I was standing outside my house with a cigarette in one hand and money in the other. A rooster was crowing in the distance and the sun was just beginning to spread its golden hue. Zipping up my leather jacket, I took another drag of the cigarette before flicking it away and went inside the house. The last customer of the day was gone and I had a break of six hours or so before resuming work. The house wasn't impressive or anything. It had a small living room with a couch and a TV, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen.
I knew my sister, Brooke, was asleep in her room and my mom, Samantha, was getting ready to hit the bed. Taking off my shoes, I went to sleep on the couch. It was afternoon when I woke up, my sister was having lunch. Mom, meanwhile, was getting ready for work. She was applying green lipstick that was complementing her green halter top and black shorts.
"Where's Brooke?" she asked, looking at me in the mirror with her deep blue eyes.
"Finishing lunch," I replied as I sat down on the edge of bed.
"Come here, brush my hair," she said.
I went and standing behind her started brushing her long blonde hair.
"Business isn't going well. Yesterday only two johns came," she said.
"You are losing your touch," I said.
"It's not my fault they aren't coming. It's your job to bring them. Maybe you are not doing your work properly."
"Yes, yes. Just get ready. I'm going to take a shower."
After lunch, I lit a cigarette and stepped out of the house.
I was living in a town called Drew. The total population was around 1,500. It was a pretty isolated town as the next town was around 200 miles (over 300 kilometers), but it saw good business because it was right next to one of the busiest interstate highways in the country. While the town was unremarkable, what set it apart was its economic activity. For generations, the town has made all of its money from just one profession: prostitution. We have been involved in this trade for as long as we can remember. And what made it even more special was that it was a family-run business. Men, including fathers, husbands, and sons, brought the customers, and females of the house, including mothers and daughters, served them. Both men and women took up their respective roles at the age of 18. However, it hasn't always been smooth sailing. Over the decades, we have been threatened and attacked by the government, by religious institutions, and by others.
I was standing there with the second cigarette of the day in my hand when a car slowed down and a middle-aged man looked out of the window.
"Looking for fun?" I said.
"What do you have?"
"Come in and check it out yourself."
While he was parking the car, I whistled toward the house to tell Mom that a john was coming.
When I entered the house with the customer, Mom was standing in the living room, with her hands on her hips, her long legs apart in the short leather skirt, and her boobs and the shape of her nipples on full display in the tube top, which was also exposing her whole stomach, her shoulders, arms, and her bra strap marks.
Brooke was in her room as she was having her period.
"How are you?" Mom said, extending her hand.
"I'm fine," he replied as he looked at her 5'10 body from head to toe.
"She's the best. She's as flexible as a noodle and as tight as a bun," I said, using my oft-repeated line.
In response, he shrugged his shoulders and started looking at the door.
"She's all yours. Use her as much as you want," I added.
Slapping her ass, I said: "Go. Give this gentleman the best time of his life."
She took his hand in her hand and led him to her room. I followed them and took the money from him as she started taking off her tube top. I left them and came out of the house and began waiting for the next customer.
After around 20 minutes a truck pulled up and the driver started walking toward me, but changed his mind midway and began going toward the neighbor's house where Derek grabbed him and took him to his wife and two daughters.
Actually, Derek's family was part of the reason why our business was slow.
He had three women in his house - wife and two daughters - while I had only Mom for johns. We were of course expecting business to pick up as Brooke had just turned 18.
While the income of the town wasn't high as a whole, we didn't have many expenses either. We had no shopping malls, movie theaters, fancy restaurants, or even schools. All we had was one park with some swings and merry-go-rounds. The bulk of our spending went on three things: women's clothes, makeup, and alcohol.
Just then the door of the house opened and out came the john. He grinned at me, adjusted his trousers, and darted toward his car. I went inside the house and entered Mom's room. She had a towel wrapped around her body and was drying her hair. I was picking up the cigarette packet when Brooke came and lay down on the bed.
Mom picked up a T-shirt lying on the chair and turning her back toward us, opened her towel and wrapped it around her ass, leaving her wet back naked. Then she put on the T-shirt.
"Mom, you're too old for this," Brooke said, looking at the T-shirt that was so short that her under boobs were peeking out, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, the shape of her nipples was also visible.
"Honey, even at 39 your mother still got the hottest body in town. Didn't you hear that man scream?" Mom said as she climbed on the bed and sat down on Brooke's crotch.
"All I heard were your oohs and aahs."
"Yeah? Well, those ohhs and aahs are what they like. That's what brings in the cash."
"Get off me. I can't breathe," Brooke said.
Mom got up and with her face turned toward us, put on her panties and shorts. I went outside the house and started waiting for customers. After around 40 minutes a car pulled up with two guys of my age inside it. I began talking with them and they agreed to come inside the house to check out the merchandise. Mom was standing with her legs apart, her hands were on her hips and her big boobs were pointing straight at them.
The guys looked at each other and one of them whispered to me, "You have only one?"
"She's equal to three. She's so flexible that she can take both of you together and so tight that you won't be able to enter her. She knows more poses than Kamasutra. Look how big they are and they are all natural," I said.
"OK. How much?" one of the guys said without diverting his gaze from Mom.
"Do you want to do it together or one by one?" I asked.
"One by one," the other replied, looking at his friend.
"Great," I said as Mom started walking to her room.
After taking the cash from the guys, I gave beer to one of them and began waiting with him on the porch for his friend to finish. After these two guys left, we didn't get any customers until 10 pm when a regular client came and stayed with Mom for an hour.
