I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“And you thought that selling your panties online would be a good way to make money?”
She throws me a lopsided smile, making my heart pump.
“Well, it’s worked so far, I can say that for sure.” Her response is confident and self-assured. This is a girl who knows exactly what she’s doing. The kind of girl who isn’t afraid to do whatever she needs to do to get what she wants. I like that. A lot.
“How much do you make, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She frowns for a moment.
“I can’t tell you information like that right off the bat!” she protests.
I lift an eyebrow.
“Trust me baby, just think of me as your priest. Besides, how would we explore a sale if I don’t know how much you make? That’s the first part of any potential deal.”
She bites her lip, just thinking.
“Okay, I guess you’re right. If things go as they are now, about $10,000 a month. Is that what you were looking for?”
I nod.
“Interesting.”
“Not bad for an eighteen-year-old fresh out of high school, right?” she asks with a small smile on her face. But I’m not focusing on the amount of money. I’m focusing on her age.
Eighteen?
Is this woman really only eighteen-years-old? I narrow my eyes and study her face. She does indeed look rather young. It’s not a problem though because she’s legal, so what do I care? Still. Eighteen is so young, and she’s practically a baby.
“So what do your parents think about this?” I ask, trying to move the conversation along. Katie takes a deep breath.
“My mom’s totally on board with the idea.”
My nose wrinkles.
“Really? No complaints?”
The girl shrugs.
“Mm-hm,” she answers. “Meredith isn’t exactly, um, you’re usual maternal figure, should we say.”
“I see.”
I pause for a moment, taking time to size her up. So far, she seems intelligent and confident, with a certain knack for business. All good signs. After all, I want her for more than just her company. I consider making her an offer right away, but I don’t want to scare her off. Maybe a little more wining and dining, a little more pressing the flesh will do the trick.
I navigate my way through more conversation, trying to gauge what kind of woman she really is: if she’s the type who will be offended by the offer, slap me, and then leave; or if she’ll be the type who’s all for it, wanting to add even more money to the amount I plan to offer her for the company. By the look in her eye, I think she’s the latter. This girl has a thirst for wealth, much like myself. It’s neither good nor bad; it just is.
“So, you sell your used panties after taking pictures of you wearing them, is that right? Has it caused you any problems?” I ask in a casual tone.
She shakes her head no. “I don’t see anything wrong with what I’m doing. Besides, I’ve witnessed my mom do far more for money. What I’m doing is relatively innocent by comparison, to be honest. Things could be a lot worse. Emphasis on a lot.”
My eyes widen slightly. I can only imagine the kind of mother she must have. But this could work in my favor because if her mom’s a criminal of some sort, then Katie might be more inclined to go along with my plan. “So, is your mom abiding by the law? Is she an upstanding citizen? Is there are reason why you say you’ve seen your mother do far worse for money?”
Again, she shakes her head. “Technically, Meredith’s not a criminal, but occasionally she dabbles in … well, seeing clients, I guess is what you’d call it. You know, her time for their money. It’s whenever she feels like it, really. She sees her body as a way to get what she needs and wants. Sex is just a thing; there’s no need to be all uppity about it.”
I listen to her words, keeping my expression neutral. This story is unfolding in a pretty crazy way, come to think of it. Did Katie just acknowledge that her mom is an escort? I guess if you’re a hot MILF, it’s possible. But now, I’m not so sure Katie’s as innocent as she looks.
“Have you ever let someone pay you for sexual acts?” I ask. There’s no need to beat around the bush. This is relevant to any potential sale.
“No,” she answers immediately. “As a matter of fact, I’m still a virgin.”
Holy cow.
A virgin? How is this possible, given her line of work? She sells used panties on the web by taking naughty pictures of herself in the aforementioned lingerie. It’s the biggest oxymoron I’ve ever encountered.
But now, I’m on fire. This girl has me interested.
Katie doesn’t even blush as she continues.
“Sure, some of the guys in high school came onto me, but gangly teenagers with acne and questionable smalls don’t exactly get me aroused, you know? That’s the only reason I’m still a virgin. It’s not because of some moral obligation or anything like that,” she explains.
