You sat in your home office and watched Kitty grow up. Not like creepy or obsessive, you told yourself, it was just that your office faced her front door, so you saw her coming and going. She was always a good girl, excellent grades, tolerable in sports, church on sunday. She never dressed scandalously, or snuck out late at night or came home drunk. Really, her life seemed boring.
OK, you did stay in the office the night of her 18th birthday to see if anything happened. You weren't really sure what you expected, an innocent teen with a body to die for knocking on doors, asking for a 50 year old man to make a woman of her? You knew better. Still, you were there. Just in case. A few days later, though, you were browsing through the local escorts website. Your wife was out of town. There was a new girl calling herself Kitty. You clicked the picture. It was your Kitty. Naked. Smiling. A thousand bucks a night.
You remembered the rumor that had gone around, a little before her birthday. Her dad had been arrested for embezzling or something like that. The mom had split a few years earlier, so Kitty was all alone.
Around 1 am, an uber pulled up, and she got out. She was wearing a tiny dress, fuck-me heels, her hair up, that choker on her neck. She weaved as she made her way up the walk. Drunk as a skunk. You had watched her get the spare key from under the mat, like you had a thousand times. She unlocked the door, slipped the key back under the mat, and went inside. A minute later, the light in the bathroom came on. You could see her shadow through the frosted glass, getting into the shower.
OK, you did stay in the office the night of her 18th birthday to see if anything happened. You weren't really sure what you expected, an innocent teen with a body to die for knocking on doors, asking for a 50 year old man to make a woman of her? You knew better. Still, you were there. Just in case. A few days later, though, you were browsing through the local escorts website. Your wife was out of town. There was a new girl calling herself Kitty. You clicked the picture. It was your Kitty. Naked. Smiling. A thousand bucks a night.
You remembered the rumor that had gone around, a little before her birthday. Her dad had been arrested for embezzling or something like that. The mom had split a few years earlier, so Kitty was all alone.
Around 1 am, an uber pulled up, and she got out. She was wearing a tiny dress, fuck-me heels, her hair up, that choker on her neck. She weaved as she made her way up the walk. Drunk as a skunk. You had watched her get the spare key from under the mat, like you had a thousand times. She unlocked the door, slipped the key back under the mat, and went inside. A minute later, the light in the bathroom came on. You could see her shadow through the frosted glass, getting into the shower.