Her money.

Sarah thought, but it didn't take long. To be young and broke or not-so-young and loaded; it wasn't really a choice at all.

"I choose my money. I'd rather die in comfort than be a little destitute tramp."

"I had anticipated as much, and made a phone call."

The front door opened and closed somewhere downstairs and a voice called up, "Mother? Thomas?"

"What is that little gold-digger doing here?"

"I invited her. She is your daughter after all, and Krista has to be present for this to work. You should be thankful you had her."

He called out, "Upstairs in your mother's room, Miss!"

There was the click-click of stilettos coming up the stairs and a moment later Krista walked in the door. She was twenty-five years old with light brown hair pulled back in a bun and her mother's steely looks. Her deep pink power-suit accentuated the hourglass figure she'd inherited from her mother before the sands of time had overfilled the older woman's body.

"What's going on, Thomas; who's the bitch spread-eagled on the bed?"

"That, Krista, is your mother."

"Like shit. My mother is old and used up; this kid is barely out of high school, if that."

"Krista, I am your mother; if you don't believe me I'll tell Thomas about the electric drill."

Krista's face went white. "Mother! What the fuck happened to you?"

"There was an incident with that thing," she nodded in the direction of the crystal dildo, "but Thomas says you can fix it."

"And why should I do that?"

Thomas leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Because it's the magical key to eternal youth."

"Magic is total bullshit."

"Tell that to Sarah."

"Okay, what do I have to do with it?"

"Exactly what your mother did."

She stares at the device for a moment, then looks over at her mother, then back at the device.

"That's disgusting; clean it first."

"If I clean it first, the magic will settle on your mother and you'll no longer be the youngest and prettiest in the family. How wonderful it would be to have a hot little sister."

Thomas prayed to himself that she wouldn't think it through. The debate raged for a few moments, but eventually Krista's vanity won out.

"Give me that."

She took the toy from him, then reached up under her skirt. A moment later a pair of white lace panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

Thomas raised a finger. "Normally people–"

"Don't give a free show to the help."

Her hand made several stirring motions and her breathing slowly deepened. After a short while she made a quick thrust and let out a moan. After that she worked the device inside her, thrusting and swirling and bucking her hips. A series of long gasps later she let out a whimper and collapsed.