Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... admission.

"Would you say you're interested in all this?"

"I feel like I would be treated just like any other girl he has," I told her. "I'm not just like any other one."

"You're going to go through all the same hurdles as the other girls, but you won't be just like them. Do you know what employee two means?"

I shook my head and said, "No, but I noticed everyone in the room stopped what they were doing when he announced that."

"Honey, it means you're destined to be second in command here. I'm going to keep running the books, but that spot has always been reserved for you if this moment ever came. When your brother watched you struggle from a distance, he told me one night if you ever walked in these doors, you were going to help run the place. Let me ask you, was he mean to you when you showed up?"

"He was being a jerk," I quickly replied defiantly.

"He was trying until the last minute to make you change your mind."

"Well, I told myself last night that if I showed up here, there would be no going back. Though, when he told me to take my clothes off, I thought twice about the entire thing."

"Most girls do," she told me. "It's all fun and games until their clothes have to come off. Most who come here don't even get passed that point. Half of those who get that far can't bring themselves to have sex with him."

"So," I began hesitantly, "he's had sex with every woman I've seen here today?"

Mom returned to her desk.

"Most of them, yes. Our ...

... clients initially call him and with the information he gathers, he picks the first girl for them. From there, if they want the same girl, they'll call the front desk. If they want someone knew, they call your brother."

I felt a tinge of jealousy building inside me.

"Does he still have sex with any of them?" I asked, sitting in the chair opposite Mom.

She looked at me, judging the reason for my question.

"No, the only reason he does it is so that he knows what he's recommending to his clients. Why?"

There was suspicion in her tone.

"I was just curious," I lied.

"How are you feeling now that the cat is out of the bag?" she asked, changing the subject quickly.

"It's a lot to take in, still. I want to do it, but it will take me a lot to get settled into this new world."

As I was getting up to leave, something occurred to me.

"What if I walked away?" I asked.

Mom was quick to counter my question with several of her own.

"What would you have done if you did? Where would you have gone?"

I couldn't provide a satisfactory answer to those questions enough to satisfy either of us.

"Dylan and I talked about that possibility. We never figured out how we would have helped you, but we knew we would have if you didn't want this. Almost every avenue we traveled trying to find an answer ended with us giving you money in one way or another and through your thick headedness, you would have asked question after question about where it came from until you ...