I thought Arnie was just the cutest little thing, with his balding head, pot belly, and bulging billfold. Everything a girl could want, right? Weekend getaways to Cancun, spontaneous dinners at trendy restaurants, and thoughtful gifts. He liked buying me clothes that I needed to be poured into and flashy jewelry to punctuate my charms, and I certainly didn't complain about wearing them. I found it amusing how he got off on the jealous looks he received when we went out with me on his arm. Short and pudgy guy with a tall, leggy redhead at his side; it was cliche, but so the fuck what? We both were getting what we wanted in a mutual understanding. Besides, it’s not like it took much to make him happy in bed, you know. Ten minutes, tops.

That’s why I was actually quite ecstatic when he popped the question, despite the supposed societal disapproval. It was a quiet little affair in a Magistrate’s chamber in Miami. All nice and legal, like. Then, I was Mrs. Arnold Berkowitz, devoted bride and sole heir.

That doesn't mean I wanted to be wearing a black Vera Wang dress at the funeral four months later. Who knew they were serious about that “erections lasting more than eight hours” thing on the ads? Not many other people attended. Just his lawyer, Sid and his accountant, Bernie. Some Rabbi I had never met that glowered, and muttered something about “shiksa” as he passed me. Whatever. There was also this guy in a silk suit and tie who I’d never seen before either, with a huge slab-of-beef bodyguard hovering behind him. He introduced himself as Joseph Treadwell, a former business associate of Arnie’s, and offered his condolences. He didn’t introduce his shadow.

It wasn’t for a week or so later that I began to find out that Arnie was a true rat bastard. Sid and Bernie fessed up that he had decided that if he couldn’t take it with him, he would spend it all, and more, before he went. So, he had cashed in all his stocks, insurance, drained his retirement accounts and borrowed heavily against anything he couldn’t liquidate. Then he went on a spree of extravagance, spending money on anything that caught his eye, including Yours Truly.

The house I lived in, and thought I had inherited, had a second mortgage for more than it was worth. The Mercedes Benz SL convertible was leased. The credit cards were all at their limits. I was getting notices already from several finance companies. Okay, it was starting to look like declaring BK and washing my hands of the whole thing was the best option. After all, I was young and had my health and plenty of fish and all that shit.

I stuffed the Coach luggage with my best clothes and jewelry, booked a ticket to Aruba and called for an Uber to the airport. But, when the doorbell rang, it wasn’t some hipster in a Prius doing a side gig. It was Mr. Wall-o-flesh filling the whole doorframe. He glanced over the pile of leather bags, packed to go at the bottom of the staircase, and gave a half-smile that curled up the left corner of his thick lips and came nowhere near his eyes.

“Glad to see you’re packed already, Mrs. Berkowitz. Mr. Treadwell wants to see you,” he rumbled like a gravel crusher. He plucked the shoulder bag from me and gestured at the black Escalade in the driveway. “Shall we go?”

Gee, I wonder what Mr. Treadwell has in mind to get back his investment?

I'm looking for a short-to-medium term RP with a beginning, middle and end. I'd prefer to have some OOC discussion to set some limits and outline some plot points before fully jumping in, because I want to flirt with some really dubious consent themes. That said, I'd like to keep it somewhat sassy and lighthearted too, if that makes any sense...

Everything is better with paragraphs full of complete sentences, consistent past tense grammar, oxford commas, and chocolate syrup. Please remember, this is a character I'm playing, not really me, and appreciate the difference between "in scene" and "not in scene".

Yes please to witty banter, moderate stereotype tropes, rough play, and offers I can't refuse.

Nope to brutality, death, torture, and toilet play. Other kinks negotiable… tell me what you like; I’m not shy.

I'll try to reply to all polite responses, even if it's just a polite "no thanks." My older prompts can be found at r/DeeDeeDPP.