Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... drugs or alcohol. I kept my family dressed the best that our money could responsibly afford. I worked the best jobs I could find, only quitting one when the next best opportunity came around. Mom watched the kids while I worked and helped them reach their important milestones. It seems Idid learn my lesson until I was fired. I was told it was no fault of my own by economic factors dictated that the company could not support the labor force they employed, and decisions came down from the top on who to let go.

I was lost again.

It seemed I was never meant to catch a break in life. I felt myself giving up one evening while visiting Mom when my brother called the house. Mom picked it up and they talked for about as short a time as I ever saw them before handing the phone over to me. I told him everything that was happening and how much I was trying to redeem myself for all the bad choices I made. I needed so bad for him to tell me he was still proud of me. When I didn't get that, I moved to further my personal agenda.

Mom had mentioned once in passing that my brother was running a business. I had dismissed it at the time since I had just gotten into a new job. Since I was at my lowest and I thought nothing was below me at that point, I would ask him about it. My greatest hope was that he could swoop in and save my little family.

"You run a business, don't you?"

I noticed Mom look up at me briefly in surprise but then changed her demeanor when she saw I had my eyes ...

... on her as I spoke to my brother.

"I do," he said with some hesitation.

"I'm a hard worker, Dylan. I could be of value to you. Do you have a position there that I could fill?" I ask.

He sighed loudly into the phone and told me in a recognizable tone, "You don't want to work for me, Kacey."

"How doyou know? I don't even know what youdo!"

"Christ," he muttered.

There was an awkward silence and he continued.

"I'm in the business of selling women for sex, Kacey. Do you want to do that? Huh?"

Mom was shaking her head.

"I take money from men and send women to fuck them. Is that clear enough for you?"

I couldn't understand at that moment why he was so angry with me. It was the first time he ever used language like that with me. It was the first time I ever heard such vitriol come out of his voice.

"Dylan, I—"

"You know," he said, sounding as if he was developing an idea in his head, "you might look good in a short little skirt. My clients would love you," he told me. "So, how about it, Kacey. Wanna come work for me?"

I thought what he said prior to that question was all sarcasm and anger. He sounded like he was seriously asking me to work for him. I didn't say anything. I refused to believe he was suggesting I be a whore for him. I had become angry and resentful.

"Don't talk to me ever again," I whispered angrily into the phone and hung up.

I instantly regretted saying that to him but what he proposed wasn't possible for me. I would have ...