Employee Two

Literotic asexstories – Employee Two by iWriter4U,iWriter4U All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old if they watch or engage in sexual acts. All sexual acts in this story are consensual. Any description of a character under the age of eighteen is for character development only.

EMPLOYEE TWO

Sometimes life has a plan for you that has nothing to do with the life you envisioned for yourself.

This is my story…

When I was eleven, my dad tragically passed away. It was never fully explained to me, while I was a child, what happened to him. I remember the police showing up at the door just before I was to be in bed that evening. I was in my room getting ready for bed when I saw the headlights of a couple cars pull up to the house. I watched them walk to the door and within minutes, Mom was wailing. I ran out to see what was going on and found my brother already there.

At sixteen, he was nearly the spitting image of our father. He had somewhat long, dark hair that reminded me of a skater or even a surfer despite him being neither. He was neither muscular nor a stick figure of a man. In every respect, he was dismissed as an unambitious person who wouldn’t make much of himself.

He was holding Mom as they finished briefly telling them what happened. When I showed up, they quickly stopped talking. Mom had Dylan take me back to bed and he stayed in my room with me. He kept me calm and tried his best to answer my questions as best he could until I fell asleep. When he first began speaking to me, he was monotone and emotionless. He was distant and I knew something affected him beyond my immediate comprehension. He must have noticed my observation and quickly reverted to the caring brother I always knew him to be.

When I woke up in the morning, he was gone, and Mom was sitting on the couch. She was an emotional wreck. When she saw me, she motioned quickly for me to come to her. I didn’t know what happened at that point, but I was upset that she was in that state. At the time, she explained that my father had been killed. I asked questions but all she kept telling me was that she didn’t know. When I asked where my brother was, she also told me she didn’t know.

I wasn’t close with my father, but I was upset nonetheless about what happened. I was more upset that my brother left us. He left Mom when she was at her lowest and she left me without a man in my life to protect me. I looked to my dad to keep me safe at home, but my brother looked after me out in the world.

After a few months, things in the house settled down but my brother never returned. Mom told me one day that she suspected he got angry and ran away. Whenever I asked about him, she told me that it seemed he went out to find his own way in the world. I missed him terribly at first. As time went on, I grew to resent him for leaving us. Mom managed to eventually find herself and all her attention was then on me.

She had nothing to worry about with me, though. I was a star student in my first year of high school. My plans would have me graduating a year early and she was so proud of me. Just when I thought my life was headed in the direction that I always wanted it to go, my brother called our house one day. I cried into the phone, sometimes yelling at him, and begging for him to come home. He always told me he couldn’t but never told me why. He promised me that he wasn’t gone forever, and things needed to be worked out before we could meet again.

He would call occasionally and talk to me, and he would tell me how proud he was of me. I would ask him why he left me, and he’d always change the subject. When I cried and begged for an answer, he told me I was too young to learn about life in that way. I didn’t know what he meant but the more he kept saying it, the more I wanted to know what he knew. Regardless, I moved on with my life without him.

Things were going according to plan leading up to my junior year of high school. Mom tried to warn me that I was putting too much on my plate, but I had tunnel vision. I was so set on graduating early that it didn’t sink in that an entire year’s worth of Advanced Placement and college level courses would be too much for me. She tried explaining that I didn’t need all those credits to graduate when I planned. She tried so hard to pull the reins and protect me from my own motivation, but I wasn’t having it. Until then, it was always quality over quantity but somewhere between my sophomore and junior years, those wires got crossed.

I ended up dropping out of a single AP class due to imminent failure, but because I needed at least a single credit in that subject, I was forced to move to a less advanced version. It was that series of events which brought me in contact with a boy name Jerry. I had never bothered dating as I made reading and studying my entire world. Jerry was an average kid with average goals. He had no ambition to speak of, either. In every measurable way I could imagine, we should never have gotten together. It was the attention he gave me and the way he showed me off to his friends. My mom and brother were both proud of me because of my intelligence and goals. He was proud of me for everything else.

Despite counseling from Mom and the few friends I had, I continued to date Jerry well into my first year in college. We were both eighteen and as I was walking around on campus, he was moving from class to class still in high school. I was at the community college simply bridging a few gaps before I moved out of state to attend a prestigious university I had been accepted into. They made no requirement for me to obtain extra credits but my guidance counselor in high school suggested them while I wait.

I should not have waited.

I should have ditched Jerry and went straight to the university. Jerry had finally worn me down. Kissing and making out never bothered me. It was when he got roaming hands that I put a stop to things. One night, he said all the right things and I let him skip the roaming hands part and we had sex. For me, it was the first time. I don’t think I could say the same for him. I was very much ashamed of myself for letting every moment of that night happen the way it did. It was like we had transported ourselves back to the 1950’s. He had me in his car, without a condom and paid no attention to my needs at all. I told him not to finish inside me, but he did anyway. I yelled at him for doing that, but he told me it was next to impossible for me to get pregnant the first time I had sex with someone.

There I was, though, two months later crying in the bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test.

I practically gave up on all my dreams at that moment. I called Jerry later that night told him I wanted to see him. He happily agreed. As it turned out, he was hoping I had gotten over what he did. We left home after he picked me up in his car and I intended to tell him about him being a father and letting him have me again. I figured there was no harm anymore since the damage had already been done. I was being naïve yet again.

As soon as I pulled the test out, he turned cold. He didn’t touch me at all the rest of the evening and hurried everything we did. I recognized his intention to abandon me right away, but I thought I could lure him in if I offered sex. I leaned against the door and opened my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. He looked at me briefly and when he didn’t act, I raised my skirt to show him I wasn’t wearing panties. Instead of pulling me into the backseat of the car as I grew to genuinely desire in that moment, he started the car and drove me home. I was humiliated.

He dropped me off at home and never called or came by to see me again. When I tried calling him, it seemed his entire household was screening his calls. Mom said I should just give up trying to make him be involved. I knew I disappointed her as well as myself. I felt like I was falling into the rut of teenage pregnancy that plagued the suburbs I lived in. I felt like the grasp I had on my future had all but slipped away.

I would have called that a lesson learned and dealt with life as it were, but I’m not as smart as I once thought. After Clint was born, I met a man. Long story short, I found myself crying in the bathroom of my single-wide trailer nearly a year after I first had sex with him. I hoped maybe that he was better than Jerry, but I had no such luck. He ran away just as fast, and I was left delivering a baby girl seven months later.

I was in my early twenties, only high school educated with two children, struggling to make rent every month and no husband. I learned a lot in school. I just never learned about the real world. I found out Jerry ended up in college and my daughter’s father moved overseas. In four short years I went from a plan for a brilliant life to practically being the stereotypical, moo-moo wearing trailer trash mother of two bastards. I never gave up hope completely, though.

I never sunk to drugs or alcohol. I kept my family dressed the best that our money could responsibly afford. I worked the best jobs I could find, only quitting one when the next best opportunity came around. Mom watched the kids while I worked and helped them reach their important milestones. It seems I did learn my lesson until I was fired. I was told it was no fault of my own by economic factors dictated that the company could not support the labor force they employed, and decisions came down from the top on who to let go.

I was lost again.

It seemed I was never meant to catch a break in life. I felt myself giving up one evening while visiting Mom when my brother called the house. Mom picked it up and they talked for about as short a time as I ever saw them before handing the phone over to me. I told him everything that was happening and how much I was trying to redeem myself for all the bad choices I made. I needed so bad for him to tell me he was still proud of me. When I didn’t get that, I moved to further my personal agenda.

Mom had mentioned once in passing that my brother was running a business. I had dismissed it at the time since I had just gotten into a new job. Since I was at my lowest and I thought nothing was below me at that point, I would ask him about it. My greatest hope was that he could swoop in and save my little family.

“You run a business, don’t you?”

I noticed Mom look up at me briefly in surprise but then changed her demeanor when she saw I had my eyes on her as I spoke to my brother.

“I do,” he said with some hesitation.

“I’m a hard worker, Dylan. I could be of value to you. Do you have a position there that I could fill?” I ask.

He sighed loudly into the phone and told me in a recognizable tone, “You don’t want to work for me, Kacey.”

“How do you know? I don’t even know what you do!”

“Christ,” he muttered.

There was an awkward silence and he continued.

“I’m in the business of selling women for sex, Kacey. Do you want to do that? Huh?”

Mom was shaking her head.

“I take money from men and send women to fuck them. Is that clear enough for you?”

I couldn’t understand at that moment why he was so angry with me. It was the first time he ever used language like that with me. It was the first time I ever heard such vitriol come out of his voice.

“Dylan, I—”

“You know,” he said, sounding as if he was developing an idea in his head, “you might look good in a short little skirt. My clients would love you,” he told me. “So, how about it, Kacey. Wanna come work for me?”

I thought what he said prior to that question was all sarcasm and anger. He sounded like he was seriously asking me to work for him. I didn’t say anything. I refused to believe he was suggesting I be a whore for him. I had become angry and resentful.

“Don’t talk to me ever again,” I whispered angrily into the phone and hung up.

I instantly regretted saying that to him but what he proposed wasn’t possible for me. I would have rather been homeless on the streets, begging for food than do what he suggested.

I told Mom what he said, and she shook her head again.

“It’s not a world you should be in anyway, Kacey. You’re beautiful, talented and despite what you may think, you have a future ahead of you that you can be proud of.”

Her words affected me. Part of me was appreciative that she still thought so highly of me. The other part of me saw it as a challenge. I had always been a little rebellious in my endeavors and as much as the thought of proving her wrong tempted me, I had to think about my children. At my core, I was still upset.

I sat on the couch as my children napped wondering if that was how the world saw my worth.

Two poor decisions and the world seemed to think whoring was the best it could offer me, I thought.

I resolved to once again pick myself up, dust myself off, stop feeling sorry for myself, and chase the dreams I was so close to achieving earlier in my youth. I sat with Mom that night and set a baseline for myself. I set my minimum standards and announced my goals. I went about writing down how I intended to achieve those goals having given Mom the job of poking holes in my plans. It took a while, a few slices of cold pizza, and almost a whole bottle of wine but I was finally done. I had direction once again.

***

I sucked at goals.

I had gotten literally nowhere in the years since I sat at that table and rebuilt my confidence from scratch. I could have pointed my finger at everyone and everything else but at the end of the day, it boiled down to me giving in to a horny young boy name named Jerry. I hated Jerry. I was twenty-nine years old, and Jerry had, in my head, become the man who ruined my life. Clint and Lilly weren’t so young anymore and as they grew, the resources needed to raise them properly also grew. I needed money and I was fast out of ideas. It wasn’t hard getting money, per se. It was keeping the money coming in. The jobs I got never lasted long as all the jobs someone might label as a career job that they could retire from were all skilled trades or white-collar diploma jobs.

Dylan, I thought.

Well, it wasn’t him I was thinking of initially. The idea of trades and white-collar jobs had gotten me thinking to my history lessons from school.

What are the oldest professions? I asked myself.

I wrote them all down in a notepad one night. The nerd in me went literal on this topic. Farming, building, hunting, etc. are all classic examples of old professions. They required skills. Those are the trades of today. Then, I thought about practicing professions, the true professionals. Lawyers, apothecaries or doctors, etc. are the white-collar jobs that needed degrees and such. None of those would work for me as I had no skills, nor did I have a college diploma. I couldn’t keep enough savings to facilitate either of those things, so the only thing left was to take that common phrase and dive into the colloquial 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 about.

“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 has something 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 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 not the 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, I know 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 for what was to come but instead, I chose to masturbate. It was my best option for going to that place with a clear mind. I came twice in the shower and found myself with no time remaining for anything but dressing. My attire leaving the house reflected the little time I gave myself to prepare. A partially wrinkled dress and a matching shirt was all the impression I was going to give that day.

I was early as I was always prone to be. I waited for him, unsure of what kind of man he turned out to be. There were so many people, I could not determine who was who and if any of the people I saw were him. I knew he wasn’t hiding from me, but it still felt like a secret meeting. There was suddenly a knock at my car window.

Dylan had grown into quite a good-looking man. The long, dark hair he kept as a teenager had been cut and styled professionally. He wore business attire casually like a hard-working CEO. His sleeves were partially rolled up his forearms and his tie was tucked into his shirt between two buttons. He was tanned and clean shaven.

“Kacey, come out here,” my brother said.

I got out of the car quickly and hugged my brother.

“It’s good to see you, Dylan,” I told him with a smile.

He didn’t answer at first but reciprocated my greeting after a short time. He gripped my arm firmly and tugged me across the street. I felt like he was angry with me, but he was completely justified in his feelings. I also felt as if he was simply going to show me why I did not want what he had to offer. He pulled me toward a large building on the opposite corner of the street I parked on.

“When we walk into this building, don’t speak to anyone, and do not touch anything. Follow me directly to the elevator and don’t ask me any questions.”

I was a little shy about walking in as I thought I would see the harsh side of humanity right away, but I was surprised with something completely different. There was a modern appearance to the whole thing, and it looked like a true corporate lobby. When we walked in, he was personally greeted by two women who manned the desk just beyond the doors. They paid no attention to me as I followed him.

“Who were they?” I asked as we got into the elevator, despite his warning not to talk.

He didn’t answer me. There were eleven numbered buttons on one side of the panel. On the other side, there were three unlabeled buttons with a keyhole beneath them. He inserted a key and pressed the top unmarked button. I watched the buttons light from one to eleven. The light then moved to the bottom of the three unmarked buttons, and I watched until the top one was illuminated. The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

He grabbed me by the arm again like he did before and pulled me into a luxurious home setting.

“Where are we?” I asked.

Again, I got no answer from him.

He released me in the middle of a large room.

“This is my home,” he said, removing his tie. “Those two women you saw in the lobby work for me, and this is my building.”

“Oh,” I said in with a renewed sense of confusion. “I thought you were still…”

“I am,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “Take your clothes off.”

He said those words like they were nothing to him and should have been nothing to me. He said it so casually as if he was telling me to have a seat.

I laughed and said, “What?”

There was no way he was serious.

“Kacey, I am not going to tell you again. I didn’t get here by letting people pick and choose what they did. If you’re so naïve that you didn’t know this could be asked of you while you were here, then I was right, and you should not have come.”

He took a sip of his drink and set the glass down hard on the bar. He approached me quickly and stood inches from my face.

“You have a lot of questions and I have the answers you’re looking for. You know what I do, and you have got to trust that I know what I’m doing,” he whispered in a calmer tone.

He took a step back, calmed his expression, and told me, “You’re safe here, Kacey. There are no cameras and every girl who works for me has stood where you are and did the things that I am telling you to do. I should also point out that every girl who has ever stood where you are standing now still works for me.”

“I don’t know if I want to do this,” I muttered nervously.

“Then there is no point in you being here, is there? What did you think was going to happen when you came here?” he asked. “Let me be perfectly clear for the last time. Your job is going to consist of me getting money from clients,” he said, pretending like he was taking something from an invisible person and putting it in his pocket, “and you going to have sex with them. Now, take your clothes off. All of them.”

“Dylan,” I whined. “You’re my brother.”

“And the men you will be fucking will be strange men that you may or may not ever see again. In this business, this is the safest room you will be in outside of your home when you take your clothes off.”

I hesitated longer than he liked.

“Okay, I think we’re done here. Thanks for stopping by. The girls downstairs will validate you.”

I don’t know if it was the sudden fear of losing what I thought would be my last chance to be successful at anything or if it was the casual dismissal by my own brother for what could have been the last time, but I was ready to give in. I stood at the edge of a cliff with the world looking to push me over it one final time. His words were the only lifeline that remained.

My shirt came off first followed quickly by my skirt. I didn’t hesitate with the rest. I was firm in my conviction at that moment and stood naked in front of my brother.

“This is only the beginning, Kacey,” he told me as he walked circles around me, inspecting my body.

If I had known I would be in that position, I would take taken care to make myself look more presentable to a man. I corrected my posture and stood as proud as a naked woman standing in front her brother could possibly be. I jumped slightly as he touched my body. He traced his fingers over my skin and squeezed me in different places. He gripped my ass firmly and jiggled my cheeks individually.

“Do you work out?” he asked as he moved around to my front.

“I run and do what I can outside of a gym.”

“Why don’t you go to the gym?” he asked, lifting one of my breasts and looking it over carefully.

My voice cracked when I said, “I can’t afford it.”

He looked into my watering eyes for a second then refocused his attention on my breasts. As he stared at them, he looked to be in deep thought.

“The business that operates downstairs is the legitimate and profitable face of a very different organization that I started after I left home. As I grew up, and I assure you that I did, I learned a lot about people. I learned the good and bad of humanity.”

He cupped one of my breasts and massaged it gently. His palm gently moving over my nipple and caused it to harden.

“Put your clothes back on,” he told me.

I was relieved it was over but that would be short lived. I quickly put everything back on as he retrieved his drink. He sat in the small love seat and watched as I restored my clothes back to how they had been when I arrived. I remained standing where I was and nervously stared at him waiting.

“I’m not going to treat you differently from the other girls,” he informed me.

“I don’t expect you to.”

“We’ll see. Now, take your clothes off again. This time, keep your eyes on me and do it like it was a job you were being paid to do. Do it like you might be fired if you received a poor review of your performance. Stop when you think your job is done.”

Again, I didn’t think he was serious. I knew what he meant by those words. When he saw me being reluctant again, he sighed.

“I don’t cater to fat salesmen in trashy hotel rooms anymore, Kacey. My clients know that if I send them a girl, they will be getting their money’s worth. Everything you might see here today was bought with the money I made using the skills I developed. Some of the girls who have been here since the beginning have more than a million in the bank and they still work for me. Why do you think that is? It’s because they love sex, and they love the money that comes with it.”

He was serious. A shiver went down my spine knowing I was going to be having sex with my brother soon. I found myself strangely aroused at the idea despite my brain sounding off alarm bells in my head. I began to wonder if that was truly my last option in life.

Have sex with him, Kacey, I told myself. Fuck his brains out and show him you’re worth a shot.

I felt the expression in my face soften.

He’s a good-looking man. How bad could it be?

With renewed conviction, I began removing my clothes again. This time, I moved my hips slowly side to side as I removed each article of clothing while I inched closer to him. As I closed the distance between us, I thought back to all the movies I ever watched where a woman was being provocative, stripping or performing for her man. I made a mental script in my head on what techniques to use and added my own flare to them as they happened.

When I was directly in front of him, he put both his arms on the back of the small sofa and watched me intently. I was glad that he wasn’t ogling me like some idiot teenager or a pervert. He was appraising my performance. He was watching my body move and learning everything he could about my limited skills as they would apply for that world.

I straddled one of his legs and put my breasts in his face and moved my body so that each hard nipple gently moved against his skin. I began to open his shirt and pull it from his suit pants. His eyes were intensely locked with mine. I allowed a small but firm smile to remain on my lips.

When his shirt was completely open, I was nearly thrown off my game. He was tanned and toned. He had become more than just a man to me then. He was my Adonis. I regained my hold on the moment and my hands drifted down to the button on his pants.

“Let’s see what daddy has in store for me,” I said without much thought.

I didn’t know whether to take his continued silence as acceptance of everything I was doing or as him taking mental notes so he could destroy my entire world after I was done and send me packing. Regardless, I moved on. I reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his already stiff cock.

“You like what you see, it seems,” I said, pulling it out.

I’d only been with two men in my life and their cocks paled in comparison to my brother’s. He was long and thick. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to handle it.

“I’ve got my work cut out for me with this beast,” I said, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.

I stroked him a few times while still holding eye contact with him then closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took him in. Nobody could have ever convinced me before that day that my first blowjob was going to be given to my brother. Once again, I had to rely on movies, literature, and friends’ experiences to perform. My mind battled on whether to attempt to finish him with my mouth or go all the way with him as it seemed he intended me to do.

After a while, and determining that he was good and ready, I stood and turned around. I was about to execute a position I knew nothing about. I heard men enjoyed the view so, it seemed the best move for my interview.

I reached between my legs and positioned him upright as I moved into position. I moaned softly as I felt the large head begin pressing against my opening. I suspected a client would use their hands more than my brother was, but I was okay in that moment doing it all on my own. I sank down slowly, accepting him inch my inch. It was slightly difficult as I was not completely ready for a man of his size.

When he was all the way inside me, I leaned back against him and began gyrating my hips slightly. I grasped his hands and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his hands to my breasts, inviting him to play with them as he saw fit. He toyed with my nipples and caressed me as I moved. I enjoyed the experience despite all my previous reservations. I cooed and moaned often to show him how much I was enjoying the experience. I was enjoying it. I was prepared to hate every minute of it all but push through because it was what needed to happen to keep my family afloat. I loved it, though.

“Feel free to put me into any position you like,” I told him.

He remained silent. I changed position slightly to allow him to slide in and out of me completely. I bounced on his cock as I told him how good it felt.

“I’ve never had a cock this big,” I told him truthfully. “You fill me all the way up and I love it!”

I had become as enthusiastic as I was truthful with my brother. For the first time, I was enjoying sex. The idea that being a sex worker might have been my calling all along began to creep into my mind. With each passing moment, I dove deeper into my role as a hooker.

“Since my pussy is off-limits, would you like to cum in my mouth?” I asked, turning to look at him.

As soon as my eyes met his, his hands went to my hips and he held me down, burying his cock deep inside me. I grunted loudly as the suddenness of his actions. He lifted me with him as he rose to his feet and before I knew it, I was on my knees on the couch cushion, bent over the back of it. He started to fuck me hard and fast.

I was at peace having sex with my brother. I wanted to focus on feeling his big cock fuck me, but all I could do was think about him as I remembered him before that day. As he filled me completely with each thrust, I wondered what I would learn about the man he became. What was happening in the moment surged back to me. He fucked me at a steady pace, and I never wanted it to end. It was the closest I had ever been to him.

I returned to the moment and the role I was to be playing.

“Fuck, your cock is so big!” I told him again.

He gripped my hips tightly and within minutes, he pulled out of me and came on my ass. I heard low grunts and felt the splashes of semen on my lower back and ass cheeks. When he was done, he stood back and began speaking again.

“Gather your things and toss them over there,” he told me, pointing toward the door.

As I did what he said, he removed all his clothes and threw them into the same pile as mine without a care of them wrinkling or getting dirty.

“Follow me,” he said plainly.

He walked causally to the hall. I padded over to where he was until I was right behind him. He was as comfortable being naked around me as he expected me to be taking off my clothes the first time he asked. It was odd to me, but I realized that it was just the beginning of what would be expected of me.

“Go rinse off in there,” he said, pointing to a dark room. “When you’re done, come join me two doors down on the left.”

I nodded and as I was about to do what he asked, I watched him press a button on the panel next to the room I was going into. He spoke to it.

“Misty, I’m sending some clothes down to you. Could you take care of them and deliver them back up as soon as they’re done?”

“Yes, sir!” a young sounding voice replied.

He pressed another button but said nothing.

I went into the small room and turned on the light. It was a nicely decorated yet small bathroom. I thought he intended for me to completely shower but when I saw there was no soap, it was clear he intended me to do exactly what he said, rinse the cum off my body.

As I let the warm water rinse his cum from my skin and my juices from between my legs, I couldn’t help but wonder what happened that brough him from the runaway I knew him as to the rich, successful man that had just fucked me. I hoped he would at least tell me what his life had been like since I was his sister. I thought I deserved that much, at least. When I was done, I met him in the room he pointed out.

It was a beautiful, large bathroom. There was marble everywhere and every fixture was elegant in its design. The lighting was soft and welcoming. I took a while and noticed every detail as I scanned the room until I saw him. He was resting in a large tub that had steam rising from the water.

“Join me,” he said with a refreshing smile.

I hadn’t seen that smile in years, and it warmed my heart. I smiled in return and joined him in the large tub. I met his eyes with mine and he paused to take me in before he spoke.

“If you want the job, it’s yours,” he said bluntly.

“That’s it?” I asked. “No feedback or comments about what we just did?”

“Before we get to that, let me tell you what happens next. The floor below us has all the resources needed to make you successful. We have a dance studio, a gym, massage parlor, and everything we need on that floor to make this business work. I have professional dancers, personal trainers, masseuses and the rest of the professional staff I need to go along with it. You’re going to be assigned to a mentor.

“I will meet with her before you do, and she will go over your interview with you and come up with a training plan. From this moment until she tells me that you’re ready, you will work downstairs. You will not meet with clients until she tells me you’re ready. With me so far?”

It seemed he was all business all the time. I was disappointed that he didn’t set that aside for me. I was disappointed that he wasn’t lying when he said every girl goes through what I did. It seemed he had every intention of treating me like a random girl off the street.

“I think so,” I told him.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

I was embarrassed to tell him, and he must have read it on my face.

“Well, not anymore. The first private floor has the residences for those who ask for it. That is the third company I own. That floor has several apartments, a lab for homeschooling children with a few teachers on call, a play area, another gym, and security from dusk till dawn. There is already an apartment reserved for you with three bedrooms. Oh, they’re also all fully furnished. Would you like me to send for your children?”

My jaw must have been hanging on the floor in disbelief. I stuttered as I tried to respond to his question. He smiled at me again knowing I just realized the depth of what he had done since he left us all those years ago.

“It’s like I told you, I grew up since I left home.”

“This is impressive, Dylan. I don’t know what to say about all this,” I confessed.

“You can start by answering my question. Do you want someone to go pick up my niece and nephew?”

I was at least happy that he finally acknowledged a familial relation to me.

“I will need to pack some things first and let them know someone is coming.”

He reached behind him and handed me a phone.

“Call whoever you need. Your mentor will pick up your children and go to your house to pick up some of your belongings. We will provide you with the clothes you will need to work both up here and downstairs.”

“Is that necessary? I am capable of packing our stuff up myself. Plus, they can’t be picked up from school by anyone other than me or Mom,” I told him, still in disbelief over everything that was happening.

“We have a lot to do, Kacey. My hope is that by the end of the night, you will not only have settled in your new home, but that many of your questions will be answered.”

I struggled to keep up with everything that was happening. My life was changing so suddenly and so quickly.

“I need to get Mom to pick the kids up and she will know what things I want from the house since it seems clear you have no intention of giving me the time to do that myself.”

I watched my brother work quickly through his thoughts and he reacted as if an ingenious thought just came to mind.

“I know where you live, Kacey. I asked you because I just wanted to see how you reacted to the question. I set everything up here assuming that you would ultimately take the job. We’ll get Mom to pick up the kids and meet your new mentor at your place. They will take care of that while we get you situated here.”

With that, he stood and pulled the plug in the tub, letting the bath water drain out.

“I’m going to turn on the shower head up there,” he said, pointing above him, “to rinse you off before we get started. Baths without a final rinse are disgusting.”

The shower started and I stood, letting the water flow over my head and down my body. It was the perfect temperature from the start and I wanted to stand there forever. My curiosity pushed me to get out of the tub, however, and follow my brother. When we got to where we had done the deed earlier, our clothes were on hangers near the door.

“There’s a one-hour cleaner across the street,” he said as he unpacked the neatly wrapped package on the floor below the hung clothing. “Let’s get dressed and head downstairs. There’re some hair products in here if you need them.”

He was in a hurry to get his secret itinerary done. He began dressing and I stood there, still incredulous about everything that had taken place.

“Are you seriously going to act like you didn’t just have sex with your sister?” I asked, remaining naked in the middle of the room where it all started.

After he buttoned his pants, he turned to face me.

“As I said, all the girls do this. This is the interview process. I have to set everything aside and do this professionally and you’re no different in that regard, Kacey,” he told me. “I know you’re my sister and yes, I did think twice about going through all this, but I won’t be treating you differently from them.”

He began putting his shirt on and as he buttoned it up, he followed up on his previous remarks.

“If it helps, you look great and despite what I know about your past, you performed like you’ve done this before which tells me you have the potential to be the best.”

He paused and a goofy smile grew on his face.

“You’re good,” he said in his best Ace Ventura voice. “With my help, you could be the best.”

It felt like he was using his sense of humor to hide something from me. We weren’t bonding like I thought we could have been, and it seemed it was intentional, outside of him trying to keep things professional.

“Dylan, I’m standing here naked. I’m a grown woman, your sister, and I’m standing here naked after having sex with you and bathing with you. What is going on?”

“Kacey,” he started, rolling his eyes.

I took a moment to inject a little humor of my own. I pointed at his face and attempted to mimic our mother’s response to such an act.

He laughed and continued, “You’re going to go through a lot today. Some of it won’t be easy and you will need some time to process it all. If you still have questions then, we will go through them all.”

“Fine,” I said defiantly.

I was unsure what any of that meant. He confirmed that he was hiding things, but also hinted that I was probably going to have many of my questions answered. I accepted that for the moment and moved forward. When we were done dressing, he showed me a stairwell that led to the floor below us. It was for his own personal use since it was on the opposite side of the floor from the elevators. He brought me to a desk where an older woman was seated. She had her head set on and was finishing her call.

“May I help you, sir?”

“Yes, Molly, this is Kacey. She will be starting today. Have Jennifer assigned as her mentor. If you can get that started, I’ll bring her right back,” he told her.

“Come with me,” he said to me.

As I followed him, he stopped quickly and turned to look at Molly.

“Hey, Molly, I forgot to tell you. This is employee two.”

Molly’s face changed to something I couldn’t quite place. Everyone else stopped what they were doing briefly to look at Dylan and then me. Their eyes lingered on me for an uncomfortable amount of time. As I met each person’s eyes, they smiled genuinely at me, and their eyes looked like they had known about me for quite some time. I didn’t know how to react to them, so I smiled and followed my brother. He took me to a door down the hall and turned around to face me.

“I know everything has been overwhelming so far but you need to remain open minded, got it? When you walk in here, do not say anything until this door closes and when you do, keep your voice down.”

I furled my brow at him and asked, “What is going on, Dylan? This is getting weird!”

He smiled for the second time and responded, “Getting?”

He opened the door and dragged me in before slamming it behind him. After being startled by the loud noise, I turned to see the most unexpected thing imaginable.

“Mom!?” I said loudly. “What the fuck!?”

“Sit down, honey. We have a lot to discuss.”

“Okay then,” my brother said meekly. “I’ll leave you two alone here to go over…” he said, shifting his eyes between Mom and me, “some things. Mom, you’ll let me know when you’re done?”

Another image of our youth flashed in my head. He always respected our mother and never went against her wishes. Her being present that raised all sorts of new questions.

“Yes, this will be quick and—”

“The fuck it will!” I said loudly. “Someone better tell me what the shit is happening around here!”

Mom looked sternly at me and repeated what she was going to say.

“Have Jennifer head over to the house. When I’m done here, I will pick up the kids and take them to the house and finish getting whatever is needed from there.”

He nodded and left the room. I turned to face my mother and demanded to know what was going on.

“I know you have a lot of questions so let me tell you the basics of it all first, okay? Please keep your voice down.”

Images began flashing through my mind again. Images that showed events from a perspective I never experienced. In one, I was eleven years old, and I stood on the street watching the blue and red lights paint the side of my house. I saw myself staring out the window. In another, I watched my brother shiver as he slept in the corner of an abandoned house that I’d never seen before. All the memories of my past came back to me in new and terrifying ways. All I could do was stand there and nod.

“This isn’t going to be easy, Kacey. You might want to sit.”

I backed away from her defensively and crossed my arms as if to protect myself from what my subconscious knew might be coming. It could have even been a defense mechanism since I felt that everything that I knew in my life was about to be torn away from me.

“Fine,” she said, interlacing her fingers and resting her hands on the desk. “I’ll just rip the band-aid off, then. Your father was murdered that night the police came. This was his business. By that, I mean he was in this business. Your brother made it into what you have seen here today. He went to confront a client who had beaten up one of his girls and refused to pay and was shot in the process.”

She paused to let me process what she had told me. My eyes filled with tears as she continued.

“We tried to shield the business from both of you. We lived in a modest house, and we had people to help run the business so we could be home when you both needed us. Dylan found out about everything before I could stop him. He left home that night; I didn’t lie to you about that. What I never told you was that several months later, he was arrested for killing the man police thought shot your father.”

Tears flowed down my face. I closed my eyes tightly as I recalled how wrong I was about every single thing in my life. I shook my head, outwardly begging her to stop talking. Inside, I was pleading to know more.

“He was in jail for a long time but was released because of our influence in this city. Between his time out on the streets and in jail, he was able to put the pieces together and found out how I was involved in this business. I told him every detail. Instead of being mad at me, he wanted to take his father’s place. Since then, I signed the entire operation over to him.”

“Stop,” I cried softly. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Honey, you need to do this. It’s time you knew everything. I never wanted this for you, but you never backed away from anything. This is the moment when we have to rip the band aid off, okay? Don’t back away now.”

“Mom,” I sobbed quietly, begging again for her to stop.

“Dylan has missed you so much, but it was too hard for him to come home. Even at my insistence, he wanted you to find your way in the world away from this place. He never wanted you to walk into this building and neither did I. I wanted to give you all the money I could to keep you from places like this but you’re smart and you would have known something was up.”

I heard every word she said, but only one thing was focused in my mind.

“I had sex with him, Mom,” I whimpered.

She got up and approached me. She put her hands on my shoulders, pushed my head up, and looked me in the eye.

“I know honey, he told you he wasn’t going to treat you any different than the other girls, didn’t he?”

I nodded.

“How did you feel doing that?”

Her tone changed and it calmed me almost instantly. My world was shaken, and she became the pillar that held me up as she had done my entire life.

I slowly calmed my emotions as I thought about what she asked me. Before all of that, I didn’t care much for the idea of sex after my only experiences were awful ones for me. The problem was that Dylan was different. His cock was certainly better than the others, but I enjoyed performing for him. That idea upset me all over again. I remembered being angry at my brother all those years ago and thinking that the world only thought I was good for whoring, but I began to believe that it was something I could truly be good at.

“I liked performing for him,” I told her honestly.

Mom smiled slightly at my admission.

“Would you say you’re interested in all this?”

“I feel like I would be treated just like any other girl he has,” I told her. “I’m not just like any other one.”

“You’re going to go through all the same hurdles as the other girls, but you won’t be just like them. Do you know what employee two means?”

I shook my head and said, “No, but I noticed everyone in the room stopped what they were doing when he announced that.”

“Honey, it means you’re destined to be second in command here. I’m going to keep running the books, but that spot has always been reserved for you if this moment ever came. When your brother watched you struggle from a distance, he told me one night if you ever walked in these doors, you were going to help run the place. Let me ask you, was he mean to you when you showed up?”

“He was being a jerk,” I quickly replied defiantly.

“He was trying until the last minute to make you change your mind.”

“Well, I told myself last night that if I showed up here, there would be no going back. Though, when he told me to take my clothes off, I thought twice about the entire thing.”

“Most girls do,” she told me. “It’s all fun and games until their clothes have to come off. Most who come here don’t even get passed that point. Half of those who get that far can’t bring themselves to have sex with him.”

“So,” I began hesitantly, “he’s had sex with every woman I’ve seen here today?”

Mom returned to her desk.

“Most of them, yes. Our clients initially call him and with the information he gathers, he picks the first girl for them. From there, if they want the same girl, they’ll call the front desk. If they want someone knew, they call your brother.”

I felt a tinge of jealousy building inside me.

“Does he still have sex with any of them?” I asked, sitting in the chair opposite Mom.

She looked at me, judging the reason for my question.

“No, the only reason he does it is so that he knows what he’s recommending to his clients. Why?”

There was suspicion in her tone.

“I was just curious,” I lied.

“How are you feeling now that the cat is out of the bag?” she asked, changing the subject quickly.

“It’s a lot to take in, still. I want to do it, but it will take me a lot to get settled into this new world.”

As I was getting up to leave, something occurred to me.

“What if I walked away?” I asked.

Mom was quick to counter my question with several of her own.

“What would you have done if you did? Where would you have gone?”

I couldn’t provide a satisfactory answer to those questions enough to satisfy either of us.

“Dylan and I talked about that possibility. We never figured out how we would have helped you, but we knew we would have if you didn’t want this. Almost every avenue we traveled trying to find an answer ended with us giving you money in one way or another and through your thick headedness, you would have asked question after question about where it came from until you learned about this place. It was unavoidable. You’re so god damned independent and inquisitive that you would never have accepted the money without an explanation and don’t think I could bring myself to lie to you about it. I also don’t think I would have let the silence between you and your brother continue for much longer. You would have learned about this place eventually is my point.”

Everything she said was absolutely true. I would not have accepted money without sufficient explanation and had I found out about this place any other way, I probably would have ended up here regardless. I had one other question.

“You’re okay with me being a whore?”

She sighed.

“Let me tell you about people. Many people see this work as an honest trade. Unfortunately, those types of people aren’t our typical clients. Our clients are the part of society that condemns sex work publicly but come to us every week wanting our services. Those same people have skeletons in their closets they hope the world never finds out about. When you ask me if I’m okay with you being a whore, I guess my only response is that you are what you see yourself as. Are you a whore or are you a professional?”

She got up and wrapped her arms around me.

“How you see yourself is how others will treat you, honey,” she told me as she held me tightly. “We’re better than everyone else because we don’t let people treat us like whores.”

***

That night, the kids met me in the lobby of the building and Jennifer, my mentor, took me up to my new apartment and showed me everything I needed to know. She told me I would have a few days to settle in. On her way out, she handed me a card with a date, time, and place to meet her to begin my new job. As she was leaving, people began showing up with boxes of things from my previous house. When they were done, a large delivery of food was made. Two men rolled a cart in with so many things that I couldn’t keep track of it all. I was overwhelmed.

One of the men pulled a bottle of wine out of a bag and handed it to me.

“This is from Dylan,” he told me.

There was a card attached but I sat it down intending to read it later.

The kids were so excited with their new environment. They had a lot of questions and I answered them as best I could. I showed them around the floor and told them they would be going to school there. Every new bit of information brought on more questions that I didn’t have answers for. I smiled at them and told them that it was all new to me as well and we were all learning together. Before bed that night, they both told me that I seemed happy and that was what made them happy. While I wasn’t sure what my future had in store for me, I was certainly glad I made the choice to go there that day.

I spent my time alone that night thinking about all the information Mom told me. I didn’t make my peace with it all, but I felt better knowing more about my past. I also revisited my feelings about having sex with my brother. Just as I thought about the intimate moment we shared together; I remembered the letter he sent to me.

Dearest Kacey,

I’m sorry for how everything had to go this morning. I wanted so much for you to not have to come here today, but life doesn’t always work out the way we thought it would, huh?

I know Mom told you what my plans were for you. I won’t be bothering you about that for a bit as the work Jennifer will have you do will get you started. Like me, she will treat you the same as she did with any of the other girls when they first started. She will be able to answer all of your questions.

For anything else, feel free to come and see me whenever you like.

While I wish you never had to come here, I am glad you’re here.

Love,

Your Brother Dylan

I cried a little reading his words and was glad that he never forgot who I was. It made me especially eager to get started with my new life. I took the letter with me and put it in the nightstand and took a long, hot shower. I reimagined the scene where I stood in the tub with the warm water flowing over me. Dylan stood naked and his huge cock dangled freely between his legs.

“I want that again,” I moaned to myself.

I didn’t want to get myself off in the shower again. Instead, I took a razor and cleaned up the hair on my mound. When I was done, I smiled at myself in the mirror.

“Not bad for a mom of two,” I whispered to myself.

Instead of putting on my normal night clothes, I got into bed naked and opened my legs wide. I let my fingers do their thing as I thought about Dylan’s cock. I slipped a finger inside me and moaned repeatedly about how much I wanted another chance to fuck him. I wanted him to participate and fuck me like a proper lover would. I wanted him to snuggle me. It was a great fantasy, but after I came, I knew it would only ever be that.

After the couple days I had to get used to everything, I dropped the kids off at the school area and went to meet Jennifer. She was in her office downstairs just off the lobby. She was younger than me and stunning in her appearance. She had long blonde hair tied up in a bun and she looked like she ran the place. She wore glasses and her face was smooth and inviting. I’d never been attracted to girls but she was beautiful.

“Hey! Come in and have a seat, I have everything ready for you.”

I signed all the typical paperwork that was required when starting a new job before she began telling me more details about how everything worked there.

“You’re going to work in the lobby. That’s where the new girls work. It serves a dual purpose. Clients will see you as they come and go, and we want you to be visible to them before you become an option. It also let’s us have someone who knows about that operation at the front desk so, if police come around, you can direct them to the proper floor.”

“The police?”

“Oh, don’t worry, they know what we do here. They sometimes come in wanting to talk to your mom or Dylan about things. They know that the girls at the front desk will know where they need to go. If they show up, you’ll give them the key they need to access the second floor. There is a master key for all the private floors and an individual key for each one by itself.”

“What about everyone else that works here?” I asked.

“The girls up front are the only ones that will end up upstairs. Everyone else down here are legitimate employees for the company that everyone knows about. Dylan created this company to hide the upstairs operation from the public, not the police.”

“I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot of questions, but why are the police okay with this?”

“Don’t worry about the questions. I know this place can seem overwhelming. When your brother created all this, he took the girls off the street and effectively ended a lot of crime in the area. The drug trade slowed to a crawl and the corners and back alleys were free of the ‘vermin’ as some around here called us.”

“Well, that makes a lot of sense. He really has grown so much since I last saw him,” I said wistfully.

“He’s a wonderful man and everyone one of us are grateful for the opportunity he provides us,” she said with a warm smile.

I made a mental note to ask Mom or Dylan about their interactions with the local law enforcement.

“So, while you’re working down here, I’ll have you come up to the second floor to work on becoming a bad ass bitch!” she said with a smile. “The first part of that will be a self-defense class. We don’t think you’ll ever need it, but your brother insists that all the girls do it. Then we’ll develop a workout routine for you. Once you go upstairs, you’ll be required to work out regularly. Finally, during your time down here, we’ll get busy setting up your image for up there.”

“Image?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, every girl has an image that’s sold to the customer. I talked to Dylan the other day and you’re going to be our soccer mom. You’re going to be a fit mother of two who loves to fuck but doesn’t back down from a fight, if that makes sense. Every girl has her own image, and we serve a variety of customers.”

I found it odd that they crafted this whole image of me without consulting me, but I liked the idea. I could certainly have lost a couple pounds and being a bad ass was beginning to grow on me.

“I like that,” I told her. “Um, can I ask you another question?”

“Of course!”

I fidgeted a bit before finally coming out with it.

“Did he happen to mention how I did in my interview?”

“Well, it should go without saying that since you’re sitting here with me, you did just fine.”

I nodded, knowing it wasn’t the answer I was looking for.

“If you’re concerned about what people think about what happened up there, nobody cares. We know he wants you to go through everything we all did so when it’s your time to manage, you know everything. Besides, you should see some of the kinks our clients are into,” she replied with a wink.

“I have one more question,’ I told her.

“Go ahead!”

“Everyone has been with my brother, are there any odd ones?” I asked, hoping she knew what I meant.

“Odd ones?” she responded.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Are there any that don’t fit the mold, so to speak?”

She nodded quickly and replied, “Yes, some of the girls aren’t exactly straight, per se. I am bisexual, myself. We have a couple others who are bisexual as well and we have one who is a lesbian.”

“Did he…” I began to ask without figuring out how to end the question.

“No, he watched while I was with her. She caters exclusively to our female clientele who seek female lovers and some of us who swing both ways fill in from time to time.”

“So, you work both men and women?”

She nodded.

“Yep, I like both. I was a confused twenty something when I came here, and your brother let me have my choice of both options. I think I have the most influence in the bisexual community because I’ve been with both for a few years, and I sincerely have no preference.”

“That makes more sense,” I told her.

“Also, since the topic came up, as part of being your mentor, we will have sexual contact with each other, but my clothes remain on at all times. Dylan developed the training program a couple years ago and he did it with the thought that the girls would feel safer being trained by another woman instead of a man. Will that be okay?”

“Can we revisit that later?”

“Of course! As I said, I know it’s a lot to take it.”

***

With that, I began my new life. The kids went to school during the day while I worked in the lobby reception. After hours, I was working out and learning how to play my role. In a cruder sense, I was also learning how to be a good whore. I met with Mom often and asked a lot of questions during the initial part of my journey. Dylan was busy and I came to learn how much time he took out of his routine for me that first day and I came to appreciate his love for me. The other girls noted that while they went through the same process I did regarding the interview, he never engaged with them like he did with me as far as setting everything up for me. They weren’t bitter about it in the least. They thought it was sweet that he was looking after me.

Once I established a workout routine and I had my persona established, Jennifer introduced me to something entirely new to me.

“Dylan was very happy with your performance, but I need to make sure you learn the ground rules and what to do when clients do certain things. Your self defense classes are good if you ever find yourself in a threatening situation, but sometimes the situation is not threatening. Clients like to carry their emotions with them and will try to treat you like a lover, not the professional they hired.”

I looked at her curiously.

“We don’t get involved with our clients, Kacey. You should avoid kissing at all times. Never offer additional services and for the love of everything holy, never meet clients off the clock!”

“That seems pretty self-explanatory, right? I mean, I’m doing this for money, not for love.”

As soon as I said that I thought of Dylan. It had been weeks since I saw my brother and I desperately wanted to be with him again. I wanted to learn about the man he had become. There was such a difference between the boy I knew and the man who pulled me angrily away from my car. A difference between the man who ran away to avenge my father’s murder to the man I undressed for and had sex with. I wanted to know more about him.

Mom told me that I would meet with him again before I was pulled from reception and put on the schedule. I made the mistake of pressing the issue and she became curious of my intentions.

“What’s the rush, honey?” she asked one day.

“When I think of him, I remember the boy that ran away. I was so struck by the things that he had me do that I didn’t look to see the man he had become,” I told her.

“He became that man very quickly. It seems odd to say this, but it was like he was made to be who he is today,” she said proudly.

I thought about what she told me, and it made a lot of sense. It also brought up some questions. I decided that the questions I had were best asked to my brother as I would get definitive answers from him and know for certain who he was and what his plans were. I deferred further interrogation of my mother about Dylan and continued my meetings with Jennifer.

One day, everything became real.

“You’ve done very well up until now, Kacey. From this point on, you’re being evaluated. I’m going to put you through a series of situations and your response to them will help determine how long you will remain in training, but more importantly, if you can be out there on your own. Remember, this is about keep you safe.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, “what does this entail?”

“Well, each scenario is different. You’re going to be dressed to fit your role and I will present you with obstacles that you have to overcome. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I think so!” I responded enthusiastically.

“Good, now go change into one of your outfits and come back.”

I returned wearing sport shorts, a tank top with a sports bra underneath and tennis shoes on. My hair was in a ponytail, and I had sunglasses resting on my hair.

“Okay, you’re meeting your client for the first time. Go whenever you’re ready.”

We roleplayed for a while and got to the part where we perceived ourselves to be in a private room. I had talked myself up a bit and moved in to begin the encounter. When I was ready, I got on my knees and was ready to move on her like I would a man, but she paused me.

“So, stay right there. This may seem weird, but I’m going to add a little something.”

She left. When she returned, she had a strap-on in place. It was over her clothing as she previously said it would be. Admittedly, looking back, I would have been more than happy with her doing whatever she wanted to me right then. I wasn’t bisexual by identification, but she would have been the one woman I would let do whatever she wanted with me.

“We’re not going to cut corners here. Do everything to me as you would a man and I’m going to put you through some challenges.”

I nearly asked for her to strip down to my level, but that might have put me in an odd situation. She did exactly as she said she would, though. For the next couple of hours, we played out different scenarios. The first few times we did this, she stopped and provided feedback. I felt as if I were in school. One day, the final exam came.

“You’ve done quite well so far, Kacey. You took my feedback, and you applied it all. Dylan gave me the go ahead to give you your final test.”

Dylan was directing the course of my life from behind the scenes. I wondered why he was hiding from me.

“I’m ready,” I told her.

I had spent more time that I would have admitted to anyone thinking about the things Jennifer and I did with each other in the name of training. I began to get curious about her body and what it would be like to be with her alone, outside of work. I never acted on it though, but those thoughts also never fully left me.

We got through the pleasantries, and she put on the fake cock. I went through the motions of sucking her fake cock and she put forth her challenges. I deftly maneuvered my way through them all but near the end, she threw a wrench into it all. We had simulated many of the scenarios, but she told me she intended to be as real as possible.

“That means I’m going to put this inside you,” she said, holding the fake cock in her hand. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, it won’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened around here, huh?” I said with a chuckle.

“Certainly not!” she replied as she added lube to the rubber cock.

Again, I wondered what it would be like with her in a more passionate scenario. I dismissed it, of course, because my brother still was the prize in my mind.

She slowly pushed it inside me and waited for me to be ready. When I told her I was good, she started to fuck me. She was fucking me from behind when her demeanor changed, and she became aggressive. I was tolerant at first, but she began exhibiting things I wasn’t comfortable with. First, she tried to tighten her grip on my throat.

“How can I tell you how good your cock makes me feel if I can’t breathe, honey?” I asked.

Without feedback, she continued pushing the rubber cock in and out of me until she began spanking my ass. Each hit was harder than the one before it.

“If you’d like me to sit on that cock tonight, I wouldn’t bruise those cheeks too much, baby!” I said as pleasantly as I could.

A few minutes after she stopped spanking me, she pulled out of my pussy and pressed the head of her rubber member at my asshole and started to push in.

“Oh!” I said happily, “I’m not so sure that’s on the agenda tonight!”

She tested me in various other methods before stopping and removing the strap-on. Just as she set it down, my brother walked in.

“Jennifer, if you could leave us alone for a moment,” he told her as soon as he moved into the room.

At the moment, I wished I could have learned a little more about my temporary female lover, but my true passion entered the room and I was again delirious with his aura.

She nodded and left the room without further comment. I was naked from the waist down and my breasts were hanging out from my top. I stood there waiting for him to say something to me. A part of me wanted to cover up but I also enjoyed being naked for him.

“What do you think?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Think about what?”

He smiled and replied, “This test was comprised of a lot of the things we’ve experienced in this business. Do you think you can handle it?”

“This is easy,” I told him honestly as I moved to a more comfortable position. I didn’t adjust the little clothing I had on, nor did I try hiding any part of my body from him. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to desire me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to see the outline of his hard cock in his suit pants, and I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off.

“I always meet the with the girls at this point, and I alone decide if they’re ready to be put on the schedule. Do you think you’re ready?”

“I am ready,” I told him confidently.

“Come up to my place at ten tonight and we’ll finalize this,” he said.

It seemed to be an odd thing to ask me to do. I felt he could have just told Jennifer I was ready, and I would have gone on the schedule, but he wanted to meet with me privately. I felt myself getting wetter thinking of what could happen later that night.

When the time came, Mom arrived to sit in the apartment while my children slept, and I went to his place. He welcomed me in and offered me a drink as he had done before.

“The man you have become is so much more impressive than the man it seemed you would have become when I think back to the time you left home,” I told him.

He froze for a moment and replied, “You never know what things will transpire that will change you. For me, it took the murder of our father to make me who I am. I say that knowing that you didn’t come here willingly or with a choice, but because all of life’s conditions brought you here.”

He turned and approached me. He handed me my drink and his dark eyes peered into my soul. He owned me from that moment on.

“For you, it took years of failure for you to learn what it was that you were meant to do.”

I was taken aback by what he said to me.

“To be your whore?” I asked.

He chuckled and replied, “Not at all.”

He took a sip of his drink.

“You were meant run this business with me. You were meant to love sex, not be a slave to it. You were meant to use your body for your own gain, not provide it blindly to others.”

He stunned me with his words. It felt like he glimpsed into the very essence of my being and learned who I was before I even knew. I stood dumbfounded in the very spot he handed me my drink. I recognized everything he said about me was true. He knew it without watching me over the past several weeks. I had only come to know those truths about myself. I was in awe of him.

“How do you know so much about me?” I asked, ready to throw myself at him.

“Do you think this business would be where it is if I didn’t know?” he asked. “I am confident in my observations and even more so in my words.”

I was so turned on by him at that moment that I moved to him and went to kiss him.

“Not now,” he whispered to me, still holding strong eye contact with me.

I looked at him as if he had broken me.

“Soon, Kacey,” he said with heartfelt eyes. “We want the same thing, but things tend to take time around here.”

I was crushed that he denied me but hopeful by his words and the tone behind them. I would have him soon.

“I’ve never invited the other girls up here like this. You’re up here because I want you to know my intentions before you see a single client. It’s also your last chance to bail out.”

“No, I have no intention of walking away from this.”

“Good,” he said. “Now about my intentions.”

He offered me a seat on one of the couches and sat on the identical couch across from me.

“One day soon, you will join me in running this little venture. I think you’ll bring some fresh ideas here and those ideas will need to be passed on to the next owners.”

He paused to gauge my reaction. When I didn’t provide much of one, he continued.

“It is my intention that your son become the heir to this little empire I’ve built.”

I readily agreed to the idea and asked about my daughter.

“There’s a place for her here as well if your son decides there is. Kacey, I never wanted you to come here. I never wanted to see you step foot in this building, but I also knew you were out of options. When I dragged you in here, I was hoping that the magnitude of the situation, along with my attitude would persuade you to walk away. I was prepared to just give you whatever you needed to stay away but I know you would never accept handouts. Once I observed you, I knew I didn’t want to lose you again.”

I quickly agreed with him, saying, “You’re right. I would not have accepted your money. I earn what I get. If I have to fuck random men to make my way in the world, then so be it. You weren’t wrong in your observations. I guess I always liked sex, but the problem was that I never had it on my terms. The two men I was with in my life only saw me as an object for themselves. Now that I have the power to control my body and give it only in ways that I’m happy with, it will be something fun for me, not an obligation.”

It seemed I struck a nerve with what I said. The expression on his face showed me all I needed to see. He didn’t want me to do what I had been trained to do but he and I both knew I would never gain respect in that company if I did not go through what the other girls had to go through.

“I will earn my keep here, Dylan. Life may have thrown me curve ball after curve ball, but I feel like I have a home here and, as you said, I won’t make myself a slave to sex any longer.”

The look on his face changed again and it was hard to place. It seemed almost as if he began to regret putting me through those paces.

“Yes, well, there will come a time where you will be required to be here more than you will be with clients, and I will want your full attention on the business.”

I knew that was his way of telling me he had no intention of keeping me out on the streets. He only needed me to learn what the girls would go through before I put a single hand on the helm of the company. I also saw the desire in his eyes for me. He wanted to fuck me right then and he didn’t try to hide it. I wanted him as well and made a bold move on him despite him denying me previously.

I set my drink down and pulled my shirt up, along with my bra until both my breasts were exposed to him. My nipples had already hardened for him and were proudly on display.

“Soon, Kacey,” he told me again before he took a sip of his drink.

I looked into his eyes and saw his desire for me.

“Why not now?” I asked, pushing my bare breasts closer to his face.

He surprised me by taking one in his mouth and suckling it.

“Yes!” I announced as I took a handful of his hair in my fist.

When he was done, he gripped my tit hard and looked up at me.

“I enjoy being with you. I’ve jerked off a few times thinking about it. No doubt you have done the same, yes?”

I nodded happily.

“I think it will be worth waiting for the right time,” he said with a smile.

“You’re worth the wait, Dylan,” I whispered happily with a wink.

We talked for a while longer and as he was escorting me to the door, he stopped me.

“You want all of this?” he asked.

“I want everything,” I said confidently.

***

I went on the schedule that night and was advertised the next day. Clients old and new fawned over me and I was booked constantly. I had to put my skills of deference to the test a few times but nothing of major concern took place. I was safe in my endeavors and, as it seemed, complacent in my routines.

One night, a client booked me and was a little aggressive with me during our time together. I used all my training and experience to keep him where I needed him to be. When we were done, his parting words caused a chill to run down my spine.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said in an odd tone.

I dismissed him with a generous goodbye and went about heading back to the office. I followed my typical path there, keeping well within the area of the lighted streets. I noted the typical police vehicles along the way. They had all gotten to know me and nodded affirmatively at me as I passed them. I often alternated between waving at them enthusiastically or engaging them in conversation. That night, I just waved to them and continued walking.

Two blocks from the office, I was suddenly pulled into an alley. I realized what was happening as soon as I felt a hand trying to pull my panties down. He ended up on top of me and attempted to penetrate me, but I fought him off before he could. His mistake was that he didn’t attempt to hide his face from me. I recognized him as the man I was just serving and ran back to the office without further molestation. I ran through the front door and stood against it trying to catch my breath.

“What happened!?” one of the girls at the front desk asked.

“Nothing, I just got spooked,” I lied.

“Your panties are around your ankles,” she pointed out.

I looked down to see that he had ripped one side of my panties, and they were still wrapped around one of my legs. I then looked back to her. She picked up the phone and began to dial a number. It seemed I was not myself when I answered her.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, demanding she stop dialing and answer me.

She did neither. I didn’t know of any protocol that involved the front desk staff reacting that way and I was concerned about what would happen.

“Level one,” she told the person on the other end.

I ran to the desk and asked what that meant. The other woman came around with a blanket and covered me completely and ushered me to where the elevators were. Seconds later, when I expected someone to come out of an elevator, the emergency exit door next to the flew open and my brother was there. He was out of breath and staring at me. Anger filled his expression.

“When did she come in?” he asked the girl helping me.

“Just a few minutes ago. Long enough for us to see what happened and follow procedure.”

Dylan looked me over and saw my panties still around my ankles. A part of me wished I had ditched them so that entire scenario never took place.

“Who did this?” he asked.

His tone told me it was not the time to be coy or lie to him.

“My client,” I whispered in a shaky tone.

“Come with me,” he told me.

He pressed the button on the elevator three consecutive times, and it came down to our floor. He used his key to bring us to his floor and he began to ask me question after question.

“It’s okay, he didn’t fuck me,” I told him.

I realized right away that it was an odd thing to say in the moment, but I assumed correctly he knew what I meant.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Mom.

“I need you to stay with the children tonight. She will be with me. Get some cash out,” he said to Mom in a quick and angry manner.

“What does that mean?” I asked, regarding the part about getting cash out.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a panic.

I nodded as I stared into his eyes. He looked distant and out of this world. He was in a different place, and I couldn’t reach him.

“I’m okay, Dylan, he didn’t get what he wanted.”

He took me to the bathroom and told me to shower.

“You don’t want me to go—” I said before he stopped me.

“Just take a shower. I will take care of this,” he told me.

I did as he told me and when I was done, he showed me to his bedroom.

“Sleep here tonight. Mom will watch the kids,” he said.

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he told me. “Get some rest if you can.”

His words meant a lot to me in that moment. He could have told me to just go to sleep. He could have said anything else, but he told me to get some rest if I could. He understood my trauma and knew what I was feeling.

He walked out of the bedroom and pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he left. I crawled into the bed and watched him leave.

Several days later, someone was knocking at my door. Being newly cautious, despite the security in the building, I looked through the peephole to see Mom standing there. She looked dismal. I opened the door to greet her.

“Dylan is waiting for you in the lobby,” she said without emotion.

“What is he doing?”

She looked away from me briefly and said, “Just go.”

I still considered myself new to the business and didn’t know what to expect. I got into the elevator and in the lobby, I was met by one of the security guards.

“This way, ma’am,” he said, pointing his arm in the direction he wanted me to go. I felt like some dignitary being escorted by secret service agents.

Instead of heading out the front door, he wanted me to leave by the fire escape. When I walked out, the door of a car was opened and waiting for me to get in. Dylan was there waiting for me.

“This is the downside of a business like this,” he said as I closed the door.

The driver pulled the car away and we drove several blocks away. The car was parked on the side of the road and a few cars were awkwardly placed around the intersection.

“What’s happening?” I asked my brother.

“Consequences,” he said as he exited the car.

I got out to follow him and several men approached him as we neared an alley.

“You have five minutes,” one of them said to my brother.

Dylan nodded and brought me into the dark alley with him. In any other instance, I would have been afraid to go into such darkness, but my brother’s protection was all I needed to feel safe. We walked halfway down the alley when we saw a man holding another man at gunpoint on his knees.

“This is him?” he asked the man with the gun.

The man nodded and handed the gun to my brother. I feared the worst.

Dylan took hold of the man’s hair and pulled his head up, revealing his face. It was the man who attempted to rape me before. I recoiled back several steps.

“Come here,” he ordered me. “This is him?”

I nodded quickly but still in fear.

Time slowed for a moment. I saw Dylan move in a way I’d never seen anyone move before. It was all in slow motion. He swept his leg under the man, causing him to fall flat on his face. Without delay, his body flowed into an entirely different position, and he landed on the man. His knee was on the back of his neck and one of his hands was pulling his head back. It was ethereal.

The man who assaulted me had become a canvas and my brother was the paintbrush of violence.

“Do you know who I am, motherfucker?” my brother grunted into the man’s ear.

“You’re the boss,” he said as best he could. “I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ sorry now that I’m here, aren’t you?”

Dylan shifted gracefully again, flipping the man onto his back. He raised his arm across his chest and struck the man across the jaw with the pistol grip. I heard a sound that nauseated me and caused me to step back. He broke the man’s jaw, and the sound of the bone snapping filled the alley.

“Now that I know you’re sorry, I don’t need to hear anything else out of you. You’re not dead right now because my sister was able to fight your bitch ass off. Yeah, that was my sister, fuckface!”

The man’s eyes moved to look at me and Dylan was not having it. He gripped the man’s jaw and squeezed.

“I think you’ve looked at her enough,” he told him calmly. “I have half a mind to put a fucking bullet in your chest. Since she remains mostly unharmed, I think I’ll let you breathe another day, albeit with some difficulty.”

The man shut his eyes and nodded as best he could. He tried speaking but only blood came out of his mouth. Dylan wiped the blood off the gun on the man’s clothes and stood up. He looked at me and I stared at him begging him with my eyes to not do what I knew he wanted to do.

Dylan moved his arm and pulled the trigger. A shot rang out into the alley and the man curled into the fetal position, holding his leg.

“There,” he said casually, as if a burden had been lifted off him, “I think we can call it even now.”

He knelt down next to the man.

“What do you think? You think we’re even now?”

The man moaned and nodded as best he could.

“Good!” he said loudly as he patted him on the back. “I’d tell you to not call again but I don’t think I have to worry about that.”

Everyone walked away from the man, and he remained laying on the cold asphalt. Dylan approached me and told me to come with him. I followed him to the car and despite my fear of the situation, I wanted him more than I ever had.

“What happened?” I asked stupidly.

I intended to ask who everyone was and how it all went down, but he knew already.

“They were all cops,” he said as he wiped his hands clean. “Dad started this business in the streets but made an impression with them with how he ran it. I took it a step further, bringing it all under one roof. The law is on our side. They know their hands are clean. They also know that he will talk about what happened and people will think twice about assaulting one of my girls.”

“This is their support?” I asked about the evening’s events.

“It is. Dad started the process of cleaning up the streets. He had already consolidated much of the business to himself. When he was murdered, I made it my goal to take over this business and turn it into something special. Prostitution is my business and mine alone thanks to his efforts. We serve a number of clients and I assign girls to clients based on their value. That’s why they’re tested like you were.”

I was mildly annoyed at what he said.

“How did I end up with that guy, then?”

“I can’t read into the hearts of men, Kacey. I can only fix what I see.”

He knew he did the right thing in that alley, and I knew he would never think twice about doing it again. The confidence he wielded was such a turn on. I wanted to fuck him right there in that car for what he did for me. I needed no other information from him. I wanted his cock inside me and was about to go for it until he spoke.

“Were almost home,” he said, pointing out the window.

I looked and we were turning the corner to our building.

“I want to come back to your place,” I told him.

He looked at me as if he already knew what I wanted.

“You’re off the streets,” he told me as he got out of the car, perhaps not knowing what I intended at all.

He held his hand out for me to take. I took it and he guided me out of the car as if I were his guest at a celebrity awards show. I followed him up to his room and when the door closed, he went to the bar to pour himself a drink. Since he had not responded to my previous attempts to be with him, I decided to show him what I wanted. I removed my clothes and stood naked in the middle of his apartment as I did during the first interview. I noticed me right away and attempted to be ignorant of my intentions.

“I told you that you were off the streets, Kacey,” he said.

Between his brutal actions earlier that night and his calm demeanor just then, I responded the only way I knew how.

“And I’m telling you that I want you,” I replied shyly.

He set his drink down and moved toward me. I stood firm in my position but accepted the idea that he might dismiss my proposal in favor of some new business idea or to outright deny me completely.

“You want to be mine?” he asked.

He was stern in his demeanor, and I was intimidated by his response. My life flashed by me in images that reflected all the bad choices I made. The two men who knocked me up and left me behind reminded me of my poor choices in partners. My brother saw my value and accepted me into his world. He had protected me my entire life, even when he was absent from me. He protected me still to that day.

“I’ve made bad choices in my life, Dylan. You took me in and gave me everything I have. One could argue that I’m in love with what you have, but you’ve made it clear that this is mine, too.”

He nodded in agreement.

“People could argue a great many things about why I’m standing here naked, giving myself to you. Let them argue that. You’ve shown time and time again that you’re the man I’ve always wanted at my side. Never before have I wanted to give everything that I am to a man, Dylan, and that man is you.”

With that, he took me in his arms and guided me to his bed. I took off each piece of his clothing slowly as I told him what I intended to do to him.

As I took off his shirt, I said,” I’m going to suck your dick and love every minute of it.”

He smiled at me and let me continue. I tugged his pants and underwear off and held his dick in my hand.

“I’m going to worship this thing for a while.”

I took a few moments to suck each of his balls into my mouth. It was a technique I learned from a client not long before that night. When I was done, I ran my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip and took him in my mouth. I looked up at him and he was looking sternly at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him to mock his stare and his stoic face changed to a pleasured appearance. I continued to suck on his cock for several minutes, knowing he wouldn’t cum that way. When I was prepared to move forward, I dropped the bomb on him.

“If I am off the streets, then the only cock I want is yours. Fuck me like I’m your lover and make me that,” I told him.

I was prepared for him to reject me. Instead, he pushed me onto my back and flung my legs open. He moved between them and pushed his cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” I announced.

He pushed his cock in and out of me, never letting his eyes leave mine. I matched his intensity and stared deeply into his eyes as he fucked me harder and faster.

“I’m yours,” I whispered to him a few times.

With each iteration, he fucked me harder and faster as if knowing I was his made it truer each time I said it. I felt his thick cock slide inside my pussy with each stroke and the circumstances that led up to that night made each thrust worth it.

“Fuck me!” I begged over and over.

He fucked me hard and fast. As I stared at him and watched him pleasure us both, whatever care I had that he was my brother left me.

“Cum inside me!” I begged.

He never responded. His actions spoke more to my soul than his words ever could. He was gentle, yet authoritative. He fucked me normally but held my body differently. I was his and his alone, but I was free. When he came inside me, I cried.

“Oh my god!” I cried out loud.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, showing the first sign that he wasn’t as all-knowing as I thought.

I smiled at him and with tears in my eyes, told him that feeling his seed inside me made all the mistakes of my past worth it in that moment. He told me again how the other girls only ever spent that one time in his apartment.

“You wanted me all along”, I told him, guessing at his motives.

“I wanted you long before that,” he admitted.

I rolled off him, forcing his cock out of me and lay next to him.

“When did you know you wanted me?” I asked.

“When I knew how hard you were trying to make your own way with two kids. It’s not about your looks, Kacey. It’s about your personality and your spirit. You’re the best person I’ve ever met. Yeah, the girls here are great people and I love them all, but you’ve always been special to me.”

Never had such an elementary statement affected me so much. He was very street savvy and he had fooled me up to that point, but even in his limited vocabulary he managed to make me see who he really was.

“The best person,” I repeated. “Such an elementary phrase but the power you put behind it is immeasurable.”

He rolled on top of me and positioned himself to move inside me. I nodded at his perceived request, and he pushed his cock inside me again.

“Fuck me, Dylan. I’m yours!”

“You’re not mine, Kacey,” he told me. “You’re a woman of her own desires. I’m just a man who will be fulfilling them.”

I looked into his eyes and stopped him from pushing his cock in and out of me.

“Dylan,” I said sternly, “I give myself to you. I’m yours. I want no other man. You protected me when I need it most and I trust no other man to do the same.”

He pushed past my defenses and continued fucking me. He pressed his lips against mine and buried his cock deep inside me. I grunted loudly as he filled me completely.

“I’m so full!” I announced.

When I opened my eyes, his eyes were peering into mine.

“You’re my woman?” he asked.

I nodded and told him, “I am your woman. No other man will know me like this.”

He moved his cock in and out of me a few times, keeping his eyes on mine.

“Your eyes beg me for more,” he said.

“Then give me more,” I told him.

He pushed his cock in and out of me several more times until he came. He begged me to cum on me, but I wanted to feel his cum flow inside me. When he finished, his eyes closed tightly, and each thrust of his hips pumped another squirt of his juice inside me. I lay there as content as I ever had been. I turned on my side and kissed him softly and we talked about so many things. We ended up falling asleep holding each other.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone in bed. I rolled over and looked at the clock and immediately panicked. It was several hours after I was supposed to get the kids to school and come back to work. I rushed out of bed and ran naked into the main room of his apartment to get the clothes I left there.

When I came into the room, I yelped in surprise when I saw my mother sitting on the couch. I looked around briefly for my brother and he was nowhere in sight. I foolishly tried to hide my nakedness from Mom.

“I’ve seen enough tits and ass in this place to last a lifetime, Kacey. Yours are no different.”

I chuckled nervously as I went to get my clothes.

“I can see why he struggled to wait until the right time to bring you into his bed, though.”

I turned to face her, no longer shy about my body.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Get your coffee and come sit,” she told me. “The kids are at school, and nobody is expecting you to work today.”

I no longer cared about clothing. I went to get the coffee that had already been freshly made. When I joined Mom on the couch, she began speaking right away.

“I hate to be the one who has to keep revealing things to you, but this is where the story ends. Dylan never had it in him to tell you everything so, I told him I would.”

I rolled my eyes slightly and wondered what else she could possibly tell me. She showed me how she still felt about that by holding up her hand like she was going to slap me.

“Girl! I have told you about doing that!” she said.

I smiled and asked her to get on with it.

“Dylan and I spoke at great lengths about you before you called him that night. We hashed out every single scenario we could think of that could happen once you called him. Nothing that’s happened is a surprise. You walking out here naked this morning from his bed is not surprising.”

“Uh, okay?”

“You’ve already agreed to have your son or daughter run this company when they’re of age, right?”

I nodded and said, “Yeah, if they want to. I told him that we would talk about that more when the time came.”

She nodded.

“And what if he gave you a child last night?” she asked as if she wasn’t talking about my brother impregnating me.

I stared at her knowing I never even considered that as a consequence of what we did. All the mistakes I made in the past flooded my mind and I knew instantly that what I did with Dylan wasn’t a mistake.

“So, what if he did? He’s not like the others, Mom.”

She smiled widely and perhaps for the first time in my adult life, I saw pride in her eyes. I smiled back but was confused.

“That’s all I needed to know,” she told me and reached to me for a hug.

I set my mug down and hugged her. She held onto me for a long time and told me how happy she was that I finally found something that made me happy.

“I guess life had plans for me and I had to find my own way here.”

I thought for a while.

“Everything had to happen exactly as it did to get me where I was,” I told her. “I’m very happy here and if I have Dylan’s baby, it will be loved just as much as Clint and Lilly ever were.”

Just then, Dylan walked in with breakfast. I got up and walked quickly to him and hugged him, kissing his face repeatedly.

He laughed and asked why I was still naked.

“Well, our mother caught me off guard this morning as I came to get my clothes.”

“Now that your brother is here, we can finish this discussion,” Mom said as she took the bag of food into the kitchen.

I turned back to Dylan to see if he knew what she was talking about and caught him looking my nude body over.

“You can have this again soon,” I told him.

“Yeah, well until then, go into the bathroom and get one of the robes. It’s not that I don’t want to see you naked all the time, certain people have access to my apartment during the day and they could just walk in.”

I smiled at him and said, “You mean you don’t want me barefoot and pregnant?”

He playfully shoved me like we did to each other when we were young.

“Go! I’ll get your clothes sent off to get cleaned.”

When I returned, Mom had a full table set and we both joined her.

“As I touched on before he came back, we had talked about every possible scenario we could think of and there were only a few that would have gotten us at this table today,” she told me.

“You already know how we got here, so I won’t cover all of that again. I think we both understand that we want each other and not for a romp in the sack once in a while, right?”

I nodded quickly.

“Then it’s time for Mom to retire,” he told me.

My eyes shifted to Mom quickly.

“He’s right. I want to go out and live a little before I’m confined to a cane or my deathbed. I’m going to take money from the business enough to keep me going and you will take my place. The business belongs to both of you officially now. I’m signing over all my interests in the businesses to you today and I will go back home and be happy in retirement.”

I smiled warmly at her and told her, “Good for you, Mom. You deserve it! I mean, you had to deal with so much, your happiness is long overdue.”

“Thank you, honey, but that is not why we’re talking here. That could have been an e-mail. Until I sign over everything, I still have a say in this place and we’re here to talk about your children.”

“What about them?”

“Well, I told Mom that Clint and Lilly would be the natural heirs, as they should be, if they want it. If we happen to have children, they will also inherit their fair share. The question is how.”

After several hours of discussion, we wrote down a game plan on how to hand over the businesses. Once Mom left, Dylan and I showered and went back to bed. He made love to me several more times that day and filled me with his seed each time.

***

I did not get pregnant that day or any day soon after. It was only a matter of time, though. After a year of me running the books and sneaking up to his apartment at night, it finally happened. Our daughter was born healthy and happy, and we began looking for our replacements in the company and our exit to a more normal life. Clint and Lilly remained our first choices but we both agreed soundly that it would have to be their choice without pressure from us.

Clint was up first.

He showed little interest in things outside of his peer group. He was interested in sex, for sure, as I had discovered evidence over the years that he knew what sex was and how to handle himself. I had gotten a few calls from concerned mothers around that time about his interest in their daughters. One had practically caught them in the act. With both of them being eighteen, there was little we could do. With everything I had been through in my life, I counseled him on his sexual responsibilities, and he assured me that he was better than Jerry ever was.

I accepted that along with the fact that he would not be interested in the bigger picture of my life. It would be several years before Lilly could be approachable. I focused my observations on her while continuing to watch my son.

Lilly was headed down the same path I was at her age, but she was different. She was ambitious but reserved. When it came down to deciding her classes for the next year, she involved me in the process. She planned everything out and looked at every possibility there was available to her. I watched her with pride as she took the steps she needed to not become me on her own.

That all changed when she was on break before entering college.

Dylan and I were on vacation out of the country. We received a call that it had been discovered that my daughter was using Dylan’s apartment for her personal pleasures. One of the security officers gave us all the details. We asked him not to interfere with what she was doing and to keep everyone off that floor until we returned.

We laughed together and each of us realized the opportunity that the phone call presented us.

“It seems Lilly may have a unique appetite for our business,” my brother told me with a hopeful tone.

“It does,” I agreed.

A concern enveloped me immediately.

“We need to talk about her, Dylan. I know how you run the business and I have agreed with it from the start. I’ve never cared you being with the new hires as part of the process, but—”

“I know, Kacey,” he interrupted. “I don’t want that, either.”

The thought of him having sex with my daughter bothered me more than anything else. I knew what she would be doing in the business as I had done it all myself. Our security guard found her asleep in Dylan’s bed, but several items of concern had been found around the apartment. A bottle of wine had been left out and opened and clothes had been strung about the apartment. In his room, she slept soundly but there were a few sex toys on the side table that indicated she had not been alone the entire time.

It also seemed she may have had a secret female lover.

It seemed she didn’t know that the apartment wasn’t as private as someone would typically have liked. I didn’t have all the details I wanted but we both agreed to have a talk with her when we got home.

I gave my daughter a heads up that we were on our way so she could clean up and think we would never know. A few days later, we invited her up to the apartment with the intention to talk over dinner. I had the conversation planned in my head, but Dylan went right in for the kill.

“Did you enjoy my apartment while we were gone?” he asked Lilly.

She was caught off guard and stuttered as she tried to come up with something to say.

“We know you were here and by the items you left out, it seems you were enjoying yourself. Who was in here with you?” I asked her, following my brother’s lead.

She stared at me blankly, no doubt trying to come up with an answer.

“Lilly, you’re a woman now and we just want to make sure you’re being safe and responsible,” I told her.

She was showing signs of emotional distress.

“Baby, tell me what’s going on!” I asked, feeling emotional myself.

“Lilly,” my brother added, “there’s nothing you can tell us that will change our opinion of you.”

Lilly still refused to answer us.

I was about to say something, but Dylan interjected.

“Let’s get the easy stuff out of the way. You know what goes on around here?” he asked.

We never approached my children with the reality of our business. Employees were prohibited from disclosing any information about the top two floors of the building and the business that operated there. Lilly knew that Dylan was my brother. She didn’t know that he was her sister’s father.

“Yeah,” she said meekly.

We were both surprised that she knew. Dylan became a little aggressive.

“How did you come to find out?” he asked.

Lilly appeared intimidated by him, and she became upset. I explained to her why we kept a lot from her and her brother but that we wanted to ensure that they weren’t exposed to things that they weren’t prepared to have on their minds. Once we fully explained everything that took place in the building, we attempted to refocus on what she was doing in his apartment. She had other ideas.

“Is Uncle Dylan my sister’s father?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied quickly and confidently. “I am not ashamed about that, Lilly. It’s that relationship that I have with him that makes me open to whatever you have to tell me.”

Her eyes shifted between me and Dylan. She exhaled deeply and took my hand in hers.

“I’m gay, Mom. My girlfriend told me what happens here.”

“Okay, that’s not a problem at all. Who are you dating?” I asked, expecting her to name someone who might only be mildly aware of the business.

“Uncle Dylan,” she said, squeezing my hand, “don’t be mad at me.”

Dylan’s face changed to something I’d never seen. He was genuinely upset but I knew my brother. He was upset that she thought he would become angry with her.

“Lilly, you’ve been an angel your entire life. You’re venturing into a complicated part of your life. I’m here to help you, not get mad at you!” he pleaded.

Tears formed in her eyes.

“Jennifer,” she told us.

I nearly laughed at the revelation. I recalled her initial interactions with me and my fondness for her. I also remember wanting her myself but never following through.

Dylan’s demeanor changed. He went to pick up his phone and summon his prized employee to his apartment. Lilly stopped him.

“She’s waiting outside,” she told him with a nervous expressed.

She got up and walked to the door and opened it. She held out her hand and Jennifer took it shyly. They exchanged words that I couldn’t hear. Jennifer had always been confident in everything she did, but she was shy and reserved about approaching us. I knew my brother’s anger was brewing inside him at what he perceived as deception on her part. I took his hand and gave him a look that let him know I knew what he was thinking.

“Hear them out,” I told him quietly.

Lilly sat where she was before. Jennifer remained standing next to her lover and kept her eyes on the floor.

“Jennifer,” I said with a smile, “please sit down.”

She did so, looking at me then shifting her gaze to her employer.

“Sir, I never meant—”

“Save it for a minute,” he said, holding a hand up, stopping her pleas.

He tapped his fingers on the table as he carefully considered his next words.

“There was a time, not too long ago, that me and your mother discussed you becoming our successor in these businesses. We would retire and leave the day-to-day operations to you.”

He went on to explain in depth how he vetted every employee including the complete interview process all of the girls had to go through. He told Lilly that she would have been subject to the same rules.

“I believed the success of this operation resided entirely with my personal and intimate knowledge of the women that were being hired. I now believe that is no longer required. We could go back and forth about why that is, but let’s just say my life goals have changed.”

He leaned back in his chair and shifted his gaze to Jennifer.

“As for you,” he said in a significantly more hostile tone, “I’ve fired people for much less.”

“Sir—”, she started.

Dylan held his hand up again.

“Lilly, do you want all of this?” he asked.

She looked up at her lover.

“No!” Dylan said aggressively. “I’m talking about the people, the building, the businesses I stood up and your mother helped me run.”

“I do,” she said strongly.

“You want that above your college aspirations?”

She nodded.

“Are you in love?” he asked her, looking at Jennifer as he asked.

Lilly stood and took her lover’s hand in hers.

“Very much so,” she told him, her eyes meeting his confidently.

Dylan looked at me to see if I was in the same frame of mind as he was. I nodded, knowing what he had on his mind. It was a compromise I was willing to let him move forward with.

“I have only one thing to ask of you both. Without this, I cannot hand over the company in good conscious.”

Lilly and Jennifer waited patiently for Dylan to tell them.

“Our intention is to walk away from this but remain consultants until some time later. You both will run the business and when your reputations have filtered throughout the community and your word is beyond reproach, we will become completely hands off.”

“What is it, Uncle Dylan?”

“I need to know the depths of your love for each other. I know Jennifer is a passionate and talented lover. She would not be a mentor if she wasn’t. I want to see the woman you’ve become, Lilly. I want you to show me the love you have for her.”

Lilly looked confused.

“Jennifer has the experience in this business I expect someone to have if I am going to consider handing it over. I’ve always intended to pass this down in the family, though. You have no experience here and I’m only just now learning about this relationship. Words don’t mean much to me, Lilly. The way you interact intimately as a couple will tell me everything I need to know.”

Jennifer knew exactly what Dylan was suggesting and why. If I had not come into the business and there was no one else to pass it to in the family, she would have been the one to take control. She took control and pulled her lover into a tight embrace. She whispered things into her ear and Lilly had her eyes on me the whole time.

I nodded at her as she watched me.

Jennifer kissed my daughter passionately and they walked toward the bedroom that they shared several days prior.

“Do you want to follow them?” Dylan whispered to me.

“I want to know, just like you do, how serious they are for each other.”

We followed them to the bedroom. When we arrived, their bodies were pressed against each other as they undressed. I observed their naked bodies moving gently in concert with each other. I watched them in a new light. My daughter was certainly a woman, and she was in love. Nothing was playing out as we envisioned it would. I recalled the time when she was little that she told me she was happy because I was happy. I felt the same in that moment.

We watched them both as they moaned, grunted, cooed and laughed.

When it was over, it was like we were flies on the wall. They never acknowledged us as they had one orgasm after another. We remained invisible to them when they talked intimately with each other after and held each other close. They fell asleep in each other’s arms without ever saying another word to us. For that time, they isolated themselves away from us. They didn’t treat it like a performance.

I walked up to my daughter and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear that I loved her. Dylan woke Jennifer briefly and told her to come see him later. He then covered the two women with his blanket and followed me to my apartment.

I went to talk to him about everything that took place, but he had other things in mind. He took me to bed, stripping our clothes off as we went. He skipped all the foreplay and used the fact that I was still insanely turned on by him to enter me with his cock and fuck me slowly.

“We can finally live a normal life and raise our daughter,” I whispered in his ear as his cock went in and out of me. “Give me another one, Dylan. Give me our second child!”

He lifted his body from mine and said, “What do you think I’m doing?”

“Yes!” I happily hissed in his ear.

***

The day after I watched my daughter make love with Jennifer, her new lover, we drew up all the paperwork and we began setting up our new life. We made a big deal of show of handing over the keys to the apartment to Lilly and Jennifer. We had an all-hands meeting with the employees of our businesses and let them meet their new leaders. There were mixed reactions to the announcement, but Dylan told me it was the same when he took over and that he wasn’t worried.

We purchased a home on the other side of town and raised our family. I was pregnant one more time and had another girl. Clint visited often as he still worked to figure out what he wanted in life. We came to tell him everything about the businesses we ran and that his sister had taken them over. He didn’t care too much that I had children with my brother and that he knew his sister was gay well before we did. He told us that it was up to her to tell us, not him.