Mollie's Room

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Interracial, Safe Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: My debts just kept on mounting... no matter how I tried, I owed more at the end of each payment than I did before. Then my friend Sara suggested a way out that horrified me



My financial situation was getting worse... not better. No matter how I tried I could not climb over the mountain of debt that was accumulating. I had a good day job and also a night job... but with both combined wages it still seemed impossible to clear the debt.

I'd been totally stupid in taking a loan from a less than reputable loan shark. I paid him every cent I earned but when I looked at the balance owing it was bigger than the week before.

Husband Greg was at sea most of the time and I didn't want to burden him with a problem I had created and was my responsibility and not his.

I confided in my friend Sara that I had this problem... financially that is.

She took a sip of her coffee, contemplating as to whether she should tell me what she wanted to tell me. Then putting the cup down turned to me and said.

"Well... you have something between your legs that could earn you money... probably more than you will earn working for wages... how much do you owe?"

"Oh god you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting are you and as it happens I owe them quite a sum" telling he the amount outstanding.

"Oh dear... that is quite a large sum isn't it... and yes I am suggesting you use it for that purpose"

"Good god I could never bring myself to do it... I am married, remember"

"Yes... and so am I" she replied.

"So what has that got to do with it... it's... it's me who you are suggesting... well you know what" I said, not wanting to use that word

"Prostitute... is that the word you're looking for, my dear"

"Yes... yes I am" I replied

"Well I'll let you into a little secret... I had to do it myself, like you, I was hard pushed for cash and I didn't want to tell Steve, I was told about a dear old woman, Molly Proctor... Molly let's you use a room of hers and supplies a client or two... but Molly doesn't refer to them as clients... they are gentlemen callers... or a gentleman friend, very much one of the old school is Molly"

I just looked at Sara open mouthed at what she had just told me.

"God... you're telling me you went with a guy... men and did it for money"

"Yes... that's what I'm saying sugar... I had no other options"

"What about Steve... I take it he doesn't know anything about it?"

"Good god no... don't you go saying anything... I'm only telling you a way to get more money that's all"

"Didn't you feel guilty about it all" I asked

"Of course I did... still do I guess... but I was desperate and as I said in the end it solved my problem... I must admit you're outstanding debt is much more than mine... I hope you can solve the problem"

We continued our talk and in the end she left. It had helped to share my problem, but it was a long way from solving it. Then it got worse... my nighttime job became redundant and my earnings were even less... that night I had a good cry... all was lost.

A week later saw no improvement, I searched the situations vacant for work, but to no avail. My debt was slowly mounting.

I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep, my mind going back to Sara's suggestion. Oh god could I do it... I mean with another guy... and for money... Sara had, she'd told me. It had solved her problems, but how did she feel about the whole affair then and now.

As we sat and sipped our coffee, I asked, "This Molly... Molly Proctor, what's she like?"

Sara looked at me over her cup, took a sip and replied. "Does this mean you want to meet her"

"I don't want to... but lord knows things are getting worse and I'm starting to fall apart"

I stared at me cup, contemplating my plight.

"So... do you want me to introduce you to her... it looks like things aren't going to get any better are they"

I looked up from my cup, gazed out the window and then back at Sara.

"What's this Mollie like?"

"She's a real sweetie really, more like a mother or aunt. She was on the game herself at one time, hell she well maybe still on it, must have been a real stunner in her day, a little matronly now, but still an attractive woman. So... do you want me to introduce you to her... it looks like things aren't going to get any better are they"

"No... no they aren't... getting worse in fact... it's... it's just the thought of doing it, I mean with another man... like that"

"If it's any consolation, I felt just the same... but it paid off all my debt and yes I still have pangs of guilt and remorse... but I don't owe all that money anymore... I've gotta tell you it's not easy"

I was silent for a while, still trying to find or think of another way to handle this... nothing came to mind.

"Ok... ok... you'd better organize it... when?" I asked

"I'll organize for you to meet her tomorrow... I'll phone you" she said.

I couldn't settle, tried reading, tried working in the garden... a little housework... watched TV, but my mind was on what I was about to do. There was no relief by sleeping; when I did sleep it was a nightmarish restless sleep that prevailed. When I eventually woke in the morning I felt like a wreck.

When the phone rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I dropped it and picked it up again... my hands were shaking so bad.

"Hi Debbie... it's Sara"

"Oh hi Sara... er how is it going?" I asked

"God girl you sound terrible"

"Oh just nerves... I'll be fine"

"Well I'm on my way... I'll pick you up in half an hour... now please don't worry, everything is going to work out, you'll see" she said, then hung up.

I'd been dressed and ready for a while. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to dress like. Did I dress like a tart, mini skirt etc, or just dress normal. I decided just to dress somewhere between. A black skirt, above the knees and a matching blouse, buttoned, but leaving the top three buttons undone, allowing a little cleavage.

I listened but was not taking in what Sara was saying as we drove toward Mrs. Proctor's.

The car pulled up outside 23 Gibbons Place. It was an older two-story property, in an older part of the city. The houses were all well kept, gardens neat and tidy. They all had a pride in their homes. Gibbons Place had been around for quite few years, but it still faired well.

I stood beside Sara, waiting for Molly to answer the door.

Sara was right, she was a real homely, mother or aunt, and yes a bonny smiling face that just lit up.

"Sara my love... how are you" she said, giving her a big hug. "You're looking great lass... still get gentlemen friends of yours asking about you... if you ever want to come back"

"No... no Mollie, not me, but let me introduce you to my friend Debbie, I told her you may be able to help her as you helped me"

She turned her attention to me... looking me over, and then smiled... a warm comforting smile.

"Well my dear... I'm sure I can help you... you had any experience at this" she asked

I answered he with an indignant and emphatic no, I did not have any experience at it.

"Now dear it's all right, don't feel offended. Sara came to me without any experience... I just like to know so that I can help you... that's all" she said and then that smile.

How could anyone take offence at her, it was like having mum or your favorite aunt right there for you.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a little brusque"

"That's alright my love... Sara why don't you go and put the kettle on... I'll take Debbie up and show her the room... we'll all have a nice cuppa when I return"

I followed her up the stairs progress was slow. Mollie wasn't the nimble person she used to be and by the time we'd reached the top, her breathing was laboured.

"Phew... I'm not as fit as I used to be... don't get up here as often as I used to... through here my love" she said, opening the bedroom door and inviting me inside.

The bedroom was neat and tidy, just like Mollie. It contained the basics, a single bed, and a nightstand next to the bed, a chair, dresser and even a small TV. I also noticed a blue plastic waist paper basket beside the bed. What looked like new drapes tied back and sun filter curtains, covered the only window, which was open, and a slight breeze wafted through. The view overlooked the front street, a couple of next-door neighbors were chatting to each other.

"Well dear what do you think" she asked.

"Yes... yes very nice Molly"

"You'll be alright here love... I'll look after you... so don't you worry yourself none"

I slumped on the bed looking a little dejected and sobbed.

"Oh god Mollie... I wish I hadn't to do this... I don't know if I can"

"Hey love... I said not to fret so... I know if there was another way to earn the money fast, you would have already done so... how much do you owe?" she asked

I told her "Oh dear... that is a lot of money... well I'm going to get you through all this... just let me help... you'll be alright my love... you'll see"

I stopped sobbing and stood, dabbing my eyes with a tissue.

"Now my dear, when do you want to start... tomorrow night perhaps... is that ok?"

"Yes... yes, I guess the sooner we get on with it the better" I replied.

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