by Cristiano Caffieri
Being a pool cleaner was not Chuck’s ultimate goal in life but it paid the bills, and he was taking a correspondence course hoping to be a lawyer. The thing that really pissed him off was that three of his customers were ex-school friends, people that had done extremely well for themselves, and loved to flaunt it. As he cleaned the crud from their pools they’d sit drinking cocktails with a look of superiority on their faces, it made him want to crawl into a hole and just disappear.
To add to his misery, while he was trying to drum up some new business in an upscale area of Miami, he ran into a woman, who was not only at the same school, but who used to treat him like shit. He’d been madly in love with Angela Hayley, she knew it and she made his life an unbearable.
She treated him like a slave. He did her homework, carried her books and at her request, he wrote numerous love poems to her. These she passed around the school and everyone laughed at his mushy efforts, even the teachers.
When he rang the bell at the Swannington Mansion, dressed in his coveralls, the last person in the world he wanted to see to see was Angela. However, after the butler had asked him to step inside the marble vestibule, she came tripping down the Scarlet O’Hara staircase with a big smile on her face and her arms outstretched.
“O my god, Chuck Harris, I never ever thought I’d see you again,” she cried, and she gave him a big hug. The woman who used to gag if he sat across from her in the school cafeteria actually hugged him.
Over tea, she told him she had suffered terrible guilt over the way she used to treat him.
“I was a miserable little cunt,” back then, she sighed, “And yet for some reason you seemed to idolize me.”
“Oh well – that’s all in the past,” he said, trying to put a brave face on the situation.
“As a matter of fact, you could do me a great favor Chuck, we’re having a charity orgy tonight and we’re a man short, do you think, “ she paused and smiled, “after all I did to you at school, you could forgive and forget and agree to join us.”
The idea of f**king some of the rich bitches that made his job so difficult at times appealed to him. And of course – it was for charity.