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24 hours ago, Jill had sat in her living room with her head in her hands.
"What the hell are we going to do" she thought.
Her husband Alan had been running their wholesale business for the last couple of years, and seemed to be managing it quite well. However they had just had a discussion about the business when Alan dropped the bombshell.
"I have got into major difficulties with finance and our suppliers" Alan said.
"Instead of sticking with our usual suppliers, who are a little more expensive, but reliable on quality and delivery" he explained,
"I took a gamble on cheaper goods from less reliable contacts, and its gone pear shaped."
Jill looked at her guilt ridden husband and said.
"What do you mean a gamble?" "What's to gamble with? I don't understand."
"Look" started Alan.
"For the last couple of years our business plan has been as simple as it can be."
"We buy stock one weekend, sell that stock in the following week, and the profit is our living."
"The problem is, I have cleared out our entire money reserve at the bank to buy these goods, trying to cash in on the great deal. The goods I bought from a couple of guys I had just met, turned out to be useless and only fit for the garbage."
Jill stared at Alan with a look of bemusement and shock on her face.
"We will just have to buy some proper stock from our usual suppliers then, and take the hit and put it down to experience" she said.
Alan didn't know where to start telling Jill the situation they were in.
Alan took a deep breath.
"We have no money Jill."
"Using our money to fire-fight this problem means that we have missed payments to the bank."
"The situation is, if we miss one more payment to the bank they will foreclose on us, the house, car, everything would be in danger."
Jill didn't believe she was hearing this, Alan continued.
"The thing is, to put off the problem I went to a loan shark. I borrowed the necessary money and bought this weeks stock and we are back to normal."
"We can now trade again and pay off the bank arrears in time."
Alan continued.
"However we need a £1000 to pay off the loan shark and our cash assets are zero."
"If we don't find this money this week then, next week it will be £1500 the week after £2250 then £3375, because the 50% is owed on the total debt each week."
"If we can't afford 1K this week, we won't be able to afford 1.5k next week and so on, we will never be able to pay if off. Our only chance is to make the due payment this week while it is only 1K and all this goes away."
Jill whispered,
"You mean you have run the business in such a shoddy way, that after making thousands a week, owning a large house, cars etc, we are vulnerable to a total collapse for the sake of A LOUSY GRAND?" she screamed.
An hour later, after the furious row that had resulted in the disclosure, and in which Alan had shouted at her "If you're so fucking bothered, why don't you sell your ass for the money, it would only take an old bag like you a few years." Jill sat alone upstairs thinking.
There were all sorts of various ways that being totally at the mercy of a loan shark could destroy them, but the one which seemed to bother her most was the grandchildren's education, and how it would be paid for. They had promised their two children that the grandchildren would be educated at their expense. How could they go back on that now?
Jill was 57 years old; she had looked after herself in life and was reasonably slim. Although she had been quite attractive and still maintained a level of prettiness, those looks were on the wane. She stood in front of the mirror and thought to herself.
"If that bastard wants me to sell myself I damn well would, but who the hell would want this?"
She considered her body, curly brown hair, quite a pretty face, medium size breasts, and a round paunch of middle aged spread on her stomach. Her hips and thighs just starting to fill out.
"Yeah sell this right!"
After a further argument with Alan it was made clear they had about 3 days to raise the cash and stave off disaster.
Jill was sat at the red stop lights in the car. She had decided it was a lost cause and was close to tears permanently. She looked across the street at a girl who was stood at the entrance to an alley. The girl looked a damn mess.
"How does she think she will get a nice young man looking like that?" Jill thought. Just then a man approached, had a brief conversation with the girl and then disappeared into the alley. At this point the penny dropped with Jill and she realised the girl was a prostitute and she had just found some business.
Jill was quite a prim and proper woman. She had had only one man before her husband and had never cheated in 35 years of marriage. The thought of sleeping with another man was alien to her as it was, but for money? Never!
For the next two hours as the available time left to save themselves evaporated Jill had made up her mind, she had made the most radical decision in her life. The thought of what she was about to attempt to do, was so nauseating she felt physically sick, if any woman was so ill equipped for the challenge it was Jill, but the thought of her children and grandchildren forced her into the decision.
"If that scruffy slut can get business then so can I."
With the decision made Jill started to actually shake, she opened her wardrobe and looked through her clothes. Here was the first problem; the average 57 year old reserved woman does not usually have a wardrobe of clothes in which to dress for this occasion. She had no time to go buying clothes and anyway what the hell would she look like stood on a street corner with high heels, mini skirt and her breasts falling out of a gaudy blouse?
She chose the shortest skirt she possessed. It was red and it came to just above the knee and a black silk blouse. In her limited experience she seemed to remember prostitution always seemed to include girls dressed in red and black. Jill did not possess really high heeled shoes so her medium heeled shoes with straps would have to do.
Jill put on black plain underwear applied some makeup, which took some doing she was shaking so much, and she was ready.
