Chapter Three
Skye
Apparently, my mother told the scary mafia man I was good for her debt, and he should talk to me. Then he sent a picture of a pair of legs that were not joined to a body, a warning for how both my mother and I would end up.
“Oh fuck. That’s rough,” Lily says, but she says it almost matter-of-factly. Like shit happens, move on.
“So, I had to empty my savings to cover a portion of my sister’s tuition, so she’s not kicked out, at least for now, and I have to come up with two thousand dollars so she can finish the semester.
Punchline? I won’t even be able to pay rent due in three days or eat until I find a new job, which could take forever.
And I can’t take out a loan, because my mother screwed up my credit score when she took out a slew of credit cards in my name when I turned eighteen. ”
“Oh my fucking god, girl. You’re like the princess of doom,” Lily laughs.
“That would be me,” I say, shrugging my shoulders and laughing before I take another sip of the drink and grimace uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to lay that all on you,” I say, my voice hoarse as I shake my head, embarrassed. “Enough about me and my problems. How’s life treating you these days?” I say, trying to change the subject.
“I think I can help you out,” Lily says, smiling.
Unless Lily from twelve B is going to hand me a very, very large sum of money in the next three days, she really can’t help me. No one can actually.
“I could help you out with a job. Minimum hours, very high pay, and that will still leave you half the day to find a regular job if you still want to.”
“I’ll take it,” I say, not caring what I’ll have to do, not hiding my desperation in the least. I’ll take anything I can get my hands on, and I don’t mind getting my hands dirty either. I’ll take ten jobs cleaning toilets if I have to while I work out what to do about my mother.
“I don’t even care what the job entails. At this point, I just need enough to cover the tuition fees for my sister. I’ll have to move back in with my mom since I won’t be able to afford rent anymore.”
I would cry tar rather than move back home with my mother, but it’s either that or the streets. I’m not made for the streets.
“You won’t need to move in with your mother, and I may be overstepping, but what kind of mother gives their daughter up to the mafia that way?”
“Mine,” I say, and I feel like I’m going to ugly cry right about now.
“You can cry after you hear me out. I work for a company called Babes, Babes, and Babes.”
Lily works at a baby store. I would have never guessed that not in a million years. She pulls out her phone from her pocket; her fingers swipe across the screen before she hands it to me.
If I expected her to show me babies, I’m overwhelmingly embarrassingly wrong.
On the screen of her phone, in vivid colors, are scantily dressed women, and even calling their attire scanty was stretching the truth, the same way their little lace skirts stretch over their butts and vaginas and concealed nothing.
Excuse me, but what the hell is Lily showing me?
“I’m a Babe.” Lily pulls back her phone and scrolls a few more pages.
“I don’t understand.” And the minute I say it, I look again at the screen she’s showing me.
There she is. Perfect porcelain skin and jet-black hair in two ponytails.
She’s wearing a tight tank top that says brat on it and shorts so tiny they look like underwear.
Transparent underwear. She’s licking a lollipop.
“I make thousands of dollars a month, sometimes more, sometimes just a little less, depending on whether my regulars are in town.”
“Doing what?” I ask like an idiot. But I’m hoping Lily explains it to me as if I just landed on planet Earth.
“Whatever they want,” she says with a wink, “I have a regular who goes by the name Clive, and all he wants is to suck my toes and then come all over them. At first it felt funny, but now I kinda like it, especially when it’s cold,” she says with a straight face.
“He pays me two thousand dollars a session, and I usually fit him in between a facial and a tan once a month. I pay 20% to BBB, and the rest is mine. They do all the screening and provide security when I’m out on a job.
Every Thursday there’s Garth. He wants me to call him Daddy, and he gives me a bath in this huge gold bathtub; I kid you not.
That’s all he does. Just bathe me, and one hour later, I’m three thousand dollars richer.
“Then there’s Emmanuel, and he fucks me right into next Tuesday with his giant schlong, but he’s so sweet he always makes me come first. Four thousand dollars whenever he’s in town, usually once every two months or so.
He has access to my pussy, but my ass costs him twice that,” Lily says, smiling deviously.
“There’s also Jenna. She’s an older woman, and no one, I swear, no one, eats my pussy the way she does.
She’s a big-shot CEO, takes me away for a weekend to some luxury resort once a month, wants nothing but my pussy, and has five thousand dollars banked.
Are you getting it yet? There’s no greater or more precious commodity in my opinion than a woman who enjoys sex and gets paid for it. Why not?”
“I… I wouldn’t know. I haven’t even had sex yet.” I say before I can stop myself.