Page 44 of Under His Control

I would’ve respected her more if sex work were her actual job, where she had honest transactional relationships. She used sex for scams and I’ve never followed in her footsteps. I wouldn’t respect myself if I did.

I’m insulted Jacob even dared asked me that question. I’m also ashamed that it’s the money part that bothers me the most.

The sordid truth is that I wanted him to touch me. If he’d slid his fingers into me, then asked me if he could slide his cock into me next without mentioning the money, I don’t know how I would’ve responded.

Would I have let my ex-stepfather fuck me?

Your pussy is the only honest part of you and it’s wet for me.

I need to leave my thoughts alone. They aren’t good company at the moment.

“How long have you been living in Wenora?” I blurt out, my breath fogging in the cold air.

“Almost a year,” Jacob says.

“Oh, you haven’t been here long. Where were you before the move?”

“Barrie for a few years. Georgian Bay a few more after that.”

“You kept moving north.”

“Yep. I don’t plan on going any further than Wenora.”

There’s more room on the shoulder now that we’re at the bottom of the hill. I move to walk beside him, debating whether to ask a specific question. It didn’t go over well the last time I sort of brought up the topic, but I’m too curious to let it go.

“Why do you work for the water company?”

“I applied. They accepted me.”

I give him a sidelong glance.

“You know what I meant.”

He remains silent. I start to give up on getting a response when he speaks.

“It used to be my job to earn profit for a small group of people. Despite doing that pretty well, I was on the chopping block the day I was arrested. I was the face of the company. They couldn’t risk that chart line going in the wrong direction.” He pauses. “So I decided to switch to a job that benefited the public but kept me in the shadows. Nobody knows the guy making sure their water is safe to drink and tastes good.”

“That’s why I liked my hotel job. I worked by myself and didn’t have to directly deal with customers most of the time. It was nice.”

He looks at me but it’s hard to see his expression in the gloom.

“Was? You don’t have that job anymore?”

“My boss didn’t like me asking for time-off on short notice this morning.”

“You live alone in Toronto?”

“After Mom passed, I moved in with my Aunt Deanna and her son Kevin. Do you remember them?”

“The bible-thumper and the creepy one.”

I huff. “Harsh but accurate.”

“Are your aunt and cousin the only ones who’ll miss you while you’re gone?”

“Not really.”

“What about the person you sent that picture to?”