This is the story of how I became, well, a prostitute, a woman who takes money for sexual acts. Not the street walker, whore in a bar type but more of a friend with benefits who needed a few bucks. Not much different than a girlfriend in an apartment paid for by a sugar daddy or a stay at home dad suckling his wife's financial tit.
Justification over, now let's get on with the story.
Being the little sister to a popular, successful, jock big brother gave me a perspective on males that few have. I am four years younger than Brett who was and still is a big, good looking, smart, all state athlete and has a dazzling personality. He had boys and girls in love with him. He is my brother but still pretty cool. He would often include me in things many brothers would not. Like when he and his friends built a fort out in the woods they took me. I was their "mascot" when I was young. As we all grew up things became a little more complicated. I blossomed and they grew and tensions divided, or I should say the threat of Brett grew..
I am now twenty-two and looking back at things as Brett is getting married next weekend. I am single, living at home with half of a degree finished. He is a successful broker with a gorgeous fiancé and has the world in his hand.
My mother's voice woke me that morning through my bedroom door, with her usual list of chores before she and dad went to work. She woke me up because she knows me and I am a slacker. She leaves a list on the counter so I cannot say, "I forgot." Probably a good thing since otherwise I would. I lay in the toasty covers for a few more minutes savoring the soft cotton against my mostly naked body. So warm and safe and comfy before facing another day.
I listen for the door to close and lock, then the car to pull out and the garage door to close before I light the roach from last night. Andrew, one of my brother's old friends who was allowed to date me,gave it to me after we shared a joint on the way home from the movies. Andrew is more a friend with benefits than boy friend, as most of my friends are. He is my brother's age and never quite "launched" as that Matthew McConaughey movie dubbed it. He is tall and cute and we have fun getting high and fucking periodically but not much more. Last night was purely platonic.
I am the real disappointment of the family. I am tall, five ten and blonde through and through with a slender Scandinavian body, blonde with big tits and rich dark skin. My eyes are bright blue like mom's. I did some modeling in high school. I quit modeling when the photographers started requesting my mom not attend shoots, and the clothes started to get smaller and smaller until they wanted full nudes.
I have been a party girl since days back at the fort when somebody would sneak a bottle out of their parents liquor cabinet, so when the wine was pouring and the weed smoking I wil do things I shouldn't. Somehow Brett found out I did a full nude layout and he put an end to my modeling career. He threatened the photographer and me, and destroyed the chips with the pics. He never told my parents but they knew something was up when I started bumming money. I just told them I was tired of it.
Enough backstory, now, back to the day it all began.
I sat up and piled the pillows behind me as I turned on the TV and lit the roach, inhaling my first hit of the day. "Wake and bake" I smiled to myself holding in the smoke as I laid in my childhood room. The roach did not last long but did the job as I laid back and massaged my breasts and became aware of my body and how good it felt. I thought back to last night and Andrew and some of our hotter times.
"Ding! Dong!" the front door bell chimed. It dawned on me that Andrew was coming by with some weed.
"Oh shit" I hissed, I couldn't ignore this like the exterminator mom was always telling me to let in. I grabbed the t-shirt I had dropped on the floor last night. It was cut off above my navel and too small but the sweatshirt I wore over it last night was nowhere to be found. My nipples were hard and obvious in the cool morning air but I did not want to miss him. I grabbed my gym shorts and stepped into them as I ran to the front door. I pulled it open with checking the peep hole.
"Hi Heather" an unfamiliar male voice said as the sun blinded me. I covered my eyes and realized it was my brother in law to be, Thomas. I held the door trying to hide myself and my blood shot eyes. "Just waking up?" he asked.
Thomas was thirty, an accountant or banker or something, married with a wife and two kids. He is Tara's brother, Brett's fiancé. He leered at me when nobody was looking at family events but not much more and was fairly harmless. They lived in town and he had never come to the house alone before.
"Hey Thomas" I answered confused by his presence.
"Mind if your brother in law comes in?" he said with an inappropriate tone.
"Well, I was about to get in the shower. Is there something I can do for you?" I asked trying to get rid of him. My eyes still adjusting to the harsh sun but I could see he was dressed for work, wearing khaki pants and white button down and a tie. He was not a bad looking guy but a million years older with kids made him ancient in my eyes.
"Would you like some company?" He said pushing his way into the house. "Hey!" I protested but he ignored me. "I saw your parents at the train station and thought you might be lonely." he continued as my annoyance grew.
"Thomas, really, I don't have time for this," I said annoyed still holding the door open, hoping he would just walk out the way he had come.
"I bet you do. From what I hear you are a pot head who failed out of college" he said with a snotty attitude looking around for anyone else at home. "And your brother ended your 'modeling' career," he continued, using air quotes around modeling.
"Fuck you!" I said, "get out!"
"Fuck me? Maybe, but get out, I don't think so" he said confidently. He walked into the living room and I noticed he did have a nice ass in the chinos he was wearing. God it must have been the pot or his forward confidence. I have always been a push over for confident aggressive men.
I closed the door and followed him in. He sat on the couch and smiled up at me as I crossed my arms over my chest and stood looking down on him.
