I write in novel length stories, 110,000 - 130,000 words. I endeavour to keep the length of my chapters consistent. I try to keep the updates no more than fourteen days apart. I consider myself simply my character's editor.
In this story the chapters will be written to be a complete scene independent of the rest of the story. However they will be significantly enhanced by reading the whole story.
This prologue is written in the third person. This scene is how the relationship between Jessie Canter and Carol Messer began. It is written as a combination of the stories they told me. All future chapters to this story will be written in the first person. They however may be written by either Jessie or Carol.
Prologue:
Jessie sat on his bed, he read the letters over and over. You have been accepted to .... University for admission in the fall of 2009. There were eight in all, every school he applied to had accepted him. It was a dream; a dream Jessie knew just wasn't going to come true.
Jessie's dad had run off several years ago. His mom was a stupid, drunk bitch who couldn't even support them. His job for the Messer's barely kept the roof over their head and food on the table. He tucked the letters back under his mattress and headed for the kitchen.
Anna Marie, his little sister, was cooking a large skillet of scrambled eggs, a cheap easy meal. It was her field day, the signal that the end of the school year was near. Anna looked at him over her plate; he could see she wanted to ask him something. It was probably about money, he did his best, it wasn't really enough. She knew things were tough.
"What is it Anna? You may as well ask, the worst case I say no." His voice soft and sympathetic.
Anna's eyes looked sad. "I want to go to Girl Scout camp." Her shoulders sagged, but she continued.
"It's not the money Jessie. I can get a scholarship." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"I'll be fourteen soon, I promised I'd work for Messer's with you this summer. You can't keep doing it all Jessie." She practically sobbed, the tears now flowing down her cheeks. "If I don't work how will you go to college? I saw the letters Jessie. Don't try to tell me they were all rejections."
"Anna, your going to camp and for me, college will wait. " he reached over and yanked on one of her braids. "Don't forget we've got to go shopping for your graduation dress tomorrow. I won't be home till late tonight, don't wait up." Jessie smiled and sauntered off acting his cocky self. Jessie was thankful Anna was too young to realize his job for Messer's could never pay for the life they lived. That would be over soon she started high school in the fall.
The day passed quickly; Jessie finished his finals. Then he put in four hours at the yard servicing equipment. Frank Messer had promoted him to crew chief the day he turned eighteen. It meant a significant raise, lots of responsibility, and overtime, every penny would help.
His crew would do the three large condo complexes this year. He wanted to manage a whole territory next year, his crew would have to be the best. The mowers, wackers and blowers were ready. Now, it was time to earn the extra cash he needed for Anna.
Jessie, walked slowly. His jeans were purposely too tight, show casing his ass and outlining his bulge. The evening was cool, his chest basically bare in the black mesh t-shirt. He purposely kept himself hard, running his hand suggestively over his cock as each car passed. It was rare if Jessie spent much time walking. He was young, muscular and well endowed. Mostly now it was a familiar face that paid for his time.
A black Beemer slowed as it rolled up the street. He didn't recognize the car. If he could pull this mark in maybe he'd make enough to go home early. Jessie, ran his right hand over his cock, making sure to show its full length and girth. He ran his left hand under his shirt, exposing his ripped abs, tweaking his right nipple. It puckered from his touch, a cocoa brown nub on his bronze chest. The passenger window was rolling down as the car stopped next to him. He leaned in and started his standard spiel.
"$200 for quick oral, $500 an hour..." His voice cracked and he stuttered, as he realized not only was the driver a woman it was Mrs. Messer. "... an hour for straight fucking. Other services are negotiable." He finished the pitch hoping she would just drive off and never mention this again.
"Get in." The door locks opened as the window went back up. At first he wondered if she had actually recognized him. He couldn't imagine she didn't. She handed him his paycheck every Friday. They drove away in silence. Jessie, sat as close to the door as possible. Out of character, but at the moment his head was spinning.
Once safely away Carol Messer began to speak. "Jess, I didn't know it was you when I pulled up. If you want, I will take you home, pay you for one hour of your time, simply drive away and never mention it again." She paused letting her words sink in.
"But, we were both on that street for a reason. I have very particular tastes; tastes I don't share with my husband. And my guess is, you need the money. I can be discreet if you can. So, your house or my Condo?" Carol never looked at him, her voice was soft and confident. When she finished she continued to drive in silence.
Jessie, took a deep breath. Could he do this? At least she was a woman. She wasn't a bad looking woman, actually in a business suit she was down right hot. He had certainly sold himself to worse. Old, fat or just plain ugly he learned early how to just do. How many men had he blown or fucked.
He did this for money, it wasn't about sex. With all the humiliating things he had done in the last two years how could this be worse. Jessie, relaxed into the plush leather seat. He sold his body for money, she had money, really this was simple. Jessie closed his eyes took a deep breath and sighed.
"Your condo." It was barely more than a whisper. It was only moments before they pulled into the under ground garage.
The air was heavy around them, neither spoke as he followed her to the elevator. The elevator opened into a dove grey marble lobby. There was a single entry. A double door ran from floor to ceiling, when she entered a code, both doors swung inward. Her condo was clearly her haven; light and airy, shades of white, pink and navy, sleek and modern. Exactly the way she dressed.
He followed her into the living room. She pointed to a chair; Jessie crossed the room obediently and sat down. He was getting more nervous every second.
"Jessie, I told you I have very particular tastes. I prefer well built, strong, submissive young men," Jessie, shuddered at her words. "They need to be willing to submit to any desire I may have. I prefer to have a single male under my exclusive control. So if you become my sub you will not ever be on the street. You will be given a substantial allowance. You will quite simply belong to me. Do you want to continue this discussion?" Her voice was soft and controlled, she could just as easily have been talking about the weather.
Off the street! No more random strangers touching him. No more men. Jessie could suck a cock; actually he was very good at it. Fuck a guy, hell ya, it feels good and so powerful. His cock stays hard no matter what now. Get fucked, just not happening. Money, men were money, there was no attraction there.
Jessie nodded his head, never lifting his eyes.
"Jessie, look at me when I am speaking to you." There was a stern edge to Carol's voice. Jessie slowly lifted his eyes. He watched her face through his dark lashes, his whole body was trembling as she continued to speak. "You will answer me out loud in the future."
"Jessie, I want to look at your body. Would you please stand up and remove your clothing." Carol's voice never changed. It was soft and smooth, but it convey command and control.
Jessie removed his Nikes and his socks, tucking his socks into his right shoe before he stood up. He could see her watching him. A small smile had crossed her lips when he was taking off his shoes.
Jessie only had on the mesh t-shirt and jeans. He carefully pulled his shirt over his head. Dragging it slowly upward. His body was ripped. He was just over six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, eight percent body fat. His body was already bronze from working in the sun. His coco brown nipples were fairly small just a little larger than a dime.