Chapter 13

Mr. Dawson asked me to take a seat. He pulled a folder out of his desk and removed an envelope. He slid it across the desk and said, “Here, this is yours.”

I picked it up but my purse is in Lucy’s office with my clothes so I just held it. I would normally wait until I got home to see how much I got paid but suddenly something didn’t seem right here. It didn’t feel like there’s anything in the envelope. I opened the envelope and gasped. I closed the envelope, slid it back across the desk and said, “You know I can’t take this from you. From the time I started coming here you’ve been very generous to me. And I’ve been very grateful. I know you’ve been paying me more than you normally pay your girls. And you bought me that fantastic closet full of clothes. You certainly haven’t taken advantage of me and you’ve been even more generous to my mother. I won’t pay you back by taking advantage of you.

I nodded toward the check and said, “This is wrong. This is about how much what happened here today bothers you and I appreciate that. Maybe I would have felt differently if you had enjoyed the hell out of watching what they did to me out there. You didn’t. I think you were more bothered by it than I was. Marsha told me you normally pay her about one-hundred dollars every time she comes here, depending on what you have her do. You’ve been paying me three or four times that much.

“I kinda felt guilty about that but I’ve been poor a long time, all my life actually. I’ve never had a decent wardrobe or a computer or a cell phone or any of the things the kids on the other side of the tracks take for granted.”

I nodded at the envelope and said, “I’m not going to let you do that. You’re too important to me. I’ve become just as fond of you as you seem to be of me. I know you’ve put other girls through something similar. You were just doing your job. Now you need to calm down. The more time that passes since what just happened in there the more I’m getting over the shock. I’m starting to feel like the less traumatic the experience was.

“I’m okay, really Mr. Dawson. I’m just concerned about Shelby. He’s a big pervert, as you are aware. But I can’t imagine he’s going to be comfortable kissing me after I tell him what happened. And that’s an awful shame because I love that boy with all my heart. Losing him will just about kill me.”

We both stopped talking then. Lucy returned and handed me two bottles of water. She sat down beside me and looked at me funny when I put one of the bottles on Mr. Dawson’s desk and slid it toward him. She waited until I took a couple of big gulps of water, then watched in amazement as Mr. Dawson gulped down the entire bottle. She looked back and forth between us and quietly asked, “Are you guys okay?”

I offered her a weak smile and replied, “Yeah, I guess. I’m in better shape than he is. He just offered me a check for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

She looked at me with her mouth gaping open until Mr. Dawson said, “Go get Monica out of the box and bring us three more bottles of water please. And close your mouth before someone puts a cock in it.”

As soon as Lucy left the room Mr. Dawson rose and went over to a large air vent over a bookcase on the side of the room. He fiddled with the vent for a few seconds before pulling it open to reveal a large wall safe. He opened the safe and removed an aluminum box about the size of a shoebox. He put the box on his desk and started removing cash, a lot of cash.

I jumped up and said, “Stop it! I mean it. Don’t do this to me ... to us. It isn’t necessary.”

He looked at me, looking a lot like he was on the verge of tears again and said, “Yes it is. I have to do this. I want to do this.”

He counted out fifty thousand dollars and said, “There, that’s one third. You earned that and more.”

He put the box back and closed the hidden safe just as mom entered the office.

I smiled up at her and said, “I heard you had a good time. Was it as exciting as you thought it would be?”

She grinned and answered, “I have a sore throat and my jaw is killing me. But the answer to your question is FUCK YES I DID!!! I wonder if we could build one of those boxes. I don’t know where we’d put it. But I must have had dozens of orgasms, most of them without even touching myself! Such a huge variety of cocks! I had no idea!”

The stack of money on the desk finally caught her eye and her eyes went wide. She looked up at Mr. Dawson and asked, “Sending out for pizza.”

He looked at her strangely for a moment but then burst out laughing, much harder than her little quip deserved. I was glad to see it, though. It seemed to go a long way toward snapping him out of the funk he was in.

Lucy returned with three bottles of water. She handed one to me, one to mom and then looked at Mr. Dawson questioningly. He leaned forward, took the bottle and as he opened it he said, “I don’t think this stuff works on me. Maybe it only works on females. I’ll try having one more. I guess it can’t hurt.”

After a few gulps of water mom turned to me and asked, “How about you? Have you had an exciting day?”

With a crooked grin I replied, “It had its moments. I’ll tell you about it later.”

She looked at me funny, as though she senses something is bothering me. But after a moment she turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “Nine tomorrow, Neal? Come to think of it. I have no idea what my hours are. What time do I get off?”

“You can leave in a few minutes. First we have something to straighten out.”

He turned to me and asked, “Do you have a bank account?”

I shook my head and said, “I’ve never had anything to put in one.”

He reached into his desk, pulled out a large manila envelope and began stuffing the money into it. As he did he said, “You do now. Open it with five thousand and put the rest in a safe place. Every week put another five thousand in the bank until you have it all deposited. Got it?”

“Please don’t do this. It isn’t necessary. If you do that you’ll change things and no one wants that. Give me two ... no, give me four hundred dollars. Please!”

He sealed the large envelope, handed it to my mother and said, “Here. I’m pretty sure that after you two talk you’ll agree she earned that and more.”

She looked at Mr. Dawson, then at me. After a long moment she asked, “What’s going on? What’s wrong? Why are you trying to give her that huge wad of cash? What happened?”

He sighed loudly and said, “I did a terrible thing. I feel sick about it. I don’t know how it happened, but in an impossibly short time you two ladies have become very important to me. Lucy is the only other girl to have that effect on me. All three of you are special, and very important to me. What I did today in a moment of weakness ... I hope Shelby does kick my ass. I’d feel better.”

He sat back in his chair and was quiet for a moment. I can’t stand to see him like that. He’s in a lot of pain and it hurts me to see it. I got up, went around his desk and crawled into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, “Please, Mr. Dawson. You have to relax. It was kind of a shock when it happened. But I’m okay now. You have become important to me and to my mom. I can’t stand to see you like this. It hurts me.”

He muttered, “I’m such an asshole.” Then he lowered his head.

He was going to kiss me and I suddenly thought about where my mouth has been. I turned my head and exclaimed, “No! Not there, not now. I have to...”

That was as far as I got before he gripped my chin, turned my head back and kissed me right on the lips. I stopped fighting him. But as soon as he let me go I said, “I wouldn’t even have done that and I’m pretty fond of me.”

He looked into my eyes for a long moment, whispered, “I’m so, so sorry,” then he turned to mom and said, “We’ll talk about your hours tomorrow with Pete. You’ll put that money in the bank for her the way I described?”

“After she tells me what this is all about and I figure out what’s going on we can decide.”

She turned to Lucy and said, “Lucy, I guess we’re gonna need our clothes.”

Lucy smiled and said, “It’s a shame. You two are really hot. Come on, let’s go to my cubbyhole.”

We followed her to her small office and got dressed. Just before we left she put her hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and asked, “Are you okay?”

I shrugged and replied, “I’m getting that way. I will be.”

We started down the hallway towards the rear door when I realized I don’t know when he wants me back. I tapped on his door and asked him.

He glanced up and said, “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to come back after what I did to you today. How about Friday? Is that too soon?”

I said, “Friday is fine.”

I started to leave but turned back around, ran over to him and hugged him violently. Before I finally turned him loose I whispered, “Get over it, please. I hate seeing you like this.”

He lifted my skirt, swatted my butt and growled, “Get your sweet ass out of here. It’s your fault I never seem to get my work done anymore.”

Mom didn’t say a word until we were halfway home. She finally asked, “What the hell happened?!”

“I’ll tell you everything as soon as we get home. I can’t tell you now. I have to be able to see your eyes when we have this conversation.”

We were home in about ten minutes. As soon as we got inside I told her I have to let Shelby know I’m okay and then I’ll tell her what happened to me while she was in the BJ booth. I only told Shelby that it was a mixed bag and I’d tell him about it after gymnastics tomorrow if he can hang around. We told each other how much in love we are and I told him I had to go have a serious talk with my mom.

On the way back to the kitchen I stopped in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Unfortunately, that didn’t remove the memory of what happened to me today.

By the time I returned to the kitchen, mom was making a light supper. I asked her about her day, not just the time in the box but about the time she spent with Pete.

She loved her entire day. She loved wearing one of her new, slutty outfits and getting all the flattering looks and the occasional grope from all the customers and she was fascinated by all the pornographic material on sale. Pete was charming and kept her in stitches most of the day as he patiently explained all the tasks she was going to be responsible for accomplishing throughout the average month. Some of it was pretty complicated but nothing she doesn’t think she can handle. And besides, Pete will be around to help her, hopefully for quite a while.

She most enjoyed going into more detail about her time in the booth after I left. She described the men and their cocks and the taste of their cum in amazing detail. She talked about all the flirting, all the complimentary comments about her appearance and her cocksucking skills. It was fun but she’d had enough by the time Lucy came to get her out. Sucking all those men off is hard work. But she’s looking forward to the next time she can spend a few hours in the booth. She can’t really say why it’s so exciting. But something about that entire scenario must appeal to something deep inside of her.

Since I react the same way I think I understand. I’ve never thought of myself as a submissive female, me or my mother. But there must be a touch of that in both of us that reacts to the sexual things we’re enjoying so much lately.

By the time she finished describing the highlights it was time to eat. I had already set the table. We put the food on the table, took our seats and she said, “Now, are you going to tell me why I have an envelope containing fifty thousand dollars or am I going to have to beat it out of you?”

I explained what happened to me today in as much detail as I could remember and how Mr. Dawson felt about it. I told her he tried to put a stop to my animal adventure halfway through but was reminded by Gary that the customer who paid for that particular movie is a dangerous man, and he’s not a man who takes “no” or “I’ve changed my mind” for an answer.

At the end of my description of my afternoon I said, “So, he all but forced me to take an envelope containing all that money, one third of what he was paid, after I refused to take the check for the entire one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

“I know what you’re probably thinking. We could certainly use the money. It’s enough to rent a nice house and fill it with new furniture. But I feel very bad about taking that money. I’m not the first girl who has had sex with dogs, including at least four of the girls who work for Mr. Dawson and who knows how many more of his girls have done it over the years. I’m touched that he feels guilty. He was pretty torn up about it and the way he reacted went a long way toward helping me get over what happened. He gently cradled me in his arms and carried me to the showers when it was over and bathed me like a baby. He had tears in his eyes! I think that was when I started to calm down.

“And to be honest, once I got over the shock it just wasn’t that awful. I mean, there was no real pain and thanks to those porn magazines you were bringing home I’ve read about women who have sex with dogs because they enjoy it. I’m worried about how Shelby will react and I wouldn’t want to do it again. But if I had to I suppose I could without having a nervous breakdown.

“I know we could do a lot with that money. But the more I think about it the more I think it just isn’t right. I don’t want to take advantage of him.”

Mom smiled at me and when I was finished she said, “You amaze me! And you make me so proud I feel like crying.”

She got up from the table, moved over behind me and hugged me. When she finally turned me loose I said, “That isn’t the reaction most girls would get from their mothers after listening to what their daughters did today and learning what you just did.”

She shrugged and replied, “Most mothers don’t spend a couple of hours in a plastic box sucking the cock of any man with twenty dollars to blow.”

She sat down to finish her meal and I asked, “So how do you feel about the money?”

She sighed and said, “I’d love to have it. There’s so much we could do with it. But I tend to agree with you. It isn’t like you weren’t warned. The man is certainly no saint. But I’m very fond of him and I’m very grateful for what he has done for me, for both of us. I’d feel guilty if we took the money. I don’t ever want him to think we’d take advantage of him.”

We finished eating and were cleaning off the table when there was a knock at the door. We were startled. It’s just a few minutes before eight PM. I started for the door but mom said, “I’ll get it.” She sounds nervous. We don’t get company except for Marsha and Shelby. And they aren’t apt to be out visiting at this time of night. Mom went to the door and called out, “Who is it?”

We were both shocked when Mr. Dawson responded. She opened the door and said, “I’m glad you’re here. I think we need to talk.”

He stepped inside and glanced around at the living room and kitchen for a moment. He turned back to mom and said, “I imagine I know what you want to say. Both of you beautiful, very special young women are truly remarkable. That’s why I feel so terrible about what I did to Paula today. You feel you can’t accept the money. You don’t want to take advantage of me. I understand that and I’m very moved. Before I have to start beating some sense into you I thought I’d try one more thing.”

He held up a bottle of wine and said, “Let’s have a glass of this, it’s my favorite. It isn’t as effective and doesn’t work as fast as what Paula calls my magic water but it’s a pleasant little beverage.”

Mom smiled and asked, “Do you think it would be as tasty out of a water glass. I think I have a corkscrew around here somewhere but I don’t have any wine glasses.”

“Anything but a paper cup will work just fine. If you can find the opener I’ll pop the cork.”

It took a few minutes despite there being so few places to look in our tiny kitchen. I got three water glasses out and put them on the counter. I waited until he had the cork out of the bottle before I said, “I guess we all know why you’ve come. And we are touched. Mr. Dawson, it bothers us that you feel so bad. You don’t need to. You’ve done so much for us. And now that it isn’t so fresh in my mind, what I had to do today just wasn’t so freaky. I wouldn’t want to if the choice were mine to make, but if you told me to do it again I’m pretty sure I could handle it. I know other girls have done it for you and they’re perfectly fine. I guess I just overreacted.”

“I swear to you, Paula, I will never allow another dog on my property. I don’t know why it didn’t bother me when I’ve done it in the past. But it pretty much freaked me out today. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. Your mother has obviously done an excellent job of raising you. I love you both and a man shouldn’t do what I did today to someone he loves.”

I stood behind him, put my arms around his neck and said, “If you’re going to start taking it easy on us it won’t be fun anymore. Mr. Dawson, mom and I are both having a ball working for you. I’ll admit I freaked out a little today. I got over it. It isn’t like you didn’t warn me. You told me repeatedly that you have to please the perverts. I understand that.

“I remember seeing some magazines in your shop that mentioned girls who have sex with animals and remembering that even helped to calm me down. I’m over it. So, take your damn money back and relax.”

He pulled my hand to his lips, kissed it and said, “Shut up and sit down before I have to beat you.”

“Oh no! I’ve never been so scared in my life!!”

“Smart ass. Sit!”

I removed my death grip from his neck and sat down. He asked, “Have you ever had a glass of wine before?”

“I’ve never had alcohol in any form and I’ve never had a drug stronger than aspirin.”

“And you were a virgin until I...”

“Yes I was. But not because I was saving myself for marriage. I just hadn’t gotten around to taking care of it yet. Mom doesn’t let me date.”

Mom chuckled and said, “No. But now I let you bring your boyfriend home and spend hours screwing around in your room.”

“Yes. But be honest, you just did that because you love his car.”

“Yeah that’s why.”

“Ladies, the reason I’m here tonight is that I was reasonably certain I’d be fighting with Monica tomorrow when she tried to return the money. I think I finally found a way to convince you to keep it.”

He pulled something out of his pocket, held it in his hand and said, “Paula, I believe you’re aware that most of those movies we produce in the studio are also broadcast live on the internet to a select group of perverts who pay dearly for the privilege of watching and have been well screened in advance. Do you have any idea how much money I clear on every damn one of those broadcasts?”

I shook my head. I’d never actually given it any thought.

“Your first movie made me just under five million dollars. The profit from the DVD sales has already topped ninety thousand dollars and they just went on the market today. The movies you’re going to make with your mother will undoubtedly far exceed those totals.

“You can’t believe how many perverts there are out there and how much they’re willing to spend on feeding their perversions. I live a simple life. I have a small house in a nice enough neighborhood. I drive a four-year-old car. I pay my taxes with no more fudging than the average taxpayer and except for despoiling all you sweet young girls I obey all the laws. In my defense I hasten to add that I have never raped a girl or forced a girl to make a movie against her will ... until today. I’d like to stop using young girls in my business but there’s just too much money to be made and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t have that desire when I first started this business but I find you young teenage girls incredibly exciting. I’m embarrassed to admit that. But in my defense, there is an army of men out there with that same appetite. I’m just one of the very few who is in a position to satisfy that desire.”

He opened what he’s been holding in his hand. It turned out to be his checkbook. He showed it to me and then to my mother. The balance was nearly half a million dollars. After we both looked at it he said, “This is just pin money. I have most of my money in offshore accounts and in various high paying investments around the country. I couldn’t tell you how much money I have. I’m no Gates. I’m nowhere near a billionaire. But I have more money than I could spend in a lifetime.

“Fifty thousand dollars means nothing to me. That’s why I brought you this.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out that cashier’s check he tried to give me earlier. He placed it on the table and said, “Please, let me do this for you. It won’t make up for what I’ve done to you, but it will help me ease my conscience and it will get you out of this place and into a decent home and a better car. I’m begging you, let me do this for you.”

Mom picked up the check and looked at it. I can see she’s wavering. After hearing how wealthy he is I’m wavering, too. Mom looked at me. I turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “I can’t deny it’s very tempting. We’d love to live somewhere decent for the first time in our lives ... well, my life. But how will it affect our relationship? I know it’s weird. But mom and I both feel that our relationship with you is far more than just business. We’re very fond of you and you’ve certainly added a hell of a lot of excitement to our lives. I’d hate it if that changed. We both would.”

“I agree! I want nothing to change at work. And I think it’s obvious I feel a great deal of affection for both of you. I don’t want that to change accept now that your mother is working full time and taking over for Pete as he slows down I know we’ll grow even closer.”

Mom and I looked across the table at each other and we both took our first sip of wine. Not bad, I guess. I think I’d prefer a nice cold soft drink but this stuff is certainly drinkable. No one spoke for what seemed like a long time. I think we all felt the tension in the air.

Finally, I said, “I don’t know what to do, mom. My conscience tells me it would be wrong to take the money. But there’s a greedy little area of my brain that’s reminding me of how much we want to live in a nice house in a decent neighborhood and have the things other people have. I think of how much easier school would be if I had a computer with a printer and internet access. And how nice it would be if we could go out to dinner once in a while. OH! And a DVD player. We’re going to get copies of all the movies we make but we have nothing to watch them on.”

I took another sip of wine and said, “But I know it isn’t right to take that money. Oh god! I’m getting dizzy going around in circles like this!”

Mom turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “I feel the same way. I’m so confused. Thanks to you we are already living a better life than we ever have before. We had a pizza a few days ago. That probably sounds like nothing to you but I think it was the first time we’ve been able to afford a pizza since Paula was born. I can only remember her having pizza once before in her life at some kid’s birthday party.

“Between the desperation which is a major component of poverty and the thoughts of how much I’m cheating my wonderful daughter out of there have been so many nights I’ve cried myself to sleep. I so desperately want that money but I know it wouldn’t be right. You simply don’t owe it to us. You were just doing your job. You were just running your business today. And Paula only did what you hired her to do. She admits she was warned that what happened today, or something like it, could happen. There’s just no way my logical mind can justify taking that money.”

She had tears in her eyes when she slid the check back to him. Then she got up, retrieved the envelope full of money from the kitchen counter and placed it on the table in front of him.

He shook his head and said, “You two crazy females are infuriating. I have to admire your ethics but damn if I don’t want to beat both of you and force you to take the money. Of course, you both know I’m too big a pussy to do that so here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going home. I’m leaving the check and the cash here. You may do with it as you wish. You can improve your standard of living and obtain all the things you want and need. Or you can throw it away or burn it or bury it in the back yard. That’s all up to you. I refuse to take it back and I’m tired of reasoning with you so deal with it.”

He stood up and mom and I did, too. He said, “By the way, Monica, Pete said you did an excellent job today and you’re a quick learner. He feels pretty good about handing over his job to you when the time comes.”

He turned toward the door but before he could take a step I moved closer, wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass. You’re a wonderful person, for a man, and I love you ... we both do. We don’t mean to frustrate you and we understand you’re doing what you think is right. But if you’re doing the right thing, why do we feel so guilty?”

He put his arms around me, hugged me for a moment and replied, “Maybe it’s just because you aren’t used to having good things happen to you and you don’t know how to act.”

“I don’t know about that. It seems like an awful lot of good things have been happening to us lately. Mr. Dawson, please don’t be upset. You’re the most decent man I’ve ever met. I don’t love you as much as I love Shelby but you are certainly running a close second and I’m more grateful than I could ever put into words. What I can promise you is that my mother and I are going to be yours for as long as you want us. We’ll make any kind of movie you want and you never have to feel guilty for what you want us to do. And we’re always going to love you.”

He kissed the top of my head and said, “I love both of you, too. Now why don’t you two finish off that bottle of wine and talk about all the things you’re going to do with that money.”

He untangled himself from my arms and headed toward the door. before he left he said, “Monica, you should come in a little late tomorrow so you can open a bank account and deposit those. It isn’t a good idea to leave a cashier’s check lying around. I recommend my bank if you don’t have a preference. It’s the First Union on Redbank.”

Mom almost ran over and threw her arms around Mr. Dawson. She stretched up on her toes and kissed him violently. He put his arms around her and returned her kiss for a minute or two before he released her, stepped back and said, “Worth every penny.”

She smiled and said, “Anytime you want another one, and anywhere you want it, you only need to point.”

We walked him to the door and watched until he drove away. Mom closed and locked the door and we returned to the kitchen. We took our seats at the table and stared at each other in silence for a very long time before she finally whispered, “Do you know what this means?!”

I’m not really sure it has sunk in yet. A man we hardly know just gave us two hundred thousand dollars! It means a new life for us. I don’t understand why he’s doing this for us. It seems so wrong to take his money like this.

One side of my brain tells me it’s only fair that the people who work for Mr. Dawson, the people who produce the product that’s making him rich, be given a more reasonable chunk of the profits. I guess it’s just weird that the profit sharing started and will probably end with mom and me. I guess it’s best not to over analyze all this. But two weeks ago I was sitting on a park bench crying because I couldn’t afford to go to the out-of-state meet with the rest of the team.

Now ... suddenly we’re middle class! Good clothes, soon to be followed by a computer, a nice place to live and furniture that isn’t old, ugly, smelly and uncomfortable. I feel like dancing and screaming and ... I don’t know, just going crazy! God I love that man!!!

But then I thought about tomorrow. I’m going to have to tell Shelby what I did today. I know he’s kind of kinky and I like that about him. But I’m not sure he’ll be able to handle what I’m going to have to tell him.

I guess while that was going through my mind mom was watching me and reading my mind. She said, “You don’t have to tell him you know.”

“Yeah. I do. He’s bound to find out about it somehow. I think it’s better he hears it from me. But even if I thought I could keep it from him it wouldn’t be right.”

I imagine when we went to bed that night we were both too wired to sleep. I put aside my fears for my future with Shelby, at least as much as I could. Instead, visions of moving to a nice house in a nice neighborhood danced in my head. And a computer!! I never thought I’d ever have a computer! And clothes! More new clothes. Not a lot but enough to allow me to rotate my wardrobe, add a little variety.

I finally had to just about hit myself over the head with a hammer to go to sleep. I’ve got gym practice after school tomorrow and I’ll be very surprised if our two coaches don’t start ramping things up in preparation for the meet.