Camille's New Residency Ch. 01

Camille woke up with a jolt from her door slamming shut, albeit a very slow one.. The sun was shining through her window into her face, forcing her eyes to adjust for a bit before she got a look at the mess that was her dorm room. Dirty clothes, empty wine bottles and scattered notebooks and papers lay strewn around the floor, but she barely even noticed it since it had been piling up during the weeks since *that* happened. Camille got up to sit on the bedside, noticing that she wasn't wearing a thing. "Strange" she thought to herself. She always went to bed wearing at least a night shirt. As she sat and tried to orient herself, a pounding headache suddenly made itself known, so she started rubbing her temples.

While looking down she spotted a used condom, and suddenly her current clothing situation, headache and her waking because of her door slamming shut started to make sense. Fragmented memories of a night out at a bar with her girl friends came back to her. She had gotten way too drunk once again, staying past the time her friends went home, and let the first guy who seemed the slightest bit interested take her home and fuck her. She didn't even remember his name or his face. Camille shakily rose to her feet, plugged her dead phone into the charger and went to the bathroom to bin the condom and get some water to try and fix her headache.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Camille just felt sorry for herself. It had only been a few weeks since she ruined everything for herself, but it had started to show, big time. She looked at her tall figure, noticing that her usually toned physique had started to slip away as a result of several weeks of binge drinking during the nights, and inactivity during the days. Her long, blonde hair was in disarray and full of tousles, in contrast to how immaculate and straight she usually kept it. Lipstick and mascara was smeared around her mouth and her eyes.

At this point it didn't really faze her though, so she just started tidying herself up a bit while drinking what felt close to a gallon of water. While washing up she heard her phone starting to buzz intensely as it got back to life. She secretly dreaded looking at videos on snapchat of what kinds of wacky shit she had gotten up to last night, even though she portrayed herself as a happy-go-lucky party girl that couldn't care less about the fact the she had failed the end of term exam during her first year in med school, thrice. Meaning that she was unable to continue her studies until she had passed it. Meaning that the next time she was able to try passing it would be in almost half a year.

Also meaning that it would be her last attempt before she got permanently blocked from completing med school. The mere thought of it sent her mind into a dark spiral that she was all too familiar with, and as a response she swiftly pressed her palms as hard as she could over her ears and started humming the first melody she could think of in order to distract herself. "God damn it I'm such a wreck" she muttered out loud. Still without getting dressed, she picked up her phone and started going through messages she had received since her phone died some time last night. In the snapchat group with her friends she watched herself being an expert at maintaining the facade of being a gone wild party girl that didn't care about exams, all while getting progressively more drunk and obnoxious. The last video was of her outside the bar, sloppily making out with a man who's age probably doubled that of her 21 years as he squeezed her plump ass through her jeans, but Camille barely felt shame about such things anymore.

Besides some more messages about the night prior and a text from her parents asking how she was doing in school, Camille saw that she had gotten a text from the section of student housing. Her heart dropped.

*"Dear Camille! We have been informed that you have failed to complete sufficient amounts of your studies during the last year to be eligible for continued student housing and study grants. We regret to inform you that this means we will have to ask you to move out of your dorm room in order to provide housing for another student. You have two weeks to evacuate your room.

Best regards."*

Camille was in shock. She was going to be homeless. And broke. Of course, she could probably have asked her parents to help her out. They weren't overly wealthy, but could probably pay for her rent while she got a chance at studying for the next attempt to pass her exam, but there was just one problem. They had no idea that she had failed her exam in the first place. Camille had postponed telling them about it for too long now, and she wasn't about to show them how imperfect their perfect daughter was either.

Camille put on a pair of thongs and a t-shirt several sizes too large before she went out into the common kitchen area to brew some coffee and get breakfast.

"Holy shit Camille, you look like you just woke up!" exclaimed Adam, a male student in her dorm that was slightly younger than her, as he spotted her from the common sofa.

"Yeah so what?" Camille grunted.

"It's 14:00 on a tuesday" Adam muttered in feigned disbelief.

Damn, he was right. Adam tried his luck at getting some more words out of her while she was making breakfast, but failed miserably. After shuffling back to her room, Camille booted up her laptop and immediately went on facebook to look for cheap housing in her area. While scrolling, she gradually got a sinking feeling in her belly as every housing option that wasn't dedicated student housing was insanely expensive. Lots of people were commenting way before her, and it looked like every one of them had full time jobs to pay for the rent. Her lifestyle of constantly going out to bars had left her bank balance at just 50 dollars, meaning that she'd probably be the last choice as a tenant.

Just before tearing up and freaking out over the whole situation, she found something that made her eyes flare up. *"Cheap housing in a large central villa, only girls need apply."* read a post written by a woman named Ellie. Camille immediately shot away a message explaining her current situation in more explicit detail than she probably had needed to. After hitting "send" she hastily devoured her breakfast, and went back to her bed to take a much needed nap, she was still hung over like crazy.

When Camille woke up it was almost sun down. "Another day wasted on being hungover" she thought to herself as she went over to her computer to check on facebook for housing once again. She immediately noticed that the woman with the post about housing in a villa had replied to her, which sent her mind into overdrive.

*"Hi Camille! I'm sorry to hear about your situation, and I would like to help you out! Could you make it over to my place today in order to conduct an interview? As you might realize, there have been a great number of people that have shown interest, and I'm trying to make sure that I get along with the person that I'm choosing."*

"Of course, I can be there anytime you want if it's not too late?" Camille replied thinking that she probably had slept through her chance. Her message was read almost instantly, and Ellie replied "It's no problem, but get here as soon as you can!".

"Fuck!" Camille thought out loud, as she realized that she would have to conduct an interview hungover. She almost lept from the laptop, and started getting into a proper outfit. She settled on a black skirt that went down past her knees and a white button up shirt before hurrying out of the dorm in order to catch the first bus there. The address was only about 15 minutes away, way more central than her cheap dorm.

Camille got off the bus at the station she usually got off at when she was going out drinking, and started walking towards the nearby block of villas advertised. It was a strange feeling walking there, as she had never had a reason being in that area due to her not knowing anyone with enough funds to live in a house of the caliber that she was passing by. After a short stroll she found herself in front of the gates to a large, white villa which matched the picture in the advertisement. Camille opened the metal gates, needlessly worried about damaging anything expensive. She walked along the paved path, noticing the well kept garden on her sides thinking about how surreal it would be to live here, imagining about "cheap" housing actually could mean someone living like this. Just as she was about to ring the bell beside the carved wooden door, the door flung ajar and a girl aged about the same as Camille stormed out the door with a trodden down look on her face, not acknowledging Camille's existence.. Camille rang the bell out of politeness, and went inside.

"Hello? I'm here for the interview?" ecalled out into the empty hallway.

"Hang on, I'm coming!" rang a melodic voice back in reply.

Camille removed her shoes as she heard footsteps closing in on her. Rounding the corner, the woman from facebook made herself known with a charming smile. She had dark brown hair arranged into a single braid that reached down past her shoulder blades.

"Hi there! Are you Camille by any chance?"

"That's right, I'm guessing you're Ellie?" Camille replied nervously.

"Right you are! Come with me and we'll get seated." She was way shorter than she seemed in her picture, Camille noticed. She was at most 5'5", more than half a foot shorter than Camille's 6 feet. She was wearing a stylish burgundy evening dress, the likes of which students like Camille only wore on fancier student dinner parties. Suddenly Camille was worried that she had under dressed for the occasion.

Camille followed Ellie into the living room, which was decorated with several exotic plants, paintings covering the walls, and in the far corner of the large room sat a sofa and three arm chairs facing a TV that was wider than Camille's bathroom. In the middle of the room, a coffee table was set up with two expensive looking chairs facing each other, where Camille and the strange woman sat down.

"First off, my full name is Eleonore, but I'd prefer if you call me Ellie. I'm 34 years old, and have had several students living with me before, so I'm not new to this." She studied Camille intently while speaking.

"I read the message you sent me, and it really resonated with me. I kind of prioritize people that are in special need of housing you know, which already nets you some bonus points. However, you kind of have to tell me a bit more about yourself. I really want to make sure that any eventual housemates and I get along well", she explained in a joking manner. Camille sat silent for a while, pondering what she could say to make Ellie like her.

"Well, as I wrote to you, I'm a med student currently in my second year, and due to me not passing the first year exam now for a while I'm not eligible to continue my studies, and..."

"Shush you, stupid" Ellie laughed. "I already know all that through what you told me earlier today. Tell me about why you kept failing instead of devoting your life to succeeding, tell me about your faults as a human being, and tell me about who Camille really is" she continued, smiling devilishly while maintaining an almost frightening intensity of eye contact.

Camille trevored in her seat. She hadn't been expecting to jump into these kinds of topics during a housing interview.

"Well... I suppose I just kind of didn't live up to my own expectations after failing for the first time. From there on I guess I just kind of kept on postponing studying due to my own tendency to ignore things that aren't perfect about myself...". Camille's voice wavered slightly as she all of a sudden said out loud what she had refused to accept with herself for a long time.

"Interesting...so I guess you haven't asked any loved ones for help either? From fear of looking less than perfect in their eyes?" Ellie asked, piercing Camille's soul with her gaze.

"Well... yes kind of what you just said." Camille muttered sheepishly, amazed and taken off guard by how this woman was able to guess so much about her personal life.

From there on the two continued discussing Camille's spiral from a good student to the alcoholic slut she had admittedly become, in way more depth than Camille would have thought herself comfortable with. There was just something with Ellie's way of speaking and being that made her pour her heart out, not necessarily out of trust, but seemingly out of obligation. One that she happily fulfilled.

After about half an hour of conversation about Camille's life Ellie silently rose from her seat to fetch a bottle of red wine and two glasses, and gestured for Camille to move onto the nearby sofa. Camille did as she was nonverbally told to do, mentally exhausted as she was, and just slouched down into the awaiting pillows. Soon, the shorter woman elegantly walked into the living room again, placing the two glasses on the table in front of the sofa and poured the glasses to the brim. Camille instinctively grabbed the glass and downed it within 15 seconds, welcoming the sensation..

Ellie watched her sternly for a while, before coldly remarking that Camille had just drank 80 dollars worth of wine. Camille froze in terror, thinking that she had angered her possible landlord. Cringing at the thought that the glass had cost more than was in her entire account at the time. Kept her demeanor for a few seconds, before cracking a slightly mocking smile.

"It's no problem, do you want a refill?"

Camille nodded in shame, to which Ellie responded by pouring the glass to the brim again, then walking away to fetch another bottle.

"If you're in economic trouble, which I'm guessing you are due to your lifestyle and predicament, I'll have you know that the rent is negotiable, and I could even get you a part time job if you want to" Ellie explained calmly to Camille, suddenly jumping back to talking about the living situation.

Slightly disoriented from the quick change of topics and the buzz of the wine Camille replied: "What do you mean negotiable?". She was intrigued to see what Ellie meant.

"Well, it means that the rent could be everything from us working out a payment plan until you can pay it in full, to you living here for free. We'll just see how well we get along." Ellie said, smirking at the taller girl. Camille could barely believe what she was hearing. Free? Well, she'd just have to get along well with Ellie then, wouldn't she?. Camille sat up straight, continuing the conversation with a new found spark. From there evening progressed with Camille getting more and more drunk with continuous refills of the wine glass, while Ellie barely finished her first glass.

Ellie continued probing deeper into Camille's psyche, dwelling on the subjects of how Camille was too ashamed of her own shortcomings to ask her friends and family for help, or even let them know what she was going through. It hurt saying those things out loud, but Ellie just had a way about her that made it so easy for Camille to pour her heart out. The wine probably helped as well.

Ellies gradually progressed into more private conversation topics as she expertly timed the conversation with how drunk she was allowing Camille to become by pouring her refills.

"Or maybe it's girls that make you tick...?" she added.

Camille laughed out loud at the questions.

"Nah dick's always been my main thing. Sure I hooked up with like two girls a while back but that is it, I swear. Doesn't even really matter what size of dick it is, I just wanna suck 'em all!!" Camille blurted out, laughing, not thinking twice about how she had gone from a nervous mess obsessed about her economic and housing situation to this in just a few hours.

Ellie's thighs tensed up a little bit in satisfaction at the thought of Camille having been with both guys and girls, she didn't really expect her to put up so little in terms of resistance.

"Oh really? So girls are no good to you any more is what you're saying?" Ellie teased and locked eyes with Camille, somehow making her presence on the couch larger than it should have been able to be.

Camille's eyes widened. She hadn't at all gotten the impression that Ellie was hitting on her until now, and the sudden realization that she had been over sharing and getting way too drunk with a mysterious stranger made her blush. Now that she thought about it, Ellie really was kind of a cutie. And she'd never tried being with an older woman before. So what stopped her, she thought. It's not like it'd hurt her chances of living here for free anyways, she thought.

Camille's posture shifted in the couch, from slouched back with her head reclined on the pillows, to her well practiced "sexy" pose, slightly leaning into her conversation partner, pushing her small chest as far forward as herback could muster.

Ellie laughed out loud at Camilles a bit too obvious response to someone showing sexual interest in her, she could really tell that Camille must be mentally down deep in the dirt in order to respond to suddenly. "Perfect", Ellie thought to herself, getting a bit aroused by the look of the beautiful, blonde girl she had gotten to stay the night drinking with her.

"You're a bit of a slut, aren't you?" Ellie said out loud, not intending for Camille to answer as she forcibly kissed her, letting her tongue explore deep into Camille's mouth before abruptly interrupting the kiss just as Camille had time to think about reciprocating.

Camille blushed, her body shivering in sudden pleasure both at both the unexpected and forced kiss and it being interrupted way too soon. However, the degrading words made her tingle in a way she hadn't anticipated either. She didn't know how to respond. Camille had actually taken slight offense at being blatantly slut shamed like that by a stranger, but the way she had said it just kind of resonated with something in her.

Camille made sure to create some distance between the two of them, but Ellie had seen all she needed to see. For now. The night continued with Ellie interviewing Camille about her psyche and sex life, while Camille gradually starting to open up again, downing even more wine.

Camille couldn't tell how they got there again, but soon enough the two had their lips pressed together once more, Ellie probing deep into Camille's mouth with her tongue, and Camille just enjoying the attention. Ellie let her hand explore Camille's chest, easily fitting each breast in her hand. Camille moaned into Ellie's mouth, pushing her chest forward into her hand. After a while the intensity of the kissing and groping dwindled, as Camille had gotten really, really drunk. She had gone from horny drunk, to sleepy drunk. Soon the taller girl was slouched over Ellie's shoulder.

"The time is way too much now you know, you should probably stay the night, you're way too drunk to make it home safely" Ellie eventually told Camille as she gently pulled her up to a standing position, Camille barely being awake enough to understand what was being said.

"What do schou mean? What time ischt?" slurred the newly roused Camille.

"It's almost 2:30 AM", Ellie calmly replied.

"Oh damn, you probbly right" Camille said groggily and she supported herself on Ellies shoulder while being led to the bedroom. Ellie succumbed to temptation and let herself place one hand on Camille's breast, and the other on her firm buttocks, in a feigned attempt at keeping her upright.

Camille registered the sensations, but didn't think much of it, since it was similar to the way she was usually treated while being led home drunk.

They got to the bedroom where Camille instantly threw herself down on it and crawled beneath the covers.

"Silly girl, you're just gonna wake up in a pool of sweat if you sleep with your clothes on" Ellie laughed, but Camille ignored her words. With the lights still on, Ellie removed the cover that Camille had wrapped herself in and started removing Camille's clothing, standing back to admire the view of Camille in her lacey black bra and thongs for a while before removing those as well. She rested her eyes on the young girl's body, legs half spread and half asleep. Ellie especially enjoyed the sight of Camille's puffy, pink nipples contrasted against her tiny breasts.