Second Hand Luxury

Jen had always been a very generous person, always giving to charity and raising money for some cause or another. She could never seem to resist helping someone less fortunate than her. It had gotten to the point that she was usually pretty broke.

That was what lead her to shopping at a second hand clothes store. She was browsing the endless racks of clothes looking for something that would either actually fit her or was in good enough condition. As she was about to give up she found the coat, she was about to skip right by it because it represented so many of the things she fought passionately against. But as her hand brushed the thick fur she paused, it felt so soft and luxurious. It couldn’t hurt to try it on, just for the experience, she would never think of buying something so extravagant.

As she pulled on the coat on Jen felt a little light headed, the coat felt wonderful wrapped around her, like it belonged there. She had to have it, who cares what it cost, she needed it, she deserved it. Realising she didn’t have enough money in her account to actually buy it, she took it to the counter and proceeded to use the proceeds of the bake sale she had organised earlier in the week to pay for it. It didn’t even cross her mind how wrong it was until she had done it, she just had to have the coat and nothing would stop her.

Walking out of the shop wearing the coat Jen felt a pang of guilt, how could she do such a thing? That money was for the city’s homeless. But then she had another thought that overpowered her guilt. she had done so much for the less fortunate, it was kind of a reward. Why shouldn’t she get to enjoy some of the finer things in life?

That single thought quickly started to permeate into every part of her being. Causing her desires to shift away from good and charitable things towards more self-indulgent pleasures. She gained a love of fine wine, designer clothes and expensive jewellery. Before long she was barely recognisable as the sweet charitable girl that she had been. 

Instead Jennifer, as she now preferred to be known had become a cold hearted bitch, unconcerned with charity or the less fortunate. She lusted after money and wealth, making sure she only rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous, making sure she had the best opportunity to snag herself a wealthy benefactor to support the extravagant lifestyle that she craved.

Soon enough she was being supported by several pathetic fools, drawn in with steamy affairs from their boring shrew like wives they were soon eating out of her hands spending their hard earned money paying for her penthouse apartment, luxury sports car and weekly salon trips just for a chance at another steamy romp. Too bad they would have to put up the cash first.