Dad chuckled. “I met this woman a while back, and after meeting up a few times, we’ve hooked up! She’s rich, and I’m sure she won't say no if I borrow a little side money. I can pay you back every penny I took from you.”
“… seriously, Dad,” I groaned, and fell back into the bed.
We were father and son, after all. I was having sex for money, and he was doing more or less the same thing, only worse. This woman probably thought they were in a relationship, right? I wasn’t sure just what he meant by hooked up, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
She would at least be close to his age, right? He was too old to be getting a sugar momma. What would I do if it was someone younger?
Crap.
“Dad, tell me you’re not doing anything illegal right now. This woman isn’t married, is she?”
He made a rough sound. “Why would you think I would do that, huh? I don’t want to start fighting with anybody’s husband, of course, she’s not married! Don’t make it sound as if I tricked her.”
Why else would you be calling me about this, I thought to myself. It’s because you plan to trick her out of her money to pay me back, right?
I threw an arm over my eyes, feeling a bit ashamed of my dad.
“Whatever,” I muttered. “I’m tired right now, and I have some work to get done, so I’ll talk to you later.”
I cut the call before he could say more, but I couldn’t bring myself to fall back to sleep.
What am I going to do about this old man?
He was my dad. While not always the best father growing up, I’d counted on him for a lot, and he didn’t always let me down. Since it was just the two of us and I had no other family, I wanted to believe him, but I no longer trusted him.
Besides, whether or not he gave me the money, it was too bad since I’d already made a date with a new client tonight. She’d agreed to pay the ridiculous price, too, so I couldn’t just go back and cancel.
This had to be someone really desperate to actually pay someone to sleep with them. I didn’t have to worry about too many people finding out, or trying it out, and with the funds, I got from my part-time job, it was enough to keep me going for a while.
I wonder who it is.
After some moments spent contemplating, I sighed and got out of bed. There was no way I could sleep now, so I might as well take a shower and start looking into those assignments. The group ones would be the most troublesome since I had to track down my group members, then come up with an agreement that worked with my current schedule.
Later, close to midnight, I left to go and meet the girl. We’d agreed on the time and place, and she’d already put in the payment. My curiosity about who it could be was even higher. I had to sleep with this girl, after all.
I hope she’s at least pretty.
Stopping in front of a door, I double-checked to be sure I had the right place, then lifted my hand up to knock. I only hesitated for a moment, before I gave a couple of sharp raps.
Do I have everything?
I patted myself down. I had my phone, keys, and wallet in one pocket. In the other, I had condoms and a small sachet of lube. It had only been a few weeks since I started doing this, and things were already getting out of hand.
Since my high school days, I’d been pretty confident with my looks. I’d lost my virginity as a sophomore, and I’d dated quite a few girls before, so I wasn’t self-conscious around women. This was hardly a normal situation, though, and I took the time between my knock and the door opening to compose myself. I’d have to be the one full of confidence the moment I walked in there. When I was sure I had everything, I relaxed. Then, I had a thought and checked my breath. I’d eaten a mint just before I got there.
The door opened, and I looked up. The girl… was not what I was expecting.
She was a few inches shorter than me, with dark hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and matching dark eyes. She was in a simple dress with flats on, and she looked dressed up for a date. Her head tilted back as her eyes met mine, and I smiled. She blinked, then cleared her throat.
“Hi,” she murmured, voice quiet as her cheek went red in a blush. “Are you the one behind the sext me line?”
I grinned. “Yes, that’s me. I’m Noah; it’s nice to meet you.”