Chapter 8: Tell All

I asked my sister, “What do mom and dad think about you having a condo like this?”

I thought, surely, they would question Beth’s wealth if they saw the luxuries of her lifestyle. Even if she got the condo for free, the monthly fees would be way out of reach for someone working as an admin temp. Beth admitted to making upwards from $30,000 a month from escorting. She felt her business was peaking, and she was enjoying the ride.

If they saw her closet, certainly my mother would faint over the quality and brand names that she’d see in there. Those were so far removed from the economic scale we grew up on that they were only a dream. The question must have come up in their minds, but then they were simple people and accepted simple explanations just the way that I initially had.

Beth said, “I told them I got the place in a fire sale through friends and that a bank was about to foreclose and evict, a big deal, so it was a real bargain. It’s paid for, but for them I’ve complained about mortgage and monthly HOA payments. They’ve only been here once, and only then briefly.

“They don’t know about my investments, my great wardrobe, my little sports car that you haven’t even seen yet, or anything that smacks of real money. I still have my old Honda for when I have to drive over to their house for a visit. I admit to telling many lies to them about what I’ve been making as an admin temp, too. I also claim some other odd jobs occasionally that make me some ‘big bucks’. I told them I did some fashion modeling.”

“So, you still do that, temp, I mean?”

“Yes. I’ve ended up working a day or three a week- sometimes more, but nothing like what they think. I did get a modeling gig selling a new grocery delivery service; I played a happy housewife. They were pleased to see me in the local paper’s advertisements to kind of validate what I’d told them.”

“How do you explain a trip away?”

“Rich boyfriend, and that’s partly true, or a modeling assignment. I do have some steady clients that seem to like me enough to come back again and again, and even sweep me away for a great weekend to some pleasure spa.”

“What was the Booth Babe job about?” I sensed there was something going on there.

“I was a Booth Babe, but it was part of being an escort for a ‘date’. I made $10,000 for that two-day, three-night trip, and I did have fun hawking the guy’s tractor parts.”

She paused and pleaded, “Please don’t rat me out to our parents. I just pray they never find out or have the realization that I was lying so badly to them.” She had tears in her eyes that I’d destroy her. She’d given me all this power, and was asking that I not use it against her.

I shook my head and pulled my cellphone out of the pocket in my Bermuda shorts. I dialed up one of my porn videos, and passed the phone to Beth. “Watch this. It’s about ten minutes long. I’ll get us refills on the coffee.”

I took our empty coffee mugs and slowly walked into the kitchen. I heard a little shriek from my sister about a minute later and then she was the one that yelled, “HOLY SHIT, KIT.”

I timed my reappearance on the patio with coffee just as the video ended.

Beth grinned at me and said, “You slut.”

“Takes one to know one, slut,” I retorted with a chuckle and gave her the coffee.

“Tell me about that. I assume there are more?” She waved my cellphone around. I’d made it obvious that it was on a publicly available website.

“This started about a year ago when I wanted to do a ‘private porn’ video for Dax. A ‘private’ video would have just been for us, except for the guy I’d fuck in the video. We have migrated to a pretty open marriage.

“I’d told Dax what some of my friends had done – videos that started being private porn. He liked the idea so much he suggested we do a video as a foursome. We did, and I can show you that later. That’s on the Internet, too.

“Eventually, three of my friends that had done ‘private porn’ started to put them on the Internet, making money in the process, but nothing like what you’re making.

“Dax liked that idea, too; so, I started to make ‘commercial’ adult videos – that was just one of the videos that I showed you. Pornography. I’ve done a few each month since then, and my photography and videography friends can make about six or seven other videos of varying length from the raw stock they take in a videoing session. I have about twenty-five videos on various porn sites. My stage name is Kit Foxxx – with three ‘X’s’.”

“You fox,” Beth laughed. She was obvious relieved. “Aren’t we a pair. You just made me feel so much better. We have a mutual destruction pact with each other, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t want mom or dad to know about my side career either. I’m still doing the editing for the book publisher, and that’s a great cover for the other work that pays a lot better. Plus, if they were to ever question our lifestyle, I can always cite Dax’s job as the major source of income. They don’t have to know what he’s earning or how we’re investing.”

“What have you done with the extra money?” Beth asked.

I gave a smirk. “We both have new cars. We have a cruise planned for next month, and we’ve reduced the size of our mortgage by about half so far. We’ve added a few investments, but we’ll have more for that after the house is paid off. That’ll probably be in another year, and then most of what we make can be salted away.”

“So, what now?” Beth asked with a laugh.

“I’d say that we keep a very open mind about what each other are doing. In fact, if Dax was agreeable, I’d definitely be interested in some escort work. Your date sounded like fun. Before we talk about that, let me tell you about another part of my life – our new circle of friends.”

I popped up a tame picture on my cellphone that showed most of us on Ross’ back patio before people started removing their clothing and fucking. There were about sixteen of us in the picture.

I said to Beth, “This is the group of swingers that Dax and I spend a lot of time with, at least every two weeks as a large group, and often in smaller break-out arrangements.”

Beth grinned at me. “You know, I love you more every day, sis. Say more.”

I showed a few more ‘before sundown’ pictures, and then a couple that I’d taken looking across the patio as the place was filled with couples fucking, eating, and blowing each other into oblivion.

I described the typical party to her, talking about each of the people in our informal club. I told how we started, what an evening was like – potluck supper and all, and then how the sex started and continued until we’re ready to drop. I even explained how I’d discovered that I was bisexual, and was comfortable and conversant with pussy.

Beth wanted to get on an airplane and come right to Sarasota for the next party. I promised that I’d take her to one when she did come to Florida, and I could see her start to think about when she could get away of what she already had booked.

Our discussion broadened to the two of us, with full reveals. We talked about how sexed up we were all the time, how our libidos almost ruled our daily lives, and about the friends we had that helped us satisfy our urges.

Beth also told me about how she advertised on the Internet, and how she got clients, usually by referral. Even as we were talking, she got a call and booked a date with a man. I listened intently to how she talked to him and how professional, yet seductively friendly, she sounded.

“How do you protect yourself?”

She told me, “On a first date, I want to see and photograph the client’s driver’s license. I instantly email a copy to Amy and she does the same to me on her dates. We keep tabs on each other. If we disappear, at least the police have a starting point.