Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

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"Mom, you did a lot for me, and I will always appreciate that. It has come to the point where I have to choose to be a failure and homeless or abandon the world that clearly isn't interested in throwing me a bone for one that might. If it brings me into the sewers of humanity, so be it."

My own words failed to make me realize the gravity of the decision I was about to make. Mom gave me his number and told me one last time to think it through.

"Mom, would you have done this for me if it came to it?" I asked quietly into the phone.

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

"I'll let you know how it goes. Love you."

"I love you, too," she replied before hanging up.

I tossed the phone on the counter and carried out my nightly duties with my children. Once they were in bed, I went to get the phone and call my brother. I stared at the piece of paper that I wrote the number down and wondered what his feelings were about me since I asked him to never call me again. I went through all the possibilities and decided that it didn't matter. I was going to call and work with whatever happens.

"Yeah," Dylan answered as if he were too busy to be bothered with a phone call.

There was tapping sounds like he was using a keyboard and the occasional shuffling of papers.

"Dylan?"

The sounds stopped suddenly but he didn't immediately respond. It took him a few moments before he managed to guess who I was.

"Kacey?" he asked.

His tone suggested he was curious ...

... if it was really me but also very much amused that I reached out to him after all the years that had passed. I couldn't read his voice enough to determine if he was, had been or even was still resentful of the last thing I told him.

"Yes, it's me."

My own tone was a mix of apprehension and happiness that I was able to hear his voice after all that time.

"I'd ask how you are, but I have a sneaking suspicion that you're calling me for a reason and I suspect that reason hassomething to do with the last conversation we had, yes?" he said aggressively. "Dylan, I was young and still had goals. What you suggested of me then was so far out of scope for me that it hurt my feelings."

"Well, what are you calling me for then?"

I knew why I was calling him, but I didn't know how to answer his question. I turned into a stuttering idiot.

"Are..." I started, but didn't want to offend him with a poor choice of words. "Are you still..." I tried finishing. I thought so hard to remember how he described it to me all those years ago.

"Taking money from men and sending women to fuck them?" he prompted me.

"Yes, that," I said nervously.

The tapping sounds resumed at the same pace as I initially heard them.

"Something like that, Kacey. You kicked me out of your life for even suggesting that and now you are calling me with what I can only imagine is curiosity if not desperation. Which is it, Kacey, or is it both?"

I had to be honest with my brother if I was ever going ...