Lots of Love, Bimbosuckle.
Prolouge
Whoever said that life was easy for pretty people had never met Meagan Brewer. When Meagan was just a year and a half old, her father had gone out to pick up some diapers for his baby girl. On the way home his Toyota Camry was side struck by a truck driver who fell asleep at the wheel. The officers told her mother that he was killed instantly by the collision, and didnt suffer any pain. That really never offered Meagans mother any comfort, as she was never the same person again after that fateful night.
Meagans father had owned his own laundromat, and left behind nothing but unpaid loans to his widowed wife after his death. Mrs. Brewer was forced to file for bankruptcy six months after her husbands death. Left alone, with no close family to lean on, and a hungry infant daughter, she was lucky enough to find a job as a live in maid for an older couple in nearby Beverly Hills.
Seventeen years late, Meagan is about to graduate from Beverly Hills High School, if she is lucky. You see, Meagan has never been the smartest girl in Beverly Hills. Its not that she is stupid, but she has never had the pedigree of Lawyer and Doctor heritage that so many teens at BHHS were so lucky to have. Her mother also could never afford the high paid tutors that all of the other kids in school had. On top of her academic woes, Meagan was never exactly accepted by her peers. She didnt have the same flashy clothes, brand new sports cars, and unlimited credit cards that all of her peers had enjoyed since birth.
One thing that Meagan did have though, was beauty. She was a pretty short girl, only about five feet tall, but from her long and curly blonde locks, to her dimples, and perfect figure, Meagan was certainly easy on the eyes. All of the boys adored her, even if she was the white trash that their parents had raised them to despise. However, Meagan never allowed herself to hook up with them. She never wanted to let down her guard, let someone in, and have them laugh at her lifestyle that she was so ashamed of.
Her good looks had also never left her popular with the other girls at BHHS. They were jealous of the looks Meagan received from all the boys at school. The mean girls were relentless in trying to do whatever it took to ruin Meagans day, sometimes even going so far as to make her cry. They called her a SLUT everyday behind her back and to her face, and made up rumors that she was easy and would give head to any dick that was placed in front of her pouty lips. In the lunchroom, every month or so Meagan would have her lunch knocked out of her hands by some of the girls on the field hockey team. They would laugh at her as she picked up her dirty food off the floor. They would call her poor little piggy for eating the food off the floor. But Meagan had no other option other than to go hungry, as she never had enough money for more than one lunch.
With only three more months left of school Meagan wanted to just get through the last few classes and get her degree. Then maybe she could pursue her secret dreams of being a model and forget all about the meaningless bullying that she was always the victim of at BHHS.
Then, one day after class, Meagan saw a large group of about fifty boys and girls standing in a big group in the hallway. They were all laughing hysterically and pointing at something that Meagan couldnt see from where she was standing. Usually Meagan would have just lowered her head and walked by the large crowd, but she needed to cut through them to get to her locker.
As she pushed and shoved her way into the middle of the crowd, she couldnt believe what she saw. Her heart started to beat uncontrollably and she stopped breathing as she saw what all the kids were laughing at. Taped to her locker was a blonde blow up doll with dildos stuffed in its various holes. Written in lipstick on the forehead of the doll was Meagans name, and on the chest she read DUMB LITTLE BIMBO.
As she turned around her green eyes started to fill with tears, as many of the girls from the field hockey team were taking her picture next to the sex doll. In that moment Meagan would have rather been dead than to have been the victim of such ruthless torture. The next thing she remembered she was being taken away by the principal, and was being comforted in her office.
That was Meagan Brewers last day of school. The mean girls had won, they had broken her spirit, and she was never going to go back again.
Meagan thought her life was over, and now she was going nowhere fast, especially without a high school degree. At least her mother was able to find her a connection to a new mansion in Malibu that was looking for a full time live in maid. Now that Meagan was 18, she was not getting all of the benefits from the government that she had received since her fathers death. So she knew that she had to think seriously about accepting this job offer.
The owner was offering to pay her $800 dollars a week, along with full access to live in the housekeeping wing of the estate. All depending on whether or not she passed an interview with him.
Meagan took all $43 she had saved up to buy a presentable outfit and make the trip to Malibu, if she didnt get the job, she didnt know if she would even be able to afford to make it back home. She kissed her mother goodbye, and headed off to the address she was given. She didnt know what lay ahead of her, but she had a feeling that her life was about to change.
CHAPTER 1
Matt Marx was not your typical 25 year old man. He was born and raised in Virginia, where his father had made a killing as CFO of GEICO when the majority shares of the insurance company were sold to the Berkshire Hathaway company in 1994. Just under one billion dollars to be exact. Needless to say when it came time for Matt to go to college at USC, his parents had decided to give him complete control over his 150 million dollar trust fund. Matt went on to major in Psychology at USC, and minored in Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. He wrote his senior year research paper on the effects of Cognitive Displacement Therapy, an experimental process he was very interested in. His paper was not well accepted by the psychological community, as the mental displacement of his patients was seen to be too extreme and unstable.
Recognizing that he could not gain the respect of his peers in the mainstream psychological world, Matt went off to take a few years off to soul search. What better way to do so then to buy a 24 million dollar mansion in Malibu. The new scenery was a welcome change for Matt, and he put about 2 million dollars into renovating the new estate to make it his own. The only problem that he faced with owning his own property was that he could never seem to keep the entire place clean, and over the past year it has gotten to the point where he knew that he would need to look at hiring a live in maid to keep it clean 24/7.
Thats where this girl Meagan Brewer came in, if she was able to pass his interview. She was due at his estate in 30 minutes. So Matt freshened up and sat on the couch reading going over some of his dissertations as he waited for her to show up.
*Ding Dong, rang the doorbell at the front door. Meagan couldnt believe that she was standing on the steps of the most beautiful mansion she had ever laid her eyes on. As she nervously waited for someone to answer the door, she tapped her black high heels rapidly on the doorstep. She checked to make sure her dress was on just so, and adjusted her bra. This guy was taking forever to answer the door.
As Meagan waited outside, Matt saw her for the first time when he checked the security monitor on the inside of the front door. Even just from the small image of the petite blonde who stood on the other side of the door, Matt could already tell that she was beautiful. Right then and there he knew that he had already made up his mind, he had to have her, there was no way he could pass up an opportunity, he knew that she was indeed the perfect girl for what he was looking for.
Good morning, I am Mr. Marx, you must be Meagan. Matt said as he opened the massive door.
Yes I am, pleased to meet you Meagan said sheepishly as she shook the mans hand. His handshake was firm and strong, but instantly had a way of calming down the nervous girl.
Why dont you sit down on the couch over there and make yourself comfortable, I just need to finish up in the other room and I will be right back. Would you like something to drink?
No I am alright, thank you very much though. Meagan said as she took a seat on the beautiful leather couch. Indeed she was thirsty, but she did not want to come across as unprofessional. This was a job interview after all, and she didnt want to make herself too comfortable.
A few minutes passed before Matt entered entered the room where Meagan was waiting patiently. He set down a tall glass of milk in front of Meagan, and then sat down on a chair next adjacent to the couch where Meagan was sitting.
Oh, I didnt ask for milk, but thanks for offering. Meagan said as Matt took a long sip from his cup of coffee.
I know, but I would have felt selfish going to make myself some tea and coming back empty handed.
Thank you that was thoughtful. Meagan said as she took a sip of the cold milk, it was refreshing after her journey to Malibu on a hot transit bus.
I am afraid I have some bad news for you Meagan, I forgot to tell your mothers agency, but yesterday I actually filled the position that you were applying for. I no longer am searching for a maid, but I can pay you for the time you took to come out here.
Meagan tried to hide her disappointment, but this news hit her like a ton of bricks. What was she going to do? This was her one chance at avoiding complete homelessness, and now she doesnt even have a chance to do an interview for the job. Her emotions quickly started to get the best of her, she was always so bad at showing what she was truly feeling inside. Her breathing picked up pace and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Matt, being a trained psychologist, had no trouble picking up on these signs of distress. Meagan was about to lose it right here on this strangers couch.
Oh. Well. Thats quite alright. I appreciate you being direct with me. I... I... I guess I will just be going. Meagan said, trying to hold back the water works.
Actually Meagan, if you are interested I might have another employment opportunity available for you. Matt said as he produced a large pile of papers from a binder that Meagan had not noticed he had been holding. You see, I am a specialist in Cognitive Dispacement Therapy, or CDT, and I have been looking for some new research subjects to feature in one of my new dissertations. If you are interested, you can read over some of this paperwork. It pays $1,000 a week. The study will last 12 weeks, and I would even be willing to let you stay in the guest house until you are able to get on your feet here in Malibu.
You want me to be your guinea pig? Meagan asked as she took the pile of papers from Matts hands.
No haha, no not at all. I simply want to try some new therapy practices on a few new patients, but since this type of therapy is not accepted as of right now by the psychological association, I cannot charge patients for the therapy yet. At least not until my dissertation is approved. After that patients will be paying me $2,000 for a single session.
Oh, so you just want to be my therapist? I suppose thats a great offer isnt it? Well, how often will I need to go to therapy? Meagan said as she dried the tears from her eyes and her breathing returned to normal.
You got it, of course it is all up to you. I do not want to put you in a position that makes you feel uncomfortable. If you wish to leave, the door is right behind you. I would be pleased to pay you $100 for your time here, and I will have my driver bring you back home. Matt offered.
Meagan did not even need time to think about it, if she went home she knew that there might not be anywhere for her to go, and there certainly wouldnt be any employment opportunities that would pay her as well as this. Mr. Marx had a way of making her feel safe and calm. The way he talked and looked into her eyes with his deep blue eyes. She felt secure in her decision.
When do I start? Meagan said jokingly.
Well I will just need you to sign a few papers, then I can set you up in the Guest House and we can do your first therapy session later on this afternoon if you want! Matt said, excited that the girl was doing this the easy way.
Meagan grabbed the large pile of papers, and read the first contract. It was something to do with doctor patient confidentiality. Then she went on to the second of about fourteen contracts that laid in front of her. She signed the second contract, and then the remaining twelve, without reading through them. She trusted this man, finally she thought that maybe good things could happen to good people.
Here you go sir. Meagan said as she handed the papers over to Matt.
Thank you very much Meagan. Now finish your milk. Matt said matter of factly as he neatly placed the papers back into his binder.
What? Meagan said, thinking that she heard him wrong.
I said finish your milk Meagan, we do not want it to go bad just sitting there.
Oh, true that makes sense. said Meagan sheepishly as she chugged down the rest of her childish beverage. Something seemed off about the tone that Matt had used to tell her to finish the milk, but what the hell, he was paying her $1,000 a week after all. She instantly felt a comforting fullness immediately after finishing her milk.
Good girl said Matt. Looking at the cute and petite young girl that sat in front of him. You are even more cute in person than in pictures. Said Matt
This took Meagan by surprise, how had he gotten her picture? She assumed maybe that her mother had sent him a picture of her before setting up this interview. Still, it was unsettling. All she could think to say was, Thank you sir.
No problem Meggy, so do you want to know more about some of the papers that you just signed? Matt said as he inched closer to the girl.
Sure, but please I much rather prefer to be called Meagan. she said. She was starting to feel really tired, and covered her mouth as she let out a long and exhausted yawn.
Thats too bad, I much rather Meggy. So where were were? he asked.
But Meagan couldnt remember what they were talking about, all she could think about was that milk she drank, she was feeling really drowsy. She thought maybe she was having an allergic reaction.
I think I need to lay down, I do not feel so good. The young girl said as her eyelids began to flutter.
Not just yet Meggy, we were talking about those papers you signed. You see the first few were just some basic therapeutic clearance papers, but the last few were a bit more creative. You see you just signed yourself into my guardianship until I see fit, stating that you are no longer able to care for yourself, and have also considered causing yourself some bodily harm due to a deep depression that stems from past traumatic experiences. Given your background, I think you already know that its quite a believable story. Essentially you are mine, until I have made you into what I want you to be. This is the first day of the rest of your life Meagan Brewer.
Meagan tried to keep her eyes open. She didnt believe that what she just heard was true. She thought maybe she was dreaming. She tried to stand up and nearly fell on the floor, but luckily Matt was there to catch her and lay her back down on the couch.
But.. But... I... You... So tired... was all that Meagan could manage to say in her state of mind.
Dont worry my pet, you are safe now, and you are going to be a lot happier after I am done with you. Matt said as he reached for a blanket and tucked her in.
...to be continued... maybe ; )
