Chapter Two.At breakfast the next morning, Dexter is still here. I slink in not wanting to meet their eyes, his eyes. Last night, I let this man touch my breasts. Okay, I let his sweaty beer bottle touch and massage my breasts. This middle-aged man saw me naked, well, saw my best assets naked. Other than a hard-on pushing against my ass, this resulted in my mother getting the pounding of her life. Without the beer and the feeling of power from last night, I am ashamed and humiliated. Dexter acknowledges me and then gets up to leave. “Please discuss my idea with Hannah. I think Bobby will be excited.”Bobby? Fuck! Bobby is Dexter’s son who is in my school and even in some of my classes. He is nothing like his father. He is chubby and has acne. I am curious and frightened by what this may mean. Dexter leaves.“Mom? What the fuck?”She plays dumb.“What’s up with this Bobby bullshit?”She relents. She reminds me that our car has been in the shop for a week, that she has been catching rides with friends to work, that we cannot afford the repair bill.“Dexter has offered to pay the bill.”“For what? What Ankara escort does he want? What does he want from me?”She tells me Bobby is depressed, he has never had a girl, he is apparently sexually frustrated. Dexter wants to cheer him up.“Are you out of your mind? You gave my ass away to Bobby?”Sex is not new to me. I’m not a slut but I have had my share of experiences. Starting with hand jobs and progressing to blowjobs, I have my moments at parties, getting fingerbanged by random boys and then getting banged for real by more random boys. Now that I’m on the pill, I am not hesitant about going for it whenever the situation appeals to me and it’s been appealing to me more and more lately. With Dexter being increasingly present at home, I now seek validation in the well-muscled arms of random boys. So it’s not the sex but Bobby’s flabby arms and acne that is the barrier. Mother says thirty minutes would do it, sixty at the tops. Bobby just needs to have a good time. He needs to have fun. He needs a release. And he cannot know his Dad arranged it. I. Am. Ankara escort bayan Mortified! I am expected to spend an hour with this nebbish? Doing what? Being naked, sucking him, fucking him, and then go to school the next day? And do what when I run into him? Act like his girlfriend? Oh, Christ!“Hannah. You have to do this. Please.”“One hundred dollars.”“What?”“I won’t let you give my ass away!”“What?”“I’m selling my ass for a hundred dollars! I’m sure a nubile young thing like me, one with these breasts, is worth at least that much.”“I don’t think Dexter will go a hundred over the repair.”“Forget the sex, the humiliation at school is worth the money.”So she made the call. Bobby must be a mess because Dexter agreed immediately. It was on for Saturday afternoon. Dexter would come over for a visit with Bobby. When they went to her bedroom, I would take Bobby to mine and “entertain” him until they re-emerged from their “activities” which would be around an hour. I had my hundred dollars. Score! I guess. Right? Selling my ass is empowering. Isn’t it? Escort Ankara Isn’t it? Oh fuck, what have I done?Saturday arrives. At noon I put on the “outfit”. The regulation short skirt. The regulation braless t-shirt. The regulation boy-shorts which are stained with last night’s fingering. Dexter and Bobby arrive at 1. By 1:05, Dexter and Mom retire to her bedroom. Bobby looks at me with a creepy grin on his face. I go to the fridge and get two long necks. I hand Bobby one and start walking to my bedroom. He follows me so close he invades my space. I down my beer, leave and returned with a second. Bobby just stares, at my breasts, my long skinny legs. He grins. I sit on the bed. He just stares. I stretch pushing my breasts forward pleased that my nipples had hardened.“I never thought I’d be here with a girl like you.”I choke, swallow hard. I shoot him a glance.“What?” “I’ve seen you at parties. What you wear. What you do.”“I’m sixteen. I like to have fun!”“Why are you dressed like that now?”I didn’t have an answer.“Is that for my Dad?”No, asshole, it’s for you. In order to communicate this to creepy Bobby, I stretched pushing my breasts out as far as I can, hoping my nipples will come to attention. They do. Bobby stares and is that drool I am seeing, running down his chin. Oh fuck!“I’ve seen guys grope you at parties.”I stare at him eyes flashing. He closes the distance.