Chapter 02
Desperate for money, June gives prostitution a try.
June picked up the telephone receiver three times and hung it up three times. The fourth time, she dialed the number and, holding back her tears, she cradled the receiver to her breast.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
"Hi Larry, it's June," she said finally lifting the receiver to her ear and mouth.
"Well, well, well. Do you need more sporting goods because, this time, after the way you treated me the last time, it will cost you full price."
"I apologize for my rude behavior, Larry, but you must understand that John is the only man I've ever been intimate with and you shocked me, when you grabbed my breast and fingered my nipple."
"You probably felt the same way the first time he fucked you, June, no doubt. Right? Am I right? Right? Yeah, sure, no doubt, you probably still think that you're a virgin."
"After birthing three children, I'm sure that I don't think of myself as a virgin, Larry," she said with a laugh. "Besides, just because John and I were in love and I was a virgin, when we had intimate relations, doesn't mean that I'm a prude either. I've been around."
His abrupt manner reinforced her reason for not wanting to call him. She felt sick to her stomach and it took all the control she had not to slam the receiver down in his ear.
"Love, what is love anyway? No one is in love with anyone. We all love ourselves too much to love someone else. We all love money. Money is what we love. Money is the only thing that anyone loves. There's no room for love without money and there's no room for love with money. Money gets in the way of love, June. You can live without love, but you can't live without money."
She hoped that he wasn't right. You're wrong, she wanted to say, but didn't. His sudden outburst, albeit somewhat prophetic, shocked her. After being so poor for so long, after her lack of money has diminished her love for her husband, she knew he was right. Nonetheless, she didn't want him to know that she agreed with anything that he said or thought, except for that bitter fact that she needed money to make ends meet. Moreover, upping his use from a six pack a week to a six pack a day, John had started drinking again. There were no jobs and his unemployment was quickly running out. Bill collectors were calling night and day.
"Can we meet somewhere out of town where we can talk over a cup coffee?"
"You can meet me here at my place, June," said Larry. "No one will see you."
The thought of meeting Larry at his place excited her and revolted her at the same time. Having never been alone with another man without her husband and/or her children acting as her protectors and preservers of her reputation, it had been a long while, since she had sex and she was horny, but not necessarily for Larry. She was horny for the warm feel of a hard cock inside of her pussy.
"I'd rather we met at a public place where we can—"
"Is that what you're going to tell all your clients, when you're called to escort them? Hell, if you can't even meet face to face with me, your manager, then maybe we shouldn't even be having this conversation."
She thought about it. He was right. Besides, what did it matter? Either she was going through with this or not. Either she was doing this or not. Larry wasn't a problem. She could cold cock, if he became fresh, in the way he did, when he grabbed her breast and fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra. Truth be told, in the horny way she felt right now, she wouldn't so mind him touching her in that way again.
"Okay, okay, what time?"
"You know where I live?"
Knowing him like she did, he probably still lived at home with his mother.
"Are you still on Heather Lane?"
"Yes."
"What time?"
"Now, meet me now."
"No, I can't. I have the kids. John went out to the employment agency. I don't know when he'll be back," she thought, figuring, no doubt, he'd hit the bar to feel sorry for himself over one too many beers, before heading home drunk. She pondered what time was a good time to meet Larry. "I'll meet you tonight, around 8pm, after I put the kids to bed. I'll make an excuse to John to leave."
"I'll see you then and don't—"
The sound of his voice grated on her nerves and she hung up the phone, before he finished any more of his stupid talk.
John didn't come home. Just as she figured, he was out drunk somewhere feeling sorry for himself. She called her mother to babysit the kids, while she went to meet with Larry. Hoping he wouldn't be stupid enough to drive home drunk, John had the car, so she had to take the bus to his house.
Excited at the same time with the thought of the sexual adventure, she was sick with the thoughts of working for Larry and having sex with strange men. She was tired from her worry that caused her not to sleep a full night. Desperate and unable to think of what else to do, they were stuck. She didn't want to lose her house. She didn't want to be put out in the street by the sheriff, like some stray dog. There wasn't even enough equity in the house to sell it. They only bought it three years ago and had to pay points and a higher interest rate that was now even higher. They stood to lose the down payment they put down to buy the house, if the bank was to take it.
She walked up the path that led to Larry's house. The houses were far enough apart and the bus stop was not near any of the houses that no one saw her. Besides, except for Larry, she didn't know anyone from this part of town. She hadn't been down around here in years, when she had to go this way to go to high school.
Larry was waiting for her on his front porch with a big ass smile on his face, as if to tell her that he knew she'd changed her mind and work for him. The little sexual excitement she had with the thoughts of escorting strange me, while traveling on the bus was replaced by fear. She didn't trust him. For all that she knew, maybe his escort business was all imagined. Maybe this was just a ruse to get her alone.
"It took you long enough to get here. You said 8 o'clock. It's almost 8:30, he said holding up his watch arm. I figured you weren't coming. I was just about to go out to check on my stable of women," he said lying. The only woman he hoped to have was her.
"I had to wait for my Mom to get to the house. Then, I had to wait for the bus. John has the car," she said without looking up at him, suddenly filled with dread.
"I would have picked you up," he said and she shot him a look that told him that was a bad idea. "You're Mom could have—"
"How could I explain that I was going to your house?"
"Yeah, well, if you're working for me, that's a bridge we'll have to cross, because I'll need you to make your appointments on time. Come inside," he said acting like the gentleman that he wasn't by holding the door open for her.
As soon as he closed the front door behind her, he was all over her trying to kiss her. When she resisted his attempts to kiss her, he felt her ass. When she pushed him away, he squeezed her tits. She felt like she was back in high school at the drive-in. Then, when he tried lifting up her blouse, she kneed him in the balls.
"Jesus Christ, June! Great! That's just great," he said. "Is that what you're going to do, if a paying client wants a little sexual comfort?"
"A sexual little comfort? Is that what you were trying to do? I thought you were attacking me," she said with smugness. She stepped back from him and fixed her clothes. "I don't know, Larry, I just don't know what I'd do if someone attacked and molested me in the way you just did." She looked at him bent over and holding himself. "I'm sorry. You surprised me. It was just a kneejerk reaction," she said with a laugh. "I didn't expect that from you," she said taking a step forward to touch his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
He rushed at her again and they struggled. He kissed her hard this time and she pulled away, but he pushed her back up against the wall again and kissed her again. He was too strong for her and even though she could have struggled more to resist him, this time, she allowed him to kiss her and, when he forced his tongue past her lips, she allowed that, too.
He reached between her legs and felt her where no one but John has ever touched her. Even though she recoiled from his touch, she responded by not brushing his hand away. Obviously, for him to touch her in the way, touching her through her pants and panties, he knew how to pleasure a woman. She was glad she decided to wear pants and not her short skirt.
Immediately, as it had before, his hand found her breast and she allowed him to touch her there, too. His hands were all over her big tits. Fondling and caressing her breasts, he fingered her nipples through her blouse and bra. She stopped him when he started unbuttoning her blouse.
"What the Hell you doing, Larry?"
"This is how it works, June. You gotta have sex with me first, before I hire your ass. How do I know if you're any good? How do I know how much to charge my clients if I don't know what you can do?"
She looked at him with as much horniness, as she looked at him with emptiness. He made her feel dirty. She was sickened by the thought of him having sex with her. She was sick to her stomach and wanted to vomit all over him.
Having already thought about it, she wanted to escort men, talk to them, go to dinner with them, watch a movie, and have a drink. Maybe, she'd even go as far as a goodnight kiss and some light petting, but not this desperate groping and, especially, not in this way. More akin to a wrestling match, this had nothing to do with making love. Only, there was nothing romantic about trading sex for money. Love had nothing to do with prostitution. She thought of her alternatives and there were none. The phone, gas, and electricity were due for shutoff, if she didn't pay the past-due balance, at the very least. She needed money and she needed money now.
