“Are you sure she’s worth this much” he asked as he handed me the five twenties.
“How should I know. I don’t make a habit of fucking the help. She gets a lot of repeat business so some guys think she’s worth it.”
I put the money in my pocket and told him, “Room 116. Knock twice, wait two seconds and knock twice again. Have fun.”
As I watched him walk away I thought about how I’d lied to him when I said that I didn’t sample the hired help. I’d spent two hours earlier in the day rolling around on a bed with her. She was worth it all right, well worth it.
I went back to the bar, ordered another Bud Light and watched the basketball game on the TV while I waited to see if anyone else wanted some pussy. The bartender and half the guys in the bar knew I was a pimp and if any of them needed sexual relief they knew they could come to me and over the last month a goodly number of them had. Five of them had done business with me so far that night, which was about average, but it was getting late and I didn’t think that I was going to have any more customers.
Jerry, the bartender and the only other guy besides me who got a free ride, slid another Bud in front of me and said, “You need to switch to soda water or something like that. Sitting here and drinking beer all night while you wait isn’t good for you.”
“I know Jerry, but I’m a young guy and appearances are important to us young guys. Sitting here sipping soda water or ginger ale would be just so uncool.”
“Why sit here at all? Mona doesn’t really need a business agent (can’t say Jerry wasn’t a sensitive guy – business agent instead of pimp?), she could just come in here and sit down and she would be hit on in less than three minutes.”
“You know that Jerry, and I know that, and I’m pretty sure that Mona (not her real name) knows that, but this is the way she wants it.”
“Well, that’s not what I really want to talk about. Will Mona do a really big group?”
“What do you mean by a really big group? She did seven at Ralph’s birthday party.”
“My son is getting married and I’m throwing a bachelor party for him. I figure about twenty to twenty-five guys will be there. I got a stripper coming but she told me that anything over ten is too many for her. Would Mona go for helping out?”
“I don’t know, I’ll ask her and let you know.”
Just then my cell phone rang. I answered it, “Hello? Okay, I’m on my way.” I got off my stool, said goodnight to Jerry and went to pick Mona up at the motel room. I knocked twice, waited and then knocked twice again. The door opened and I said, “Come on mom, let’s go home.”
How did I ever get to where I was pimping for my own mother? Several months back my sister and I had gotten crossways to each other and I ended up taking revenge on her by setting her up and they selling her for money. By the time I’d gotten my need for revenge out of my system and told my sister that I wasn’t going to pimp her out anymore she had decided that she liked it. One night after driving Roxy home from a gangbang I came home to find my mother waiting up for me. She told me to sit down and then she said, “I know what you and your sister have been up to young man, and when your father leaves on his trip tomorrow you and I are going to have a little talk. Now, run along to bed and plan on staying home tomorrow, at least until I’m done with you.”
I didn’t sleep all that well that night as I lay in bed wondering just what mom knew and just how she had come by it. And if she did really know had she found out about it from someone or some place where Roxy’s husband could find out about it too?
Dad was at the front door, suitcase in hand, getting a goodbye kiss from mom when I came down stairs.
“Take good care of your mother while I’m gone” he said to me as he turned and left.
Mom and I watched him get in the car and back out of the drive and then mom turned to me and said, “In the kitchen young man.”
I followed her into the kitchen and she pointed at a chair and said, “Sit!” From the curt way she was speaking and from her tone of voice I figured that I was really in some deep, deep shit and it seemed that I was right when I heard her say, “How in the world could you be so despicable as to force your sister into becoming a whore?”
How was I supposed to answer that? All I could do was look down at the table and shrug my shoulders.
“Oh no young man, no silence and no shrugs. I want an answer to my question and you are not going to leave this room until I get one.” It took her ten minutes of brow beating me before I finally told her the story of how I became Roxy’s pimp.
“And now she is doing it because she wants to and she likes it?”
“I guess so. She keeps making me set her up with dates.”
“How much do you get for her?”
It was weird talking to my mother about this kind of stuff so she practically had to drag every little piece of information out of me. I explained how I had arrived at Roxy’s price and mom said, “She only does gangbangs?”
I shook my head yes and mom asked, “How much would you get if she only took one customer at a time?”
“Since she is limited where time is concerned – she has to be home by the time Dave gets home from bowling – a hundred to a hundred and fifty. If she could do an all nighter maybe five or six hundred.”
And then mom floored me. She opened her housecoat and said, “How much could you get for me?