Money buys everything

The moment Audrey finally parked her car in front of Carl’s house, her whole body shivered. That was her last chance to change her mind. If she rang the doorbell and entered his place, would be too late.

She looked at the rear view mirror inside her car. Alex, her son, was peacefully playing with his portable video game. He was so innocent, oblivious to what his mother was about to do. Unaware his mother intended to corrupt him. Audrey remembered Carl’s proposition and shivered again. Was she really willing to go that far?

Her life, and her son’s too, certainly improved in the last 10 months, thanks to Carl’s “generosity”. It seemed like ages passed since she was just one of his employees, and had a lot of trouble paying her bills. Till the fateful day her boss offered her a new “job”.

He was a very busy man, and as such, he didn’t want to invest time in a “normal” relationship. But he had needs like anybody else, so he usually looked for high profile prostitutes to satisfy those needs.

But now he wanted more. He wanted exclusivity, a prostitute of his own. And yet, it seemed pointless to just propose something like that to an experienced prostitute. He wanted fresh merchandise. And then he laid his eyes on Audrey.

A good worker in his company, she was taller than Carl, almost 1.80m opposed to his 1.71m, something he really enjoyed in his whores, he always appreciated dominating women taller than him. She was cute and had a hot body, her pale skin had a nice contrast compared to her long, dark hair, and a pair of blue eyes adorning her angelic face. Her long, slick legs were hypnotic, he enjoyed watching her with a short skirt.

A quick background check and Audrey became a good candidate for his wicked plan. Loving mother of an young boy, she became a widow recently. With no previous professional experience and an unfinished education, Audrey was drowning in a sea of problems.

She had to sell their house and car, and was living in a tiny, rented apartment in an ugly part of town. And even so, barely could pay for her bills with her job. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she needed the money, but how far would she be willing to go to improve her life? That’s what Carl wanted to find out.

It’s quite easy for a boss to create a situation to keep a single employee till late at work, and that’s what Carl did. When he was finally alone with Audrey, he called her over his office, and asked her if she was interested in a promotion.

“A promotion? Yes, very much!”, she answered gleefully. But before telling her what would her new duties be, he offered her a check filled with enough digits to numb her mind.

“That will be your new payment of you agree on your promotion”

“Wow… sir… receiving this amount every month would certainly help me”

“Monthly? No… you’ll get it weekly if you agree”

“Wow… thank you!”. She wouldn’t be able to hide how happy she was, even if she tried. She would have the best salary in the whole company. “What will my new job be, and when do I start?”

Carl smiled, and slowly detailed her new job. His private whore. She had to be available sexually to him anytime he wanted (obviously discarding those “womanly” days), and to whoever he wanted to. Nothing else. Her old duties would largely remain the same, except with the help of a new assistant, hired by herself, to ensure her work wouldn’t stall due to her new, main occupation.

Audrey’s happy expression disappeared in an instant. Heart broken, soul torn apart. Her current situation was terrible for her beloved son, he was suffering so much, having a hard time to adapt to his new, poor lifestyle. He was used to a very comfortable life provided by his daddy, but now he was gone, and his mother wasn’t nearly a capable of making money as her deceased husband was.

That money would mean a nice, welcome improvement, and maybe Alex would be able to smile again. But wasn’t the price too high? Selling her own body, becoming a prostitute to provide for her crumbling family, that idea was making her head spin, she felt dizzy and sick.

Yet, Audrey knew like she had no real choice. Carl promised that, if she didn’t agree, nothing would change. Her job was safe. But that wasn’t entirely true. Something very important would change. From now on, anytime she looked at her son crying because he still couldn’t adapt to his new life, she would feel guilty, because she had the opportunity to change that, and refused because of her moral beliefs.

A mother’s priority must be her son’s happiness, not matter what.

“One final thing”, Carl added, watching the stunned woman in front of him. “I need an answer now, because, answering your last question, you’ll start right away”

With teary eyes, Audrey nodded.

Sensing the woman’s hesitation, Carl turned his chair slowly to his left, slightly opening his legs.