I want to thank people for the great emails I have been receiving, especially to the person who suggested this story, I hope they did not mind waiting for this story, enjoy.
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About a year ago, I was really struggling at University. Even though my course was paid for thanks to my mom, my living expenses were just too much. I really tried to find a job, but no one would offer me a job, not even as a dishwasher. My mom offered to help but I refused, even though it sounds stupid, I had some integrity, I wanted to survive without money from my mom, who had already paid a lot for my education. I really wanted to prove to myself and my mother that I was an adult now; I needed to be able to do this on my own.
University was about 100 miles from home and every weekend I would see my mom, I did miss her, she was like my best friend. She treated me as an equal and we were open to talk about anything. She was a successful lawyer at a local law firm, though due to private nature of her business she never did tell me much.
Anyway it was Thanksgiving of my second year, and so far I had just managed to survive, but I was so close to either quitting or robbing a bank. I arrived home to a frosty welcome. It was pretty cold and the snow was coming down quite fast, I only just managed to get home. Once home I was greeted warmly by both my mom and a very welcome fire.
"Get yourself warmed up and I'll get you something warm to drink, hot chocolate?" mom asked.
"That would be lovely mom, thank you." I replied.
I just took my coat and shoes off, before settling on the rug in front of the fire, resting against the edge of the couch. Mom returned shortly and placed two large mugs on the coffee table. I picked up a mug and holding it in my hands to warm them, took a much needed sip, as it slowly warmed my insides.
"I've never seen it this bad, I surprised you actually made it, I was so worried about you Sophie."
"So was I, I almost came of the road at the freeway exit, but I was close enough to keep going. So how are things mom, work going ok?
"Fine, business is a bit slow with the weather and thanksgiving, but things should pick up after the holidays. How are things with you, are you still struggling with money?"
"I am close to being very rather than just poor, I only just had enough for gas to get home. But please don't worry, I am sure something will turn up soon. I just need a couple of weekends of work and I should be ok for a month."
"Maybe you should stop coming down for the weekend?"
"No way, I really enjoy coming home at the weekends, I miss you mom, even if I am an adult, you're more than my mom, you're also my best friend and I really look forward to our weekends together."
"What about I pay for your gas for coming here?"
"No, mom, please I want to earn my own way, I will find something soon, I am sure." even though I wasn't. Mom sensed this and let out a long breath. "What's the matter mom?" she sat down on the couch, studying the fire for a moment.
"You are very stubborn you know, that's your father talking, if you were more like me, you would let me help. But if you really want to do this own your own, earn your own money, then I can help get you a job, for the weekends you are down here."
"That sounds fantastic, mom, what's the job, I could do some filling or research, anything you could get me would really help." I pleaded.
"We've been pretty open with each other, I know nearly everything about you, even your sexual exploitations. I know sex is fun for you and at the moment a serious boyfriend is something that you're not interested in."
"Yes, what's your point?" mom was worrying me, she seemed to be trying to tell me something, but looked confused on how to tell me. "Mom whatever it is you can tell me, no secrets remember?"
"Well that's the problem, their is a secret I have kept from you. Not that I thought you would have a problem about it, but I wanted to avoid too many questions."
"I can only imagine it was very important to you for you to keep it hidden from me, whatever it is, will you just tell me what it is and what it has to do with a job and sex?"
"I do not work as a lawyer, I'm an escort."
"You're a prostitute?"
"I suppose you can call it that, as we do end up having sex with most of the clients, but the money is good."
"Since when?"
"Since you were 16."
"About the same time as you got your boob job?"
"After I sued that lawyer practice for sexual harassment, no other law firm would hire me locally, so I looked around for something else, and then I met an old friend who helped me get a job with her escort agency. I was very unsure, but since your father died, I had you to look after and the settlement money was not going to last long, especially with your university fees, and sex was something I still needed so I decided to go for it. My friend Monica suggested I get my boobs done and I did. I since then things have been good, a few bad clients but with the money I earn, I could retire in five years, I've managed to invest quite wisely, made the money work for me and the future."
"So what has this got to do with me?"
"I could get you a client for Saturday nights, you should earn enough to last a month or more."