Daisy leaned back in the bath tub and tipped her beer can up to her lips. The bitter brew rushed down her throat and drowned the butterflies in her stomach.
She had no reason to be nervous. It wasn't like this would be her first time with a stranger. She was twenty three years old and had been with a lot of men since her freshman year of high school. Hell, just a few days ago she had knelt between two cars and sucked off a client in the middle of a parking lot.
But she had known him from school. Her next client was a complete and total stranger. There were no dates or flirtatious text messages to get to know him. For two hundred dollars she was supposed to go to his house and take every inch of him in her tight body.
It wasn't too late, she could still call it off. No money had been exchanged or contracts signed. She could still go out and find a job. There were a few more nursing homes and hospitals that she could apply to and if that didn't work she could always go into retail.
Daisy thought back to her job as a cashier in high school and downed the rest of her beer. There was no way she was going back to that hell hole. She took a deep breath and exhaled and tried to ignore the Florida heat that wafted through the open window.
She couldn't just quit on her second client. This was a dream job. She didn't have to answer to any suit wearing tyrants and could make money doing something she enjoyed. No matter who it was with sex was better than washing bed pans and inserting catheters into elderly people. Yes sir better by a mile.
Daisy tossed the empty can in the trash and opened another one. Why had she ever thought nursing would be good for her? She glanced at the maroon nursing scrubs that were hung on the the bathroom door and drank slowly.
It had been her mother's idea. What better way to meet a man than to nurse them back to health. Neither of them had counted on her getting hired by the Duggarville Nursing home but Daisy had been optimistic. After all old people had sons, handsome drop dead gorgeous sons.
She had met such a man shortly after taking the job and it had turned into the worst two years of her life. He was gone and forgotten now and she was done with relationships at least for a little while. She wanted to feel free again the way she had in high school bouncing from man to man and with no one but herself to worry about. It was just one more reason to keep her appointment.
Daisy finished washing and pulled the plug on the drain before she stood up and dried off. She tossed the towel in the hamper and walked naked into the next room. There wasn't much space what with it being a studio apartment above her land lord's garage.
She had a small kitchenette towards the front of the room and a bed shoved against the back wall underneath the window. There was a leather sofa she had picked up on the side of the road and a small stand with a twenty three inch flat screen on it. Other than the bathroom the only other space she had was the closet where she kept her dresser and other clothes.
Daisy did not mind the small space though. For eight hundred dollars a month it was all hers and the heat and electric were included. It certainly beat living in her mother's decrepit mobile home.
She opened her closet and stared at the shirts and dresses hanging inside and contemplated what to wear. Should she dress like a hooker? How did hookers dress? She didn't have much, mostly jeans, t-shirts, shorts and sun dresses. Didn't hookers wear micro dresses and fishnet stockings?
Daisy drank her beer and mulled it over. It wasn't rocket science. This man wasn't going to be her future husband. He was going to spread her legs and slide his hard cock inside of her then she would leave two hundred dollars richer. Still it was an important decision.
Halfway through her third beer she gave up worrying and decided to treat it like any other casual date. She chose a simple black tank top with a pair of short white shorts then set them on the bed and opened her underwear drawer. She added an orange bra and matching thong to her ensemble then grabbed her white sneakers from the floor of the closet.
Daisy sat on the bed in plain sight of the window and turned her lap top on. While it booted up she pulled the thin orange thong up her long legs and firmly into place. She put her bra on backwards to secure the clasp easier then spun it around and slid her arms through the straps.
Outside her land lord was busy weeding his flower beds. Or he would have been if he had not looked up and saw Daisy dressing in the window. She felt him staring and turned towards the window and waved at him. He flinched and jerked his head down to the flower beds and Daisy laughed.
The perv was always looking in on her but she didn't mind. Mr. Higgins was a lonely man in his late fifties and widowed. He had always been kind and even let her miss her last two rent payments. She saw no harm in giving him a free show every once in a while. Especially when she enjoyed being watched.
She put on the rest of her outfit and opened her email. The newly minted account already had a few messages promising to show her tips for male enhancement but she was more concerned with the one at the bottom of the inbox. She double clicked on it and read the message aloud.
"I would like to hire you for a few hours. Please arrive at two o'clock p.m. Park one block away and walk to the side door of the garage. Please be discreet."
Daisy checked the time and cussed. It was already one ten and the drive would take at least forty minutes and that was only if her car cooperated. She grabbed her purse and keys and took the stairs down to her beat up yellow Honda and climbed inside.
"Please start," Daisy said.
She inserted the key and listened to the engine wheeze and cough. "Come on don't hate me now. I swear I'll get you new tires and an oil change but right now you have to start." On the third try the engine coughed and sputtered and came to life. She thanked her lucky stars and eased the car out of the garage and out onto the dirt road.
Daisy sped all way to town only slowing when the dirt road gave way to black top. She double checked the address at a stop light then turned left and followed Main Street west out of town. By one fifty three she found the house and drove another block before she parked.
The house itself was a lavish dark green two story home with black trim and a well manicured lawn complete with a three car garage and privacy hedges around the property. She ignored it's affluent brilliance and hurried to the side of garage and knocked.
The door opened enough for a face to peek out at her and she smiled. "Hello," She said. "I'm Daisy."
The door opened wider and the man behind it waved her in. As she stepped through the door he shut it behind her and she stopped in her tracks.
There were no cars in the garage but a row of work benches and tool chests lined the back wall and a tall air mattress had been blown up in the corner. A TV had been set up next to the air mattress along with a video game system and laptop and a simple red rug had been placed in front of the mattress.
A teenager in dark skinny jeans and a white tank top sat on the air mattress and waved once at her.
"What's going on?" Daisy said. "I thought there was only suppose to be one of you."
"There was but then I told Alex about my plan and he insisted on joining in."
Her supposed client was a huskier teenager with short blond hair and blue eyes. Unlike his friend he wore a pair of baggy red shorts and a t-shirt with a foreign cartoon character on it and white ankle socks.
Daisy held onto her purse and took a step back. "What exactly is your plan?" She said.
"Nothing crazy," He said. "Alex and I are" He went quiet for a moment and looked at his feet. "we're virgins and we'd like to remedy that before graduation."
Daisy's brow furrowed and she chewed on her bottom lip. She had been expecting a lot of things but not this. "How old are you guy's exactly?"
"We're eighteen, I swear," He said. "look we have I.D." He snapped his finger at his friend and said "Alex get over here."
The gawky teenager hopped off the air mattress and almost tripped over his own foot on his way to the door. He was a tall, scrawny kid with long curly red hair and the faint traces of a mustache.
With shaking hands the boys dug out their wallets and handed her their I.D's. She held them up to the light and squinted at the small print then passed them back once she was sure they were eighteen.
"My name's Jeff by the way and this is Alex." He sighed and said "but you already knew that from reading our I.D.'s"
"Smooth one dude," Alex said.
Jeff slapped his arm and said "Shut up Mr. Trips A Lot."
"You know I have vertigo man I can't help it," Alex said.
Daisy raised her hand and interjected. "Um boys can we get back to the plan here?" She said. "I'm suppose to fuck one guy for two hundred dollars not two for the price of one."
"Oh don't worry I've got money too," Alex said.
He fumbled with his wallet again and pulled a wad of tens and twenties from it. Jeff did the same but with two crisp one hundred dollar bills. Daisy reached out and counted to make sure it was all there then dropped it in her purse.
"So that means you'll do it?" Jeff said. "that's what the money in the purse means?"
"You aren't robbing us are you?" Alex said.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "She's not robbing us you idiot, she'd have a gun or a knife."
"You don't know, they've got kick boxing at the gym now," Alex said. "she could be a black belt in all sorts of lethal arts."
"There is no way, maybe one or two but no more than that." Jeff closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled heavily. "Dude we have a hooker here and we're arguing about martial arts."