Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... rather been homeless on the streets, begging for food than do what he suggested.

I told Mom what he said, and she shook her head again.

"It's not a world you should be in anyway, Kacey. You're beautiful, talented and despite what you may think, you have a future ahead of you that you can be proud of."

Her words affected me. Part of me was appreciative that she still thought so highly of me. The other part of me saw it as a challenge. I had always been a little rebellious in my endeavors and as much as the thought of proving her wrong tempted me, I had to think about my children. At my core, I was still upset.

I sat on the couch as my children napped wondering if that was how the world saw my worth.

Two poor decisions and the world seemed to think whoring was the best it could offer me, I thought.

I resolved to once again pick myself up, dust myself off, stop feeling sorry for myself, and chase the dreams I was so close to achieving earlier in my youth. I sat with Mom that night and set a baseline for myself. I set my minimum standards and announced my goals. I went about writing down how I intended to achieve those goals having given Mom the job of poking holes in my plans. It took a while, a few slices of cold pizza, and almost a whole bottle of wine but I was finally done. I had direction once again.

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I sucked at goals.

I had gotten literally nowhere in the years since I sat at that table and rebuilt my confidence from scratch. I could have ...

... pointed my finger at everyone and everything else but at the end of the day, it boiled down to me giving in to a horny young boy name named Jerry. I hated Jerry. I was twenty-nine years old, and Jerry had, in my head, become the man who ruined my life. Clint and Lilly weren't so young anymore and as they grew, the resources needed to raise them properly also grew. I needed money and I was fast out of ideas. It wasn't hard getting money, per se. It was keeping the money coming in. The jobs I got never lasted long as all the jobs someone might label as a career job that they could retire from were all skilled trades or white-collar diploma jobs.

Dylan, I thought.

Well, it wasn't him I was thinking of initially. The idea of trades and white-collar jobs had gotten me thinking to my history lessons from school.

What are the oldest professions? I asked myself.

I wrote them all down in a notepad one night. The nerd in me went literal on this topic. Farming, building, hunting, etc. are all classic examples of old professions. They required skills. Those are the trades of today. Then, I thought about practicing professions, the true professionals. Lawyers, apothecaries or doctors, etc. are the white-collar jobs that needed degrees and such. None of those would work for me as I had no skills, nor did I have a college diploma. I couldn't keep enough savings to facilitate either of those things, so the only thing left was to take that common phrase and dive into the colloquial ...