It was January when I received a call from my supervisor to meet him in his office. He was a regular-looking guy of average build. He had this habit of rubbing his chin and grunting before he was about to deliver unpleasant news.
As soon as I stepped into his office and I saw the chin rub, my heart sank. Was it about to happen to me, I wondered? Five people had already been laid off due to budget cuts. I couldn't afford to lose my job.
"Argghhh," he said almost as if he was having an orgasm. It was really a weird thing he did, "unfortunately Yolanda, we have to let you go."
I nodded. What else could I do?
"I'm really sorry about this," he said looking at my tits as he often did. He never tried anything with me or any of the other women Yet his eyes were always glaring like he wanted to lick up and down my slit without regard for time. A few times I wondered how his sex game was.
I stood, "No worries, it's not your fault. I understand."
He eyed me with a devilish grin, "You know, Yolanda, you're a pretty girl, I'm sure there are other ways you could make a lot of money."
I tilted my head, "Excuse me?"
His cheeks flushed red, "Oh no...I wasn't trying to offend. It's just, I have a girlfriend and she has a website where people...men and women pay to see her do things."
"Things?"
He smiled, "She makes tons of money. We're buying a house at the end of April."
I nodded. He wrote a website down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I gave a half-smile and proceeded to exit.
"I'd definitely pay to see you," he blurted out.
It did make me chuckle inside. He wasn't a bad-looking guy. Dark brown hair, stood at five feet eight inches tall. Most women liked men six feet or better, but since I was only five feet six inches, he was plenty tall for me. Too bad he had a girlfriend I thought.
I left his office and went to my cubicle to clean out my area. I said goodbye to the few co-workers that remained on that I knew personally. I'm sure they wondered if they would be next.
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Home. Nothing special. A three-bedroom condo that my mother owned and would visit on vacation three times a year. It was perfect. All I had to do was keep up the utilities, but no job meant, my savings would dwindle fast if I didn't devise a plan.
Aiden's words reverberated in my mind, "You're a pretty girl, I'm sure there are other ways you could make money."
I was pretty. Cocoa brown skin, high cheekbones, natural highlights, my face the perfect oval. I knew I was pretty, but I often shied away from relationships. I didn't dress fancy or wear makeup, which meant, I went unnoticed most of the time.
I pulled up the website. It was interesting. You pay a fee to see people do all sorts of things. Could I do something like that? I definitely didn't want anyone I knew to get wind of it...mainly my mother.