Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... to mend the damage I did and have a chance to get somewhere.

"Turns out I'm a little naïve and despite my very best efforts, I kinda suck at life," I told him, mustering all my humility to serve me. "I also missed you."

I was trying hard not to let his angry words affect me. He had a right to be mad at me and I did my best to lighten the mood of the situation.

"You missed me so much that you were perfectly fine not contacting me until you needed something from me," he accused.

"I'm sorry," I shamefully whispered into the phone.

"Whatever," he huffed.

I could imagine him rolling his eyes at me. The sass ran in the family.

"Listen, a lot has changed and I'm not just some pimp on the streets. It's complicated and I'm not going to start with you about it unless I'm sure."

"Sure about what?"

"Sure that you know what you're getting into. This isn't school, Kacey. It seems that despite your naivety, you've learned some things about life and how unfair it is. You need to understand that there are worlds out there that aren't forgiving."

"I don't have any options left," I told him sincerely.

"Oh, you have a lot of options, Kacey. This should be one of your last ones if notthe last one. Hell, I don't know why I'm even entertaining this conversation."

I wanted to cry. I wanted to protest his position, but he was right. The problem was that as far as I knew, I was already at my last option. I was just looking for the best of that last option.

"I ...

... know what I'm asking you for, Dylan," I told him.

He paused for a long time. I nearly had a heart attack waiting for him to respond. My heart was beating so fast.

"I don't think you do. In fact, Iknow you don't. You're going to meet me at 1893 Anchor Street tomorrow morning at 8 AM. That's what's going to happen. If you cannot do that, then we will not discuss this ever again."

He hung up the phone without ever talking to me as a brother or even saying goodbye. I was a little shocked at the later happenings, but at the same time, it all made sense. He was secure in his position it seemed. I needed to be equally secure, but I had nothing. I resigned myself to show up when he asked me to. I looked at the address and pulled up the map on my phone. Using the images available, it seemed we were to meet in a nice part of the city.

I felt relieved and a glimmer of hope appeared for the first time that I barely recognized it for what it was.

Maybe it won't be as bad as I imagined.

I went to sleep wondering if I was making a decision I would regret. When I woke, I lay in bed determined I would follow through with it. I hurried the kids off to school and had a moment to think. The prospect of being paid for sex began to light a fire inside me. I became horny thinking of the sex I would be having with random men, and I was determined not to show up in that state.

I took my clothes off and jumped in the shower. I had time to do several things to better prepare myself ...