Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... comforting fingers on her shoulder. "Gotta go!" She swiped at her eyes before she turned away. "I'm already... it's late... mom'll wonder..." Not true and didn't matter. She had to leave. Needed to.

Bash didn't make a peep as she fled. Coincidentally, after she got home, Jillian made it all the way into her bedroom without her mom or dad making one either.

No. The peeping came later.

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Tami swiped away a stray lock of blonde hair to wipe the sweat from her brow with a towel as she turned off the TV. An hour of aerobics only produced a light sheen; nothing like what came from the bloc she spent in the gym earlier that day. She chuckled to herself as she made her way to her bedroom, patting her washboard abs proudly.Pays the bills...

She hesitated briefly, frowning. If someone could read her mind, that thought would have made her seem like a prostitute, not a personal trainer. Problem was, Tami was in the midst of one of her rare moments of clarity.

Trainer? Me and the owner both know I'm there as eye-candy for the men, and false advertising for the middle-aged women. Her painted-on booty shorts and suspiciously ineffectual sports bras were more than enough evidence of how she actually earned her salary. That she'd been dedicated to alook-but-don't-touch directive at this gym only partially negated the whole prostitute label. In the end, she was selling her body, no two ways about it.

After that little time out, though, Tami shrugged. Who cared? ...

... She was basically a model, and no one called them hookers, or whatever. Jillian had a roof over her head, and Chad... well, Chad never said anything. He knew the deal. Her husband did what he had to, and so did she. If there was a little niggle in the back of her head, one that'd been there for years and years... well, so what?

Fuck it.

"Jillian?" Tami knocked on her daughter's bedroom door when she heard a noise from inside. "Honey? When did you get home?"

The sudden lack of all noise for a good thirty seconds told Tami that Jillian was in a mood, and she sighed.Dammit, it's Wednesday. What the hell? Usually the girl was a lot better on the weekdays. Great, in fact. Like an actual happy kid. It was the weekends that were reserved for the teenage angst. In yet another rare moment, Tami closed her eyes and gently rested her head on the closed door, feeling suddenly exasperated.

This isn't how it was supposed to be.

The sound of footsteps gave her enough warning to pull away and keep from falling on her face when Jillian opened the door. "Uh... hey mom. Yeah, I got home an hour ago, and you guys didn't..." The girl just shrugged. "Never mind. Anyway... um... here." She held out a piece of paper to her mother. Tami took it, and while she was scanning it, Jillian scratched her head, sheepishly. "I kinda did stuff that kinda pissed people off--"

"You're suspended?" Tami's own green eyes flew wide open in outrage, and Jillian gasped. She actually, audibly gasped, ...