My Life as a Sexual Servant - Chapters 1 -2

by JennaK

This story is intended only for an adult audience. If you are not an adult, or cannot control your actions in a responsible way, please do not read this.

This is fiction, arising solely from my imagination. This is not my actual life. All characters and events are fictional and no people were harmed in the writing of this fantasy.

Chapter 1

I was in big trouble. I was 35 years old and newly divorced with a 12 year old daughter to care for. I might have made it, but then came the Great Recession and I lost my job. Then, with no income, the bank foreclosed on my house (the one I got in the settlement with my ex) and I would be homeless by the end of the month. I would be an an unemployed, homeless, single mom.

I had spent weeks frantically looking for a job. I had few interviews and no offers. I was getting frightened. If by the end of the month I had no job and no place to live, I could lose custody of my daughter Kate.

With one week to go before we lost our home, and not finding anything in the conventional employment ads, I checked on Craigslist and saw an intriguing ad that seemed to answer both my problems. A wealthy couple were looking for a woman to be a live-in cook for the family and a companion for the wife when the husband was away on business. It would provide me with a job and a place to live. I was a decent cook and enjoyed being a homemaker while I was married so that seemed to be just right. And best of all, there was a place to live – not only a place but one in the most desirable sections of town with the best schools and shops. If I could get the job and if they would take Kate in as well, we would be set. But I had to be sure that there was a place for Kate before I could get excited by the job.

I called the listed number and spoke with Margaret – who turned out was the wife in the ad. She asked me to come to her house for an on site interview. I figured that she wanted to see a demonstration of my cooking skills, but that was never really raised during the interview.

Margaret was in her early 40s, a pretty, brunette, tall at 5-7, with narrow hips and small boobs. She looked the part of a wealthy, well-cared for upper crust woman. She greeted me warmly and invited me in. But she was blunt when she described the position. The job, she made clear, was both cook and sexual partner for her. Her husband, Bill, who was 50, was a businessman who traveled many weeks during the year. He was currently in China setting up a new factory for his company. Margaret told me that she didn't want to have an affair while he was away, but didn't want to be left alone jilling in bed without any other human contact. She said that over the years, with her husband's blessing, they had hired various college students who were willing to exchange sexual companionship for room and board and fully paid college tuition. The last of these college girls had graduated and moved out and Margaret was looking for a new sex partner. She said she wanted to try a more permanent placement, a woman not a college girl, so that she didn't lose her lover at graduation. Margaret also said that while she would be the primary object of the service, her husband would also be able to be share the companion when he was home. A bisexual woman was therefore required.

I was shocked by her bluntness. This wasn't what I had expected. I thought maybe the companionship would involve shopping, or maybe another hand at bridge, but not bedroom action. I had heard rumors back while I was in college of co-eds becoming escorts or working in massage parlors to pay for school, but never heard of one moving in with a family for tuition in exchange for sex. Yet, as I thought about it, I knew that I could handle the job. I was bi. I loved men, enjoyed a good fuck, and had been happily married (for at least some of the time). But I also I had no problem with the lesbian aspect of the job. In fact, I had been a "LUG" while in college – a "Lesbian Until Graduation." I dated only girls during my 4 years at school – a way of keeping boys at bay, avoiding pregnancy, and devoting more time to my studies. My family only thought that I was going out with guys but never found Mr. Right. They had no idea that most weekends a Ms Right was sharing my bed or I was sharing hers. One special Ms. Right was actually my roomie during my Senior Year and we shared a single bed the whole year, sleeping in each other's arms and waking each other with a kiss on the nipple. I was never happier than during that glorious Senior year of endless sex together. So I knew my way around a pussy. I wasn't a college girl, but I was confident that I could satisfy Margaret if I was called upon.

At the end of the interview, Margaret shocked me again by asking me to strip so she could see what I looked like. I kept fit. I have a trim figure at 5-5, a 34B bust. I think I am easy on the eyes with my Irish complexion of pale skin and freckles, matched with natural strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes – sort of a thinner, younger Julianne Moore. I kept my pussy trimmed into what my ex-husband used to call a "landing strip." I guess Margaret liked what she saw because I was offered the job on the spot.

I got dressed and told her that there was one other issue we had to address before I could take the job. It was then that I told her about Kate and how I needed a place at the house for Kate as well as for me. She asked to see a picture of Kate, which seemed odd to me, but I complied. Kate at 12 was just filling out. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. I think she is cute. After reviewing the picture, Margaret told me that Kate could have a bedroom in the East Wing of the house (a house with wings! Now that is classy). As for me, I could have a bedroom next to Kate, but she assured me that I wouldn't be using it because I would be responsible for sleeping in her bed nightly.

I took the job – what choice did I have after all. I didn't see it as prostitution but as a cooking position (with benefits). I rationalized as well that I was single and a little (or a lot) of sex would be good for me as well as for Margaret. Kate and I would have a home, Kate would be going to great schools, and Margaret even promised to fund Kate's 529 plan. So, I said yes. And I asked if we could move in the next day – since we didn't have a place to live at the end of the week.

The only thing that bothered me was how Kate would take all of this. First of all, she would be upset because she would be suddenly moving away from friends, but that would have happened regardless since we were losing our home. More importantly, she had no idea of my past sex life – or any of my current sex life for that matter. I was "Mom" not a sexual being to her. I didn't know how she would react to the idea of her mom as a lesbian sexual servant. I decided that I would tell her only that I was hired as a cook and that Margaret was lonely while her husband was gone and that I would be keeping her company at night while he was gone. I didn't go into details. Maybe at 12 she would think of this as a long continuing "sleepover" where we ate popcorn and watched videos together before falling asleep. That sounded nice even to me.

Chapter 2

The next day, we packed up our things and headed over to the other side of town where Margaret and Bill lived. Margaret welcomed us to her home and showed Kate her bedroom, giving her an allowance for decoration and personalization (with my approval of course). Kate was in awe of the house and was thrilled that she could do a room makeover – making her space a teen bedroom and leaving behind her kid's bedroom in our old house. Margaret showed us the other bedroom next to Kate's that was going to be my "bedroom," at least in theory. She then led us down a long hallway that connected the East and West Wings of the house to show us her master bedroom (it held a California King bed and the room was tastefully decorated). We also explored the kitchen – fully equipped. Between the two bedroom wings was the dining room, a formal living room (where I had my interview) and finally a big Media Room with a 72 inch TV, an X-box, and a large curved leather couch. Kate's jaw dropped when she saw the collection of DVDs lining the wall.

So, we settled in. I cooked dinner for the three of us and we ate together, which pleased me. I was concerned that there would be a little "Downton Abby" going on and that I as the "cook" and Kate as the cook's family would eat separately from the Mistress of the House.

But Margaret said that we were all going to just be family and friends in the house and that we should feel free to use the living areas as our own. The three of us spent the early evening hours watching TV and Kate went off to bed at 9:30.

After Kate went off to bed, Margaret and I stayed in the Media Room and talked. I asked about the college girls that previously had my position in the house. Margaret said that she and Bill got the idea of bringing in a college girl to live with them when Bill got promoted to his current position 6 years ago. Bill had known other executives whose wives had affairs – with the proverbial cabana boys in the summer, UPS delivery men, male escort/massage services, and sometimes real love affairs with other men. Often the marriages broke up. Margaret didn't want to succumb to those temptations and Bill didn't want to be a cuckold.

It was Margaret's idea of having female boarders who would be there to satisfy her needs without threatening Bill. As they discussed it, they wondered what kind of women would be willing to move into their home and serve Margaret's (and Bill's) voracious sexual needs. Then they realized that they had something to trade – they would offer to pay the room board and tuition of local college girls in exchange for their services. The girls got a place to live, time to study and a generous allowance for clothing and fun. In return, all they had to do was provide sexual gratification for Margaret and occasionally Bill. To their surprise, Margaret found that posting a notice in Craigslist brought them many applicants to chose from.

Over the years, they had brought in a total of 3 college girls as live-in sexual servants. None wanted to stay after graduation. Margaret said that the only real problem they had in finding willing girls was that the girls had to give up dating while living in the house. Margaret and Bill were going to be having unprotected sex with the girls (who would be on birth control) and they didn't want the girls bringing back any STDs from their out of home flings. One girl lasted only a year before that restriction became unbearable for her.

Another girl stayed two years – the last two years of college and left upon graduation. The most recent girl was hired as a sophomore and stayed the next three years before graduation.

Margaret said that she didn't want to hire another college girl – now she wanted someone more reliable and permanent. With Kate only in 7th grade and Margaret willing to pay for her college, that meant that I was likely going to be her sexual servant for most of the next decade.

I gulped, knowing that I too would be giving up dating and any chance of finding a new guy, but I decided that I was going to stick it out because it was best for Kate – a great school, a free college education, and most importantly not being taken from me as an unemployed homeless single mom. I could bear anything to keep that from happening.

to be continued