Earning Money_(0)

“I need money” she was saying, “I have to find $2800 for a European tour.”

I looked at my sister “A what tour?”

“In May Betsy, Alice and Talia are going to Europe for three months. They want me to go too but I don’t have enough money, I need $2800 and I need it in nine weeks. Do you have some I can borrow?”

“Hey, in case you haven’t noticed, I go to college, I don’t have a fucking spare quarter much less a few hundred lying around. I’m broke.”

“I can’t ask mom, she’s always busted too. What the hell can I do Sam? I really want to go with them.”

I sat across the cafe table from my younger sister and studied her face as she mulled over her lunch. Keri is 20 and just graduated from a community college. To celebrate she and her three lifelong friends wanted to spend some time touring Europe. My sister is a stunning young beauty with long thick auburn hair, hazel eyes that often shaded to green and a body to keep a few million male fantasies alive. At 5’10 she was the tallest of the four friends, in heels she was almost as tall as my 6’2. As her older brother I spent years watching her grow from a lanky rail thin ugly duckling to the gorgeous long necked swan she is today. I had a lot of friends that were my friends only because of her. They weren’t hanging around because of me, they were hanging around watching Keri grow from a little girl to the wet dream she is today.

“Sell your body,” I teased, “with your mouth and legs you could earn that much in a week.”

Keri looked up at me “Don’t be an ass, I’m serious.”

Three days later I was invited to a big party to celebrate someone’s milestone birthday and because the guy’s parents were loaded it was at a local country club. It was a couples only bash and since I was between girlfriends I asked my sister if she wanted to go. The ball was semi-formal so Keri dressed for the occasion in a curve hugging jade green satin dress that revealed the outline of her body from neck to ankles. The left side of the dress was split to mid-thigh to give her legs room to move when she walked. The neckline plunged low across her breasts exposing a pleasant vista of deep firm cleavage, jade jewelry accented the dress. My sister was as alluring as any woman at the fete, she raised the testosterone level of every swinging dick in the place.

“I thought you were broke, where in hell did you get that outfit?” I asked her.

“I borrowed the dress and the jewelry is the best fake stuff I could by at Target. I wouldn’t want anybody to look at it up close.”

“The way you look a lot of guys would want to get up close; I’d sure as hell like to meet the woman who loaned you the dress. Not all the women here will be jealous, but most of them will be watching their men carefully.”



Keri smiled coyly at me “Too bad you’re not a real date, it would be fun giving the girls here a hint of what I could do for a man. I bet some of these sticks close their eyes in the dark to keep from seeing what is happening to them.”

As the party progressed I spent a lot time with my buddies while my sister found a couple of other young beauties to gossip with. Occasionally some guy would approach her for a dance or to offer her a drink. I looked across the room to see Keri talking to a pretty black girl when suddenly she blushed across her cheeks and down her neck. She stared at the girl then spun and walked away. She spotted me and came across the room in a nervous hurry “Sam, you won’t believe what just happened! See that girl in the red dress? She propositioned me!”

“Propositioned? She wants to take you to bed?”

“No, not with her,” my sister whispered, “with a man. She’s an escort, there are three of them here, they were invited to the party by some guys. She’s gonna get paid money for fucking someone later.”

That little revelation didn’t surprise me, not at the level of society we were enjoying at the club “Why would she tell you that?”

Keri looked at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, “They need a fourth girl for later, she thought I’m like her, so she asked me what service I worked for and if I could do a little sideline work. She’s a fucking prostitute and she thought I’m one too!” My sister was in shock.

I’d had enough to drink to muddle rational thought. “So go with them, do a little lip on some cock and charge a couple hundred. Screw him and get another couple. Hell Keri, you might even enjoy the work.” I smiled my best ‘I’m kidding’ smile at her; my sister fled from my insane comments to the bar.

A few moments later I felt fingers brush my arm, when I turned I was looking into the deep dark almond shaped eyes of the black call girl, her eyes made me think she had some Asian heritage. “I’m sorry if I offended your girlfriend” she said.

Christ she was pretty, “She’s my sister and she could use a few lessons in reality” I returned.

Just as she was about to say something more Keri came back. She stopped next to me facing the girl, “Okay, what would I do and how much could I earn?”

At 5’8 the shorter woman had to look up into my sister’s eyes “Serious?”

“Yeah, why not, I’m adventurous, I can try this too but I don’t want an old fat slob hanging on me.”

I stood in stunned silence as my sister was led away to a corner to talk privately.

Keri left a few minutes later with the call girl. I was still standing flabbergasted when I saw a white stretch limo pull up in front of the building and the two got in. Moments later two more attractive young women and four men came out of the shadows and got into the car too. My head was spinning as it pulled away. My sister was in that car and she was going to fuck one of the guys that followed her into it; maybe she was going to get fucked by more than one. I left the party and drove home in a daze. I’d been kidding when I told Keri she might make good money with her body but the lure of cash ultimately proved stronger than her modesty.

I dreamed about Keri, my sister’s legs were wide open and some old fart was stuffing Fifty Dollar bills up her cunt while she cooed about traveling to France. I didn’t wake up in a sweat; I woke up with a rock solid boner in my fist. For the first time in my life I throttled my erection while thinking about what Keri could do with her body.

It was two more days before I saw her again. She came into my tiny apartment in a state of nervous embarrassment. I didn’t wait for an opening; I asked her straight out “Did you fuck one of those guys?’

As soon as the question hit the air she visibly relaxed then smiled “I got five hundred dollars for letting him. Temple, the black girl, she got five hundred for setting it up. Sam, that was a thousand fucking dollars for three hours of playtime. It was awesome!”

Once again I was surprised into silence. Keri was bubbling with pride that she had traded her virtue for money. As I sat there and stared at my sister the hooker, my perverted mind wanted to hear the details but I knew I shouldn’t ask. I needn’t have worried, Keri was so thrilled about her sudden wealth she continued, “We went from the party to the Broadmoor Hotel, you know, the tall one on the lake shore. Those guys took us to the penthouse; the penthouse Sam, then the real party started. I was scared and didn’t know what to do so I just followed Miriam’s lead.”

“Miriam?”

“She’s a Marilyn Monroe clone, I like her, she told me to stay loose and enjoy the power I have as a woman over those guys.