Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... meaning.

Prostitution.

I balked at the idea many years before and even dismissed my brother from my life over the idea. I had nothing left. I had no money in my pockets, barely any clothes on my back and children who weren't too far away from going without meals. I need to think about the prospect of such a career. It was illegal, didn't favor the worker, offered no benefits and the income was spotty at best. I'd heard of high-class hookers but figured they were only in big cities like New York or Los Angeles. We were in the suburbs of a several medium sized cities.

I didn't even know where to begin. I decided my first step into figuring out if it was right for me was to try and contact my brother. I tried calling him using the last number I had for him.

"Hello?" a woman on the other side said.

"Um, Hi! I was looking for Dylan?"

"I think you have the wrong number, dear."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Bye!"

It was embarrassing that I thought he would actually be there. My continued ignorance of the real world was making me out to be a fool. I nearly gave up on it all as my next step was going to see if I could find some hookers on the streets of the city and see if they knew Dylan. If they did, the odds of them telling me was probably not good. I didn't know what else I could do except call Mom and see if she knew. I deemed it a logical step since I cut him out of my life, Mom did not.

"Hey, Mom. I was curious if you had Dylan's number. The last number I had ...

... for him doesn't work," I asked as soon as she answered her phone.

She rustled around and seemed to hesitate in answering my question. When she finally responded, it seemed a stall tactic and nothing more.

"Why do you want his phone number, Kacey?"

She sounded like she was suspicious of me, or rather my motives.

"Mom, I have my reasons and I think it would be better if you just didn't ask me questions like that."

"I just asked you," she said.

I sighed heavily into the phone and rolled my eyes. It was bad enough I sighed. Had she seen me roll my eyes at her, I would have been slapped across the face.

"I just want the number, Mom."

"Kacey," she sighed into the phone, "this is not a bell you can un-ring. It's a whole different world that once you're in, you can never truly leave behind. I know you think you've got nothing left but—"

"Tell me, Mom," I said, interrupting her little pep speech. "If I'm so wrong, where else can I go? Who else can I turn to?"

"I'm just sayin' that maybe think about it before you call him."

She didn't have to tell me that I might regret what I find down that path. I knew from her little speech that she knew what I was going to learn if I kept searching. I asked for the number again, seeing no other choice.

"Remember this moment, my love. I want you to remember that I tried to keep you away from this type of life. I really did. It may not have seemed like it sometimes, but I did."

I had no idea what she was going on ...