/><br/>“I'm about to take that fucking cane and shove it up her ass.” Alice said, keeping her eyes on alert.  “If she hits me one more motherfucking time... “<br/><br/>Again her contact laughed.  “Any progress?”<br/><br/>A deep exhale came.  “No.” She admitted.  “She's keeping an eye on me, watching me wherever I go in her place.”<br/><br/>“What's she doing now?”<br/><br/>“It's her Rocco time.”<br/><br/>Another chuckle.  “Jeezus.  That old hag is still getting some, huh?”<br/><br/>“You have no idea.” She said, trying like hell to suppress the memory of the sounds of the old woman and her 'personal trainer' from reaching the forefront of her mind.<br/><br/>“Keep at it, hun.” The voice said.  “You'll find it.”<br/><br/>And then the line was gone, ended with a soft click.  No goodbye.  Nothing.<br/><br/>For a moment, Alice looked at the phone in her palm, her fingers squeezing the little piece of technology with a rising anger and frustration.  Her one little moment of herself, gone.  “Stupid son of a bitch.” She muttered to herself as she retreated back to her lounge seat.  “You can fucking do it yourself, you dumb asshole.”<br/><br/>She sat herself down, pulling the towel over her bikini-clad lower half.  The goal was on her mind.  The endgame.  If she found the jewels and money that the old woman had hidden away, she could be rich, never having to worry about money ever again, never having to subject herself to such a demeaning, draining job like this.<br/><br/>Be strong, she told herself, pushing the dark sunglasses up her face.  Be strong.