"Plastic Stripper" part5 (Patreon)

 ..."I'll show you mom, just watch me get a job." Tiffany said as she stared at the address on the Pink Diamond add. Tiffany was dreading when Tom got off work. She didn't want to text him and tell him what happened. She knew he'd react badly.
Suddenly her door opened and Tom pushed his way into her room. "Tom?" she said surprised. "Why are you off so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Tom said. "You're mom called my work and told me what happened. We were slow so they let me leave early. When were you planning on telling me?"
Tiffany deflated. "My fucking mom! That bitch. I was going to tell you when you got off I swear..." Tom sat down on her bed and shook his head. "I can't believe you lost your job Tiffany, this isn't good. I can't have a girlfriend who is broke all the time."
"I'm getting a new job, I swear. I already have an interview at a jewelry shop tonight." she said as she looked into Tom's hazel eyes. Tom was fairly attractive. He was thin and extremely tall. His hair was a dirty blonde and his jaw was well defined. She wasn't always sure what Tom saw in her.
"That's good I guess. You better get this job I mean it." Tom said.
"I will, I promise babe."
"Good," he said as he leaned in and kissed her. "Now that shit is over why don't we fuck? I've been waiting all day." Tom said as he groped her small breasts through her Arbys uniform.
"Tom...." she said as he continued and began to kiss her neck. "Tom, no. I'm not in the mood tonight. I lost my job." she said firmly.
"I don't care, I am in the mood." he said as his hand dropped lower and pressed between her legs. She shoved his hand away. "Tom I said no! Okay? I'm sorry but not tonight!"
"Jesus, what the fuck is your problem?" Tom demanded as he got up full of anger.
"Just not tonight okay? Is there anyway you can drive me to my interview?"
"Hell no. Especially now. Find your own way there. Take the bus or something. I'm leaving." Tom said as he moved towards the door.
"Tom wait! You want me to get a job but you won't drive me to my interview?"
"Its not my problem you lost it in the first place." he said as he turned towards her. He then stepped out of her door. She sat silently hoping he would come back when she heard her door slam and his car peel out of her driveway.
"Prick." she muttered...